#you gotta be a little homosexual to do all that

[correctlyopinionated]

this is kinda how I view every duo that kills people

[greenfiend]

The Significance of Lover’s Lake and Byler (Theory) Part 2

Sequel to this post

(Warning: mentions of sex and drugs)

Okay so first of all, if you haven’t seen my previous post on my theory involving Lovers Lake and Byler, please read it first. I go over my theory and predictions for Byler and the heart shaped lake. This is a secondary post to it, outlining some VERY interesting details involving the owner of the lakeside house, the lakeside house itself, and all the romantic and sexual elements present. I’m saving the best for last here.

Let’s start with the owner of the lakeside house.

Reefer Rick

So I recently made a silly post arguing that the most queer coded character in Stranger Things is not Mike nor Will (nor Robin, Henry, Eddie etc), and I stand by this statement. The most queer coded character is: Reefer Rick. Now, I know we never see the guy, but literally all the information we have on him is either queer coding or drug references.

Synonyms of his name are literally f*g Dick, with a shared last name with the famous tea company founder who so happens to have been a homosexual: Lipton.

We know he doesn’t have a family, thus he’s a single man who occasionally has his buddy/fellow dealer Eddie stay over. Hm, not very heterosexual of him.

Then we have his movie list.

Now, as many of us know, the movie “Fast Times” is used within Stranger Things as a way to gage if someone is attracted to women or not. We have Steve, Dustin, Lucas, and Vickie all confirmed to have enjoyed this movie… specifically for that shot at 53 minutes and 5 seconds. Sure, Reefer Rick rented the film, but why is it the only movie he rented that was returned on time? For context, he’s the only character who had films listed as “late” returns. So, he obviously enjoyed Cheech & Chong a lot more. Two guys doing drugs is more interesting to him than a sexy lady. Okay, noted.

Now, how is he perceived by the people of Hawkins?

Oooof. Okay. He’s not well liked it seems. He apparently is causing some fear and anger amongst the Hawkins residents. Kind of similar of a reaction these people would have towards an openly gay man during the 1980s.

Also I have to include @/conflictofthemind ‘s excellent point that injectable drug use and unprotected sex (specifically between two men) were both commonly associated with HIV/AIDS… a major epidemic during the 80s and a major subtextual theme within the show.

Now, where’s this guy live while outside of jail?

I don’t blame the guy for “hiding” when the town is not too fond of him. Of course he is a drug dealer so there’s that as well. But interesting they used the word “hide”, which has been associated with queerness within the show already (plus this line was said by Robin (featured in the middle of the shot!!!) who is queer herself).

(Both of these screenshots are from 1x02 interestingly enough.)

Wouldn’t it make sense for these two “hiders” to hide out in “a perfect place to hide” together? Seeking refuge in a fellow gay man’s secluded house?

I will say it’s also worth noting that he does not have any women featured on the walls within his house. Also, he has a phallic shaped bong (we’ll get back to that soon).

Phew okay so that’s Reefer Rick. Are you still with me? Hopefully I didn’t bore any of you with this. I promise you this all leads back to Byler.

So, moving on to his house.

So as @/therainscene kindly pointed out, this poster with the smiley face can be related to rave culture and ecstasy in the 1980s. So a drug reference, in a drug dealer’s house… shocker I know. But I gotta say, ecstasy is also a term often related to sex. I also have to add this little tidbit from one of our favourite directors of Stranger Things, Shawn Levy. Keep in mind, he knows what’ll happen in the next season… and he’s directing episodes after 3 and 4…

Interesting word choice, no?

So, back to the symbolism within (and near) the house.

Let’s talk about the phallic symbolism that appears in pairs in these shots. It’s a choice, isn’t it? With two males in each shot. We know the Duffers love details and foreshadowing… I doubt it’s a coincidence. Also, anyone else notice that phone in the background? Just had to mention it, since our boys are frequently associated with phones and calls.

Then, of course, I gotta bring back this shot.

The bed. Blue meets yellow. You know it! We all heard it a thousand times by now. Let’s look at what else is in the shot. A closed closet. Another reference to our boys. To the right, you’ll see a toilet paper roll. Now, if you have a brother, you might see the same thing in his room. Sure it can be used as a tissue for your nose but let’s just say there’s usually another use for it. I’ll call it “self love”. So, basically, another sexual reference.

To sum up this house: lake/water, drugs, and ecstasy/smiley face. Now, let’s go back to a scene featuring our boys with all these elements in the background.

Makes you wonder doesn’t it?

I must also point out the “Paris” poster in the background. City of love, anyone? Plus the fireworks. They’re really trying to tell us something here.

Also, @/foodiewithdahoodie pointed out how Paris specifically was one of the first places to decriminalize sodomy.

You know, I also wouldn’t rule out every aspect of Murray’s prediction here.

Shout out to the Hylers out there!

Perhaps after a lot of stressful days of fighting interdimentional demons, these boys want to wind down and de-stress in their hiding spot. I can see Reefer Rick as a fellow Nintendo player, leaving his console behind, as well as his weed, for our boys to use. I also wouldn't be surprised if Eddie left a few of his beers behind. I mean… Murray has a pretty good track record for predictions. This would also really double down on the message that Mike and Will “aren’t kids anymore.”

Also, wouldn’t it be fun to look back at Murray’s predictions and realize that they’ve all come to be?

Okay, now let’s finally get to the romance elements!

First thing I want to start with is this shot:

So… they had to show us a mailbox, didn’t they? With that name “Lipton” which as I mentioned in my previous post… is associated with Thomas Lipton who had a lover named William Love.

1 point for #lettergate

And…

“Hope Our Love Lives/Lasts And Never Dies”

WWII solders used the acronym H.O.L.L.A.N.D. to convey a love message in a letter. The whole love letters association with Mike and Will never end, do they?

2 points for #lettergate!

As for the “2121”, I think it’s possible that it’s referencing multiple things… number references are tricky like that in my opinion. But I will say that @/thestrangestthing89 brought up the fact that “2121” could be a reference to “Twin Flames” which is yet another reference to romance.

Continuing on with the romance…

Let’s return back to the scene where Reefer Rick is first mentioned. After Max mentioned him, we are cut to Steve talking about a movie.

A movie filled with action and romance, you say?

So… Doctor Zhivago.

Basically a tale of two people in love during a difficult time (Russian Revolution) being separated, with other people, then finally reunited. Not completely unlike our boys. Notice how the “adult” sign is noticeable in the background. Not kids anymore.

He mentions action, which I’m sure there will be some of as well at the famous lake.

Okay enough with the silly details, let’s stop and look at the bigger picture.

Our beloved lake. Look how gorgeous it truly is. Plus the fact that it’s a literal heart? You can’t get more “on the nose” than that.

Now, who else is known as a heart? (Tough question I know…)

This boy is, without a doubt, narratively tied to the lake. He is “the heart”… he is THE LAKE (symbolically).

Thank you to @/everaster for bringing attention to the fact that after Mike was pushed to deliver that monologue to El by Will, Max “died”, then the gates opened WIDE. One of those gates, as we know, is located within Lover’s Lake… known was “watergate” (term coined by Dustin).

So, as of now in this story… Lover’s Lake is literally broken in two. A broken heart in need of mending.

Who better to accomplish that task than the boy who has known him for a decade and loves him completely and selflessly?

💌📬❤️‍🩹

Hope you enjoyed these posts as much as I enjoyed making them! It’s honestly so much fun looking for evidence and finding such interesting stuff. Some of it may be reaching, and that’s okay because it’s all in good fun! That’s what fandoms are all about.

The level of attention to detail in this show never ceases to amaze me! There’s so much depth and clues to look for and play around with. I hope to have sparked some inspiration and creativity for some people! 💛💙💚

As always, would love to know your thoughts!

[johnbrand]

The New Fad

It was strange how this seemingly irresistible fad suddenly swept in. I took a sip of my coffee, noticing how every man appeared to be identically dressed from my chair outside the cafe. The city was filled with men in suits. On the clock, off the clock, even if their workplace required them to wear a different uniform, the second their hours where up a 3-piece would be resituated onto the body. 

This change had been so quick too. Brooks Brothers replacing Nike, businessmen replacing athletes.  At first it seemed like nothing, but soon people I knew started jumping on board too. One was once the most raggedy of counterculture punks, but the next time I saw him he had come from the barbershop with his spiked, flamboyant hawk mowed down into a tame, respectable cut. Two more of my friends were a colorful, progressive couple, yet I later found out through their social media they had split to focus on their “domestic financial endeavors.” They had taken up investments and accounting since.

I did not see the appeal in this rigid conformity, this sweeping mentality to return to tradition. It was simply too drab, too starchy. This new trend meant every man was perfectly groomed, stiffly suited, and promptly coordinated towards his career. And with this came the resurgence of other forgotten subcultures: the craving to marry a homebound woman, the chance to create numerous offspring, the promise of a nuclear family. As a gay male who considered business casual as the only form of formality, none of this interested me.

With a sigh, I took another sip of my coffee, readjusting the sleeves of my hoodie before grabbing my phone. A new software update had installed, boasting upgraded accuracy in facial recognition. Raising the screen to unlock the device, I dreamily absorbed the beguiling swirl of colors and patterns. The phone was thinking, recognizing my identity.

<ah…a lot of work to do here. lets see…gotta add some layers…no more hoodies or leisurely clothes for you. only formal articles. that collar should be stiff, and lets get you in a charcoal tie to match that dark standard suit. so much better.  dont you agree? just nod your head, thats a good boy. you dont want that shaggy beard or unkempt hair. no no, a good handful of texturing fiber will keep you with a solid, unwaveringly tall quiff. this is your new haircut, and that stubble will need to be maintained every day, got that? yes, you are a good boy, a good preppy boy.> <no no, just keep staring into the phone. you’re going to be clean and suited now, forever. returning to tradition, how men were always meant to be. and doesnt it feel right? dont you feel like youve come home? youve never felt so comfortable in your skin, so comfortable in your clothes. confident, conservative, and able to admit what you are. you are a preppy boy now. that sounds a little strange, right? thats ok, say it with me. preppy boy, I am a preppy boy. strange…but good, right? say it one more time. some may say youre a bit old-fashioned, but we both know why something becomes traditional–because it has always worked. nod your head slowly with me. it’s too hard to do anything but agree with me, right?> <now, the update is almost done, so let me just add in a few more quick things. lets see…fixation to the haberdashery…commitment to formality…dependence on the institution. what else am I missing…hmmm…are you a homosexual? no no, thats not going to work. good preppy boys are straight. nod with me, yes. desire of offspring…familial responsibility…an itch that can only be comforted by the omnipresent cinch of a fastidiously knotted tie. ah, it seems my time is up. just remember, your only aspiration in life is to be a good preppy boy. nod for me if you understand. thats a good preppy boy.>

Unable to recall what I was doing, I tucked my phone back into the seat pocket of my pressed trousers. I sipped once more at my coffee and took in the impeccable Financial District around me. All the men in suits, one could practically smell the crisp clean bills in their pockets. Back and forth from two destinations, the office with the other businessmen or the home with the wife and kids. Pulling up the sleeve of my suit jacket, my expensive watch informed me it was my time for the first. And once the hours were put in, I could return home to my own woman before beginning the cycle again.

[liliewrites]

aaaaa hello there! I'm new to your blog and I gotta say that u got a hottest way to write fics and I NEED to request a such good writer like you :::]

So there's been a fic scenario stuck on my head for when since I've been simping for arlecchino and I'd like to request it now that is 🏳️‍🌈 month: I imagine a school au where fem!reader is in the same class as arle and reader can't get along with her at all! So one day, teacher and classmates was talking about pride month and sexuality, she starts saying about that gay/lesbian/bisexuality(etc) are something ridiculous and that she doesn't agree with it, but it was all a lie as she hid the fact that she was a complete lesbian whose been obsessed with reader for long time😍, and when one day, reader was going somewhere in the highschool, we find arle pleasuring herself in a private place from school thinking about reader(u can decide where, idm) and reader caught her by accident, so she got all embarrassed but instead of pushing reader away, she just pulls reader in the same room as her as she confesses every feeling and well... You know what happens next ;)

Idk if it's too much to ask about adding scissoring, but I'd like that act to happen in the fic 🥺 ofc no forcing tho. Sorry if it's long! This was just my scenario, feel free to modify it as much as you want :) aND again, love ur writing sm 💕

HELLOOO ANONNN:DD THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGG AND THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY FICS!! IT'S AN HONOR REALLYYY:)) I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I LIVE UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS!! eat well, anonn:D arlecchino will be referred to as peruere here, btw! as i find the name peruere cute and better suited for younger depictions of her:))

-warning/s ; slight homophobia, filthy ass smut, public sex, students (but to keep it safe, they'll be written as college/senior high students in mind.)

-pairing/s ; arlecchino x fem!reader

(men and minor please dni utc)

you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you weren't even sure how you heard their conversation. you were just minding your business, when you heard peruere and another one of your classmates' conversation.

"hey pers, have you heard of that silly little pride month thing?"

".. i have, but i do not wish to engage with it. homosexuality is nothing but a disgusting display of animalistic tendencies."

"sheesh. i gotta agree with you though. them gay people are weird. say you know that.. alhaitham guy? i heard he was.."

you immediately moved away as far as you could to not hear anymore of their conversation. you didn't want to hear anymore of this, it made your stomach churn since you weren't straight yourself. your impression of your two classmates turned a bit more sour. you made a mental note to be more weary of peruere since she seemed to be more negative regarding people like you.

but why was it..

why was it that you found yourself in quite the predicament?

after a few days from that awful conversation you heard that which you desperately tried to rip off of your mind. you were part of the group of students that were tasked to clean the classroom after class, but as pesky as your classmates were, they all slipped through your teacher to skip cleaning duty and you were the only one left. with an irritated sigh, you headed to the bathroom to grab the cleaning supplies from the closet.

"mm.. ngh.."

you immediately froze as soon as you stepped in. surely, your ears were fooling you..? yet you heard it again, a moan. you didn't know whether to be scared or embarrassed. your feet were glued to the ground, you were scared to accidentally disturb the person who was.. well, doing their own business.

"a-ah.. y/n.."

your eyes widened. you knew to whom that voice belonged to. why was she, peruere, moaning your name?

you felt like you were shaking in your own shoes. you felt conflicted as to what to do right now, you knew you had to leave- but you just couldn't run away. you shook your head, no, you had to.

as you turned to leave for the door, you just had to trip over the broom you forgot you were holding in your hands. you fell to your front, a loud thud echoing throughout the bathroom- oh you are definitely dead now.

"who's there??"

you immediately got up and grabbed your stuff, but you heard the last stall's door click open. you fumbled, extremely panicked now as you knew she saw you. ".. oh, it's you."

"you heard me, didn't you?"

your felt your breath get stuck in your throat, but you shook your head. "no, i-i didn't know you were even here, i'm sorry.."

with a click of her tongue, you knew she knew you were lying. she grabbed you by the shoulder, making you face her with a pissed expression on her face. "you're lying." she said with a cold tone, her intense gaze casted upon you in a menacing way. "i-i won't tell anyone, i promise-"

your brain had shut off as she leaned in to kiss you.

her lips pressed against yours, her hand on your shoulder gripping on to you so tightly that you couldn't move away. she leaned back, pushing you against the bathroom sink. "shut up. you're being too loud. other people will hear us." she whispered in your ear as she leaned back in. her hands tightly gripped your hips, lifting you up to sit on the sink. "i'm sorry, sweet thing.. but can you blame me? you're such a pretty little doll." she whispered against your neck, causing chills to run up and down your spine as she leaned in to her lips against your skin again and again. "i-i thought.. you were against same sex relationships, peruere?" you said in between little breaths, gasping everytime she nibbled a little on your skin. you grasped on her shoulders, trying to ground yourself and not get too lost in the midst of her peppering kisses on your neck and collarbone.

"it was all a fluke. i didn't want to let them know that you had me wrapped around your pretty little finger."

she mumbled as she licked on your skin, just under your jaw before biting down, not too hard to actually hurt you but with just enough pressure to make you feel her teeth sink into you. she immediately covered your mouth, muffling your loud gasp. for a moment, you caught an embarrassed look on her face as she leaned back for a moment to catch her breath. "you're.. just too pretty. i like you, but we've never talked. so i always thought i didn't have a chance with you." she confessed, before kissing your cheek. her sudden switch made you see a more endearing side to her, and it just made you want to give in more and more to her.

"oh, but who cares.. you've already caught me. might as well make you mine."

she pulled away, wiping her lips. drool was dripping down her lips. she looked like a starved woman, hungry for you. the sight made you throb with need.

"if you want this, that is." she said as she then pulled away. panicked, you grabbed her wrist, pulling her in to press your lips against hers.

peruere was obviously surprised, but she immediately gave in and kissed back with equal, if not more, fervor. you were leaning back against the mirror, with her in the middle of your thighs as you both relished in the feeling of being pressed against each other. her heart was practically leaping in joy, seeing you want her just as much as she wanted you.

"f.. fuck, you're so pretty, so.."

she looked at you with mesmerized eyes, her hand trailing down from your hips to make it's way to go under your skirt and grip your thighs. for a moment, you forgot you were in public and had leaned in to chase for her lips once again, but she avoided it. confused and left needing for more, you looked at her with pleading eyes. she only chuckled, finding your eagerness so damn adorable.

"not here, sweet thing, we won't have any privacy. fix yourself up, let's head to the classroom. we can lock the door there."

as she separared from you to pick up the cleaning supplies. you couldn't help but pout, but you knew she had a point. so you hopped off the counter and fixed your uniform. you then went over to her, offering to help her with carrying the stuff, but she simply dismissed you with a straight face. "no, it's fine. i'll carry this for you."

you nodded, feeling your heart skip a beat. peruere was such a mystery to you, but it made you want to know more about her.

you both left the bathroom, trying to act as normal as possible- well, at least you were. peruere had a totally calm expression on her face, while you were a silent and flustered mess. as you both walked through the hallways, your homeroom teacher saw the both of you.

"oh! peruere, how nice of you. i'm so glad you volunteered to help. poor y/n here is always left alone to clean. i swear, those little brats deserve to be taught a lesson.."

she sighed, looking at you apologetically. "it's fine. i don't mind helping y/n out.. since she's helping me out too. if you may excuse us, teacher, we'll go ahead now.."

the teacher looked at you both with a sweet smile as she watched you both enter the classroom. "what diligent students, i swear, peruere and y/n are the only two good students i have.."

oh, but your teacher could never have been more wrong.

as soon as the door was shut and locked. peruere immediately pushed you down on a random desk, her hand wrapping around your waist to pull you in as close to her as possible as her lips returned to kissing your skin again, but she was more impatient and rougher this time. "peruere.. you're too.." you breathed out, she was more needy and hungry for you than earlier.

"shh, i'm going to help you.. but you have to help me out too.."

she grasped your hand, bringing it under her skirt. you were startled at her sudden boldness, but you could feel how wet and dripping she was through her underwear. "in fact, you caused this. so it's technically your responsibility.." she grumbled, before popping open the buttons of your shirt with haste. she stared down at your pretty chest, her hands pulling your bra up to let your pretty tits fall out. "p-peruere! this is.." you immediately covered your face, looking away as heat filled your body.

"hush, darling. the door is locked, but they can still hear us if they pass by.."

her lips immediately latched on to your tits, her tongue circling your now erect nipples slowly. with your hand covering your mouth to contain your moans, the other was on the back of her head, your fingers tangled in her hair as you held on to her tighter.

while her mouth was busy sucking your sweet tits, her hands forced your legs to spread even more open in front of her. you bit down on your hand, fighting back the urge to gasp and moan loudly at the sudden feeling of your clit being touched and rubbed by her fingers through your panties.

she pulled away from your tits with a pop, a bit of drool dripping down her chin once again as she grinned at you. "fuck- you're even more wet than me. you're quite literally dripping.."

as if to prove her point, she pulled your skirt down along with your underwear. the exposure to the cold air made your whole body shiver, but you felt even more embarassed to be out and exposed like this at school. "this is.. this is too much, peruere. what if someone sees us?" you asked, trying your hardest to resist the arousal pooling in your lower tummy, but you knew you couldn't fight it anymore.

"just keep your voice down, love. no one will come in.."

she also removed her skirt and underwear, completely leaving herself bare and naked like you. you couldn't help but stare, she looked so.. taunting. you wanted to just stuff your face in there and taste her. you gulped, and peruere noticed you staring at her. "you want to feel my pussy, don't you..?" she asked with a teasing voice. you threw all your known morals and dignity out the window, nodding desperately at her question. "please, peruere.. i can't take it anymore."

fuck. peruere wanted to tease you some more, but hearing you sound say please with that needy tone of yours had completely drived her over the edge.

she pulled you down from the desk, gently laying you down on the cold floor. it wasn't the best place to fuck in right now, but she needed you right here and right now. she carefully positioned herself on top of you, grabbing on to your leg for leverage.

"f-fuck, love.. you feel so good, so warm.."

she groaned as her clit made in contact with yours and no more than a minute, she had pressed herself against you and started moving her hips against you. "peruere, peruere.. it's so wet.." you moaned out, covering your mouth to muffle your moans again. you closed your eyes in pure ecstacy, the sensation of your pussy rubbing against hers and your clits just bumping into each other. it was far too good, you felt like you were losing your mind.

"oh shit, doll... i-i can feel you throb against me.."

both of you were now struggling to contain your noises, so she pulled you up and leaned in to kiss you as she grinded her pussy against yours. both of you had no shame left, not caring whether you were in school or not anymore as you both chased your highs.

"shit- shit, peruere.. i-i'm about to-"

you whined as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breathe again. both of you were a panting mess, pressing against each other harder and harder. "let go for me, sweet thing. i-i'm about to cum as well.."

you bucked your hips against peruere, both of your movements were losing rhythm and were becoming erratic. the knot in your tummy was tightening, and without another second, everything turned white around you as you almost let out a strangled moan if peruere hadn't pressed her lips against yours.

she immediately wrapped her arms around you, catching you before you'd fall back to the floor and hurt yourself. as you felt yourself clench around nothing, you twitched and shivered in her arms, letting out fucked out whines against her neck. this was the first time you've felt such an intense orgasm where you've completely lost yourself to the pleasure, it almost made you cry. "shh, love. i got you.. i got you." she coaxed you, a bit caught off guard to how sensitive you are, but it was just another cute thing about you.

she then caught your lips in hers this time, but it was sweet and soft this time. it was such a different feeling from the earlier kisses you exchanged with her earlier.. but you liked it. you loved it.

as you finally calmed down in her arms, peruere pressed a kiss to your forehead and took off her blazer to wrap it around you. "go and rest for a little bit, love. i'll go clean us up and then i'll help you with cleaning up, okay?" her tone was more gentle now and it made your heart flutter once again just like earlier. "be rest assured, my love. i'll take good care of you.." she whispered as she pressed another kiss on your cheek, before getting up to grab some tissues from her bag to clean you up. from now on, you started to see peruere in a better light. maybe.. she wasn't so bad after all.

(little bonus hihi)

the next day, everyone was obviously stunned at the sight of you and peruere coming to school with your hands intertwined. ever since she had confessed to you, she refused to leave your side. of course, peruere is peruere. a top student with an apathetic expression on her face most of the time paired with a manner of speaking that may or may not have permanently scarred a few other students for life and to see her latching on to you, holding your hand and blatantly admitting that you were her lover when a few of the bolder students asked? they were baffled. a lot of students were too intimidated by her to say anything.. but you and her were a cute couple. i mean, it wasn't everyday that you got to see peruere smitten and blushing like she had a fever when you had suddenly kissed her on the cheek during lunch break when she handed you the bread you asked for.

[fleouriarts]

got bored living in the middle of nowhere so i made another hivemind animatic. kinda got tired of this one while i was working on it but oh well... hopefully you can all at least enjoy it ^__^

(link to it on youtube as well)

TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT for anyone who needs it:

[groovy intro music]

D: When is McDonald’s gonna do the McGay for, uhh, the LGBTQ+ community month?

R: Wha-

D: They have a gay awareness month, right?

R: Pride month, it’s June-

D: Pride month, yeah, it’s June.

R: Yeah.

D: For pride month, McDonald’s should do a McGay!

R: [laughing] I don’t- I don’t think that’s-

D: And it’s like a cunty little McChicken, or something.

R: Nooooo, don’t say-

D: What?

R: Don’t SAY stuff like that!

D: A McGay, that’d be awesome!

R: A McGay is fine, just, the other part-

D: Think of how many people would order that!

R: I mean, of course-

D: “You guys wanna get some McGays for lunch?”

D: Me and the boys are going down to get McGays, for pride month, because WE ARE ALLIES.

R: I think it’d be good for allies-

D: Yeah.

R: - homosexual people, people of the LGBTQIA+ community-

D: Thank you.

R: - AND homophobes, I think would go get the McGay.

D: Yeah, and they’d like, give it to their friends, like with a Smirnoff Ice.

R: [laughs]

D: “Hey bro, I got you a snack” and they’re like “AUGH he McGay’d me, I gotta eat it now!”

R: “I gotta eat it off my friend’s ass!”

D: “I gotta divorce my wife, I’ve been living a lie!”

R: It’s gotta be a rainbow bun, right?

D: Something, yeah, I was trying to think.

R: Rainbow fries, maybe?

D: Yeah, I don’t know, cus gay people don’t really have a cuisine of their own.

R: Maybe it’s like- ooh! Lady Gaga Oreo McFlurry!

D: Sure.

R: That’s definitely good for the McGay Month.

D: Yeah, that’s alright with me.

R: [laughs] With you?

D: Approved.

R: What does that have to do with- what the hell?

D: I approve it. Any other ideas? ��� Declined. Don’t like that one.

R: I didn’t say one, so-

D: Yeah, you did. DING!

[groovy outro music]

[serve-corps]

Haruhi x RICH reader part two

The club confronts the reader and you show that you're dating <3 part one here part 1

Haruhi awoke in her bed, groggy but conscious. blinking away the sleep in her eyes and rolling over to slam her hand (not really, she couldn't afford to break one) on her alarm clock as it wouldn't shut up. that was her school alarm!-

shooting up from her bed in fear, noticing the time, and running to her wardrobe, pulling out her male uniform only for her to walk past a calendar. Saturday-

oh...

she sat down on the bed she just shot up from and left in a mess. there was a weekend of freedom from not only a daunting school but also a very nosey host club.

Haruhi was trying to emotionally build herself up to deal with the prissy prince of the school who will 100% have a meltdown when she goes into detail on how she's now a 'girl kisser'.

a bit like how Tamaki just casually said to the twins, "You're the homosexual supporting cast", that started a whole fiasco last time.

staring into space for a solid five minutes, she thinks of ways she can dodge the question of how the fuck she's going to explain ditching school yesterday because some mystery girl was waiting for her in a very nice-looking car and they sped off.

yay. this'll be fun.

'meh, that's future Me's problem' She shrugged her shoulders as she walked to the kitchen after leaving her bedroom, only for her phone to buzz softly on the table where she left it to charge overnight.

see, she didn't have a socket/power outlet in her bedroom so she resulted in suffering without her phone for the night. how she does it without going insane? I have no clue.

she picked up the buzzing flip phone to see your familiar number flashing on her screen, a smile popped up on her face as she answered extremely quickly.

"hey daffodil!" your voice chimed in over the phone.

"hello (y/n) I'm shocked you're up this early"

"Well, my girlfriend's an early riser! I gotta give her a good morning call!"

"Are you sure that's all?" she said sarcastically as Haruhi rested her phone on the kitchen table/counter and she turned on the stove, preparing to cook herself and her dad some breakfast, bacon, and eggs, simple enough. cracking the eggs into the pan; she noticed how you were silent for a while, not a good sign.

" *sigh* I'm sorry daffodil...but I'm not gonna be able to reach you for this weekend...meetings n shit. not to mention my normal tutoring...I need to keep this up but I'll make it up to you Monday, sweetheart!"

you rambled as you tried apologising for having a busy life that took up most of your free time but Haruhi waited for you to finish your muttered apologies with a soft smile, gazing at her phone.

"no don't worry, I get it. you have a job and a school life, you can't ditch them anymore for me than you have already."

"but I can call in sick!-"

"you will not be doing that." she cut you off, snarkily; making sure you got the memo of you're already balls deep in sick days so it would harm your report card if you had any more.

a little huff came out of Haruhi's side of the phone, letting her know you were pouting and bitching. it made her smile hearing how you were willing to ruin your report for her but she knew it should have never come to that.

suddenly another voice came through your side of the phone which made Haruhi perk up a bit, also hearing some footsteps come from down her hall as well.

"master (y/n), you need to head to your weekend classes. your chauffeur is waiting by the gate."

a snappy sigh left your mouth as you nodded, turning back to your phone and muttering over and over to Haruhi how you're sorry and love her.

"I'm so sorry daffodil, ill message you when I can-"

"you will not be doing that ma'am." the butler's voice interrupted you, knowing you would try to text during class. this made Haruhi let out a small giggle.

"It's okay, strawberry. make sure you actually pay attention and I love you too.-" The call cut off but she took a gamble thinking the butler must have snatched the phone and snapped it shut. rude.

Haruhi snapped her head to the door that opened; showing her stubbled long haired father who looked almost dead.

"morning Dad." just another morning for the Fujioka household.

the weekend went by scarily quickly even though Haruhi wanted it to last an eternity. knowing her fate when she got back to school, the host club was ready to pounce like the predators they were.

she awoke on a Monday this time; to her alarm blaring in her ear, starting her day with either an earache or an attitude.

she shut it off with a stretch only to hear her phone once more in the kitchen but it was the individual notification sound she gave you.

well, there goes the bad attitude, you fixed it even though you didn't even try.

she got up with a bit more spark and ran to her phone, almost running into the door in the process.

she smiled as she walked back into her room after picking up her phone and looking at your message.

"mornib daffodil"

autocorrect is still off she can see. She sent you a gif of the Roblox wave which you read and just replied,

"..."

"don't do that again."

the one time your spelling was perfect was with pure disappointment in your message. She giggled a bit and deleted the gif from her phone entirely and sent a thumbs-up emoji.

she got changed into her dreaded uniform with a smile on her face despite knowing her doom for the day is coming sooner than she hoped. praying to whatever god was out there that her beautiful girlfriend would save her from not only Tamaki-sempai but also the twins and Kyoya's incessant prying.

she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, walking to her school, Ouran Academy while looking at her phone with a small smile as you message other pointless things about your weekend that were just plain stupid but entertaining, bitching about all of your classmates.

just as she was about to close her phone, you sent one final message to the cross dressing girl

"oh yeh dont forget bbg that im coming to your school, just gunna show up for your lunch and after school club muah! wanna see your line of work ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ"

she froze as she read over that message but as she went to protest, you went offline, this wasn't up for negotiation. you were going to make sure her line of work shouldn't make you, her girlfriend; worry.

awe shit.

she went along with her day, avoiding any questions from the twins pestering her,

"Haruhi! you haven't told us who that person was!"

"yeah Haruhi, are they your girlfriend or something?"

she stood up and left as some girls' heads snapped in their direction, mostly Haruhi's clients. She bolted out of there not without giving the twins a solid glair or two before slamming the door behind her anyway.

this was now a class free of host club members. she let out a sigh of relief only for her world to brighten a bit more when her phone lit up, she flipped it open to see you sent a picture of chocolate covered strawberries and with a message underneath,

"all for you! <3"

some heads turned at the sound of something falling, it was just Haruhi's head slamming into the table, she received weird looks but all she thought about was her stomach and how great her girlfriend is.

It was better they saw the weirdness and not the goofy smile and red face because god, she was never like this in school before. She regrets opening her phone as the little things get her the most.

the class commenced as the teacher walked in and told everyone to take their seats, her mind was elsewhere however, absentmindedly looking out the window, excited and scoping out her girlfriend's car as lunch was after this.

"Fujioka, as you are so relaxed in my lesson, Where is the world's largest waterfall, located?" the teacher said with such snark, wholeheartedly believing a commoner wouldn't know such information on geography.

being the fucking scholar she is, she didn't even look at the teacher and just said clearly, "Angel Falls is located in Venezuela's Bolívar State, in the Guiana Highlands, on the Churún River, 160 miles southeast of Ciudad Bolívar."

despite not looking at the teacher, this pissed them off more. "Fujioka, do you want a lunch detention for attitude?" the growl was evident in their voice.

"not really sensei, I apologise for my rudeness." she stood up and bowed, exaggerating to please the teacher, students were covering their mouths trying to not laugh at the teacher for being shown up and being completely in the wrong while some others were fantasizing about Haruhi.

the teacher growled and reluctantly continued with the lesson. an hour flew by and the bell went signalling lunch, however, when everyone was packing up their stuff, Haruhi bolted out as she had pre-packed up all of her things and just grabbed her bag and ran.

she 'jogged' past students in the hallway to the front of the dining hall, seeing someone in a cap and sunglasses and all black baggy clothes, a hoodie and sweat pants, hair all hidden in the cap.

100% had to be her. She ran a bit quicker only to tackle them and they stumbled a bit, only for them to wrap their arms around Haruhi and swing them around a bit in a hug.

Haruhi grabbed their hands and pushed them towards a free seat where she normally sits.

she sat you down and looked at you expectantly and just...kept staring at you. you leaned backward as she kept staring, feeling like she was judging you, only for it to click a second later that she wanted those chocolate strawberries!

you handed her a medium-sized box full of delicious treats and she beamed, almost as much as she did with the 'fancy tuna' you gave her. the host club watched from afar in surprise as Haruhi was swindled by something sweet for once. Tamaki was crying as he saw his little girl with supposedly her girlfriend.

however, most girls were glaring at the mysterious stranger who barged into their school, stealing their Haruhi.

jokes on then, she's yours.

Haruhi was barely as involved in any conversations with clients or the club compared to the conversation you two were having, she was actually laughing and smiling, acting as though she was a child with her closest friend.

someone in a butler uniform walked up to the two of you, catching all the onlookers off guard and the butler placed two dishes in front of you both, you bowed multiple times to the butler and handed them some money for the food, you didn't ask for it so it was out of kindness.

you handed your girlfriend a pair of chopsticks and gave her one of the plates, chatting while eating. not very polite I know.

soon enough, the lunch bell rang, and people were either glaring at you or observing you the entire time. that included the host club.

the rest of the lessons for the day flew by as Haruhi was in a more pleasant mood than before, seeing her girlfriend after two days of not seeing her. The entire school noticed at least.

the final bell rang for the day, letting everyone know it was either time to pack their shit and go home or it was time to head to their clubs and leave the teachers alone. she packed up slowly, knowing that her girlfriend would be here soon, another date probably, that's what you always surprise her with.

she walked to the host club with a calm pace, walking through the doors unnoticed by the club members and started on making some instant coffee.

her 'cover' was blown when a customer requested Haruhi and so she sat down on one of the chairs, offering a coffee to the girl. the members only just then noticed Haruhi's presents.

Tamaki started bombarding her about who was that beastly stranger who interrupted his time as the host's father which made Haruhi wince and wait until all clients were cared for and satisfied.

that took another half an hour until it was just the hosts in the room. the room felt suffocating to the girl however she condemned herself to stay silent.

"Anything I say can and will be used in the court of law against me." she crossed her arms and leaned back, solidly not going to say jack-shit.

the hosts shared a glance then all snapped their necks to kyoya, giving him either a sharp nod or a glair, perhaps both. the black haired boy with glasses sighed as he pushed up his said glasses with his pen.

"Haruhi. we'll lower your debt by half."

"my girlfriend." she said with no hesitation what-so-ever.

the hosts all shouted in unison, minus kyoya and Mori.

"WHHHAAATTTTT??"

Haruhi just shrugged; looking at kyoya solidly without blinking. he sighed and seemingly drew a line in his book and if crossing something out, writing a different number underneath.

the hosts start bombarding her with questions such as, When did you get a girlfriend?' 'where did you meet?' 'who is she?' and a 'WHO DARES TAKE MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER FROM ME!?" we all know who said that.

just as she was about to answer them all, her phone let out a notification. your notification. She perked up and grabbed her phone quickly and flipped it open, seeing your message.

just as she was about to read it, Tamaki snatched it from her hands. "DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S RUDE TO IGNORE PEOPLE?!" he whinged as he dangled the phone out of her reach, almost teasing her for her height.

"stop it Tamaki sempai! That's her!" Haruhi raised her voice in annoyance, she wanted to see what you wanted.

Mori snatched the phone out of Tamaki's hands and was about to hand it back to the girl who was shouting for once, shocking all in the room, including kyoya for she's always been calm-headed. however, just as he was about to hand it to her, he read the message. pausing for a minute.

"hey daffodilllllll imma find ur club and show up okay? wat room u in??"

he flicked his eyes at Haruhi who was glaring and smirked at her, the nickname daffodil suited her. a very pretty yellow flower.

he typed back a response on her phone, making Haruhi fume as she never thought a guy such as Mori could be so disrespectful but I guess even angles can mock people.

he handed her phone back to her and she snatched it from him, "I'm in the third music room, ask around for directions"

she looked at the phone in worry, damn, if she shows up then you'll try to pay for her debt up front or worse, become a host or something. she bit her nail in worry as she heard knocking on the door.

honey opened the door with his cutesy smile and said to the girl outside, "I'm sorry miss! But the host club is closed now!" the girl chuckled and patted the boy's head.

"Don't worry cutie, I'm not here for the host club."

Haruhi shot out of her seat at that voice, that quick?

"daffodil...." the girl's voice came out eerie as she squeezed past the short 18 year old.

"Honey, let her in, this is the girl that Haruhi likes." mori said plainly as Haruhi's cheeks pinkened a little at the casual tone.

"(y/n) (l/n). seventeen years of age, the owner of her own private extremely wealthy business that is still as flourishing as it's beginning. has school on the weekends and often leaves Japan for business trips. originally from (your country) and known as the self-made genius billionaire." kyoya debriefed everyone in the room about the girl who just entered, only for his face to contort into a smug grin while staring at you dead in the eyes, as if it was a threat.

you looked him up and down nonchalantly and squinted.

"kyoya Ootori. the youngest of the Ootori siblings so seen as practically worthless. you try desperately to prove yourself to your father only for it to be a fruitless attempt as you will always amount to nothing. the youngest Ootori is known to use and objectify everything around him, some refer to him as a narcissist or just a manipulator. even though he's known to keep his guard around his family and his supposed closest friend. Tamaki Suo. oh, you're family is known for owning a police force, working in health and social care-

how's that buttercup?"

you said sassily as kyoya dropped his pen, not before snapping it in anger. you smirked and walked up to our girlfriend, grabbing her hand and twirling her.

kyoya scowled and looked away, you put him in a cramped box there, he wasn't expecting you to do your research on the club members.

honey was a dream to talk to, he kept calling you and 'Haru-Chan' cute while this tall stoic man with black hair you later learned was Mori who messaged you in Haruhi's place.

soon enough, the blonde in the room couldn't keep it contained anymore, he was pissed about how Haruhi was taken, he wanted this wrapped up and sorted out asap.

he stormed over to the two of you, looking at you while grabbing your shoulders aggressively; shaking you backward and forward multiple times, almost trying to be mean.

"HOW DARE YOU DATE MY HARUHI?!" all you did was annoyingly look to the side and roll your eyes, Haruhi just sweat dropped, much like the other host members. this somehow irked Tamaki even more so he turned serious. he wasn't happy about this dating business.

"Are you sure you want to date someone as deceptive as Haruhi?!" this perked your interest, your eyes snapping to meet his, he smirked at this while Haruhi's mood turned sour very quickly, she looked at you and all you did was look at her.

"HE is actually a SHE! how could you date a woman?!"

the entire room went silent at this, your face looking like one of horror while everyone else in the room was shocked, mori was slightly disgusted with Tamaki but Haruhi...oh Haruhi....she was pissed as could be. if you listened closely you could hear her teeth grinding and almost a growl leave her throat.

Tamaki let go of your shoulders, seeing as you were shocked enough, your breath started hitching, making Haruhi concerned as well as Honey and Kaoru. this was really getting to you so it seemed. kyoya however, closed his little death note and crossed his arms, intently watching your lips tremble.

your lips quivered, trying not to turn, your breathing coming out of your nose in puffs. you bit your lip, turning slightly to the side and screwing your eyes shut. your lips gradually pulled into a grin as you tried to suppress it.

you covered your mouth, trying to hide your grin as you started wheezing slightly, masking it for crying but in all reality, you leaned over, trying to not be noticed for laughing. kyoya smiled however and picked his book back up and continued writing in his book.

'(y/n) (l/n). also a very renowned actor. fooled even me.' written in his handwriting.

Haruhi caught on and let out a relieved sigh that you didn't ruin your makeup with your fake crying, and started smiling with you.

you walked towards her in a limp and used her shoulder as a balance, uncovering your mouth, letting your laugh bellow out of your mouth.

you could hear a pin drop in the room if it wasn't for your laughter which echoed around the walls. you wiped a 'tear' from your eye and stood up straight, still slightly giggling. you coughed to fix your voice and quickly kissed Haruhi's lips, it shocked her but she kissed back. you turned to the shocked blonde and glared with menace.

"you think I would care?" you walked slowly towards Tamaki, in a threatening way, he felt scared almost. as though you were about to beat him up, looking around for help at the other host members, they were either looking at him disappointingly or looking away. Haruhi was just giving him a hard, stern glare.

"I've known Haruhi from middle school. we started DATING in middle school. before she got her hair cut. if you were listening to my answers to the questions thrown my way and not interrupted, we could have slipped this. but what you just did was wrong. really. fucking. wrong." you growled out as you got closer. finally backing off from him while he had crocodile tears in his eyes.

Hikaru and Kaoru spoke up for once, "Yeah boss. You just tried to get her to break up with Haruhi. That's something not even we would do." they said in their normal teasing voice.

"I'm not sharing my cake with you anymore..." Honey said quietly, turning away.

In a flash, Tamaki was on his knees; bowing to Haruhi screaming his apologies over and over.

the club ended with you accepting his apology but not talking to him, most host club members were a bit off-put but spoke to him as well. Haruhi still held a grudge but that was perfectly fine.

you grabbed her hand and strode out the door with her in tow.

"where are we going?" asked Haruhi who was perplexed, trying to catch up to you.

"your house? I brought some gifts for your birthday!"

"WHAT? But you already had two piled sent to my door?!" she shouted, annoyed but grateful, trying to not accept any more.

"yeah well, that was when I 'wasn't' around. now I am!"

all you heard was a sigh in response, one of admittance and just going with the flow. you grinned and drove her home.

leaving the host club with a polite bow, them smiling at you as you left.

"I approve! They're so cute!" shouted Honey, Mori just nodded along with him while the twins chimed in, "Us too! She's actually pretty nice!", "weirdly enough we thought Haruhi was gunna date someone equally as weird as her but eh"

kyoya spoke up, "She could massively aid the host club with more funding than any of us could. she could also eradicate us just as easily"

Tamaki froze in shock, his smile almost falling straight off of his face. but it got worse,

"she could have easily paid off Haruhi's debt with the snap of her fingers, it'd be like chucking a penny into the street for her."

Tamaki fell to his knee's, again, it got worse when the twins tuned in once more,

"our guess is that she wanted to see what friends we were to Haruhi, and if she should stay in this school or something" the twins shrugged their shoulders, but knowingly adding fuel to the flame of Tamaki's shame.

as you opened the door of the car for Haruhi to go in first, all you heard across the campus was a girlish voice scream,

"I'M SORRRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" both you and Haruhi looked at each other, and you snickered as she burst into laughter.

you drove back holding hands and just casually watched a film at her place, you could tell she was worried about this because as soon as the stress of the whole ordeal left her body, her head was nodding off to the side and she'd shake herself awake again.

you grabbed her waist and pulled her to you, not even a second after you did, she fell asleep on your shoulder. the movie was still playing as background noise, you stroked her hair and a ghost of a smile appeared on her face.

"you've got a good set of friends love... I'm glad...." you kissed the side of her head and mumbled, "I love you so much..." as you slowly drifted off to sleep yourself.

AND THAT'S A WRAP.

[frostbitemutt]

Hi resending the low honor rdr1 John marston request! There seems like such a big difference between the low and high honor characterization. Ty again!

I agree, Low honor John is.. he's something. Not something good for sure. Sorry if this is discombobulated i had a lot of thoughts, so many in fact i might just make a dif set of hcs for em.💀😭

Yandere! Low honor! John Marston (RDR1)

Warnings: Yandere trope, gender neutral darling, sexual harassment, attempted sexual assault, cat calling, stalking, breaking and entering, murder, violence, sadism, threats, mature themes

Main traits: |sadistic/perverted/violent/possessive|

✘ Deplorable. Disgusting thing of man you have to put up with. A simple no ain't gonna stop him either. You could stab him and he'd still keep going and spitting out filth at ya. Don't be shocked if he enjoys it too.

✘ If you read my jack headcanons, John ain't too much different, I mean the boy's gotta get it from somewhere. It's him. To your displeasure.

✘ He doesn't need any big reason for the obsession to start, he's a sleaze, if your looks happened to get him hot and bothered, he's pestering. Typically people tell him to fuck off and he moves to the next innocent person going about their day to verbally harras.

✘ Yet you bite verbally and he thrives off it. It's like you infected him with rabies, except those rabies are a crude selfish obsession. It's got him foaming at the mouth. It don't matter if you're man or women neither both or in-between. He's commenting on whatever is in his view.

✘ His sexual comments are typically geared to whatever bodily features you have. Especially considering the time period. His approach may be more subtle if you're the same gender presentation as him, after all, homosexuality in the 1910s? Yeah.. at the same times he's an outlaw. So I could see him not giving a shit as well and being just as openly vulgar.

✘ It dosen't just extend to words.. he'll try to corner you. Cage you against walls, fences, counters. Laughing with sick pleasure when someone tells him off or you kick him in the crotch. If anything he might like you hitting him. Freak.

✘ All you screams and cries are music to him. He'll gleefully present himself to you smeared in blood. He'll hold a knife to your throat and a gun to your head. Making gruesome threats be won't follow through with.. but its nice feeling you squirm. He'll drag his knife along your skin and lick any nicks made. Maybe he'll even make some marks to show you're his.

✘ Only he can be vile to you though. Another person prying open your window? Pistol whipped over the head. Guy gave you a compliment? Followed behind on his horse and shot dead in the back of the head. Partner? Filled with bullet holes and laid at your feet. John happily taunting you.

✘ If you bring up he's a married man.. he dosent deny it. Nor at all. You should feel lucky he has his eyes on you instead of the wife he's had a child with. Of course you have more respect for yourself than that.

✘ He blames you for his actions. If you didn't look the way you did he wouldn't be feeling these things. You wouldn't be tempting him to be unfaithful. You know what you're doing. You tease.

✘ He starts stalking you about from a distance, like a wolf stalking a rabbit, blending in through the crowd, sitting on shop stairs, riding at a distance. You spot him? He just gives a sick grin and little whistle. Getting a kick out of seeing you jolt and speed walk off.

✘ It won't stop at the town. He'll find out where you live. Ramsacking it when you're gone. Or hell you just have to be asleep. He's stealing anything that's been if your mouth, stealing your clothes cough cough underwear, even cutting off a piece of hair with his knife as a keepsake. Don't ask what he's gonna do with these things. You don't wanna know. Trust me.

✘ It'll all come to ahead when he decides to strike. He's tried of just chasing and getting a small taste. He wants to devour you whole like the greedy beast he is. He'll break into your home, barge into your room, startling you awake. Enjoying whatever chase and fight ensues. It'll all end with you hogtied and dragged off to his horse.

[earlofbats]

Okay so because this post about Harry being a bottom I'm going to give a genuine dissertation on the thematic relevance of sub Harry and maybe a little bit about dom Kim.

First I wanna establish the "Harry is definitely a subby little bottom boy" and is also definitely Bi and probably has some sorta fucking complex about it.

Evidence A. Contact Mike, Guillaume Le Million, Measurehead (when fascist).

Harry tends to idolize and gravitate towards extremely masculine figures.

This is probably due to a reflexive need to feel masculine and have masculine role models in the face of elements of identity that are seen as unmasculine by society and have become exacerbated by the breakup which had to be pretty emasculating for Harry.

Also :

Imma start a Harry's Kink counter here +1 light bondage.

+1 auto-erotic asphyxiation.

Uhm +1 uhh,Spanking? Additional +1 for being what I think is most possibly the horniest thought you have in the game also:

+1 Kim is a Dom.

I think Harry has kept his attraction to men or his desires about men fairly low key for his entire life. The way he conceptualizes Homosexuality in general as an "underground" society filled with whispering rooms and forbidden secrets is likely more of a reflection of how Harry views his own sexuality than how Queer culture is manifest in Revachol. (In reference to the way both Kim and The Smoker kinda laugh Harry about it)

The organizational element of the idea being likely reflective of the way internalization is akin to paranoia.

Harry is also extremely intimacy starved and I think part of that is due to an unmet need for affection and the desire to be taken care of. That masculinity and status as both a survivor and an oppressor was sorta thrust onto Harry, he was born the last year of the war on a hospital floor, given a name associated with war time and survival, grew up probably in a little street urchin gang, got into *Disco* (man I'm sure Harry brushed elbows with the underground then.) Was a gym teacher a good balance between masculinity and caretaker and guardian something that harry clearly excels at and enjoys. Then Dora encouraged him to be a cop for unknown reasons perhaps prestige, money, because Harry has a bleeding heart.

Engage Heterosexual Cop hell for 12 years then an additional 6 single Cop hell years.

And now you're like :

Another element is Harry's tendency to worship and diefy his partners which like man that's gotta be the subbiest fucking thing you can do. I honestly can't articulate all of the reasons why that's just extreme bottom behavior.

Harry is an empathic jelly creature who is forced to handle a job with dead people in it all day and has created this reflexive hyper masculine obsession to compensate for his perceived inadequacy in not living up to the patriarchal capitalist ideal of what's supposed to be his birthright as a well off, able bodied, 'straight', occidental, man.

Except the actual issue is that Harry is mostly perceived or perceiving himself as that, when in reality he's in clear conflict with his actual identity as a Poor, mentally Ill, bisexual, occidental, man.

And it's those last two that end up kind of making this smoke screen to Harrys deficiency in privilege. He can mask or hide behind being an Occidental Man.

Can buddy buddy with patriarchy and take up the idea of a Big Strong Manly Cop.

Something that Kim also seems to be doing by seeking out positions of authority he can compensate for the disrespect he gets as a Poor, blind, gay, seolite, man.

Last of which probably won't get him far because of how "juvenile" his body type is.

Kim can't really coast on patriarchy much the way Harry can. He has to work twice as hard cuz there's not a lot he can hide behind.

Pursuit for control in the face of denial

Vs

Shielding ones self behind control as a means of denial.

Dom/Sub dichotomy.

[yourstrulyray]

hi do you want to talk abt isaac.

basically i'm writing a cbs ghosts fic with a focus on some original characters but with a lot of nisaac and plenty of the entire cast in general

it'll have a lot of isaac's pov as well, with his thoughts about two people who can be openly queer in the modern era

but. since ive only watched like,, probably less than half of the show. i thought talking to someone else abt it could help me characterise everyone?? i also just want to talk abt it bc it's kind of a fixation right now haha

no pressure though!! hope you have a nice day

AAAAA yes please i would love to talk about my son hehdhd

let me list out some timelines pre-death first :3

isaac's marriage to beatrice: before or during 1773 the american revolutionary war: 1775-1783 nigel's death: 1776 isaac's death: 1777

so since the start of season 1, despite isaac's efforts we could all still see the fact he does not find women attractive (he literally called his wife, beatrice a handsome woman) so we're thinking bad comphet for our guy here.

(this only applies pre-nisaac) there are five male ghosts of the main cast, so when they all collectively agree that one girl is attractive (maybe not pete), isaac naturally plays along with it, but. plays along badly. everyone could tell that he did not find that girl attractive

as during nisaac, he is still obviously hesitant to be open because he had never been in a relationship with another man. a homosexual relationship. but not only is he hesitant, he is scared.

why is he scared? take a guess of what punishment you'd get for being gay in the 1770s (especially 1776).

the death penalty.

and we all know our guy isaac likes to talk about himself, he was so heavily disappointed to see that all he was in history was a footnote, and how he was jealous that his rival, hamilton, got a whole MUSICAL made about him (isaac loves musical theatre so thats twice the angy) so it's reasonable for him to be scared of death.

but hes already dead, why still be scared?

i actually dont know why but it's probably muscle memory for isaac to pretend. maybe he only found out that queerness was legalized/modernized through sam, not even through the recently dead ones. gotta hand it to him though i cant keep up a facade for more than a century XD

anyway, him being hesitant isn't the only problem, it's also the way he handles his relationship with nigel. his only other serious relationship was with a woman he wasn't even romantically interested in, so he has no healthy base to rely his current relationship with. also, his god-forsaken terrible communication skills, bros been pretending so much that even his personal feelings should be hidden 😭🙏 who hurt u man?

honestly his poo communication skills can still be linked back to his marriage with beatrice. maybe he had no problem with her, therefore no feelings were required to be shared, and he didn't have the need to communicate. but with nigel is a whole different situation.

oh yeah speaking of nigel, like isaac he doesn't have a healthy basis for a relationship. in this case, he previously was in a homosexual relationship, but it was only a sexual (?) one (with jenkins, but idk about the sexual part so jenkins fans back me up 🙏🙏).

we do see in the series that isaac is taking baby steps in the relationship, as opposed to nigel who rushes the starting-to-adjust stage, because this isn't his first gay relationship (whos gonna tell him) which then results to isaac having certain feelings about it, which then results to isaac not communicating as to pretend he can manage their relationship.

one thing about isaac's "certain feelings", it's usually about little things not even serious stuff. he had gone on many respites (temporary break up) with nigel because of their political beliefs (TGE WAR FUCKING ENDED GET OVER IT), hobbies, and personal likes. instead of adjusting to each other, they still choose to follow what they want instead of each other's wishes.

so, TLDR; nigel and isaac, despite having been in previous relationships, are doodoo at expressing themselves and adjusting to one another. (boo)

if you'd like the characterization of the other ghosts/sam and jay, my askbox is open at all times!! :3

[conanssummerchild]

im bored as shit so im going to asign a community person/ship to every conan gray song bcs i really just use this site as a stream of my conciousness, if anyone has a better one for any of them feel free to tell me, also fair warning abed is my fav character, i'll try not to make everything abt him and troy but no promises

grow: the whole final episode really but im thinking mostly jeff tbh or also abed leaving for LA, or even maybe troy leaving on his voyage ☹️

idle town: the 'town' being greendale i feel like this applies to jeff also 😭 like its abt all of them but its jeffs pov

generation why: im thinking my girl britta hehe idk how to explain it but the vibes are so there

crush culture: im thinking annie, but also maybe jeff, aro king 👑

greek god: im thinking maybe abed in high school? i would say annie but she seemed to care more about fitting in while abed had accepted he couldnt, also hes like insightful and observant yk

lookalike: oh my god, brittas pov and its about jeff and slater oof

the other side: troy and abed, specifically in geothermal escapism 😭</3 im killing myself why would i do this

the king: okay fuck this is so trobed coded, abeds pov

comfort crowd: the whole study group tbh <33 in more specifics i was thinking jeff + the study group and honestly abed and annie

wish you were sober: i mean this one has to be either jeff and britta or britta and troy, though troy and britta could be taken either as britta wanting to go party and smoke weed or wtv and troy not rlly doing that stuff or britta feeling rejected bcs of troy giving all his attention to abed 😭 (like as in wish u were sober being wish u werent a raging homosexual)

maniac: probably i'd have to say jeffbritta from either pov

(online love): i... dont know tbh. the vibes are giving annie and troy for some reason, maybe once troys already left?

checkmate: the fond eyeroll i had to give, jeff and britta again. maybe annie being pissed at jeff over their kiss but i dont ship them romantically

the cut that always bleeds: idk, maybe jeff and annies weird ass relationship that keeps fucking happening is the closest, from annies pov

fight or flight: idk tbh, maybe trobed and britta if i had to go with smth, this one is mostly EXTREMELY byler coded (from stranger things) and im never fucking letting that go

affluenza: ok i mean ive gotta give this one to jeff dont i

(can we be friends?): troy abed and annie <3 im so soft for them

heather: ok fuck i HAVE to say trobed and britta and its abeds pov and if we're being specific them in virtual systems analysis becuase i'll never get over this episode ("ive run the simulations, i dont get married :/") bcs i fucking love abed being jealous of britta while she was with troy in the cool way but also in the sad if troy cant love me no one will way

little league: this is troy and abed when troy leaves :(((( and this is canon bcs my beloved wife and i are so troy and abed coded and she loves little league sooo

the story: ok so the boy and the girl are hmm annie and abed, the boy and the boy are troy and abed duh doy, him and his friend are maybe idk britta and troy, i dont wanna say jeff or abed bcs their dad/mum abandoned them and that bit's abt wanting to get away from ur parents yk

fake: (😭) maybe jeff (alan's pov 😔😔💔💔) nah but fr i see people joking abt his song but its lowkey fire

overdrive: WHY DO THEY ALL MAKE ME THINK OF JEFF AND BRITTA

telepath: jeff 😔 and 😔 britta 😔

movies: ok i literally cant say anyone other than abed, the king of movies. im not really feeling troy tho, maybe rachel, like maybe when abed kept trying to super speed run their relationship and he was anxious abt not passing the relationship tests

people watching: the MOST annie coded song ever holy fuck she is so people watching coded i love her so much

disaster: abed. or britta. my abandonment/commitment issues babies <33

best friend: TROBED. THE ONLY BEST FRIENDS EVER

astronomy: would it be absolutely too painful if i said troy and abed. honestly i actually think im feeling more jeff and abed but not like at eachother just both of them together in their sadness, from their pov to someone else (britta and troy probably seeing as these r their main romantic interests)

yours: AHH THIS SONG DEAR GOD </3 can i say abed jesus fuck im killing myself this one for abed hurts so much, not really directed at anyone in specific, or more like just directed at everyone, just his abandonment issues :( ("i dont always see it coming" PUT ME DOWN)

jigsaw: oo britta, my queen she just wants to be loved so bad </3 but also a bit abed ("if being less insane would make you stay" oof)

family line: okay. jeff.he actually invented having daddy issues

summer child: ok its abed bcs i kin him idc, im conans summer child™ and i said so /lh

footnote: not quite sure, very annie coded imo. maybe trobed? either pov ig but im feeling troy

memories: hm, trobed after troy leaves? abed trying to get over him but he keeps imagining troys still there with him like as in one of the hallucinations he has bcs i read a fic like this yesterday and it was sooooo good, idk maybe this is a little far fetched

the exit: im not rlly sure actually, either jeffbritta after the whole i love you in front of anyone fiasco or trobed when troys dating britta 🤷‍♂️

never ending song: ok, jeffbritta.

winner: THE MOST SONG EVER. ok this one is abed. it will always be abed. family line i feel like is more about a hostile home enviroment and jeff implies that his was, while winner is more pain of neglect or disconnect so i feel like its more appliable to abed because of how hes shown to not be understood by his parents and feels responsible for his mother leaving and this makes me think of the line "you dont really wanna hear the truth, do you?" because like his mum loving him on paper but not actually loving who he is or be willing to accept hes different and has different needs FUCK abeds mother all my homies hate abeds mother (what im not projecting at all my parents definitely love me and accept that im autistic /s)

killing me: im not quite sure actually. conan did write this song about someone who gave him tonsilitis and abed cannonically had tonsilitis though so 🤯

lonely dancers: hmm i feel like this song is upbeat enough to be trobed being silly tgth but maybe its more jeffbritta coded, or jeff and abed abt britta and troy, or vice versa, not sure

sorry i never mentioned shirley i do love her

feel free to take any of these as platonic or romantic idrk, a lot of them i couldve meant either way anyway

if u even made it this far u can have a gold star ⭐️ there u go

[beanghostprincess]

I feel so stupid but I do want cross guild to have some kind of genuine bond

NO, NO. I SPEAK YOUR TRUTH, ANON, ME TOO!!!!!!!! I've talked about this before. I talk about this a lot. I- I love talking about this, actually. I think it could happen. I think it should happen. In canon, and in my weird homosexual romantic fantasies of these three. You're not stupid, you're a genius. Big, big brain.

Gotta be brief about it because I have to go to work, even if some of you think I'm in here 24/7. I am not. Sadly. I wish I could:

I love the Cross Guild dynamic. It's SO good. Buggy's backstory revolves around being jealous of Shanks and the way other people talked about him and his potential and put all of Roger's legacy on his shoulders and ignored Buggy. In fact, Buggy has always been treated like shit. Like a clown, in a bad way. Like "oh, yes, Shanks' friend" and not just Buggy. Whatever. The thing is- Wouldn't it be great for his character (especially after chapter 1082) (I swear to God why do I have to mention that chapter every day. I have a thing with it it's pathological I can't stop thinking about it) to actually be respected/cared for for these two big people in the pirate world? Like the story starts with Croc and Mihawk hating Buggy's guts and only using him for their own plans, but after Buggy shows determination and hope and tells them he actually has dreams? Mihawk is bored with his life and Crocodile hasn't let himself actually follow his dreams since Arabasta. I think they're actually going to end up liking the clown at some point, even if it's just a little bit of respect. And it's not even unrealistic to think about, really. They just complement each other perfectly (Oda really put the three characters people expected to be together less in the same trio and somehow made it work. Excellent writing).

And if we talk about the ship, I just think they should kiss and be protective of their clown. I need it. My soul needs it.

[holyblanchett]

I have mixed feelings about Aubrey Plaza but that’s a discussion I am keeping off your account for both of our sanities sake :) agreed tho, if Lady Death ever returns, i dont think it’ll be Aubrey, unless we do get aaa s2 somehow.

I also agree with you that the casting of Aubrey and Kathryn and the fact they just both did really damn good with their characters and dynamic is the main reason people are so okay with letting Disney get away with lacklustre representation. Hell, they still somehow get flowers for it as if the homosexual tension all season to lead to a single kiss (if at all) to lead to one of them dying storyline isn’t a tale as old as time. It’s not that revolutionary and it plays into doomed Yuri and bury your gays and its just straight up not enough anymore in this day and age. Especially in this day and age. But i said I wouldn’t get political here.

Overall im super happy Wandavision and now AAA have made me notice and get into Kathryn Hahn, she is such a joy and i do love an unproblematic fave to get into, I am but a simple faggot after all.

But, and this is also about fandom culture overall, I do see a surprising lack of productive discussion on AAAs problems. People were really mad and then everyone just shut up and was fine because the showrunner said something about cottagecore on a podcast(or article i am not looking that up rn lol).

When we could very well be like No Jac, they didn’t actually live in a cottage because you didn’t write that in your script when you might as well could have. Own up to that Queen. It’s not 2015 anymore, if your queer rep sucks then you gotta take accountability. We deserve better. Always have.

I dunno, I dont like queers as a money maker in media, even tho its actually such an interesting topic too, i could go on forever (clearly). Look guys were so woke! Kind of! A little bit! Don’t look too close and by god, be grateful!

Long Story Short, the more Schaefer tries to sell us this lesbian wives love story epos the less I buy it. Still hoping for season 2 but not optimistic thats actually gonna happen.

Remember kids, Big Corp just wants your money, they dont care about your feeling at the end of the day. Do with that what you will.

- 🐇

Thank you for sparing us both the future discourse her fans are insane lmao. At the time, it honestly felt like I was the only one upset after the episode aired. If you followed me during that time -- I apologize, I think my crash out lasted like three days 😭 I still refuse to rewatch the show because of the way Jac/Marvel treated their relationship. It is by far one of the worst things I've seen in a long time. And before people come for me, yeah you can cry in my comments about censoring all you want. Jac literally said the reason there wasn't more Agathario was because she didn't think people would actually care. So if you're easily triggered, I would suggest you skip this post cus I'm not arguing with yall in the comments today.

Now back to your point. The bury your gays trope, particularly involving wlw ships plays into decades of exploitation of the queer community. Also let's be real, it's such a cliché and for someone that had queer writers (allegedly) on the show idkw no one told her how detrimental and insulting it is. I honestly wouldn't have been as upset if Agatha had died any other way. But killing her while she's essentially vulnerable and in the arms of the woman she has so much unresolved conflict/feelings with is just nasty work. Jac knew Agatha was supposed to die from the beginning. Which means she could have written it any other way. Hell, the final battle should have been against the Salem Seven and I stand by this.

There's going to come a time when playing both sides isn't going to work. I can only hope that in the future Marvel gets with the times and puts more care into their queer ships. It's what we deserve and we shouldn't settle for anything less.

[autumn-foxfire]

Time for Movie 8!! And for one of the gayest moments in DCMK history (unsurprisingly, it's because of Shinichi and Kaito).

Sneak thief is one of my favourite nicknames Shinichi has given Kaito and I love when it's used as a term of endearment in fanfiction.

All DCMK movies should be KID movies. Or Ai movies that KID gets to appear in.

Shinichi: I'll never stop chasing KID

Me: GAY, GAY, HOMOSEXUAL, GAY.

Shinichi, don't get annoyed, you usually are great for trivial facts not many would know.

Kogoro: KID must have counted the letters wrong!

Shinichi: My husband would never do that.

And of course Kaito is watching his shrunken husband enjoy his riddle with a dove.

If Sonoko can call Ran Shinichi's wife and Shinichi her husband, I can call Kaito and Shinichi husbands :p And I will do, because these two are fated together.

I actually don't mind kids being interested in make up, it can inspire creativity, the bad thing about make up is the social expectations of it.

Damn, Kogoro, Ginzo, just kiss.

No, he's not disguised as any of them. He's disguised as somone very familiar to you, Shinichi. Because he's a little shit.

Kaito disguising as Shinichi is so risky of him though, because he's telling the world he looks like Shinichi.

SHINICHI IS NOT RAN'S BOYFRIEND. OR HUSBAND. He is Kaito's :p

Haibara not resisting the urge to tease Shinichi though, go queen.

How you know it's Kaito immediately. Shinichi would never actually compliment Ran because he treats her horribly.

And Kaito immediately makes Shinichi look like a dork.

How gross, even Ran has a feeling it's not Shinichi because the ass never actually compliments her. And this is supposed to be romantic. Throw their whole relationship into the bin, please, and start from scratch.

Kaito is such a little shit, waving to Shinichi before he leaves.

Shinichi: I've gotta go, cover for me.

Haibara, knowing they're about to go flirt on the roof together: ...have fun.

My god, how gay are these two T-T Kaito was waiting on the roof for Shinichi to arrive, he could have escaped by now but where is the fun in that.

...and they still can't resist the sexism of calling Ran his "woman" who is waiting on him with supper because that's all Ran is good for <.< I am going to strangle someone.

THE LIP LICK. Iconic.

The first time Shinichi falls and Kaito immediately goes to catch him.

Damn, what was Shinichi's plan T-T I can't believe he was going to knock Kaito out midair, the maniac.

Though it's because he matches Kaito's freak that he loves him :p

I love how Kaito lets Shinichi get close to him before he activates his wire to pull him back to the handglider. Always gotta tease his dear shrunken husband.

I love Sonoko. I love how she interacts with the kids. I don't like how her outfit looks though. The colours do not go together, love.

Shinichi senses his husband, awww <3

Honestly, it's so immature of Ran to constantly pull these tricks on her parents. I know it's because Gosho loves the "they're still in love with one another and Ran knows" but it's the second worst pairing in this series (Shinichi and Ran get first place by being so awful and so obnoxious as a pairing that we have to stomach every episode give or take) and no women deserves to be paired with Kogoro, the digusting man that he is to women.

Yay! More sexism. Gosho, girls don't give a fuck about the face they make when they pop their ears, unless they're one of those "to be a true lady" tiktok accounts.

Time for the pilot and co-pilot to be poisoned!

Oh and Juri too.

The best face Kogoro has ever made. It shall be in my nightmares <3

The face of a man whose life flashed before his eyes. Sadly a near-death experience will not let this man change his ways.

LMAO, SHINICHI USING THE WRONG VOICE.

Although Eri isn't stupid, she would know immediately that she never solved a case and would investigate the reason.

This murder was solved quite quickly considering... I guess it's due to the main drama being the plane going down.

How did Shinichi see them kiss her hand? He stayed in his seat. Oh, I guess he figured from how Kaito kissed her hand that she might have done the same to the pilots. That makes more sense.

And Kaito and Shinichi save the day.

I wonder if planes would have a back-up pilot for these very, very tiny chances of the pilot and co-pilot both falling sick.

LMAO I love how no one questions Kaito picking Shinichi to play his co-pilot. Well, Kogoro does but no one is listening.

Kaito looks very pretty here. He's always pretty though so it's not hard for him to do so.

"After this giant metle bird has returned to its nest," Shinichi, you need to join a drama club. You and Kaito could be the main attraction.

I love how the captain immediately gets worried hearing Shinichi's voice.

And Hawaii makes it's appearance.

And Shinichi's terrible luck strikes, not once, but twice.

Children: That was great.

Their parents: Oh shit.

And the tension rises. As they lose not only an engine but also all their fuel.

Kaito, most definitely: For fucks sake, Shinichi's luck is so terrible.

Interesting, even in a dire situation Shinichi called Ran, nee-chan and not Ran like he usually does. It's because his husband is around (ignore my delusions).

SONOKO T-T I love Sonoko.

Megure, Takagi and Shiratori just around to be the three stooges.

Kaito, knowing what to do, and leaving his husband alone to land the plane (so he can help him safely land it by providing him a lit up landing strip).

That grin when he lets go XD

Sonoko and Ran being the bravest girls on this whole plane, I love them so much.

TELL HIM OFF RAN.

Ran, if you don't want to be left alone, chase him. My god, Gosho will have Shinichi say that he will always chase KID and yet Ran will never chase Shinichi despite "liking him", she will only wait, and Shinichi will never let her chase him and will forever make her wait despite never knowing he will actually come back.

SONOKO! MY GOD SHE'S SUCH A QUEEN.

AGASA PROTECTING THE KIDS T-T HIS GRANDCHILDREN.

Ran and Sonoko (and Shinichi and KID) should go down in history for this. Sully did, they should too.

Imagine it, Sonoko and Ran introduce themselves and people are like "HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE THE GIRLS WHO LANDED A PLANE!"

...How does Kaito treat Ran better than Shinichi does, even though he was being a pervert.

How interesting, Ran immediately feels relief Shinichi didn't hear her say she likes him (or so she believes). Totally normal behaviour from someone who insists she does like that person.

[knightobreath]

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FAQ

Why are you so obsessed with Showvember? I have brainworms.

What programs do you use? Primarily Clip Studio Paint for basic art (old stuff is usually ibispaintx) and OpenToonz for animation! (old stuff is flipaclip)

What's going on with this blog? Stuff happens, man.

Are you associated with oscconfessions/oscc? Huh?? No!! I know nothing about that wretched blog! Who the hell do you think I am?! (I'm mod 🫒! I made it!)

What is olipad? I'm a homosexual

How are you doing after the ii finale? AUUUUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH !!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!! Great movie! 👍

Why olive? I. REALLY. like olives.

What's up with your objectsona? Really all you gotta know for the Olive lore is that he's gay (@drawingtablet) and when he dies he goes to hell (@/oscconfessions). the lore is inconsistent (he's a cameraman on ii s2. i rarely depict this. he dies during the time freeze. i often ignore this. i also ignore ii canon so that i can draw him being gay with his bfs after the events of the finale. the olipad divorce arc and drawingtablet comics exist. none of this will be relevant to the oscc show lore)

[eternalstarlights]

Name / Alias: Amy Are you over 18? : Yes / No

  – W R I T I N G –

Are you selective about who you write with? : No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only).

Are you selective about who you follow? : No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people).

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon? : Not at all / A little /Some / Mostly/ Strictly / Not Applicable.

(I mostly adhere to canon but since Saint Seiya is an unknown series, most of my threads are different verses that has nothing to do with Saint Seiya)

What post lengths do you write? : One-Liners /Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella/ All of the aforementioned

Do you use icons and/or GIFS? : No/ Gifs / Icons / Yes / Sometimes.

Do you write on other platforms? : No/ Yes

What level of plots do you write? : Unplotted / Open-Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics / All of the aforementioned

(I usually prefer plotted but I understand if my partner doesn't want to do plot)

How quickly do you usually respond to threads? : Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks) / Average (1-2 weeks) / Fast (less than one week) / Very Fast (less than three days)

(It honestly depends on how busy I am but I am usually busy)

What types of themes do you like? : Adventure / Romance / Fluff / Angst / Violence / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / All of the aforementioned

What genres do you like? : ( Feel free to add! ) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Smut / Adventure / Espionage / Dark / Emotional / All of the aforementioned

Are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog? : (Not triggers) No / Yes / Sometimes

Do you have any triggers? No How do you request it tagged? N/A

  – S H I P P I N G –

What types of relationships are you open to? : Romantic / Platonic / Enemies / Rivals / Familial / All of the aforementioned

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to? : Romantic / Platonic / Enemies/ Rivals / Familial / All of the aforementioned

Do you have OTPs? : No / Chemistry Only / Yes 

Do you have NOTPS? : No / Yes 

What is your muse’s sexual orientation? : Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Pansexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Still trying to figure it out / Depends on the muse/verse you’re asking

What is your muse’s romantic orientation? : Heteroromantic/ Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Still trying to figure it out / Depends on the muse/verse you’re asking

Are you comfortable writing smut? : No / Selectively / Yes /

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically? : Autoship / During plotting / After a couple IC interactions / Several IC interactions / Slow burn / Plot dependent / Never

(It depends on a lot of factors but so far nobody ship with me so idk lol.)

Are you open to toxic ships? : No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure we have gotta talk about it first. (Only for Phantasos)

Are you open to problematic ships? : No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure  (It depends on many factors. And this is only for Phantasos)

Are you open to polyamory shipping? : No / Selectively (It depends on the chemistry, other muse and verse/plot. Also, this is only for Phantasos) / Yes / I am not sure 

Are you an exclusive shipper? : Never / Sometimes / Yes 

Does crack shipping ever happen? : Nope / Yes / depends

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Tagging: @featherchan, @santuxrio, @frost-eyed-autumn, @demon-blood-youths, @a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses, @theircurse (excluding all the shipping part), @thehealerhairpin, @praeteritus-memories, and anyone else who wants to do this.

[fix-it-darlin]

So I wrote a thing for Jo (the Redacted OC I introduced a little while ago) and I really like how it turned out.

I did also make the tape.

Walked Home By A Gruff Dock Worker [F4A] [1940s Setting] [Meet Cute] - Jo

[cat meows]

[tin rattles]

[night ambience]

[footsteps]

You know, most cats won’t let you catch them unless they want you to.

[fabric rustles]

Whoah, slow down there, Sugar. I ain’t trying to hurt you none. I’m just saying that whatever kitten you’re trying to lure out with those scraps probably isn’t too interested in it if they haven’t come out by now.

…

Which isn’t to say that you can’t catch them. Hell, you could come back every night and you’ll eventually get them, but that’s if you’re being stupid, Sugar. A smartly dressed fella like you shouldn’t be out after dark chasing strays, especially not on this side of town. What the hell are you doing on Southshore?

…

[laughs]

Research? You really mean that?

…

Alright, let’s say I believe you, Sugar. Let’s say that you dragged your pretty little ass down to Southshore for just that research. Get yourself lost in all the complicated numbers and class dynamics, inform the higher ups about all the strays, communists, and homosexual degenerates you can find. Yeah, I find that real plausible. Your story could hold up that way if it were broad daylight and you were wearing a shabbier coat.

…

Yes, I can see that you made an effort with the shoes, but no reporter comes to Southshore all starry-eyed and unprepared unless they’re looking to get robbed or are just plain stupid.

…

Now, I know that you ain’t stupid because you thought of the shoes, but if someone smart as you ended up in the dangerous part of town trying to pick up strays and covering with supposed research – which no fool would think to use– I think that you’re trying to get after a bit of adventure in your life, Sugar.

…

Yeah, adventure! I might be just some grunt from the docks, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have a good head on my shoulders. Now let me guess, you’re some kind of pencil pusher, secretary, maybe even accounting if the ink on your hands is anything to go by, and the quality of those specs, mm! You’d been sitting in that office of yours, solidly set in a job that can get you whatever you want so long as you can keep your mouth shut, and you’re bored out of your mind because your money can’t buy you an adventure in this economy. You look out that window and see some delivery chap in his tatters mouthing off to a store owner the timing of things and you watch him going riding off to his next destination. You think to yourself, ‘Well that must be exciting. What I wouldn’t give to live a day like his!’ You put on your shoes from the deep depression after work and take the yellow cab to the bad side of town and figure yourself an adventurer.

…

Not an accountant, but a writer for a newspaper serial. What else do you do then?

…

Oh, I get it. A fella’s got to have their secrets then.

…

No, no, I understand perfectly well.

[fabric rustles]

You’ve gotta enjoy a good mystery. My pa loved those too, would read them all the time in the serials. His favorites were always the… the Sherlock Holmes ones, through he did say he liked the Poirot ones a bit too.

…

You write the more romantic type? Well, I’ll be. Looking for romance in the gutter. You really are committed to your craft, huh, Sugar?

[laughs]

Makes sense. You got a name to go with all those credentials?

…

Well, I’d like to read the work of the esteemed young writer who deigned to grace Southshore with their presence.

…

Flirting? Sugar, if I were flirting, I would have greeted you with something more respectable than criticizing you for trying to catch a cat. I don’t play games with the people I fancy.

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Now, if I really wanted to charm you, I would have helped you to your feet. 

[Jo grunts as she helps Sugar stand]

Set you steady with a hand on your waist like so…

[fabric rustles]

And then moved away respectable-like, and greeted you with a ‘Hi sugar, are you rationed?’ Just to make sure that I ain’t overstepping any bounds.

…

Well, if you said no, then I might have complimented you on the shape of your lips or that cute little furrow you had in your brow as you called out to that stray, but you’re obviously a smart kind of fella, and well-off to boot. I ain’t got an interest in ‘seducing’ and dragging you into a rough kind of world if you don’t want it. People like you don’t mix with gals like me, Sugar. Not unless they really want it.

…

My name? Well, everyone at the docks calls me Fitzpatrick, but I don’t think that quite satisfies your curiosity. I saw the way you was looking at me. Don’t think I didn’t catch that little frown! You, I suppose I’ll make an exception, you can call me Jo. 

…

[something crashes off in the distance]

[Jo’s tone darkens]

I ain’t treating you no different, Sugar. Now, I think you should be getting home soon. Most people around here aren’t as friendly as I am, and that cat won’t be reappearing any time soon. I’ll walk you home.

…

Why? I don’t know, maybe it’s ‘cause I don’t trust you not to get yourself killed out here without some kind of protection. You’re cute, Sugar, and people tend to think someone cute as you is gullible and get real angry when you tell them no. Trust me, you don’t want to be running into Hank and his crew. Sure, they’ll tell you all sorts of nice things, whistle, and make eyes, but that don’t mean all that sweetness ain’t poisoned. That’s how they get all the mice ‘round these parts.

…

C’mon, it’s well after curfew.

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I’m not kidding around, Sugar. Get a move on. Or am I going to have to drag you out of here myself?

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If you wanted me to be nice about this, you wouldn’t have argued with me in the first place. It’s not safe to be out here.

[footsteps]

No, I’m not scared. I’m worried. There’s a difference, Sugar.

…

Hank don’t scare me. It’s what he does.

…

[grits teeth]

I ain’t supposed to say nothing about what happened between me an’ him. 

…

Let’s just say he took something of mine, and I made him pay me back. This ain’t me being sweet or protective. It’s being a decent person.

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Don’t turn that way!

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Yes, I’m aware. We are rather close. Just let ‘em pass by and shut up, alright?

[chatter and footsteps]

[tin rattles along the road]

[footsteps]

…

[whispered]

I don’t know. He doesn’t usually come this way unless– Christ I forgot! Basil said he was going to try and negotiate with the crumb tonight.

…

Sh, sh, you’re gonna be fine, sugar. Just keep a lid on it.

…

Okay, they’ve moved on.

[fabric rustles]

[footsteps]

[wind]

…

Basil’s one of my mates from the docks. He’s the one who’ll talk his way out of any situation. ‘Course it helps that he’s got the crutch to keep people’s guards down.

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Lifting? No, he’s running numbers and organizing as best he can. Drives the higher ups batty with how he keeps them accountable on the paychecks, but he also streamlines inventory taking. Army wouldn’t take him and–

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What do you mean my eye?

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Sugar, that is gruesome and entirely personal.

…

Now, we’re out of the worst parts of it, and I’m only just realizing that I didn’t ask you which street you’re from.

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Don’t give me that look. I’m a dock grunt, and I might be a bit smart, but I ain’t all knowing.

…

Fine, I nabbed your keys to try and figure out where your apartment might be, very nice set by the way, when I was helping you stand. You should really keep them somewhere more secure. Scrap of fabric sewn into the inside of your coat with a slit for a button, keep it close to your heart, and no one’s ever going to get their hands on them.

…

Look, the only reason I’m telling you that is because I get the feeling that I might see you come down this way again and chasing after another stray no less. You’ve just got to make sure to do it during the day and go about things in a smart manner.

…

[footsteps]

[wind]

[unintelligible distant shouting]

…

I’ve got brothers and sisters. I know that I can’t stop someone once they’ve gone and gotten themself bit by the curiosity bug. Nessa’s given me heart palpitations with the creatures she’s brought into the home, and James is no better with his projects that he claims are ‘for school’.

…

Delightful is not the word I’d use to describe ‘em, but yeah, I love them.

…

This is your street, right? Your apartment very far down it? 

…

Then this is where I say goodbye, and you get home safely.

…

You want me to walk you the rest of the way, Sugar? You changed your mind awfully fast for someone who was this close to giving me a false address and was rightfully suspicious of me – one of the few sensible things you’ve said all night. 

…

[laughs]

Careful now, wouldn’t want you twisting an ankle trying to land a blow on me.

…

I think I’ve made up my mind now.

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Yes, I’ve made up my mind, and there’s no changing it, but first, I’ve got to ask you, Sugar…

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Are you rationed?

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I’m not joking you!

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Pity, seems like you’d make whoever you went steady with one happy fella.

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Yes, I’m saying I’m interested. How d’you feel about having me as your personal guide to Southshore?

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I’d like to start seeing you, Sugar –figure out if we’re right for eachother. Don’t know if I like all of you just yet, but that furrow in your brow and the laugh you got sure are sweet.

…

Glad to be of service then. Any chance I can get a kiss as a parting gift?

…

Not before I give you the keys– yes, the keys! [keys jangle] So sorry for taking those off you–

[Jo is cut off by a kiss]

[breathless]

Golly! That– that wasn’t quite what I had in mind, maybe just a peck on the cheek, but uh, you’re a real swell kisser, Sugar.

…

Oh, good night then. I’ll meet you on the street corner by O’malley’s on Thursday then?

…

Sounds lovely!

[door opens]

[door shuts]

…

[muffled]

Christ, Jo. You gotta be careful with this one.

[footsteps fade out]