#webgott especially lol

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Hiya!!

Secret Santa here (again lol)! 🎅

Link some of your favourite fics and writers! Let me gauge your vibe!

Also, please link your personal favourite of things YOU have written

(I’m very social and unfortunately very eager, so you may get quite a few of these little messages! Answer at your leisure!!)

hello again!! thank you for being both very social and eager (i too am, if forced) <3 answers to this below the cut! they... will be long :D :D sorry :'D

i have several fic recs under this tag, and all of them i genuinely love to bits and reread like i'm being paid to do that. this might be a mishmash of categories but... it is what it is. :')

character studies

amazing real adventure stories, vol. 46 by @sea-changed - an insanely compelling gen fic of joe liebgott that never leaves my mind. grounded in historical context that makes every bit of it sing as much as the characterization. cannot recommend this fic enough. i think about it at night while staring at my ceiling. it's just so good.

kräftig, nicht zu schnell by @ep6bastogne - this is a webgott but i'm putting it under this category bc of how well they're able to flesh out how both lieb and web mirror each other but also just how different they are. GODDDD i loved this one so much. so much sunlight fighting its way through punched out holes.

Like Goddamn Men by annakovsky on ao3 - listen. this is fully damian lewis|dick winters / ron livingston|lewis nixon rpf and i did not think i'd be into it but it's such an incredible way of bringing to life the psychic damage that was bootcamp and the spillover of it into the individual personalities of the actors and also the vets. incredible stuff from 2008. she wrote one thing for band of brothers and it was this, and we all cheered.

debilitating yearning and/or sweetness

Before the World Begins by rilla on ao3 - another winnix fic. that takes place pre-war and is a bit of an au in the sense that they don't meet at ocs but before it. it's so tender and it has all that confusion and fondness that i love so, so much about winnix. (mind the tags!)

lippenstift by @ww2yaoi - this is like, if you poured and mixed the highest concentrate of frustration and wanting and injected into both lieb and web and let it play out in the briefest of moments. love how much of it is communicated by where lieb is looking.

stacker by plutoandpersephone on ao3 - a bit of a wild card bc this is a the terror fic for their 2024 bangmas. it's 469 words of just GREAT stuff. so impressive to me how they were able to condense that much desire and character.

And at Your Touch, I Burn by Muccamukk - whump!dick winter in a sick fic discussing kentucky manuevers. i love the descriptions of the exercise (i just really love it when a fic is pinned down into the historical context in one way shape or form). also any time dick hallucinates nix's voice is a Great time for me.

Maybe I'm a fool, but it's fun by @babe-heffron - luztoye and kicked me out of my "not reading fic" rut by getting me to stay up to read all 80k words of it in the shortest time possible. tenderness is there, and it slaps you across the face with a whiplash of yearning. her incorporating paratrooper dynamics w/ the rest of the army really, really did it for me too. (as per my preference, incredible character studies too — especially when exploring luz outside of the class clown persona)

fix-its and outsider povs

Peaches by @tahnawanda - this had me breaking into cold sweat bc i /ran to the leckie/runner tag wanting so, SO much more of this dynamic and post-war goodness. great exploration of stasis after the war. (i kinda.. really love stasis after the war). and that tug of war between pain and familiarity in a supposed brother-in-arms, wondering if you can live with the presence of war in the form of them, but realizing that at the end of the day you just want to be with them.

Transcript by @gorgeousundertow - one of my first experiences with outsider pov and GOD another one that i think about constantly. i love seeing people explore company dynamics, and this fic is such an incredibly fun and thoughtful way of exploring winnix while effectively characterizing so many of the easy company men. so good, so, so good. i re-read this at least twice a month.

Chin Music by @thrillingdetectivetales - in the same vein as Transcript where i loved reading pitch perfect characterizations of easy company men /gossiping about winnix. eeee <3 hahaha it flows so well and the dialogue just feels so natural, i can easily imagine slotting it into the series. great outsider pov

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my writing

Chicago Tribune, 6 June ‘44, Crossword Puzzle, 10-Down - i loved writing this because i really wanted to explore zielinski's world (with or without the background winnix) even within a short word count. aaaand i just had a great time going through 40s crossword puzzles. i also just really love it when mundanity hits.

Make Do and Mend - window shopping for winnix. no but seriously, the tidbit about dick having a hard time getting himself to buy a suit once he was home just struck a nerve with me and i wanted to explore it. that and his inability to see himself as worthy of space if he's unable to live up to a function.

these two kiss prompts! [scrunch] [blush] fun to write and short and sweet. <3

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that's it!!!!!!! i went into length about these sorry but i really do love these fics and their authors very much!! i feel very strongly about all of them!!!!! <3

[georgieluz]

Hey Jules! 2, 9, 14, 19, 24, and 28 for the HBO War positivity ask game please ☺️

hi lou!! ofc ofc!! :)

2 - who are some your fav creators/mutuals?

i love all of my mutuals and every creator in the fandom bc everyone is just amazing!! but to list just a few @footprintsinthesxnd, yourself!! (@luckynumber4), @ep6bastogne @lamialamia @thewayisset @lewis-winters @jenkil @mads-weasley @hellofanidea @liptonwashere @malarkgirlypop @panzershrike-pretz @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @samwinchesterslostshoe @next-autopsy @iceman-kazansky @heystovepipeboys @theflyingfin @cody-helix02 and many many more!

special shout out to the cult!! zim zam, my friends, zim zam!!! also i'm so sorry if i forgot to tag anyone!!

9 - a ship that you can't get enough of?

bradnate, andyeddie, snurgie, ronnix, lipluz, webgott, and no matter how much winnix i consume it never gets old so them too!

14 - your fav underrated character?

ooh this is always hard bc everyone classifies underrated as a different thing.. are burgie and harry underrated? if so, them! chuck grant, tab (this man is so loved he's can't be underrated but i couldn't not mention mr lover lover himself), alton more??? one of the most interesting easy co men for sure!! wish we had more of him (lol)

19 - what's your fav universally-accepted/fanon headcanon about a character?

ooh either all the nix childhood fanon or the andyeddie ghosts/afterlife/grief fanon.. yeah.. that hits the spot

24 - what wip from another creator are you most excited about?

all of @ep6bastogne's wips (yes i read all your tags about them in utter anticipation), @luckynumber4's burgie wip! anything @footprintsinthesxnd writes! same with @lewis-winters ALL of your wips sound so so sooooo up my street/my thing!! there are so many more but despite my plans to spend the day at home i actually have to leave the comfort of my bed and brave the cold outside, and i'm late already so i'm gonna have to stop listing, but it's very likely that i'm excited for almost every single wip any of you guys have!

28 - what's something that lives in your brain rent free and you want everyone to know about the show/the fandom/your works?

outside of hbowar??? oooh i have LOADS of things!! the thick of it!! it has such clever funny writing, the best dialogue and political satire ever, because it's just so true to life and accurate for uk politics. peter capaldi is fucking amazing in it! and you'll see a lot of uk actors that are famous for other things here. but yeah, it's just hilarious and witty and clever. love it. go watch it. ummm other than that, the korean band onewe!! please go listen to them, they are ridiculously talented and have the kindest most lovely and accepting fandom in the world. in fact, the hbo war fandom and onewe fandom are the only two fandoms i've ever felt happy and comfortable in. onewe write beautiful songs with the most gorgeous lyrics (they have a space series which is one of my all-time favourites). ALSO pride (2014) as a movie recommendation! this film is my comfort film but it tears me apart as well. some people watch it for the queerness and come away learning about welsh history too.. for others, it's the opposite. but as a welsh gay man for me both those elements are so important to who i am and my own identity, that this film is just feels so incredibly special to me. especially the character gethin who i really feel i can relate to a lot due to our circumstances. tim roth is someone who i always wanna shout about and who lives rent free in my head too. love that man so much. also the band the libertines!! because them and the strokes were my entire teenage years and i pretty much grew up with their music as my 'soundtrack'. ok i think that's enough, even though i definitely have way more to shout about. sorry i rambled!

for this ask game!

[terresdebrume]

for the OTP ask meme: 14 and 51 for Webgott (or whichever ship where that's an interesting question/whichever you want lol)

[Ask me about my OTPs]

Thanks for the ask :D I love the questions you picked, they're difficult but in a great way :3

14: How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

So to me, the way David is portrayed in the series makes him seem like a guy that's even-tempered enough people may wonder if anything actually gets to him, who can definitely be oblivious to how things and people work (I mean, the guy is out of a war for 4 months, comes back, and it apparently doesn't occur to him that the guys he doesn't see right away might be injured or dead? Come on.) In my headcanon, part of this even-tempered-ness exists because he got lucky and is just like, emotionally solid, so to speak, but another part of it is also that I headcanon him as someone who doesn't always realize he has Feelings about Stuff, until they bubble up and he finds himself snapping about it.

(Full disclosure: my headcanon of Web is a little bit autistic-leaning, but I think his spot on the spectrum would be one where he'd go under the radar until and unless something made it impossible for him to arrange his life in a way that accomodates his needs)

Meanwhile, Joe definitely knows when he feels things, he's just generally not happy about feeling them and has a tendency to make it everyone else's problem. (Or Web's, once they get together.) I think, in a way, the reason he ribs Web constantly (seemingly especially after he comes back from the hospital?) is because he can't wrap his head around the concept of a guy who's been living the same shit Joe has and seems to be as affected by that as a a dog is affected by the theory of relativity. I think it just doesn't compute, and at least his earlier niggling is partially a scientific experiment to see if he can Make This Guy Emote.

Which of course, to Web (who is oblivious and doesn't realize his apparent mental stability in the face of Everything is odd) probably feels like gratuitous targeted harrassment until he figures out how to read Joe and realize that actually this is just an elaborate form of pigtails-pulling (or at least it becomes that after a while)

So, like. Overall I think Web and Lieb compliment each other in the same places they clash: Web doesn't know what he feels most of the time but has no issues talking about it when he does, which Joe finds both fascinating and frustrating because who the fuck rolls over on their back and bares their chest like that on a regular basis, am I right? He thinks it's breathtakingly brave stupid.

Meanwhile, Joe will bite your head off before he admits that he like strawberry cake over chocolate, actually, but because Web is already used to having to retroengineer his emotions from context clues (and he's trying to figure out why Joe hates him specifically) he ends up accidentally figuring out a whole lot about Joe that other people don't, which then gives him the necessary insight to respond to what Joe is externalizing rather than what he's saying which in turn makes him possibly the best person for Joe to hang out with.

51: What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Honestly? All the ways. As in, I think they probably go like, ten or twenty years without ever actually using the words, mostly because again, Joe is allergic, and by the time Web realizes it he's already been showing it for a while anyway.

I would say the most deliberate way Web says this to Joe is to get him food, especially greasy or sweet food on a semi-regular basis. Forget flowers: David knows that as far as Lieb is concerned, love is stored in the butter.

For Joe, I think when he actually tries to show affection he does it by seeking out activities that are relevant to David's interests (though not without complaining, of course). This ranges from spontaneously giving David his gracious permission to drag him to the sea so thay can go sailing, to saving for three months so they can drive up to that conference about sharks two states over.

[moghraidhs]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

oh, this one sounds fun - thank you for the ask!

1. don't take that sinner from me

western au my beloved. this is one of those rare fics that came out exactly the way i saw it in my head, and i enjoyed every minute of it. outlaws!gale and bucky and their gang will always be special to me.

2. i'll be right here (hold my hand)

my first ever ot3 fic! this one was inspired by @swifty-fox and their tragic curt/ken story; the second i heard about it i knew i wanted to give sweet ken a happier ending. i love writing rarepairs, and the douglass/ken/ham trio is no exception. first time in a while i just let myself go nuts and put in whatever i wanted, and i love the result.

3. the best of everything

for once when i said i was going to take part in a challenge i actually followed through, yay! this luztoye fic came out of nowhere just as i was wringing my hands over having no ideas, and it gave me an even greater appreciation for one of the bob fandom's lesser-known couples. joe and george were so much fun to write, and i had fun inserting cameos from several other fave guys, including blink-and-you'll-miss-it webgott :)

(my only regret is that i didn't have joe call george "dove" once, but that can be resolved another time lol.)

4. i'd let you win

normally movies don't have as big an impact on me as shows, but the bikeriders definitely hit harder than i expected, especially the benny/johnny storyline. this fic was kind of a fix-it, if you will, while also giving me a chance to get inside johnny's head and sort out his feelings for benny, and i loved writing it.

5. soft

this one is more of a drabble than a fic, but it's one of my favourites. pure fluff (even though it's set in the stalag) with bucky being sweet and gale loving it in his own quiet way. what's not to like?

[bitch-butter]

ooohhhh director's cut for everybody wants to rule the world?? i'll give you a 💫💫 so you can choose the passage you wanna talk about!

ahhh i miss her so much i can't wait to be writing her full time again 😭feels weird not to write it in summer though lol

David shook his head, his eyes trained on the flames in the hearth. “I don't know if I carry the wish of my heart,” he admitted, sounding at least more present, more grounded in his bleak solemnity. “At times I think I know it, and other times…” his voice faded away, his mouth open as he thought, and it was like Joe had heard his voice in his soul before it could become sound.

“You have doubt,” he finished.

i really like this whole section because it utilizes my favorite dynamic to deploy within a webgott interaction, which is that they can read each other very well. its expounded upon in a lot of fic that they're usually at cross-purposes and its difficult for them to communicate, but there's a sort of continuity to the way i've always seen them that illustrates they're both intuitive just in different ways.

and especially in This au i thought it would be important to show that they have an instant Understanding of one another even if at first they're wants and interests are not aligned. once they finally meet each others understanding its exceeding simple for them to read each other even when the other doesn't Want to be understood.

Finally looking toward Joe in surprise, his eyes were inscrutable and yet filled, reaching out for something, something, something that he thought Joe could give him. Joe would give him anything, he thought. Would make anything possible for him so long as it made him happy, made him stay.

“I have such doubt,” David confirmed, little more than a whisper. 

what i love a lot about this iteration of Web is that he contains just as many multitudes as he does in canon era, but that this version of him has been raised in an environment even more restrictive and it's made him even more desperate for escape. he might have feelings for Joe, but he's been warped to such a degree that he truly believes his feelings mean nothing and so he doesn't Need to follow his heart or allow himself to be loved.

and it hurts him to be absent in that way, and it wounds him even further to know that Joe very clearly feels A Way about him and he can't reciprocate it for fear of compromising not only his sense of self but his potential freedom in the future. this version of web is very tortured, but ultimately he believes in his own potential too much to allow himself to do the one thing that's been pushed on him his entire life, because that would be the ultimate betrayal he could do to himself.

Joe pulled in a sharp breath. “David -”

“You have to go to bed,” the prince cut him off, clearing his throat and sucking down a rapid breath, standing faster than Joe could think to stop him, to create some excuse to convince him not to run away from the conversation. “I…I think I’ll walk for a while,” he said thoughtfully, taking up the book in his hands, giving Joe a beseeching look, almost begging him not to push the issue any further, seeming to need to escape. “Goodnight?”

He couldn’t refuse him.

this bleeds from a prior section, but in their conversation about Web's mom he references the fact that she seemingly never slept and would just kind of wander the halls at night, and i was hoping this would be an only semi-subtle way of invoking what was probably Happening. i think beyond anything else, Web's shared trait with his mother is how trapped he feels in the prison of other peoples expectations, and how uncomfortable he really is by having to care about the way others see him. his inability to sleep at night is as much about craving time that belongs only to him as it is about illustrating just how troubled he is by his current situation.

he is certainly a haunted man at the end of the day lol

[guarnerepdf]

this is gonna sound weird but all your takes are so right, especially webgott

-exchange duderino

Thank you!!! I was literally so nervous sharing my thoughts on them lol

[himbowelsh]

Well if its my brand you can hardly blame me for asking for more. Shifty/tab and the prompt stab wounds? Thanks so much :) youre a star 🌟🌟🌟

a little fall of meme can hardly hurt me now  ( accepting )

It probably says something that this isn’t the first time Tab’s gotten stabbed. Hell… it’s not the first time this year. Not the first time these past few months. Not the first time he’s gotten stabbed in that same damned shoulder.

What’s it Lieutenant Welsh likes to say? “War is hell?” No kidding.

Of course, this time he fancies it's a bit more serious than the last time. Smith gave him a good poke, and then he was done. The German soldier they found hiding under a hay bale, Nazi-issued blade in hand, was a lot more determined. He landed three solid hits — two to Tab’s shoulder, and one to his chest — before Shifty’s quick reflexes took him out.

And now… well. Tab would take the night of the bayonet over this any day.

“It’s not so bad.” Shifty’s voice is soft and low, intent in the way only he can be. Instead of looking at Tab, his dark gaze is fixed firmly on his own hands. He can’t decide which injury to put pressure on, because there are just too many; torn, he darts back and forth between them all, bearing down until the worst of the bleeding ceases. Every time Shifty presses a little harder, Tab’s ribs feel ready to give out; with each breath, a little more blood bubbles out of the wounds, soaking Shifty’s fingers bright red.

“Not bad at all.” Murmuring seems to help — Shifty, that is, even if it doesn’t do much for Tab. “They aren’t so deep... enough to draw blood, but I don’t believe they’ve hit anything vital.”

“Ah, great. Just my body. Nothing important, then.”

“Nothing you can’t recover from.” Shifty huffs, pressing hard against Tab’s shoulder. Unwillingly, a whimper escapes the wounded man; it happens too fast for Tab to help it, but he bites down on his lip a second later. No crying, idiot. Not like it really hurts, anyway… it hurt when it happened, but now everything just feels sort of distant. A numb pain, compared to the agony of actually getting stabbed. They don’t mention that part in army training — after a while, mortal injuries just become old hat. Kind of boring, really.

(Oh god, he’s stabbed in three goddamn places, he’s lost a lot of blood, oh god —)

Shifty’s gaze is on him, too sympathetic for Tab to bear. He closes his eyes instead, head hitting the wooden barn door behind him. “No medic yet? N-n sign of anybody?”

“Tab,” replies Shifty. “There could well be a marching band out there, trumpets and all, but I wouldn’t know it. Right now, I’m only worried about you.”

Any other day, those words would leave him feeling dizzy and warm all over. At the moment, he just feels — well, dizzy, definitely, but cold. The heat is leeching out of his limbs with every drop of blood, and that’s probably a bad thing… but the more the world goes blurry at the edges, the easier it is to stare at Shifty’s face. He focuses on that, on the steady presence hovering above him, rather than the increasing certainty that he’s in trouble.

He doesn’t want to die like this. It’s a horrible thought to have, one he shouldn’t even entertain, but — god, there’s so much he hasn’t done. He still has to post that letter to his Ma, and his brother just turned eighteen, he hasn’t even written… and Trigger is waiting back at base somewhere, hoping he’ll come back with a treat… how disappointed will he be if Tab doesn’t come back at all? No way. Can’t happen. He’s got to make it out of here, if only for the dog’s sake.

“If no one’s coming to get us,” he manages after a painful, silent moment, “then we’ve gotta get moving ourselves.”

It takes a second for his words to sink in. When they do, Shifty’s eyes widen. “Like this? You can’t!”

“I can.”

“Tab, you’re in no shape to —“

Tab pushes himself up, bracing himself against Shifty’s shoulder for balance. As soon as his friend’s weight lands against him, Shifty goes silent. “As long as I’ve got you,” Tab grits out, “I can do it. We can.” 

Shifty’s lips flutter as the words wash over him. Tab’s heart pounds hard, like it’s ready to burst.

“Now, come on, Shift,” he says, and hauls himself to his feet.

It’s a bad idea. Almost immediately, the world flickers out like a broken projector reel, and his legs turn to noodles under him. It takes Tab a moment to realize he hasn’t hit the ground at all. By the time it dawns on him, Shifty’s already got a firm grip, one arm around his waist as he slings Tab’s arm over his shoulders. Because it’s the most he can do at this point, Tab clings to him.

“I’ve got you,” Shifty says… and his voice is so soft, so steady, that Tab could anchor himself to it forever. It leaves him feeling… steady. As long as Shifty’s by his side, he’s not going anywhere… anywhere except back to the company, that is. Back to safety, back home. “Right, now. We’ve got to get you moving. Move with me, Tab.” Shifty takes one step forward, urging him to do the same. Somehow, Tab manages. The bright blossoms of crimson along his army greens feel uncomfortably wet, but they don’t seem to be growing much bigger. Hit nothing important, except me, Tab’s hazy mind echoes, and he could almost burst into laughter on the spot.

Instead, he walks. With Shifty setting the pace, it’s easy to follow. By the time they break out of the barn and into daylight, it feels like being reborn. The chilly Holland air wakes him up a bit. Tab inhales a deep breath, ignoring the pulse of pain in his chest.

“Just fine that you can still breathe like that. If it were your lungs punctured, you’d be having a lot more trouble.”

Shifty says this so casually that Tab can’t help stumbling. Without faltering a step, Shifty’s arm just tightens around Tab’s waist; he keeps urging him forward.

Some things, Tab would never say out loud on a good day… but today has been a very, very bad day. He’s lost enough blood to keep somebody else alive; his body’s aching, heart pounding, and with the world spinning around him as it is the only constant is Shifty. His mind wanders in a thousand directions, but somehow they all begin and end with the man beside him. And of course, Tab would never say some things out loud, but sometimes… a fella just doesn’t know when he’ll get the chance again.

“Y’know, Shift…” he declares, words half-slurred and half-coherent. “You’re somethin’ else.”

“Am I, Tab?”

“Absolutely.” Tab’s head lolls against Shifty’s shoulder, but he doesn’t stop. They keep walking — one foot after the other. “I think… you’re the bravest guy I’ve ever met.”

Shifty doesn’t reply for a long moment — so long that Tab’s not sure he hasn’t dozed off, just to wake up somewhere nicer — but when he does speak, his voice is soft, warm with what could almost be humor. “I wouldn’t say that at all,” Shifty replies. “Or… I might say the same thing, as a matter of fact, but it wouldn’t be about myself.” A pause, almost tentative. “You know who I’d say it about, Tab.”

Sure do, Tab thinks, forcing his heavy limbs to keep pressing forward. He knows. Everybody knows. Ask anyone, and they’d say the same thing. After all… how could there be any doubt in anybody’s mind that Shifty Powers is the best damn man in this company?

[jean----ralphio]

BoB liveblog ep 8!

Episode 8: The last patrol AKA Hi Colin Hanks and the glorious return of the dumpster fire that is Webgott

Happy new year guys!

02:48 ☹

02:54 Ahhh IRL Malark ☹ AHHHH HE’S TALKING ABOUT SKIP </3

03:30 Dick <3

04:25 Oh, Web, honey. You have no idea what you’re about to get into.

04:42 Luz <3

04:47 God he’s pretty

05:05 Web, honey, stop talking. Johnny ‘unimpressed’ Martin is starting to look distinctly unimpressed and may shank you.

05:11 The bitch-face is intensifying. Hey Bull.

05:38 Read the room, Web, come on

05:43 Look, Lieb, it’s your BF

05:44 Hatter! OMFG Andrew Lee Potts looks like such an infant.

06:02 Lieb can’t resist being snarky <3

06:19 Lieb is this your version of flirting? Aw he missed Web

07:06 Ah I love it, Web diving towards the blast lmao. I love the dude just standing there not even bothered.

07:55 Aw poor Lip

08:08 At least someone is being nice to Web. Of course it’s Lip.

08:17 It’s the husbands! <3

08:53 Hi Colin Hanks!

09:02 Lol @ the husbands talking groceries or w/e

09:14 LMAO @ Spiers, he only has eyes for Lip. And loot. And slaughter. And being scary. But mostly Lip.

09:33 Spiers just WANTS TO KILL OK

10:03 I love Nix so much in this scene

10:15 Nix’s laugh aw <3 I love how Dick can’t keep away from his husband for too long. They’re so married you guys.

10:28 If Winnix are husbands, Spierton are freaking engaged at this point. So in love.

10:46 I know I say this every ep but fuck it, Matthew Settle is beyond hot

11:23 Oh Web

12:35 Oh dear

12:44 Lieb is so excited his BF is here

12:51 Lieb in the background is so perf in this scene

13:19 Malark doesn’t have time for anyone’s shit, so get with the programme Colin Hanks

13:41 Web is so suspicious of Lieb lol

14:14 Babe looks so good in this ep

14:52 Lol @ Malark’s unimpressed little “hmm?” Has he been taking lessons from Johnny?

15:17 Aw peer pressure! Poor Web

15:35 It’s so blatantly clear that you don’t know how to flirt, Lieb. Winding him up and being mean is not flirting!

16:21 Aw Web, honey

16:22 I love that transition of the camera focusing on Lieb then Web <3

17:30 Fassy <3

17:35 ROE <3

17:48 Spiers is such a BAMF

18:18 Aw his tags </3

19:02 Ugh Cobb GTFO

19:16 Don’t start, Lieb

19:32 FUCK OFF COBB

19:49 Malark is riiiipped guys!

21:02 Luz is getting hotter each ep too tbh

21:03 Johnny <3

21:18 Ah Lieb <3

21:35 PERCO! <333

21:43 Lieb omg

22:18 “Been working out?” Lieb, you’re on the right track I guess, but you can do better than that, come on

22:40 FUCK. OFF. COBB.

23:01 I love Luz so much

23:30 Dick in dad mode <3

24:44 Loooooook it’s my angel son

24:48 Ahhh you guys, Web is staring @ Lieb <3

25:03 There he is, there’s my baby angel child

25:22 LMAO

25:48 Johhny ‘unimpressed’ Martin will keep you safe with his bitchface, boys, dw.

25:53 Uh-oh Johnny’s bitchfacing @ Web. Watch out Web.

27:30 Poor Web.

27:54 That wink… ah Lieb, the flirting is improving, but maybe stop with the manipulation! Although I don’t think Web minds, from his smile.

29:25 My angel baby son <3

32:10 I’m stressed guys

33:39 Aw Colin Hanks looks scared

34:34 Aw

35:24 Johnny is so authoritative. It’s hot tbh.

36:22 Protect your boy, Lieb

37:21 SO MUCH CHAOS

40:47 No joke, that scene is always difficult to watch. The emotion and the helplessness, you can feel how tense and scared everyone is. The acting is superb, I have to say, especially Vest losing his shit and Colin Hanks stepping up. That look between Roe and Babe tho, my heart can’t take it.

42:16 Johnny’s bitchface <3

43:26 Web is so pretty

44:31 FUCK. OFF. COBB.

44:59 Johnny ‘unimpressed’ Martin is annoyed at you now, Cobb, so you’ll probably die.

45:46 Nix <3

46:51 I love it when Dick is in dad-mode. Like I know he is all the time, but still.

47:43 Aw boys it’s OK, your dad will protect you.

48:35 I love this whole scene, how Dick tells them without being explicit and outright saying it. And how they slowly start catching on one by one.

49:33 I love Nix lol he’s like I WANNA WRITE THE FAKE REPORT IT’S THE ONLY FUN DICK WILL LET ME HAVE

50:13 Look its team Dads. Aw Harry I’ve missed you.

50:22 Lol @ Spiers dragging Lip off. For celebratory sex obvs

51:23 Nix that is not how you propose.

52:07 Aw bye Colin Hanks. Say goodbye to your only friend, Web.

52:25 Webgott are officially boyfriends it’s canon I don’t make the rules.

In summary, Johnny is scary, Webgott are in love and Malark is ripped. K bye.

[spoondragon]

HAI ❤️

1. First impression: I was actually really intimidated to talk to you at first because I had just binge read like every single one of your webgott stories on AO3 and was just sort of blown away by how prolific and awesomely kinky you were tbh.2. Truth is: Exactly as awesome as I thought! Not just talented af, but also kind, supportive and funny as hell. An absolute tumblr ride or die.3. How old do you look: Ok for real? You are made of sunshine and moonbeams, Alia. You literally GLOW. Your beauty is ageless, but I'd clock you at about 26 if I didn't know better. Especially when you smile!4. Have you ever made me laugh: UM YEAH!5. Have you ever made me mad: UM NO!6. Best feature: Wow. Ok. This is actually kind of hard, because stunner. But... I mean, either the glow or the smile I guess? You also have really pretty lips that you adorn with the most on point lip colors ever.7. Have I ever had a crush on you: I mean, not in a romantic sense really but... lol8. You’re my: webgott and sledgefu flail buddy for life!9. Name in my phone: n/a10. Should you post this too?: didn't you already? lol

[bitch-butter]

Hello,, I realize,,, it is no longer October,, and you may not actually be doing prompts any longer,,, but I would love to see 7. Routine Kisses for webgott (perhaps in front of a crowd, bc I'm a sucker for 'accidentally/unexpectedly revealed they are dating' though I do not know how you yourself feel on this matter)

woah! i don't mind at all, if i have time for a prompt I'll probably do it lol and this one was Really fun to write, and it was a nice break between series/chapter chores, so thank you for sending it in! hope you find something to like in it ~

7. Routine Kisses

“I oughta quit smoking,” George huffed, a stream of smoke mingled with frozen breath gusting out before him as he shuffled on his feet. “It’s too cold to fuck with this shit any more.”

“Then go back inside,” Joe bit, tense against the gentle but bitterly cold wind that moved around them, churned up by passing cars, couples stumbling over each other on the other side of the street to avoid half-frozen puddles on the sidewalk.

George glowered at him under his knit hat, bringing his smoke back to his lips for a shaky puff. “Someone’s testy tonight.”

“Not testy,” Joe grumbled around his cig as he adjusted his scarf, casting his eyes around the street restlessly.

“Are you, like, hiding from someone?” George questioned, a quizzical smile already blooming over his face as he watched Joe survey the street. “Is there an APB out, or?”

Joe blew his smoke straight into George’s face this time, smirking at the disgruntled click of the other man’s tongue. “It’s going to snow tonight, I want to head out before it does.”

“It’s not going to snow,” George shook his head.

“What’s that about snow?” Babe asked as he pushed through the door to the bar, zipping up his coat as he went.

“It’s not going to snow,” George repeated, taking a final drag of his cig before scraping it against the brick beside the door.

Joe rolled his eyes, frowning at the sight of Babe reaching into George’s pocket to snag his pack and lighter. “Thought smoking was ‘bad for your health’.”

Babe shot him an exasperated look, sucking one from the pack and handing it back to George, who simply watched him with a raised brow. “Hearing Gene and Joe talk about the fucking Eagles is also bad for my health.”

“They’re not still talking about football,” George said in disbelief as Babe lit his smoke and handed the lighter back in a gloved hand. “This has to be a new record.”

“This has been the worst year of my fucking life,” Babe sighed, smoke trailing frim his nostrils. “I live with someone who never cared about sports a day in his life and now owns a goddamn jersey.”

Joe snickered, shaking his head just for an excuse to look back out to the street. “Try to get them to talk about Dune again.”

Babe shook his head immediately. “We’re not fucking talking about Dune ever again in a million years.”

“Speaking of, where’s Web?” George asked, arms bunched up around his chest as he shifted on his feet. “Is he coming or what?”

“Said he was,” Joe replied automatically, before grimacing. “He’s coming from a dinner thing.”

He tries not to tip his hand too much when it comes to Web.

Not since New Years, and especially since this Summer, when their casual fucking had taken on an edge of quiet desperation. As of right now he doesn’t think they’ve let on anything, as he hasn’t been victim to any probing texts or dubious looks from their circle, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t live in fear. When they had first decided to finally put a bow on their near decade of not-quite friendship by hopping in the sack together it was only meant to be a one time thing, just one more reason for them both to say I can’t be his friend because of X.

It turned out I can’t be his friend because now I’ve had my dick inside him was not actually the same as I can’t be his friend because he likes Coldplay.

Because even if his stance on Coldplay is pretty fucking firm, his stance on disliking the majority of Web’s personality appeared to have been made of Reddi-Wip and dental floss. They fucked for the first time on Joe’s couch after a New Years Eve party, gold and silver detritus all around and at least 18 beers and two miniature bricks of red wine between them, a half-empty bottle of Cetaphil guiding the way. And he’d let Joe pull his hair and yank him around, and he’d listened when Joe asked him to bite his shoulder deep enough to draw blood as he came, and they’d rolled onto the dirty floor and done it again.

And Web had hung around for close to a week after that. The first day he helped clean up, the second day he made dinner to thank Joe for letting him spend the night, the third day they had watched Lord of the Rings, the fourth day Web had written on Joe’s laptop while Joe picked up a shift, and the fourth day they had woken up and fucked twice before 6a.m. and Web had left before he’d even put coffee on.

The entire rest of that Winter had been rinse and repeat of that same formula. They would meet up on Friday or Saturday, fuck like they were trying to get each other pregnant, and then act like it didn’t happen by the time they were in mixed company later that night. As far as any of their friends know the Web and Lieb show has been happening uninterrupted by actual feelings since they met, as they still find reasons to bicker and pick at each other over their clothes, their interests, Joe’s continued humor at the ridiculousness of Web having a podcast just to dissect book to film adaptations.

But the sex adds an extra layer of fluff over their interactions. It started off stiff, making their arguments all the more voracious, thick, heavy with unspoken sensations, but by Spring had transitioned into something altogether different. The snow melted, and they seemed to settle into a sort of repose: the added airiness of the season gathered up the past and let it seep back down into the dirt, and from it something else began to bloom up in its place.

Web had begun spending full nights in the Spring, for a start. He hadn’t spent a full night over with Joe since that first week they were practically attached at the hip, and Joe found that he liked it more than he had initially given credence to. In the morning he liked to put his face against the back of Web’s neck, burrowing between him and the pillow and sharing the warmth and the space in kind. And, it went without saying, he liked to have his dick in a warm hand before he got up, and then he liked to scroll through the news as Web drank his coffee, reciting pieces of interest to him.

Once they both put their weapons down, and take more than one piece of their armor off, they begin to get along just fine. It stops being Web comes over to fuck and slowly morphs into Joe goes to Web’s apartment after he gets off early and they share a midday drink, or they go out entirely and catch a movie or an overpriced meal, and the first time they hang out and don’t even touch each other’s dicks doesn’t even come as a surprise by the time Summer was coming over the crest of the world.

That June they had been at the grocery store on a Friday night, a long week and a long fuck behind them, gathering up shit for the weekend when Joe had run into one of the guys from the shop in the refrigerated section. Pleasantries had been exchanged, even as Web remained behind him, hands against the cart and eyes furtively shifting between them the longer they went without an introduction. Joe had gotten to it after a moment, but it had been stumbled through so thoroughly that it had been practically incomprehensible until he got to the word friend.

If there had been a word not to use in that situation, friend was it.

Web had reacted quietly, which in itself was uncharacteristic, and had kept that silence most of the night and part of the next morning until he had fled the apartment. Not only had he fled the apartment but he had left Joe on proverbial Read until that Tuesday when he had unexpectedly asked to come over in the late afternoon after Joe got off work.

He’d agreed almost instantly. That too had been a sign that whatever there had been between them the first time they had kissed had changed.

It had been the beginning of those days that started and seemed to never end, dragging on and on and leaving streaks of sun behind that stained the sky until the late evening when the clouds went purple and silver. Web had looked like a dream against it, the window behind Joe’s couch framing his face as he slumped against the back, hand over his mouth as Joe sat beside him, unable to do much of anything except stare at him.

“I think that I have feelings for you,” he’d said, still speaking mostly against his hand as his eyes stared out towards the opposite window.

Joe had laughed at him. “Are we talking more than two, or less than six?”

“I’m serious,” Web said, glancing to him with a peculiar gravity. “I think I really like you.”

“You think, or you know?”

Huffing, Web rubbed over his eyes. “I’m not going to play games with you, ok? I’m really not right now. Stop.”

Joe chewed his lip, paused long enough to let himself be deeply scared to have this conversation, and then gave himself another moment to analyze what exactly he was afraid of. “Ok.”

“Stop,” Web repeated, hand up and eyes open.

“I am,” Joe said sharply back, leaning in gently and catching the way Web’s eyes traced his movement, the way they lingered around the edges of his face. “I’m listening.”

Web blinked at him incredulously. “Do you have anything you’d like to say back to me?”

He coughed out a sound that was annoyed and amazed in equal measure. “What do you want, do you want me to talk or do you want me to listen?”

“I - “ Web began, before closing his eyes and shaking his head, a rueful purse to his mouth as he averted his gaze once more.

Joe watched him, looking dark in the dying sunset, his eyes like stars against the picture of the sky beyond him. “Web…” he said, weak and pausing, before finding himself once more. “Look, it’s bizarre, alright? I’ve known you for how long? I like you, I never didn’t like you.”

“But you don’t like me like that is what you’re trying to say,” Web nodded, voice tight.

“That’s not what I’m fucking saying,” Joe rebuked, reaching for him finally, palm landing against his forearm, travelling up to take his hand and pull it from his face, rolling the knobs of his knuckles between his fingers until they curled together the way he liked best. “I’m not used to looking at you and getting fucking heart palpitations, is what I’m saying. You were my friend, and now you’re something else, and the mood relay is kind of kicking my ass. I'm not going to lie.”

Web swallowed, watching him with premature dread as he spoke. “I care about you,” he said, as solid as he could be. “I care about you, and I like you, and I like to sleep with you, and I want to be with you.”

It was like a child's Christmas List. Joe had never known anybody who said I Want more than Web, in every capacity he could say it. He wants Joe to move over, he wants a sip of Joe’s drink, he wants Joe to fuck him harder, and he wants Joe to be with him.

Joe hasn’t always been the best at saying what he wants when he wants it. He’s happier when people just offer to give it to him, and Web usually has a sixth sense for it, whether it’s ordering for him in a restaurant or knowing just where to kiss him when he doesn’t even know himself. Web is offering him something that he thinks he wants, something he’s afraid to admit that he wants, but to accept it means he would have to offer something of himself, too.

“Maybe I want that,” Joe allowed softly, rubbing his thumb along Web’s hand, the bones beneath his touch like violin strings. “Maybe I want a minute, too, you know?”

Web eyes softened on him, hand going lax in his own before turning up, taking him in a firmer hold. “How long is a minute?” he asked gently.

A minute had turned out to last a Summer. Things changed only minutely: they went out more, inviting the world further into their singular universe, even going so far as to talk on the phone on the days they didn’t spend in each other's orbit. Joe hadn’t talked to anyone on the phone beside his mother in years, and found that he didn’t mind it too much after all.

It reached a head as Fall truly began, the leaves turning a harsh, nauseating yellow all around. That Friday had started off as it usually had: Joe got off work and headed to Web’s place, where he set his laptop aside and they screwed nice and slow for about three hours before going to meet the guys at their usual dive. There they had remained until the sun had mercifully set, then one more spot after that with Babe and Gene, and then to the 7-Eleven after Gene had poured Babe into a cab and they’d taken their leave.

In the 7-Eleven Joe had bought a pack of cigs and a fresh lighter with peaches plastered all over it, presenting it to Web with inebriated glee as the other man clutched at a frozen pizza and a 6-pack of beer and laughed back at him with red-cheeked happiness. As they walked home in the dark Joe had hung off of Web’s arm like they were going for a walk in the park, like a couple in a painting, breathless and bright and ready for life. They ate the pizza in bed as they drank, and with a burst of energy he had gotten on one knee in front of the bed, extending a drooping slice, and asked Web to be with him back.

And they had been together ever since. But they still hadn’t told their friends.

Joe had been open about it so far to anyone who asks, be it people at work or his own family. Hell, Web’s family even knew now.

But something about telling the guys...It runs up against his spirit in a way that even he can’t articulate.

He’s not so much afraid of what they'll think, more along the lines of just not wanting to have the inevitable conversation. As much as he loves them all to varying degrees he’s intimately aware of the fact that they’re all whores that love to gossip more than they like to breathe air. And this thing with Web is the first thing in a long time that’s made him almost no strings attached happy, and the idea of other people getting their teeth into it set him on edge.

Enough to keep the secret on his end, at least. And Web apparently must feel the same because he sure as shit hasn’t said anything.

“Well, is he coming or not?” Babe asked, pulling the collar of his coat tighter against his neck. “I need something to pull me out of my sports induced coma.”

George made a disparaging noise. “He and Lieb are just going to get into another fight about Timothée, right Joe?”

“Miscast,” Joe muttered.

“You are so wrong,” Babe said forcefully as George just let loose a long-suffering sigh.

“I’m out,” he said simply, turning back to the door. “I’m getting shots and putting Whitney Houston on.”

Babe followed him with a turn of his head, pulling on his smoke once more. “Don’t tell Gene I’m out here.”

Joe shot him a disbelieving look. “Where does he think you are?”

“What he doesn’t know,” Babe said simply as George shut the door behind him. “Never mind, there he is.”

Joe turned his head, and there he came. Web had that stupid hat on that Joe kept trying to steal away and toss in the trash, but at least his ears look warm in the nighttime wind, a trembling mist of moisture beginning to float around the street. Looking both ways, he ran a hopping run across the street until he landed before Joe with a smile that was there more so to soften the tension of his brow than to indicate pleasure at his arrival.

“Hi,” he said, a little gust of condensation.

“Hey, Web,” Babe greeted, giving him a wave of his gloved hand, cig still burning bright.

“How was the dinner thing?” Joe asked, taking a drag of his almost spent smoke.

Web grimaced, meeting his eyes just to give a jerky shake of his head. “Let’s not talk about it,” he drawled, before extending a hand. “I want a sip.”

Giving a roll of the eyes that was likely too fond, and thanking the dark for camouflaging it, Joe held his smoke out of the other man’s reach. “Get your own.”

“Edward, you are going to get it,” Gene said sharply as he popped through the door, still in just his T-shirt even in the growing chill.

Babe gaped at him. “You had two last week, I know you did!”

Gene shook his head, looking very much like he wanted to wag a finger. “This isn’t a discussion.”

“Unbelievable,” Babe huffed, tossing his cig down and grinding it beneath his boot, stepping up into the doorway to shoulder past Gene.

“You’re acting like a child,” Gene griped, the door falling closed as he followed after, giving them just enough time to hear Babe’s obstinate: “I’m not a child!”

The shutting of the door snipped the line of stress across his shoulders, and he felt himself go gently loose, like those toy blocks connected by string that lived in every Doctor's office. He met Web’s eyes once more, eagerly this time, and granted him a smile that went all the way up to his eyes.

“How you doing, kid?” he asked, extending the last dregs of his smoke out to the other man.

Web accepted it with a breath of relief, pulling on it briefly before shaking his head wearily. “Bunch of pseudo-intellectual boozehounds with dyed hair, how do you think I’m doing?”

“Remember that time you bleached your hair?” Joe asked, because fuck if his one job wasn’t to remind Web that he technically was no better than anybody else on the planet.

“I try to forget about it,” Web exhaled, smoke mingling with his breath in the air. “All they wanted to do was talk about Rachel Rabbit White.”

Joe snickered, spotting ash that fell against the collar of the other man’s coat and moving to brush it away. “God forbid.”

“It’s sad because I actually love her work,” Web mourned, looking aside to the street wistfully. “C’est la vie.”

“Buck up, Webster,” Joe said, good humor only growing at the melancholic posturing Web was so prone to. “Come inside, get a shot, catch up.”

Web chewed at his lip, a touch of actual reluctance in the line of his jaw. “I shouldn’t have double-booked, I’m tired.”

Tilting his head in faux sympathy, Joe took Web’s collar in a loose grip and gave him a gentle shake. “Well, you did. You’re contractually obligated to show your face for an hour at least.”

Dropping the dead cig on the ground, Web scraped it beneath his heel with a mulish look on his face that gathered a laugh up out of Joe’s chest. “I’m tired,” he whined, shoulders swaying with his own malaise, buoyed back and forth only by Joe’s hands on his coat.

“That’s not a face anyone wants to see,” Joe said softly, pulling him in even closer to kiss the corner of his scowling mouth. “Come on.”

Web made an aggravated sound in his throat, the same kind he makes when he has to wake up early, and Joe grinned as he kissed his cheek, then the bridge of his nose. “Come on,” he goaded again, warm breath moving over Web’s face and giving them almost the illusion of solitude on the city street. “Give me a small one, baby, come on.”

It only took another teasing press to the corner of Web’s mouth before the edges of his lips were turning up, though he looked to try and anchor them down, and Joe gave him a victory kiss that they traded between them for a brief, warm moment tasting of cigarettes and cold wind. Making a newly pleased sound, Web broke from his mouth to peck at Joe’s cheek.

“I’m going to do it,” he said softly.

“You’re going to do it,” Joe nodded back, moving into his heat a moment longer.

“I’m going to do it,” Web sighed, resigned, tipping his head back to take in a long, cold breath that he sighed out forcefully. Looking back at Joe, he gave him a wide, forceful smile that turned the slightest bit more genuine at the sound of his laugh. “There, daddy, do I get a star?”

Joe grimaced, slapping at his collar and pushing him away, much to Web’s humor, who simply stepped back with a huffed laugh. “Sick.”

“One day, Lieb,” Web sighed as Joe stepped up to the door, and the very thought made him want to push him out of the doorway and lock him out.

“Put that wish under your pillow, Web,” Joe toned, holding the door open for him as they stepped inside, the scent of black licorice wafting around the enclosed hallway only to bloom into a sour, wonderful smell as they moved back through to the bar. The guys were clustered around their usual table, just on the edge of the room between the dart board (far, far too close to the bathroom) and the pool table, were a beer and a shot were already waiting for Web as Joe slumped back into his seat, shrugging out of his coat and scarf.

Web sat in the empty seat beside him, keeping his arms and legs to himself so consciously it was almost comical, and Joe spread his legs further into the empty space just to annoy him. A fortifying shot and a few hearty sips of beer had him a little looser, but every time Joe glimpsed at him he still had that same exhaustion hanging off the corners of his eyes. His hair was mussed from his hat, and the combination made him want to put his hands in it, ruffle him further, coax him back to wakefulness the way he does in the morning now.

The thought makes him smile to himself, and the booze thrumming through his blood made him move before he really clocked it. Web’s hand, slowly picking at the skin around his nails, was caught up in his own in just the space of a moment.

It was like dominoes falling, one after the other.

First Web, who looked at him with a careful alarm, his hand going stiff where Joe held it against the table, almost pulling away before slowly going soft, easy in his grip. Joe met his eyes with his own muted surprise at himself, their connection like a balance beam from their eyes to their hands to their growing twin smiles. Sighing, Web relaxed back in his seat, hand flexing to twine their fingers together, a simple motion that transformed the contact from one thing to another.

And then, remarkably, Toye, who looked down at their hands like a scorpion had just crawled onto the table. Joe isn’t surprised, he’s usually the first to know everything and yet somehow the very last to ever say something, a quality he appreciates to no end.

This appears to be no exception, as he stares at their hands, and then at Web’s averted eyes, still locked in to whatever conversation Babe and George are having, and then to Joe. They regard each other silently, Joe hoping his face is set in as resolute a mask as he can project this deep into the evening, an expression of incredulous acceptance falling over the other man’s face like a drift of snow.

“Another round?” he asked, low and yet just loud enough to draw three other pairs of eyes to their end of the table.

Their faces all morphed into different Goya paintings at the same time, ranging from a careful shock and into out and out primal fear.

Joe, never one to not throw gas on a fire, tipped the scale by nodding. “I’ll get it,” he said easily, dropping Web’s hand just to curl it around the side of the other man’s neck, smirking at the pleased flutter of Web’s eyes as he followed the movement with a smile. Just to sweeten the deal, he leaned in and planted one of his usual kisses straight to Web’s messy hair, the kind that are so familiar as to be almost routine, whether he’s doing it as he says goodbye in the morning, as an afterthought while they watch reality TV, the very last one of the day before he shuts his eyes at night.

He pushes up with a little less coordination that he’s usually able to muster on a Friday night out with the guys, knock-kneed with happiness, exhilarated at the red of the other man’s face, the way his eyes go so blue as to be practically violet. With a rub of his hand over Web’s neck he takes his leave, crossing to the bar with relief.

Web can deal with this part on his own. That oughta wake him up plenty.

[himbowelsh]

headcanons for various ships meeting the parents/family (and/or kids)?

oh my god lol i just wrote this for luztoye this is perfect

WINNIX

nixon sr is almost a carbon copy of nixon jr, except with a little less chill and a little more infidelity.

nixon and his dad are both sharp as tacks, bitingly intelligent, incredibly charming, kind of unstable, and raging alcoholics.

at first nix is a little freaked out. like??? “is this what i’m in for ten years down the line? is nix going to grow a handlebar moustache, play with guns, and chug vodka like it’s water?”

(at least he doesn’t have to worry about nix screwing the secretary)

nixon, however, has a strained relationship with his father (dick thinks its because theyre too alike) and is very adamant that he is never going to be the type of man he is. dick believes him – nix’s heart is too good for him to end up like stanhope nixon.

nix’s dad, as it turns out, likes dick a lot. so does nix’s sister blanche, who is just as charming as her father and brother, though a bit more grounded. she couldn’t approve of dick more, and she tells her brother that straight out.

nix’s mother left his father awhile back, but nix says she was distant even before that. she never meets dick; dick hopes she would have liked him, but hearing about how she ignored nix as a kid, he doubts he’d have liked her back.

he, nix, and blanche wind up becoming good friends, however! (because blanche is wonderful and i love her)

nix is VERY WORRIED that dick’s parents wont like him

he seems like everything good mennonite parents wouldn’t want their kid getting involved with. he’s certain they’re going to take one look at him and hate him.

he’s wrong.

dick’s mother possesses the same warmth as him, except she doesn’t bother to keep it hidden. she has one conversation with nix, somehow deduces everything about him in five minutes, and declares she likes him immediately. 

dick’s sister ann is a rambunctious sweetheart who is genial to nix at first. when they discover they share a sense of humor, however, she decides she adores him, and he adores her back. they have a blast teasing dick together.

his father is the hardest to win over. at first, dick’s father doesn’t seem to like him at all, and nix is nervous around the man because he doesn’t know how to act around fathers. should he be polite? should he declare how much he loves his son? what should he do dick hELP –

after a while, however, dick’s father takes him aside for a long talk. they discuss where they both stand personally and nix discovers dick’s father is a very down-to-earth, sober man, with the same level head and wry humor as dick. he realizes he likes him, and is glad when dick’s father gives his approval of him too.

WEBGOTT

okay, you gotta understand – web loves his family a lot.

this does not mean he likes them.

they’re conservative where he is liberal. they’re practical where he’s artistic. they’re down-to-earth where he’s a dreamer. they don’t like to debate, they view arguments as strictly negative things, and they don’t enjoy theorizing about what could be. web is the odd man out in a family of realists.

still, he loves his parents and brothers. in particular he adores his little sister annie, who’s still young enough that she views her big brother as a hero (and web still sees her as a kid, even though she’s well into her teens)

he wants his family to approve of joe. the problem is his family isnt… sure how to handle david being gay. they’re THAT family, who loudly proclaims how supportive they are and take pride in that fact, but when they’re actually faced with their son’s sexuality things get awkward.

joe is NOT big on meeting the parents. he says that if david cares about him, it doesn’t matter what his homophobic parents think.

“they’re NOT HOMOPHOBIC, joe, and they matter to me, they’re my FAMILY –”

it turns into a fight.

it’s webster and liebgott, what do you expect?

eventually joe caves and meets web’s family. 

it’s an awkward family dinner. no one really knows what to say. joe makes more than one inappropriate comment without meaning to, and clams up afterwards. by the time the night ends web is sure it’s a disaster.

he’s surprised when his mother calls him the next day to tell him how much they all liked joe – and he almost tears up when she tells him that she’s proud of him.

what web is really thrilled about is that his sister says she approves.

meanwhile, as much as joe says he doesn’t care what web thinks about his family?? he also says he doesn’t care what his family thinks of web

“its not the end of the world if they don’t like you.”

“you think they wont like me? wait, whoa, wHY wouldn’t they like me? joe???”

mama liebgott has raised four kids all on her own, and joe is her baby boy. she wants the best for him and is very critical of all the boys all of her kids have brought home. with four daughters and a son, she’s interviewed a lot of boys.

of all the potential boyfriends she’s interviewed, david is one of her favorites.

she interrogates him for about two hours (after sending joe to the store so he wont complain) and even though david is so nervous he can barely keep his words straight, he manages to win her over

(his baby blue eyes have nothing to do with it)

joe’s four older sisters are absolutely merciless. they love david too, but they have a blast teasing him and joe at every chance they get.

it also doesn’t help that the entire liebgott family likes to argue with each other as much as joe argues with web. there’s rarely a moment of peace in that house.

web likes joe’s family, but he’s more than satisfied with just one liebgott.

SPEIRTON

speirs does not have a good relationship with his father, and he’s estranged from his mother, so his parents aren’t really in the picture. 

lipton would like to meet ron’s family, but he understands when he says he doesn’t want anything to do with them, and respects his decision.

“i’m sure they’d like you. you’re a very hard person to dislike,” ron says, and even if it’s just to make him feel better, lip appreciates it.

lip, on the other hand, is very close with his family.

he lost his father in a car accident when he was ten. this accident also paralyzed his mother and put her in a wheelchair for life. lip was so affected by this that he took over being the man of the house early, and as such has a strong sense of responsibility towards his mother and brother.

ron visits the boarding house for the first time pretty early on in their relationship, so he gets to know mama lipton without a lot of stress.

mama is a lot like her son – she’s thoughtful, level-headed, and a thorough judge of character. she has a way of seeing through people and getting a read on their character.

she makes ron a little nervous at first tbh, and this man is a career soldier.

mama lipton grows to feel very warmly for ron, especially when she sees how much ron adores her son and her son loves him back.

in turn, ron gets close to mama lipton. they both understand her son and his consummate need to help others, so they sometimes tag-team lip to take care of himself.

lip’s brother, on the other hand, takes a long time to warm up to ron. it’s not that he doesn’t like that his brother is gay – he just thinks ron’s a scary son of a bitch and is worried about his brother’s taste in men.

he tries to threaten ron a few times. it backfires. ron is definitely a scary son of a bitch.

eventually ron manages to get on civil terms with lip’s brother too, and it’s a relief to everyone, especially lip.

“you’re a hard person to dislike too,” he tells ron – and ron knows that’s a lie, but it’s so typical lip that he doesn’t care.

BABEROE

babe and gene both have pretty similar family situations – they’re both the third of five children, and both used to be troublemakers as kids, so they decide they’re probably going to like each others’ families immediately.

gene’s family is very, very cajun, and his dad speaks with such a thick accent that babe struggles to understand him. gene has to translate pretty often, and babe is surprised to find that gene’s father isn’t much like him at all. he’s rowdy, loud, and loves to tease his kids.

babe loves him.

the two of them are terrors together. gene doesn’t get a moment of peace.

gene’s sisters winnie and minnie are two years apart, but they’re practically twins. it takes babe awhile to learn to tell them apart, and they exploit his weakness to their own delight.

gene’s youngest brother is most like him – quiet, thoughtful, and a little more shy than gene. it takes him awhile to open up to babe, but gene has a close relationship with him and encourages him to get to know babe.

gene’s grandmother has been dead for years, but after gene tells babe about her healing abilities he talks about her so frequently that babe feels like he knows her already. he likes to think that she’d have liked him.

gene is overwhelmed by babe’s family.

it’s an entire pack of loud, outspoken redheads all screaming over each other in shrill philly accents. they’re nothing but welcoming to gene, and they’re very nice, but gene just… doesn’t know how to handle them.

babe thinks it’s hilarious.

he tries his best to make his boyfriend comfortable, but gene needs to get used to the heffron clan all on his own. it takes gene a while, but eventually he gets used to them.

babe’s brothers all rib gene, and his sister annie is so spunky that she’d determined to become gene’s best friend. it’s kind of wild to gene, but in a way it reminds him of his own family.

LUZTOYE

joe has a very low key family. he’s the baby of the family, with two older sisters. his dad died when he was fourteen, so his mom took over the duties of both parents, and operates with an executive functionality that’s almost terrifying.

joe was never doted on during his childhood. he learned to stick up for himself. he has a close relationship with his mom and is on good terms with his siblings, but he’s definitely not used to being the apple of their eyes

george

is

ADORED

by joes family

they all love him, his sisters think he’s the greatest thing theyve ever seen, and the love how effortlessly he manages to juggle joe’s nieces and nephews

(he’s a lot better with joe’s nieces and nephews than joe is, actually)

joe’s mother takes longer to warm up to him, but as soon as he wins her approval he automatically becomes her favorite son.

a part of joe is jealous that his family seems to like george even more than they like him, but he’s also so thrilled that they love him – and that george loves them back.

george’s family, meanwhile, is absolutely freaking insane.

joe meets all of george’s siblings on the same day. one of his sisters is in love with him, one of his brothers is taller than him, one of his sisters could probably beat him in an arm wrestling match, and his mother basically adopts him on site.

everyone loves joe.

joe is thrilled, george is thrilled, and george’s family is just waiting for the wedding.