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Do you have an unpopular opinion about shameless or gallavich
Hey anon! Sorry it took me so long to get back to you!
I believe I've only seen one post about it a long time ago (and I think it was an anon ask but don't quote me on it) but it been thinking about this post for such a long time that I needed to make one myself -
I think Mickey changes his last name to Gallagher, and here's why:
Because Mickey has been a Gallagher for years. Ian had his back more than the Milkovichs ever did. Ian is his fucking (partner, lover,) family. you know?
Mickey liked a lot of traditional stuff about their wedding / marriage and I think he would like to share a last name. Since both of their last names are long... they decide to keep it simple. And the gallavich thing is too cringy for them.
Have you seen how smitten they look when they call each other 'husband'? Those two possessive sappy motherfucker would love it. Mickey loves being Ian's, Ian loves knowing Mickey is family in every way.
Milkovichs are known from being involved with illegal shit (remember the Paula comment? I also think that why Mickey got 15 years) and Mickey wants to distance himself from that. Him and Ian are trying to build a semi legal life together. 'Milkovich' is just adding to the stigma of southside ex-con he already has to deal with.
After Terry dies, Mickey wants to get rid of anything his father gave him. With Mandy gone, Colin and Iggy ran away a long time ago... he doesn't really have anyone but Sandy from his family. So no real attachment to it.
The Gallaghers are his fucking family. He might bitch about them all the time but they truly are his family and I think it would feel right for him. It took him no time to fit right in the Gallagher house, building relationships with all of Ian's siblings. By the time they get married he's feeling more at home than ever, even after years of being gone.
I don't think Ian would ever want to / feel comfortable calling himself a Milkovich. A. because of Terry and all the horrible things he did B. he never fit in with Mickey's family and C. because Gallaghers have a weird attachment to their last name, "we're Gallaghers" is a part of their personality. D. it would make Mickey's tattoo even weirder.
extra point- I don't headcanon them having their own kids, but possibly getting custody of Franny and possibly fostering kids when they're older. I think having one last name might make them feel more like a family.
That's pretty much it, I think. I might add to it later on. Thank you for the question, anon! I'm happy to hear your opinions though!
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atricksterproblem · 2 years
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The King of Dreams has many admirers, but he also has a dating history that’s little more than a series of disasters. So what’s he really like? Here’s what you’re in for if you decide you want a relationship with Morpheus.
Most people who meet him get the impression that he’s cold and remote and cares nothing for the people around him. Nothing could be further from the truth. Being connected to everyone’s dreams means that he has an intimate understanding of what mortals really think and feel, and it also means he has to exercise tight control to keep the universe’s collective unconscious from wreaking all kinds of havoc. What you see is the result of him keeping himself on the shortest possible leash.
We know most of what he was like in the distant past from what others have said about him, since he talks about his life to others rarely and with the greatest reluctance. Many have remarked that he used to be much more casually cruel or prone to harsh vengeance. Oddly enough, others, like the lady Bast, remember him as a close friend, someone to spend time with talking of trivial things and laughing often, and this is the case even though the two were never lovers.
One thing seems clear from all of this: In the past, Morpheus was much more impulsive and open with all of his emotions and reactions, good bad and ugly.
The fact of the matter is that he was hurt and hurt often, and learned how to close himself off as a result. He tends to respond to emotional pain with avoidance above all else. It’s also the case that he takes his responsibilities to the Dreaming very seriously, and he fears what would happen to mortals should he lose control.
What all this adds up to is that he’s extremely prideful. It’s not the sort of pride you get from empty vanity, though. It’s the kind you find in people who are aware that they have great power and that it burdens them also with great responsibility. This pride has led him to be harsh when hurt in the past. The flip side of this is that because one of the things he prides himself on is his honor, if he can be made to understand that he’s behaved dishonorably he will stop at nothing to set things right. His sister Death tends to have the most luck getting him to re-examine his behavior. He respects her and cares for her deeply, so her opinion of him matters a lot to him.
His seriousness tends to make people think he’s humorless as well. This is also incorrect. He often seems to ignore other people’s attempts at humor. One reason for this is that he sometimes misses the joke entirely, either because he just doesn’t get it or because he’s too focused on some goal he’s trying to achieve. Sometimes he ignores it because there are some things he’ll never find funny and won’t dignify them with a response -- for example, he won’t tolerate teasing. Even those closest to him can only get away with the gentlest sort of teasing before his pride leads him to feel attacked.
That said, he does have a sense of humor. It’s rather dry, and you have to know him well to spot it sometimes -- the littlest ghost of a smile from him is practically equivalent to somebody else’s belly laugh. People who love him will tell you that they cherish his smiles all the more for their rarity.
In general, the tight control he maintains over himself in recent times means that you have to really pay attention to his body language closely to understand what he’s feeling. Those tiny smiles, the twitch of a muscle in his jaw, the look in his eyes -- these will tell you a great deal, but it’s easy to miss them if you don’t know what to look for.
Even now with his tightly controlled affect, he craves affection and romance, although he will never admit as much openly to anyone. His past partners have found him to be attentive and passionate. The same laser focus he brings to his goals is also found in his relationships, and he can be a very intense lover. His relationships are one of the few releases he permits himself, so you end up getting a relative storm of emotion from him that others barely suspect exists.
His past relationships have all ended badly and often disastrously, but that’s no reason to believe that being with him is impossible. You just have to be aware of certain things when it comes to having him in your life:
His work is of paramount importance to him. You can’t be the sort of person who sulks when he has to be away a lot dealing with issues in the Dreaming. He really resents feeling torn that way, like he’s being asked to choose between his responsibilities and his loves.
He is deeply prideful and therefore easily hurt. Don’t try to tease him, at least not until you understand his boundaries with fine precision. He needs to feel respected.
He appreciates someone who can match his passion with their own. If he starts to get the idea that your feelings for him have waned he’ll react badly. On the other hand, he’s not the sort of person who will withdraw when you want to lavish affection on him (as long as he’s not trying to do something for his work at the time).
He finds change difficult to accept a lot of the time. He is prone to moodiness and even depression, so you have to be able to be patient with him.
If you need to work something out in your relationship by talking it over, you will have to be the one to make the conversation happen. He’s avoidant when things go wrong. He’s been known to just not talk to people for decades at a time, even the ones closest to him, when something really bad happens.
That he’s a complex and difficult person should not be surprising since he’s an unimaginably powerful cosmic entity, but people tend to react to him as if he was actually the human he often appears to be. This leads to a lot of misunderstandings.
Despite all of his issues, being his partner can be very rewarding. Once you win his trust, he’ll open up to you a lot more, and the longer you prove worthy of that trust, the easier things get. It’s a precious gift to win the trust of a man who so rarely allows himself to trust at all, and he’ll value you highly for it. Once you get him talking, he’s utterly fascinating. Nobody has more stories to tell.
He will defend someone he loves with all his power, and his power is vast. He’ll consider you to be under his protection and there are few entities in the universe that can challenge him, especially on his own ground.
He values creativity and imagination. They are the gifts of the Dreaming and they mean the world to him. He’ll be incredibly supportive of this aspect of your life.
He loves to give and receive affection through touch. He rarely receives loving touch from people in his life, so to be able to share that with someone is special and rare.
It’s also worth nothing that physical appearance doesn’t matter to him very much. He falls in love with people who have compelling minds and souls in his eyes. He finds his lovers beautiful in their totality, not because of anything on the surface. He’s a cosmic entity whose appearance reflects whoever happens to be looking at him most of the time and his powers lie in the inner worlds of mortals, so the physical world is just not that important to him.
He will be thrilled if you enjoy exploring the Dreaming. He’s rightly proud of his realm and he loves to share that with his partner. He’s been known to create dream skerries for his lovers in the past, little pocket worlds in the Dreaming for them to fill with their own imaginations.
Last but not least, if you help keep Morpheus happy, Lucienne will adore you. Library late fees? What library late fees? Having the good will of the person who takes care of practicalities for something as massive as the Dreaming is no small benefit.
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luci-luck · 2 years
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Please join my religion. We have free cupcakes 🧁
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iliveilove · 7 months
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Kinda unpopular opinion well more like headcanon but I like to think that James Sirius Potter is actually pretty studious. He cares aa lot about his grades and school. Hes kinda like a mini Percy Weasley and doesn't live up to his name AT ALL. In fact, he was told so much as a child that he'll be a big prankster like both his namesakes that he eventually got tired of it and decided he's gonna to the exact opposite of what he's been told his entire life. And while I'm at it. I'd like to change his name to Freddy Sirius Potter. There is absolutely nothing wrong with naming your kid after your dead parents that you never knew and the one person who took care of you but this is Harry and Ginny's first child and I think that Ginny would've wanted to have a hand in naming him. I get that George named his kid Fred but you can name 'reuse' names. My mom, her cousin, my cousin, and some sort of second cousin( idk what that even is but whatever) all have the same name. I might as well continue not that I'm at it.
I really did like Albus's name so we aren't changing it.
Lily Luna. Why Luna? I love her and all but she and Harry were barley close AT ALL! And I kind of don't remember her being like Ginny's absolute best friend. I would've preferred Ruby Molly Potter. Ruby after Hagrid because that man barley gets enough love or thanks. And again, I understand you want to name your daughter after you mother but Molly was more of a mother to Harry than Lily ( since you know, Lily wasn't even there) AND she's Ginny's mother.
And of course, they don't have to be named after anybody! They could've just been given names like Oscar, Jacob, and Emily -_-.
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My Unpopular Ninjago opinions:
I don’t like that they made Nya the water Ninja. I feel like it ruins her character from the early seasons where she didn’t want to be a ninja. Like when Wu thought that she might be the green ninja she said she didn’t want to know and is happy being a samurai. And instead is makes Wu look bad for not telling Nya until it was convenient. (It did give us Samurai Pixal so at least there’s that.)
Personally I’m not the biggest fan of Titanium Zane. Like I get why he had to be made from titanium but I feel like the real reason they did it is so he looked more natural when with Pixal. Some of you will say ‘he’s more accepting of his robotic self’ he already was, I mean enough that he didn’t try to date a human and actively pursued Pixal in Rebooted. Instead they should have done a half and half kinda look like when they fought the Devourer, I think that would have stayed true to the original but also have him express himself.
Also in Seabound when they revealed that water and wind are not elements. Like what? Like there talking about what the FSM could control all of then and granted Lloyd only got fire, ice, earth, and lightning. But you mean to tell me that in the ninjago universe lightning and ice are more of an element than water?(nothing against Jay or Zane). But even in Tournament of Elements Jay calls out I think speed and Garmadon calls out his lightning. I feel like there could have been a better way to explain it.
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mateidontevenknow · 2 years
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Am I the only one who ship Klaus and Damon together?
I don't really like the Delena ship because Damon deserves better and they fit so well together. Both prioritize family first. Both are lonely even though they won't admit it. Both have trust issues. Both have no right to be so gorgeous. Both are alcoholics. Both keep secrets from family and friends.
Damon is literally an American version of Klaus and I think he would enjoy Klaus' adventures way more than life in Mystic Falls. He can also be a worse rippah than Stefan and he would enjoy his killings.
They can rule the world if they wanted, while having hot hybrid segs.
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colosutheseamonster · 2 years
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OK OK SO I CANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE THAT HEAD CANONS ALL THE SPIRITS, ELDERS, AND SKY CHILDREN TO JUST BE PHYSICALLY ACESEXUAL RIGHT?!?!
LIKE NO DIC, NO BLLS, NO TITS OR HOLES JUST A FREAKING SMOOTH SURFACE RIGHT?!?!
PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE VAKBKAGSGSKVSKB
I promise I don't mean this in an angry/mean tone lol
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rukia-writes · 2 years
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Unpopular opinion: but I think Askeladd is Bisexual
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reyeswritesmc · 2 years
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I am a big fan of Chris and Street, but nothing together. At first, I was like okay, but with all of the 'will they, won't they' crap made it go old real fast.
in my head, it got toxic after the nth time. Good characters but sucky together.
I think the writers only put them together in the end was because Lina was leaving and they went "OH Poop, they fans will felt strung alone if we don't..."
i totally agree!!
it did get pretty toxic after some time. cause at this point, the writers just had to absolutely wait till the last minute to make stris a thing?
in my opinion they did drag it on for way to long. like, chris is this empowering and strong woman and she’s proven that so many times. and the confidence that she has to stand up for the people she loves? don’t even get me started on that.
though i am happy they’re finally together, i do wish that the writers would’ve done something earlier and not make both chris and street act on their feelings for each other or at least do something!!
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Katara was treated as a prize for aang at the end of avatar. It was obvious that she was never interested in him as nothing more than a little brother.
In all honesty she didn’t even seem that interested in him after he saved the world, it just felt like the creators needed some way to award Aang and so they gave him Katara.
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ivestas · 1 year
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Thank you for writing my request, I loved it!! I have another idea but it's a deeper subject so I understand not everyone is comfortable with writing about it. Could you write about a younger reader and the team see self harm wounds and scars while they were injured or while they were changing? (Something along those lines) and what they would do/ react? Xx
what is most precious to you?
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Summary: The 141 discover a part of you that you’d wanted to bury.
Tags: TW s/elf harm scars + sui/cide and talk of it, please read carefully/don't read if this topic triggers you, platonic!141 x medic!fem!reader, reader implied to be mentally ill, younger!reader, descriptions of blood and injury, canon typical violence, soap + ghost focused, unedited
Word count: 1.5k
Notes: im glad u enjoyed the previous req anon! i hope I'm able to do this req justice too 🫡
You’d been a part of the 141 long enough for the others to know and trust you.
An esteemed medic that knew medicine and all things fixing like the back of her hand, despite your age—it was a natural skill, it seemed. Your hands were always so damn fast with a gauze—hell, even a dirty rag you’d make use of in an instant. 
You were just good. Reliable. Consistent. Seemingly just a normal young lady whose only eccentricity was the job she chose to be: a medic for a merc group. 
Soap often liked to joke about that normalcy that clung onto you. 
“Bet when you’re on leave you work a 9 to 5 and sleep right at 8. I’m right, aren’t I?”
You snorted. “No, I’d sleep at 9.” 
“Ohhhhh, daring! Don’t be too crazy! Ya might just lose a leg!” 
Even Ghost would sometimes jump in, adding his own joke occasionally. 
“Should I get you a planner for your birthday? A nice, minimalist one with neutral stickers to match.”
You’d scoff and jab back, whether it be at Ghost’s mask or Soap’s current and past hair-styles.
But they never gave you a tough time about it—they were glad that one of them was able to blend back to civvy life with ease. 
Price even said it was his favorite trait—”sometimes, you need the practicality and mindset of a normal lady to get shit done.”
“Thanks?” 
The guys all had a similar image of what your childhood was like: middle-class, parents all stiff-like and old-timey, your favorite hobbies probably were things like football or reading, things like that. 
However, that image shattered during a post-mission intermission. 
Things went wrong, completely askew—the enemies were clearly prepared for the attack, because landmines were everywhere and the area was crawling with hostiles.
It was a resounding loss—many casualties, wounded, etc. 
You could hardly keep up, trying to patch up as many as possible, even when the sky rained of bullets and the air tasted thickly of gunpowder and death. It was like a place between purgatory and hell, a constant flow of shouts, screams, explosions.
It was too late for you to noticed a bullet grazed your arm; it was deep enough to be visible, but luckily it wasn’t aimed low enough for it to shoot into your arm. 
You had ignored the wound—in your mind, it only made sense to focus on the soldiers who were fighting for their lives and riddled with bullet wounds. 
So you just did that: focus on them. 
But, due to the constant movement and strain, the graze only worsened, almost tearing. The adrenaline numbed the pain, but you knew it was gonna hurt like a bitch soon enough. 
Luckily though, Ghost shouted in your ear through the comms. 
“Bravo-1, retreat!—fuckin’ hell—everyone, retreat!”  
You did just that—retreat. 
Huffing and puffing, you were quick to run to the distant chopper you recognized as the 141′s. A haze of sand was the only saving grace as it covered you from the enemies direct line of sight.
Soap pulled you into the helicopter with a quick grab of your wrist, completely unaware of the graze that arm sustained. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, feeling the skin tear just a little more. 
The entrance of the helicopter shut, and with both of you heaving, the plane finally shot back into the air, rocking back and forth the slightest bit. The sound of bullets slowly melted away into harsh whirring and mechanical buzz. 
You took a moment to collect yourself, inhaling sharply before you got up, arm still bleeding. 
But, strangely, you felt it drip along your arm and into your hand, running along your finger—ah, it should’ve been obvious, the sleeve of your wounded arm had completely torn. 
You lifted the arm, examining the wound. 
Scars of varying sizes, textures, and freshness—some having strange bubbly dots, others consisting of messy lines. Some of the fresher scars had torn a little, causing thin lines or red to rise. 
Your blood ran cold. You glance up, hoping—praying—that Soap didn’t see, or even understand the implications. 
But you could see he was staring, the cogs in his mind slowly snapping together. 
You put your arm away to your side, hiding it from his view. 
“Lass—“
“I need a medkit. We have one on the plane?” 
You loathed the look of sadness, of pity that shone in his eyes, pulled at the muscles of his face. 
Don’t. Stop.
I’m not weak. Don’t—I’m not weak! 
A chorus of words, feelings, of palpable dark was what filled your mind now. Insecurity, self-hatred, all of it—you’d been working on it, trying to regulate, to reason with the miasma that had taken ahold of your consciousness.
But, fuck, you’ve revealed it to Soap of all people—he felt bad, didn’t he? Disgusted? Worried? He was gonna tell Price, wasn’t he? That your unfit for the 141, that—
A hand rested on the top of your shoulder.
“Can I patch you up?” Soap asked softly. 
You grit your teeth. Moving away from his hand, you shook your head, glaring at the floor. A small splatter of blood was there. “I can fix it myself.” 
You expected—wanted—him to berate you. 
But he didn’t. He was kind. 
“Sure, kid. I’ll just get ya the med kit—stay put.” 
Another wave of shame rocked you. You sat on one of the small seats connected to the walls of the heli, rubbing away the small bits of dried blood. 
Consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t hear Soap murmuring to Ghost. 
“The kid—she, ah...” He ran a finger along his wrist. “Catch my drift?” 
“Cutting herself?” Ghost said bluntly. 
“Sometimes I wish you had a little more tact, L.T.” 
Ghost ignored him. “They fresh or old?”
“Both,” he sighed, grabbing a med kit from one of the plane’s various compartments. “What’re we supposed to do? Don’t wanna scare off the kid, but don’t wanna leave her on her own devices hacking away at ‘erself!” 
Ghost grabbed the kit from his hands. “I’ll handle this. You sit down—go near the Captain. Try to leave us some privacy.” 
Hesitantly, Soap nodded. “Work your magic, sir.” 
Ghost made his way to the other end of the helicopter where you were. You were hunched over your wound, a deep frown on your face. It’s uncharacteristic, but he knew it was a part of yourself you’d prefer to be shrouded in dark. Suffering wasn’t a nice look, was it?
But it was human. Denying your own right to feel it—it made Ghost frown too.
He sat beside you, kit in his hand. You had finally looked up then, alarmed. 
“Gimme your arm, kid.” 
You opened your mouth.
“Not leavin’ till I patch your arm up, so don’t even try.” 
Shamefully, you lifted your arm slowly. 
He took it with gentle but firm hands, a thumb running along a faint scar. 
Ghost opened the kit haphazardly with another hand. 
“When I was your age—maybe a little younger—couldn’t find much meaning in everything.”
He lifted his hand from your arm and grabbed alcohol and a small cotton rag. Dampening the rag with alcohol, he drew it to your arm, rubbing away the excess blood and cleaning the wounds. You didn’t make any noise, only breathing raggedly. 
“The suffering was pointless, in my eyes; thought, ‘this isn’t bloody fair’. Born in a shitty house with a shitter father, food hardly ever on the table, my mind deteriorating, and the world cast in deep gray.”
You nodded. 
Ghost grabbed a bandage gauze, unravelling it and wrapping it gently around the graze and the scars. It was calming, watching him work away, even if the wrapping was a little clumsy. 
“The harsh reality came a little while later, and it’s that people like me—us—we gotta work hard for shit to change. That this weight forced upon us, it’s only we that can shed it off. It’s still not fair—frankly, suicide is easier. Thought of doing it for the longest time... But...” 
He shook his head. “In my eyes, it’s a coward’s way out. We should never die by our own hands—there’s always something to live for.”
“What are you living for?” 
“Mmmm.... For tomorrow’s pint.” 
You laughed. 
He grabbed a safety pin and pinned the end of the gauze. “...now, I know it’s ‘silly’ to say, but you know we’re here for you?—the 141′s got your back, kid—how about this, let’s make a deal.”
“Yeah?” 
“You ever have the urge to cut yer arm, you come straight to me, or the others. They’ll listen. They care.”
They care.  
It’s weird, but hearing the words said out loud, it hit you. 
They really care. 
You took in a shaky breath. “Thank... you.” 
“It’s no problem at all, kid. Stay strong.”
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atricksterproblem · 2 years
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NSFW Headcanons below. Minors DNI.
So, what’s he like in bed?
Sex with Morpheus usually happens within the context of a relationship. He’s had a few flings, but they’ve been exceptions rather than the rule. It takes a lot for him to be vulnerable with another person in any way, so there has to be a certain level of trust present before he’s willing to go there.
For him, it’s usually as much about the emotional and even spiritual connection as it is about the physical. He may look more or less human most of the time, but he’s still a cosmic entity and the personification of an abstract concept. Purely physical interactions aren’t especially important to him.
While he couldn’t be described as particularly kinky, he’s willing to indulge his partner in most things to please them and enjoys a wide range of things himself. Beings like him don’t have a lot of hang-ups about what people do with their bodies. That said, there are a few things he’s unwilling to do. In particular, he will not allow himself to be either dominated or bound. Before he was imprisoned it was mostly a matter of pride. After, there’s an element of PTSD as well. He’s more than happy to dominate a partner or bind them if they express an interest, though, and he especially enjoys the artistry of shibari.
He may not admit it, but he also loves having a partner call him master in bed sometimes. Any of his usual titles of authority - Master, Lord, King - tend to get a big reaction.
Other things he loves include:
To see and hear how much he’s pleasing his partner. The sounds they make, the way they might arch their back or cling to him, praise from them -- all major turn-ons.
He’s also likely to mark a partner with love-bites if they’re willing as a way of claiming his lover, and he enjoys having his hair played with.
He learned a long time ago that many people find his voice terribly seductive, and he’s more than able to use that to his advantage. He loves to tell his partner everything he wants to do to them, how enticing they are, and how good they feel. He’ll use anything from a whisper to a growl, and his partner’s reactions to the sound of his voice are irresistible to him.
In general, his partners have found him to be a very generous lover; intense, emotional, and focused as much on their pleasure as his own.
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crimsonlovebartylus · 12 days
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unpopular opinion:
but as a plus-size person, I don't really like, the whole "Lily rejecting James because she thinks hes making fun of her because shes fat" HC. It just feels icky to me - it might be because fat people could be confident and Lily would be someone that is confident, and knows her worth and at the time she did not feel like dating immature James Potter.
It has nothing to do with her weight and I genuinely don't think James would be idk fatphobic?
I just don't understand the need of characters that are fat to always be portrayed as unconfident or that they have to believe everyone around them is making fun of them or that they are hard to "love" because of their weight.... 😃
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steviesbicrisis · 2 years
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Are you dating Eddie Munson?
I haven't stopped thinking about this AU idea so I decided to write a little bit more! I have other stuff in mind so I might write other scenes too, we'll see. A little summary for you:
Eddie and Steve have been dating for a few months now, and things couldn't go better between them. Being a popular kid and all, Eddie's love life is the talk of the campus, and everybody seems to wonder: what does Eddie Munson see in that ordinary freshman?
Steve doesn’t how it’s possible, but he's pretty sure words are moving around the page in front of him; some are blurry, others have a messed up order and a few are totally jumping out.
It wouldn't be the first time that happens to him, either. Sometimes it's impossible to focus, and the more he tries the fastest the words escape from him.
There's no solution for this either. Steve would never admit out loud how stupid he is, not over his dead body, so he'd rather stare at the same paragraph for hours than admit he doesn't understand. Robin is sitting across from him, eyes focused on the same book but a different paragraph, she looks deep in thought and Steve would bet she is far ahead of him. Steve shifts in his seat, pulling the book closer so she won't see he's still at the beginning of the chapter.
He looks back at the page, determined to at least finish reading it - the bare minimum - before they have to go to class.
«Hi, sorry to bother you but I have to ask - are you and Eddie Munson dating?»
Steve grips his book, because of course, as if his morning isn't going shits already, he also has to deal with this. Again. He gives one last glance at the paragraph before looking up «sorry, didn’t catch your name…?» he says instead, giving the girl the fakest smile he can master.
He is sure Robin is containing a laugh behind her book.
«Uhm, I’m Stacy» she’s taken aback, and a little annoyed «so, are you? dating.»
«I don't know for how much longer,» he says, teeth clenched. And really, he knows he's being dramatic and he knows that it's just an innocent question. Hell, he'd rather have them blatantly ask him than flirt with his boyfriend behind his back, but when you get asked the same question a million times over, you're bound to get a little pissed.
«Excuse me?»
«I mean, isn't that what you wanted to hear? You would be happy if I did, wouldn’t you? How about I do you a favor and write it down so you also have proof to show! Hell, I could make a fucking poster and hang it somewhere, so you and the rest of the student body will know for sure and will leave me the fuck alone.»
The girl - Stacy - takes a step back, her eyes fixed on Steve in a comical expression of shock and disbelief. She then turns to look at someone, probably mouthing something about Steve to her friends, like "can you believe this guy?" or "Munson must be crazy".
«Are we done?»
Stacy doesn't even bother to answer, she gives him a look of "you are insane" and walks away.
«Steve-»
«I know okay?» he interrupts Robin, not wanting to hear it «it’s stupid and I should let it go, but it pisses me off.»
«Then talk to Eddie! he could do something» she suggests, closing her book. It’s time for their first lecture. Steve hasn't even managed to finish the paragraph in two hours. Shit.
Talking with Eddie would be the better choice, it doesn’t make it any easier.
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Steve is finally done with his last lecture and he's cutting through the inner courtyard to reach Robin at the entrance Hall. People have been whispering around him all day so he knows not only that the Stacy girl has no shame in pursuing taken men, she also has a big mouth.
Someone catches up with him and puts an arm around his middle.
«So, what is this thing about you breaking up with me with a billboard? Let me tell you it won’t work - I’m a sucker for drama and attention» Eddie presses on his side, his face only a few inches from Steve's. His smile is an amused one.
From the start, Eddie never shied away from physical touch: once he was sure Steve was comfortable with it - and not only he was, he loved it - there was always a part of Eddie in contact with him, whether it was an arm over his shoulders, fingers in his hair, hand on his back. Accordingly, they rarely did more than that in public, because even tho they were not hiding their relationship, homophobes still exist in 2022 and they live in Indiana.
Steve rolls his eyes and looks the other way, clenching the books he's carrying in his arms. Eddie's presence is enough to make him feel better, but he wants to stay mad «your groupies are delusional. And drop that grin or I might actually take on that billboard idea. I’ll make a giant one, over the main entrance» his tone is deadly serious but Eddie knows him better than to believe anything he's saying. He covers his grin with one hand, just in case.
«I know you're still smiling, Munson. I have a huge sheet and red paint at home and I'm not afraid to use it! It will look like that scene in Harry Potter, with the bloody writing on the wall and everything.»
Eddie can't believe that his boyfriend - who barely knew what Lord of the Rings was before they started dating - has just laid out a Harry Potter reference for him like it was a daily occurrence. He wants to kiss the daylight out of him, but that would make him actually mad.
So he puts his other arm around his stomach, caging him. They're forced to a stop.
«I'm sorry baby, you're just so cute all worked up,» Eddie says, containing himself from gushing all over him. Steve still avoids his gaze, but he's clearly melting under Eddie's attention. Pet names and physical touch always get through him.
«I'm glad one of us is having fun» Steve deadpans.
Eddie keeps one of his arms around his waist and lifts Steve's chin up with his free hand «I'm not gonna lie, it is kinda funny. And you are very cute and hot at the same time - somehow - but» he emphasizes the last word, dramatically, « I don't want you to be upset so, talk to me.»
Steve is a little embarrassed. He knows it doesn't matter, he's been through this before. People love gossiping, and he really doesn't care what they say. But also, he used to be the one on the other side, no one has ever questioned him being with anybody, or has given him that look of disgust he got from Eddie's most loyal fans.
Even so, Eddie has nothing to do with it.
«I'm sorry. I get you're some sort of rock star here, and I love that for you, I really do, but...» he's struggling to find the right words «... I don't know, I guess I'm a little jealous.»
«of the groupies?»
«No! Well, I don’t enjoy their presence, for sure. It’s more-» he’s trying to find the right words, Eddie rubs his palms on his back to encourage him «it’s about you. But not you - you, it's the way you carry yourself, like you were made for college! And everyone here can tell, as much as they can tell that I wasn't. I barely know which class I’m taking when, I don't understand what I'm studying and I feel like everyone here already knows what they’re doing, like they went to college before going to college, if this even makes any sense… and, I don’t know, it’s hard already when you know that you’re fucking up, but when everyone else knows and wonders why the great Eddie Munson is dating you of all people- it’s not great. But also, I can't even read a simple introductive chapter without getting a headache, so I get why people might have some reservations against me, I just wish they would keep it for themselves instead of bugging me every second of my life!»
While he was talking, Eddie had made them both sit at one of the picnic tables scattered around the court, he realizes.
It's clear to both of them that Steve's outburst isn't just about the gossip.
«I had no idea this was bothering you this much,» Eddie says, earnestly.
Steve starts fidgeting with Eddie's rings on his right hand, his left arm is still on Steve's back. He feels pathetic, bothering his boyfriend with trivial matters and his stupidity.
«It's not a big deal» he tries to take back some of his words, but Eddie interrupts him immediately.
«It is a huge deal if it bothers you this much. Plus, I get some curiosity about us, but asking you almost every day is just, fucked up.»
«Well, that's popularity for you. I thought you had figured this out by now» Steve jokes.
«Well, I was supposed to learn how to manage it from an expert, but somehow I always get distracted when he lectures me» he manages to make Steve chuckle. «But let's talk about college for a second. It flatters me that you think of me as a perfect social butterfly, but do I need to remind you that I came to you a couple of months ago because I couldn't take it anymore? Also» he shifts in his seat, taking Steve's hands in his «you're not giving yourself enough credit. College is fucking hard, man, especially first year. Everything is so big and serious and different compared to high school, you think I was this confident in my first year? it takes time to adjust, maybe even more for you since - well - you used to have the school at your feet. So trust your gorgeous, perfect-»
«I never said you were perfect.»
Eddie ignores him «-super famous boyfriend: you're doing great, you'll get there and even if you don't, there's no shame in failing. Okay?»
Steve stares at him for a few seconds, then nods «okay. But I don't think I can stand more people questioning your sanity for dating me.»
«Honestly, I'm pretty sure you misread the whole thing. They're totally thinking “why is Eddie Munson dating this hottie of all people? I don’t stand a chance”» Steve laughs, Eddie gets up «but just to be sure they won't bother you anymore...» he jumps on the picnic table, and Steve's eyes widen comically.
«Eddie what are you doing?? Come down!» he knows his boyfriend and his love for big grand speeches too well to not guess what he has in mind.
Eddie blows him a kiss «Attention everyone! Your favorite music department student has an announcement to make!» some people from said department immediately cheer and he thanks them with an exaggerated bow. Steve hides his face in his palm, knowing there's no way he can stop him now.
«I've heard there has been some confusion so let me clear the air: I, Eddie Munson, have been involved in a consensual, very sexual» Steve makes a strangled noise and a few people whistle «but also romantic relationship with this hot piece of ass right here» he puts his hands on Steve’s shoulders, leaving him no way to escape «Steve Harrington» he bends forward, Steve looks up at him and Eddie gives him a quick upside-down peck, as to reinforce the concept «who isn’t going to break up with me today, tomorrow or never. So, it’s none of your fucking business but if any of you shitheads has any concerns on this matter, you know where to find me. Thank you for your attention» he jumps off the table, the curious students who had stopped to witness the scene are giving a mix of incredulous, baffled and admiring reactions. Eddie barely cares, his eyes are on Steve.
«I fucking hate you» Steve immediately tells him.
«No you don’t» he's smirking.
«I'm breaking up with you right now.»
«No, you aren't, Stevie» his smile is somehow even bigger.
«I really, actually, genuinely hate you,» Steve says, hugging him. Eddie hugs him back, tight.
«How are you feeling?» Eddie whispers in his ear.
«I wanna say better but then I'm validating you putting up a show every time we have a problem.»
«I am nothing but a humble knight serving his Majesty the King,» he says, using a pompous tone for his character.
«I need no man saving my regal ass, thank you very much.»
When they reach the main Hall, Eddie's arm once again around his middle, Robin is waiting for them, a mischievous grin on her face «Excuse me» she addresses Steve, loudly «are you the famous Hot-Piece-of-Ass engaged in a consensual and very sexual relationship with Eddie Munson?»
Steve flips her off as Eddie laughs and high-fives her.
Let's just say, the nickname will stick with Steve for a while.
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correctlyme · 1 month
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My most srs ace attorney headcanon is that Phoenix was born with brown eyes, but the lingering poison from the glass necklace caused his eyes to very slowly lose its brown colour and shift into blue eyes.
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rosegoldenatlas · 28 days
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Smallishbeans hadcanon/au that connects every series he in like a spiderweb of idk anymore
sorry its all in image form I did this while on a four hour drive and it didn't wanna save.
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Anyways that's all of it for now. As you can tell I love fae folklore and putting my own spin on it. Byee
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