#but would that stop diego’s bisexuality? NO

[christopher-the-cube]

this for diego and lila 😩 someone with art skills draw diego in lila’s clothes im begging you

#granted lila wears like tiny clothes #but would that stop diego’s bisexuality? NO #the umbrella academy #tua #diego hargreeves #lila pitts

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

the nanny part 3 | hangman x reader (saturn)

note: finally a longer one? ish? it took a minute to write because i had a headache every day for the last week and then i had a take home organic chemistry exam that i needed to get done (gotta maintain that 4.0, school is important kids!)

warnings: swearing, very light angst, jake is pinning, saturn is in a relationship. lowkey jake is a simp.

i don't think that this is a warning but i've not explicitly said this either, but any female character i write is bisexual. of that isn't your cup of tea, i'm sorry.

word count: 2.6k

not beta'd we die like men.

inspired by: @roosterforme

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Jake was a mess. 

For no reason, honestly. He had typed out, deleted, retyped, deleted again, and then said said fuck it and opened up his notes app to try and type a message out to you about this weekend. All this weekend is, really, is a friendly chat between a dad looking for someone to help him out with his infant daughter that he didn’t know existed a month ago, and Penny Benjamin’s solid 10 niece that gave him a half mast when she was holding his daughter, for no reason. 

And when you called him Dad-man? His heart stopped. He thought about it all night. 

By the time Friday night had rolled around he still hadn’t texted you in regards to going out tomorrow, so when he got a text message from you, he was a little confused, he hadn’t given you his number… had he?

Hey dad-man! Rooster gave me your number since I hadn’t heard from you all week. Are we still on for tomorrow? I know that Avery is a little young but the San Diego Zoo is doing a little arts and crafts thing with the animals tomorrow we could check out? My treat? you had sent along with a link to the event and he smiles as he types out his message to you.

Hey! You know I honestly had like, 30 different messages typed out to send you but they were all ass ideas compared to yours. I’m sure Avery would love it even if she doesn’t understand what’s going on, lol maybe we could grab coffee or something from a cafe afterwards?

It’s a date, dad-man ;) you send back after a few minutes, which is quickly followed by: pick me up at 9? 

It’s a date, darlin he sends and then groans into his hands “darlin? Seriously? She’s going to nanny your fucking get, get a grip Seresin.” he sets an alarm for 7 am, not like he needs it though. Avery is awake and hungry by 6:45 then out for a nap by 8:30. 

He’s asleep just after 2 and at 6:45 on the dot he can hear Avery stirring through the baby monitor on his nightstand. He’s quick to stand up before her wails get any louder, changes her from any accident she could have had in her sleep and then heads downstairs to make her a bottle. While he’s feeding her, he has coffee brewing for himself so he isn’t a complete zombie when he sees you in a few hours. He gets Avery dressed and her diaper bag packed before he’s setting her in her bouncer in the bathroom so he can take a quick shower without leaving her unsupervised -- she has the time of her life listening to him sing. 

It’s 8:45 by the time he’s finally leaving. Avery forgoing her morning nap and choosing to fight him instead when he was trying to get her dressed, and then puking on his one clean shirt that he had that wasn’t his service khakis or a graphic t-shirt set him behind his schedule. He quickly found a shirt that he turned into a tank top, groaning at how he looked like a gym douchebag 

You were waiting on the steps of Penny’s house for him nearly 15 minutes past 9 for him, and boy were you a sight to see. He definitely regretted his choice of a dingey old Navy shirt but that was his own fault for putting off his laundry and choosing to favor doing Avery’s instead. You were wearing jean shorts you obviously cut yourself, sinfully short but also modest at the same time. The shorts were paired with a pair of tennis shoes and a plain white tank top and a… fanny pack?

You hopped into his truck with a “you’re late” but he just laughs and points to the fanny pack.

“The 90s called, they want their stuff back.” 

“Hey, don’t shit on the 90s. Plus fanny packs are back in. It’s so much more convenient than carrying a purse or other bag around, they’re less likely to be stolen, and both my hands are free.” you say and do a little jazz fingers motion and he just smiles and shakes his head. You put your seatbelt on and he’s pulling out away from the curb.

“Besides, you can’t shit on what I’m wearing, when you’re wearing that.” 

“Hey, be nice to me. Av puked on the shirt I was going to wear and I hadn’t had the chance to wash my clothes yet.” 

“Well, let’s skip the zoo. Avery won’t know the difference, we’ll go back to your place and I can help you clean up.” you suggest and he shakes his head.

“My laundry is not your responsibility. We’re going to the zoo.” he says in his dad voice and you just laugh.

“Whatever you say, dad-man.” you kick your feet up against his dash and if you were anyone else, he’d be telling you to get them off the dash.

The drive to the zoo goes by quickly and despite you calling dibs on paying the entrance fee, Jake is slapping his card down faster than you can even open your fanny pack. You shoot him a glare and he gives you a smirk that sends most girls falling to their knees. Keyword, most.

Jake pushes Avery’s stroller through the zoo while you walk beside him, making light conversation and getting to know each other as you make your way to where the kids' activities are located. 

You learn that he comes from an abusive home. His dad was an alcoholic who passed from liver failure not that long ago, flooding the family with relief. He has three sisters, plenty of nieces and nephews. You learned grew up on a ranch which explains how his legs bow out the smallest amount, his favorite color is green (of course), his favorite tv show, food, even the book he read recently. You told him about your life too, growing up in eastern Tennessee, your parents' accident, living with Penny and helping her raise Amelia to the teen she is today, your time in Vermont, why you picked education to go into. Jake easily saw you as someone that he wanted to spend more time with, it was a no brainer that you would be the one watching his daughter when he needed it. Hell, he could even see Avery calling you mom one day, in the distant future of course. 

You three had finally made it to the area of the zoo where the activities were being held and you take Avery out of her stroller and sit with her in your lap while Jake sits next to you. The warmth of your skin against his making him hotter than the San Diego sun. 

For the next hour you two sit, comfortable with each other while Avery mashes paint around the ziplock bag she was working on. Thankfully for the sun it dried quickly and you drew out a few animals on the rainbow colors covering the page. 

At only 4 months old, Jake is in such awe at how you talk to and how you treat Avery and even at how Avery responds to you. The babble that you do back to Avery, how sweet you talk to her, how she reaches for you, all of it. Just melts Jake. 

The time to walk back to the truck wasn’t long enough, in his opinion, and he was already planning a trip back when she was a little older and would appreciate it a little bit more. 

You put Avery in her carseat while Jake breaks down her stroller and puts it into the bed of his truck before shutting the lift gate. “Still up for coffee?” he asks just as you’re shutting the back door.

“If you are.” you say and give him a smile, he opens your door for you and offers you a hand and you just laugh and take it before hopping up into the cab and once you’re settled he shuts the door and walks around to his own side.

The drive to the local coffee shop he had in mind was surprisingly quick to get to, granted he did speed a little through some yellow lights to get there.

You don’t bother getting Avery’s stroller out, choosing instead to just undo her car seat and carry her in that way since she was sleeping peacefully already. You tell Jake your order and he stands in line while you go and pick out a table, a little table in the corner and you set Avery’s carrier the table after making sure that it was sturdy enough that you didn’t need to worry about bumping the table and having her shift too much. 

Jake comes and takes a seat since it’ll take a minute for the food to be prepared. “They didn’t have hazelnut, is caramel okay?” he asks since you had asked for a hazelnut latte.

“Caramel is perfect, actually. It’s my favorite flavor.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he says with a smile and leans forward on the table and you give him a kind smile back.

“So dad-man. Think I’m fit enough to watch Avery for you?” you ask and he chuckles.

“I think you’re qualified to do more than that, but yeah. She loves you, I love you-oh I uh-” his ears redden and you laugh.

“No I get it, don’t worry.” you say as his name is being called for the food and drinks. You watch him walk away, shamelessly checking him out as he goes, you bite your lip softly but look away quickly when he turns around to walk back. 

“One chicken salad on a croissant with blueberry applesauce and an iced caramel latte with oat milk for Saturn,” he says, setting your tray down and you laugh and he sets his down before pulling his chair out. “And one of the exact same thing for me.”  

“Real original dad-man.” you say as you take a sip of the latte and you moan, “this is so good.” 

His breath hitches when he hears the sound and he shakes it off with a laugh, “yeah, the coffee here is the best I’ve had in the area. It’s nice that it isn’t too far from base or from home either.”

“Might just have to go a little out of my way in the morning to come here.” you say and he laughs.

“So, how did you get the nickname Saturn?” he asks as he takes a bite of his sandwich and a sad smile forms on your face.

“I got it from my dad. I don’t know why I took such a liking to the planet, but I grew up loving space. I wanted to be an astronaut, actually. He took me to our local planetarium and it was the first planet that I actually saw in the telescope and there was just something about the rings that really drew five year old me in. I wanted saturn everything. I even went as the planet for Halloween one year.” you say and he laughs.

“What were you just a yellow ball with circles around you?” he asks and you nod.

“Yeah pretty much, let me see if I have a picture.” you pull out your phone and he glances at your lock screen and sees it’s you and another girl kissing with fireworks in the background. He quickly looks away as you get into your phone, feeling an unnecessary stab to his heart. “Here it is!” you say and show him little you with a little bucket of candy, the biggest grin on your face and he laughs and takes your phone so he can look at it closer.

“You were adorable, what happened?” he teases and you make an offended noise and snatch your phone back.

“I’m still adorable! I’m just… grown now.” you say and he laughs.

You both sit there for a while longer, Jake running out to get stuff for a bottle before coming back in to see you already holding her and waiting for him to return. “You want me to feed her?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Nope. I got her.” you saw and take the bottle, she latches quickly to it and starts drinking away. “When you have me around you are doing nothing. Just relax, daddy. Let someone else take care of her.”

He feels relief at that statement, but also useless since all he’s done for the past almost month is take care of this little human that he helped to create. But watching you take care of her, so effortlessly, was so easy for him. He didn’t expect to be able to relinquish control of this aspect of his life so easily, and yet, it was almost second nature to him.

“So, are you able to start watching her on Monday? I return to duty then and-”

“Jake, it’s fine. I do nothing all day aside from helping out Penny at the bar. I would be more than happy to come and spend all day with this little baby.” you say, looking down at Avery with a smile on your face.

“I’m not, stealing you away from anyone am I? Boyfriend.. Girlfriend?” he fishes and you laugh.

“My girlfriend lives back in Vermont. She doesn’t have any plans to come visit any time soon so as of right now, the only person you and Avery are stealing time from is myself. But there’s nothing I can’t do with her that I couldn’t do by myself.” you say and he nods.

“How long have you two been together?” 

“Just over two years. We celebrated our anniversary just before I moved out here.” you say, looking back up at him and you see the look change in his eyes and you offer him a small smile.

“What about you? Any girlfriend that’s going to come out of the frameworks?” you tease and he shakes his head. 

“Nah, not really looking to date now that I have this little one to be thinking about.” he says and you nod, the conversation ending there. 

After Avery is done with her bottle you burp her and lay her back in her car seat. It’s nearing 3pm already and you have to get to the bar soon for your shift. Jake carries Avery back to the car while you run into the bathroom, splashing cool water on your face. 

You knew things were rocky with your girlfriend back home, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was get involved with your new boss, even if he was one of the most genuine and kind men you’ve ever met.

You make your way to Jake’s truck and he’s waiting for you outside, windows already rolled down so the back door can be shut and Avery won’t bake in the Californian sun. He opens your door for you again and you smile and climb up in the truck.

It’s a short drive to the bar and you hesitate getting out, you look back at him with your lip already between your teeth and you smile. “Thank you, Jake. I had a really great time.”

He returns your smile with a nod, “so did I. And I’m sure that Avery did too.” you laugh and look back at her.

“You’ll have to text me your address before Monday.” you remind him and he nods.

“I will.”

“Alright, well. Enjoy your night, dad-man.” you say, jumping out of his truck and he watches you walk into the bar, leaning his head back against his seat and letting out a deep sigh.

Of course you’re in a relationship.

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[camaro-and-smokes]

Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car

Chapter 1: Who's That Girl

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No Warnings. Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harringtonm Other Characters to Be Added, Original characters. Tags: AU - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, AU - No Supernatural, AU - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Billy Hargrove Lives, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Fluff, 90s, Genderfluid Billy Hargrove, Roommates, Other Tags to Be Added

Summary: 1992 in San Diego, where Steve recently moved because of his new job, he runs into Billy - literally. Billy isn't exactly what he used to be when Steve had last seen him, but it isn't a bad thing. At all. By chance, they end up as roommates and, well…

Notes: New year, new fic... Just pure fluffy fluff fluff! Enjoy 💜

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“Thanks, Mandy,” Billy said and lifted the cardboard cup. “I’ll pay for this tomorrow.”

The waitress on the other side of the counter smiled. “Hey, it’s just one black coffee. Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover for it.”

Billy sighed, grateful for the gesture. “Honestly, thank you. I owe you.”

Mandy laughed. “Just go already. You'll be late again otherwise.”

Billy adjusted the strap of his full bag on his shoulder and walked towards the door. He realized he hadn’t taken out his smokes when he had the chance to do it with two hands, and now he had to do it with just one. “Fucking piece of...where are you?” he cursed as he tried to fish the pack of smokes from the bag while walking out of the coffee shop and onto the sidewalk.

He was so occupied that he almost walked into someone, their shoulders nudging together. The cover was the only thing that kept his coffee in the mug , only partly spilling it on his hand. He muttered an apology as he continued digging. He was all the way at the next junction when he finally caught the pack in his hands and stopped to light a smoke.

This day was one he would be glad when it passed. The Camaro had stalled into a junction in the morning, he'd had to have walked to the workshop to get the tow truck and then he had been so busy with other cars the whole day that he’d had no time to even look at what was wrong with it. And now he was late from his aerobics' class because he had to fucking walk everywhere, and he'd been late far too many times from the classes already. Alice, the owner of the studio, had already warned him she would have to cut him off from the instructor list if he didn't up his game, and fast.

And now he really needed the money. When Rob had broken up with him, he'd decided to stay in the bungalow by the beach they'd rented together. It was the first place that felt like home ever since he'd ran away from Fuckward, Indiana, and back to Cali, and he didn't want to let go of it.

At that bungalow, he'd become to terms with who he was. Happy to have a day job at the garage as a mechanic and the few aerobics classes he instructed at evenings, the neighbourhood kids' basketball team he coached that kept nailing it against the uptown teams, and the kids from foster families he taught how to surf. The musky but feminine perfumes perfectly fitting in the same row with his aftershaves. The pink crop tops in his closet, and the red nail polish and lipsticks on his dressing table.

He was being himself for the first time, and since it was now just him, he would embrace it now more than ever.

He just needed someone to pay the rent with him.

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Steve was reading the 'for rent' -advertisements in the newspaper while he walked towards the coffeehouse at the street corner, a short walk away from his hotel and one he'd taken as his go-to place to get something small to eat. He was so occupied that he didn't notice the person who walked out the door and their shoulders connected shortly, causing him to take his eyes off the newspaper.

“Oh, sorry,” Steve apologised, but the person kept walking without turning around. Their perfume lingered in the air after them, and Steve turned to look over his shoulder after them. He smiled a little, for it was a sight to behold.

Blonde, curly hair in a high bun, held up with a pink scrunchie. Their white crop top showed a well-toned back and waist, finished with blue, high cut jeans that were hugging their figure and barely covering the top of their thighs. The look was finished with white leg warmers and white Reeboks. Steve thought he wouldn't mind looking at that sight a bit closer and kept staring until they vanished behind the building at the next junction.

He walked into the coffee shop and ordered a black coffee and a chocolate chip muffin. With his purchase, he sat down at a table in the back of the shop and kept reading the advertisements. He had to find a place to stay by the end of the week. Sure, he could stay in the hotel, but it would cost way too much he was willing to spend right now. He'd rather pay rent for a place of his own than for a hotel.

He'd moved in San Diego for the job as marketing manager for the national video rental chain that Family Video back in Hawkins had become a part of. The job would start next Monday and it was Wednesday, so he had a few days free to do some hunting for a place. He wasn't looking for buying a house right now, he still wasn't sure if San Diego was the place he'd want to settle in. So, for now he was only looking for rentals, either by himself or with a roommate, either one worked right now.

Unfortunately, none of the ads looked like a proper fit. They either had too high rent for his budget, or then it was a room with a bunch of college kids, which didn't suit him anymore. He wouldn't be able to live in a place full of young adults partying all week, every week. He'd imagined it would've been easier to find a place to stay in San Diego, but it didn't really seem like it.

When he'd drank his coffee, he walked back to the counter. “Hey, would it be possible for me to leave a wanted ad on your notice board?” he asked the waitress.

“Sure! Need a pen and paper to do that with? I can put the note up for you.”

Steve wrote the note and gave it to the waitress. He squinted to read her name on the badge on her apron. “Thank you... Mandy. I'm staying in the Holiday Inn just around the corner. Thus the mention to ask for a name in the note.”

She looked at the note and smiled. “No problem. You're not the first.”

Steve hoped that someone would respond sooner rather than later.

He stopped by the café on Thursday and on Friday, mostly because he wanted to ask Mandy if anyone had asked about his ad since no one had called him. And, okay, partly because he was hoping to run into the blonde again. But no one had asked about his note so far and the blonde wasn't anywhere to be seen, so he'd gone about his days getting to know his new home town.

It was Saturday when he was yet again reading the 'room for lent' -ads in the newspaper as he walked towards the café. He had almost given up any hope of finding any place by Monday and was looking at the ads just with a vague hope.

He was engulfed enough that he didn't look in front of him and walked straight into someone. He hit his face into the newspaper, and then he felt hot liquid covering the front of his shirt.

“Fuck!” a baritone voice groaned.

Steve tossed the now wet newspaper on the pavement and looked at his shirt, annoyed. Then he looked at the door of the café, pondering if he should go in and ask for a towel to dry the coffee off his shirt. He turned to look at the person squatting on the sidewalk, trying to gather the things that had fallen out of their bag on the ground when they walked into each other.

To Steve's surprise, it was the blonde.

They got up and started damping Steve's shirt with a napkin they'd found from among their things on the sidewalk. “I'm so, so sorry! Shit! I didn't look up and...”

Steve's mouth fell open in surprise. “Hargrove?”

Billy looked up for the first time, and his eyes widened as he recognized Steve. “Harrington? Fuck, this is embarrassing.”

Steve let out a laugh. “Uh, yeah. Not exactly how I thought we'd bump into each other.”

The cafe door opened and Mandy walked out. “I saw what happened. Here, try this,” she said and handed Steve a towel. “I hope the coffee wasn't too hot anymore.”

“Thanks, I'll survive,” Steve replied, smiling. He patted his shirt with the towel and turned to look at Billy, who was still collecting his belongings from the sidewalk. “So, how've you been? I mean, you seem to be...”

“I'm doing good,” Billy mumbled, still squatting on the ground and checking his bag.

Steve saw something rolling on the sidewalk and he took a few steps to pick it up. It was a pink lipstick. He showed it to Billy. “This...yours?”

Billy smiled a tense smile, taking the small container and opened it. The pink tube of wax fell out from the tube and back to the pavement, breaking into even smaller pieces. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Uh, hey, can I buy you a fresh coffee or...?” Steve asked.

Billy shook his head, pulling the zipper of his bag closed and getting up. “Sorry, I gotta go. I'm already late, again.”

“You have a car close by?”

“No, in fact, my trusty steed died the other day and I have to walk to the studio,” Billy said as he shouldered his bag and started walking. “But see you around Harrington!”

Billy had already taken several steps when Steve shouted after him, “Hey, Hargrove! I have a car, on the other side of the street. Let me drive you! It's the least I can do for breaking your...lipstick.”

Billy stopped and turned around, chewing his cheek. “You wouldn't mind?”

Steve smiled and shrugged. “No, of course not! Come on,” Steve said and pointed to a dark red BMW on the other side of the street. “It's that one.”

Billy snorted. “Should've guessed.”

When they got into the car, Steve started it. “So, where to?”

“Turn around, turn right, then left from the next lights. The studio is then just before the next lights,” Billy said.

“So, right around the corner, then.”

Billy shook his head. “Yeah. It's not far, but you know, without a car...”

Steve nodded and turned the car around.

After a while of awkward silence Billy spoke. “So, what are you doing in San Diego?”

Steve smiled again. “Came here for work. Marketing for the video rental chain that bought Family Video.”

“Wow,” Billy said, nodding. “Good for you.”

“Yeah. Far enough from having to work for my dad.”

“Right.”

They remained silent for the rest of the short drive, one that was even more awkward than the one before. 

Billy hadn't imagined to run into Steve again, not at least like this. And he hadn't definitely imagined to run into him in the outfit he was wearing. Seen his lipstick of all things. Steve was the first of the people from his past who'd learned about all that, even if only superficially. Surprisingly, it didn't really feel as bad as he'd imagined.

Steve looked at the neon sign above the doors of the aerobics' studio when he parked the car. “Alright, here we are.”

Billy got out and was about to close the door when Steve spoke again, leaning to look at Billy. “Hey, I just, honestly...It was great to see you. You're clearly doing great. I'm happy about that.”

Billy smiled. “Yeah. I'm better. Actually.”

Steve smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I can tell. Just wondered about it sometimes.”

Billy closed the door and leaned to look at Steve through the open window. “You did?” he asked, curious.

“I did. Actually.”

Billy smiled a small smile. “Well, I hope you like San Diego.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Steve replied, smiling even wider.

#harringrove fic #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #meet cute #suometar writes #get out of my dreams get into my car

[atonalginger]

OC Introduction

Fandom: Starfield

Role: Spacefarer,

BASICS

Full Name: Julien Prince

Nickname(s): Fox

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation and Titles:  Prev: combat medic in the FC miltia (post war), random odd jobs not worth remembering. UC Vanguard Recently: Argos mining, Constellation explorer, Freestar Ranger

Birthday & Age:  at the time of the game 35. Born on the 3rd day of the tenth month in the ass-end of nowhere Dodgewood, Akila

Physical description: 5'8", dense muscles, appears lanky

Clothing style: Fox does not have what one would call style. Let's just say it's a good thing his main jobs have had uniforms...will mix prints, loud colors, though he can clean up and dress appropriately when the occasion demands.

BACKGROUND

Fox is Doc Melody's twin. They left home at 18 shortly after he signed with the FC militia and began medic training. Lost track of Doc for a time, causing him to hop from job to job while searching for her. Around the time he found her in NA he met his husband, joined the Vanguard to gain citizenship, and settled into a more boring life in the UC. Then his sister tagged along for a Comm tower repair job out in Tau Ceti and...well life picked up and never slowed down after that...

COMBAT & SKILLS

Preferred fighting style: If he has to fight he favors pistols/revolvers and snipers rifles. Well more like if he has to fight he'd prefer to hit hem first without being seen but if not, he's a menace with a pistol. Like Fox is Mercy from overwatch when she stops healing and starts hosing the other team...

Favorite weapon(s): Fully upgraded Razorback, Fully upgraded Urban Eagle, A Lawgiver set up for long range (I know that's not a sniper but it's what he used!)

Special skills: He's a drummer. A really good drummer. He can also sing. He and Doc were actually in a band as teens. Photography.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Doc, his husband, his inlaws. His found family of close friends (including Bella and lil' Sophie). He and Doc are no contact with their blood relatives for personal reasons

Love interest: His husband, Nick. Loves that software engineer like no other.

Best friends: Other than Doc and Nick? Bella, Diego Monroe, Barrett, Vlad, and Noel.

PERSONALITY

Positive traits: Trustworthy, Brave, Adaptive, Protective

Negative traits: Impulsive, Rebellious, sometimes cocky.

Likes: exploring, amber ales, babysitting his nieces, days off.

Dislikes: Lillian Hart (you'll see), politics, IPAs

Fears: losing what family he has left

Guilty Pleasure: I mean he doesn't ascribe guilt to his pleasures but his sister would say the fact that he blasts old earth boy bands in the cockpit when he thinks he's alone. He knows all the words to every song on NSYNC's debut album.

Hobbies: Photography, playing his drums, baking, camping, driving his sister batty.

#oc introductions #oc Fox #it's Doc's brother again!.

[tricoufamily]

I'm so curious about your personal Bob x Diego lore. Like, I can't stop thinking about it. Their dynamics, sexualities, and what they end up doing in the future. Ahhhhhh!! It's giving me sims brainrot. Do you have anymore crumbs of lore for them you'd be willing to share? If not that's okay too. I just love how you world build your sims.

yaa!!!! storytime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

bob went to college because of his mom. she wanted him to, and he didn't know what he wanted to do w his life so he just went. he was an undecided major until he became a business major just because. shrug. he was also in a co-ed dorm where he met eliza, but they didn't start dating until the year after college. they were friends though

diego was an art history major and he was doing all kinds of odd jobs. he had really good grades, so he got in to college free, and his biggest goal in life was to move to nyc. he hated his small shitty town, he hated his college, he hated everyone there, and so on.

but yes, diego's gay, he was in drag when they met, he was coming home from a bar and just went to the dining hall late at night still in drag whatever he was hungry. and bob was there, he'd been doing an all-nighter, and he hit on him. diego thought it was funny but he also thought bob was hot so. long story short, bob is bisexual, and he had to figure that out in a small town in the early 2000s rip buddy

they started dating for real eventually, and it was a good relationship. for the most part. by this is the fall standards, they're the best couple (the bar is in hell). diego does have some...manic pixie dream boy tendencies though, and he's hot-headed, so they would have arguments, and diego's mood could change at the drop of a hat, but they did love each other.

graduation was getting closer, and diego was trying to convince bob that the city will be great and they don't need to get married or have kids and they'll be young forever. and bob just wasn't budging. they knew the end was approaching long before it came.

they were fighting a lot leading up to the break up, but when it finally was time, it was very quiet. and sad. and defeated. they kissed one more time, and diego packed a suitcase that night and left for the city with barely anything.

now, diego is a successful art critic and knows a lot of artists and influencer types like penny pizzazz and even established celebrities. he's kind of like a socialite. when we reach the tiktok era, i'm sure he'll start doing stuff there and get a following. he gets sad and lonely sometimes.

bob and eliza own a catering company together that does pretty well. their marriage is. well it's bob and eliza. she'll get pregnant w iggy soon.

i think sometime after iggy is born they'd go on vacation and bob and diego would meet again. you all know the christmas song same old lang syne? yeah that

#i wanna make them in their college days wearing TRUE early 2000s fashion none of this rose tinted y2k trendy shit djsfkdsjfds #but i'm writing this supposed to be paying attention to zoom class shh #this is the fall: extras #ask #anon

[horsechestnut]

Lucas and Max both being Bi but realizing it because of each other...

Like Max, who grew up in San Diego and LA, knows all the lingo and has met queer people and is very aware of the LGBT movement. But who also spent years in an abusive household where her step-father didn’t approve of anyone who doesn’t fit his idea of normal, and who knows her mom already wishes she was more traditionally feminine.* And she claims she doesn’t care what they think, but supporting the movement in spite of them and being queer herself are two very different things and the latter is significantly scarier. Besides, she fell so hard and so fast for Lucas that all those fleeting crushes she had as a kid couldn’t have really meant anything.

Meanwhile Lucas has his family’s support no matter what, he knows there’s nothing he could do to lose their love. But he grew up in rural Indiana. He knows what being gay is, but that’s the extent of his knowledge. As far as he’s aware he’s never even met a queer person! And he knows he’s not gay, he’s in love with Max, so that settles that for him and he never puts any more thought into it. 

Until one day they’re hanging out and Lucas is talking about one of his teammates and just going on and on about how cool he is and Max jokingly asks “Should I be jealous?” but he laughs it off “I mean, he’s a total heartthrob, but I’m not gay so you’ve got nothing to worry about.” She rolls her eyes “You do know it’s not all or nothing, right?” Lucas blinks “What?” And Max sort of sits up and looks at him more seriously “You know you can like girls and guys right? The option isn’t just gay or not gay.” And it’s like this whole new world has opened up for him and sooner rather then later he starts to realize that, yes, he loves Max, but if she wasn’t around maybe he would also be interested in guys.

And months later they’re watching a movie, and Max starts just gushing about how much she loves the female lead (in my head the movie is Alien), and Lucas teases her about having a crush, and Max rolls her eyes “You’re the one who’s bi Sinclair, not me.” And Lucas sort of shrugs “Are you sure?” “Yes I’m sure. I’m the one who explained bisexuality to you, I think I’d know if I was bi too.” “Okay, okay,” Lucas puts his hands up “Just, you know, if you were it’d be fine.” And Max rolls her eyes again and goes back to the movie, but that small reassurance was all she needed and now that it’s in her head she can’t stop thinking about it because maybe she isn’t sure. And for the first time since she’s been old enough for it matter she’s in a situations that’s safe enough for her to explore the idea and ask questions and realize that maybe there was a reason she’d become sort of obsessed with that one Star Trek actress despite her only being in one episode.

It doesn’t change anything, they’re still head over heals for each other, but they learn more about themselves and feel more confident in their identities. 

*All comments about Max’s home life are drawn from Runaway Max. The writers of the show sort of ignored parts of the book, but it was originally intended to be canon, and these elements specifically aren’t contradicted.

#i just love the idea of Max being way more knowledgeable about queer issues #but Lucas realizes he's bi first #lumax #stranger things #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #bi max mayfield #bi lucas sinclair #also yeah I think Max would really like Star Trek #she's a nerd just like the guys she just doesn't engage with nerdy hobbies as much #And in Runaway Max she's really into science and technology #also I totally headcanon her having a crush on Ripley #which is why she maybe sort of ended up with a little crush on Nancy Wheeler #bi4bi lumax #elumax

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Week 1: Introduction

For the @encanto-extended-edition event!

I mean, would it even be me if I'm not late?

Meet Ana Julia! She's Diego's (my main OC) daughter.

Quick facts:

14 years old

Birthday May 10th

Later self-discovered bisexual

1.53 m tall

Read more about her under the cut! With some CW like child abandonment? Trauma.

Ana Julia is a 14 yo who arrives with her mother to the Encanto escaping violence. Her father dies during the attack to their town. Her mother blames her for her father's dead and their relationship breaks completely even though they were never close.

When they arrive to the Encanto she's still in survival mode, specially because her mother stops taking care of her so she has to do something to survive. She steals a lot of stuff, food mostly, so she can survive.

She's a traumatized child, she's always waiting for the moment she has to escape again, she doesn't trust the people who tries to help her, including the Madrigals. She sees their gifts as a threat so she's very cautious around them at first. She's also very angry at life.

So she wants to survive alone and her plan is to steal some chickens so they lay eggs for her. She tries to steal from Diego but Lulo stops her. After figuring out a little about her he offers her a job, kinda. She works at the farm and he will pay her and feed her. She doesn't trust Diego but she doesn't have a lot of options.

When Diego realizes her situation is worst than he first thought he basically adopts her, he gives her a place at his home, takes her as his. She doesn't accept that easily, having this trauma of being always rejected and running from everywhere. They have their ups and downs, but eventually they grow a good father - daughter relationship. She never actually changes her last name to Orozco but she's known as the Orozco kid in town.

Once she's established better she trusts the Madrigals and other friends of Diego better. She develops a crush in both Camilo and Mirabel and has her well deserved queen teenager phase, and she's very supported by her very gay new dad.

Expect more of her this month!

#encanto oc #encanto oc appreciation #encanto oc event #encanto #my art #Ana Julia OC

[adarafaelbarba]

“C’mere and rest next to me. You’ve worked hard enough today.”

Joe Velascoe (I dont know how to spell his surname)

An: this is so late – I’m so sorry 🫣❤️ Also changed it a bit 😅 Hope that’s okay ❤️

It had been a week from hell. Working on top of your toddler being sick, you’d had little time to rest.

So, when Friday rolled around, Joe dropped your son off at auntie Grace and auntie Toni’s apartment before you came home from work and started on dinner to surprise you.

The food was done by and set at the table by the time you made it home, the aroma filling your apartment.

“Amor! It smells amazing.” You claimed, smiling softly as he leant in for a welcome home kiss.

“Only the best for my wife.” He held you to him for a moment longer before letting you go. Quickly shrugging off your jacket and kicking off your shoes you ran to wash your hands so you could eat while the food was hot.

…

After dinner you set on washing the dishes, but he stopped you, telling you it could wait until the morning. “Sure, but it should be washed now while I still have energy left.” You gave him a sheepish smile, and he just shook his head.

“C’mere mi vida, and rest. You’ve worked hard enough these last couple of days.” He claimed, picking you up and carrying you to the couch.

You could only sigh, letting him do it. “You’re too good to me, amor. I would perish without you.”

That made him laugh, and dipped to kiss you softly, “Diego and I would be the one lost without you mi vida. You’re the rock in this family.”

Kissing him again you held him close for a hug. The two of you spending the rest of your night cuddling and kissing.

~~~

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Diego Hargreeves x GN!reader headcanons

Diego Hargreeves x Gn!reader

Pronouns used: none

Requested by anonymous: Hello lovely, would I be allowed to request GN reader dating Diego Hargreeves headcanons? (I love your writing so much and please take your time with this!!)

Warning⚠️: knives, accidentally cutting himself, almost getting your shit rocked by Viktor, not beta read because my beta readers are fucking sleeping (the nerve).

Reblogs>likes

(a/n: I've been Violently Sick for the passed few days and I'm in so much pain and the only thing I can do is lay in bed so I was like “might as well do some request”)

He's a bisexual and I stand by that.

He's never really been the dating type so he's a little lost when you first start your relationship

He took you axe throwing as a date once, just to see if you'd like it. Now you go at least twice a month (it’s y'all thing)

Watching him play with knives and him trying to do an advanced trick to impress you but ends up hurting himself.

Like almost cutting his fingers off.

But it's just a scratch, he's okay.

Make him move in with you, anything is better than a hot ass, sweaty, gym boiler room.

Never had any kind of casually intimate relationship. Like he's never had someone who just loved him for no other reason than just “because I do”

He's scared of you leaving him, he doesn't show it often, but honestly every relationship he's had ended in some kind of tragedy.

More specifically Patch.

You didn't know about Patch until later in your relationship. He was destroyed by her death. Which only really hit him after he helped save the world (and universe, and multiverse etc..).

Okay moving on from the sad.

He's not a morning person and it’s your fault.

Years of training, a lifetime of waking up at the crack of dawn… Ruined.

Because of you and your “just a few more hours baby, I’m tired”

Sleeps in with you one time and he’s a different man.

He can sleep until noon.

He will force you to stay in bed with him, arm and legs fully locked around your body with the intention of keeping you in bed.

If you’re Strong, then you're just gonna have to carry the bastard on your back as you get ready because he’s not letting go.

If you’re not, rip.

He’s always cold, like all the damn time. Non-stop freezing.

He gonna put his little cold hands on you

And his cold everything else.

And you’re going to suffer.

He does it out of love though.

Get him a nice knife, even if it’s purely decorative and just made to sit and look pretty on a shelf, get him one.

He loves it, even if he can’t use it.

We know he likes to dance, but he doesn’t like dancing in front of people.

So you’re gonna have to do a fucked up dance in front of him first because one thing he’s not fucking doing is opening that floodgate on his own.

Once he’s comfortable and has established that he can do his dorky little dances in front of you he’s ready for marriage.

Like he’s walking down the aisle the moment he sees the acceptance in your eyes.

Honestly and truly your biggest simp.

He thinks you’re so hot.

Whether you're the type of person that just dresses nicely every day and just looks amazing all the damn time.

Or you only get dressed up for special occasions and are in you pajamas any other time he doesn’t give a FUCK.

Dates are weird.

Depending on which season this takes place in he’s either 1) a vigilante, 2) a mental hospital escapee, 3) being hunted by the Sparrows, or 4) whatever fuckery Reggie has set up to keep his children from living normally in the Hargreeves capitalist utopia.

So…ya know. Regular dates might be a little difficult. But stay at home date are always an option.

Cooking together, watching movies, cuddling. The whole 9 yards for him.

He Refuses to introduce you to his family. Not because he doesn’t want you meeting them, it’s just he has a feeling that somebody (Klaus) will have some very embarrassing things to say about him.

That’s okay tho, Klaus let himself into your house once after finding out Diego lives there and embarrassed him anyways.

The rest of the family was honestly super easy after that.

Except for Viktor.

Turns out, he’s very protective of his family and will Beat Your Ass for his brother.

Luckily, he approves.

Idk what else to say so uuuuhhhh….

He loves you and you have changed his life for the better. He can’t imagine a life without you and he doesn’t want to. He just loves you so much.

#x gn reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves headcanons #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #fanfiction

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Throwback Fic Week: tell my father (this is my life)

Next up: tell my father (this is my life).

Is it cheating if I post the combined fic for an entire series? Maybe. But this is my account and I do what I want. 

Welcome to my Season 1, Episode 9 Umbrella Academy AU in which Ben convinced Klaus to fight to let Vanya out of the cell in the basement. The AU is entirely focused on exploring these kids’ trauma and their healing processes, while also casually exploring their queer indentities. Each fic/chapter was focused on a different character, exploring their backstories and also their lives living together, sorting through old hurts while learning how to heal together. Also, almost every character is queer, and it was fun to explore not just Vanya and Klaus being bisexual, but Diego’s transgender identity, Five and Alison’s asexual identity, and Luther’s aromanticism through the lens of their trauma and how that intersects with both their experiences growing up under Hargreeves and them trying to make an identity for themselves. I also took the first season’s establishment of Klaus’ powers and brought back Patch, Ben, and Dave because I could. Also, it somehow developed a tiny plot in which I sort of predicted that Season 2 would open up the possibility of an eighth sibling- though, in my case, it was an evil sibling who happens to be Jack the Ripper and who joined the Agency.

Excerpt:

"Five's so small," Allison says quietly, "He's so old, but he's so small," and Diego nods. He understands. Dear god, he understands.

"He's our brother," Diego says, "And he's gone through as much shit as we have, and then some."

Allison nods. "And we weren't there for most of it."

Diego thinks about all the shit that they've all gone through that none of them supported each other through. Vanya being excluded and verbally abused, Klaus' drug addiction, Allison's divorce, Luther's years on the moon, Diego's time on the force and his transition process, Ben's death. Five's gone through a lot more shit, but they've all been alone and driven apart in their own ways. "I think most of us have gone through some shit that the others weren't there for. But now- now, we can help him heal."

Allison fixes him with a steady gaze, and Diego doesn't flinch.

She looks so old and yet so young at the same time. The scar on her neck is still rather dark and there are crows' feet around the edges of her eyes that weren't there the last time he saw her before Dad's funeral, six years ago at Ben's funeral. She's so mature, now, in a way she never was before. He wonders if it has to do with Claire or has to do with the fact that she's stopped using her powers, or if it's something of a mix of the two.

Diego wonders what she sees when she looks at him, if she sees the little boy straining to make the world see him for who he really was, bullying and scraping and pleading to get his way, or if she sees a half-broken man who's spent his whole adulthood clinging to the lies of superheroes he was told as a child.

"The three of us should really go grab dinner sometime soon," she eventually says, and Diego grins.

#umbrella academy #canon divergence #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreaves #alison hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #dave x klaus #diego x eudora patch #dave katz #eudora patch #trans diego hargreeves #bisexual vanya hargreeves #asexual five hargreeves #asexual allison hargreeves #fix-it #fanfic #aletterinthenameofsanity #my fics #ao3 #throwback week 2024

[barreloftears]

𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙 𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖘

barrett olivares is based on barrel from the nightmare before christmas. he is a 25 year old cursed human, moonlight casino employee, and uses he/him pronouns. he has the power of temporary reanimation.

penned by HARPER

reflection

face claim: diego tinoco sexuality: bisexual height: 5'9" eye color: dark brown hair color: black piercings: ear lobes tattoos: snake on his forearm , mother & sister's death date in roman numerals on right collarbone.

attitude

positive traits: disciplined, resourceful, playful, private, industrious, bold negative traits: compulsive, devious, impatient, mischievous, paranoid, subservent likes: really loud music, horror movies, violence, cracking jokes at inappropriate times, the color black, pranks, meaningless sex, rooting for sports he knows nothing about, the smell of permanent markers dislikes: belts, the ocean, the sound of a door slamming, creaky floorboards, bright colors, talking about the past, the l-word, nightmares, when it's way too hot out, political figures phobias: thalassophobia - fear of the ocean or large bodies of water hobbies: breaking the law, loitering in the casino, trying to learn how to gamble but not being able to make sense of it, spending way too much time with temporary suitors and booze, sketching, trying to bring road kill back to life, trying desperately to forget the past but never being able to let go of it simultaneously, latching onto shona & luis. aesthetic: the sound of fist meeting drywall, the crack of a leather belt, wanting to understand love but not knowing where to start, an empty graveyard clouded by thick mist, black converse with blood-stained canvas, worn leather clubs, the sharpening of a knife against a piece of loose asphalt, manic laughter that echos down a dark alley, the sound of a dripping sink that won't stop fucking dripping

relations

mother:  daniela oliveras ( deceased ) father: matías oliveras ( deceased ) sibling(s): luciana oliveras ( deceased )

headcanons

barrett still hasn’t been able to fully process the trauma he had endured as a child, not yet seeing it as trauma but seeing it as his experience of NORMAL. he didn’t feel the need to tell other people about it, but hearing about the childhoods of other’s did lead to him questioning his own.

the man can often been seen engaging with violence simply to try and make sense of it. what was violence FOR ?? what purpose did it serve ?? did it represent love or a lack of it ?? 

he is beyond easy to manipulate, and a lot of that stems from the fact that he learned that not showing discipline results in consequence. that isn’t to say he isn’t notorious for breaking a law or two, but that is heavily because he operates doing what others tell him to… even if it isn’t legal. if they tell him to jump, he’ll say how high or… off what elevated surface. 

when the temptation to disobey orders passes through him, he is met with violent flashbacks of punishment he was faced with when he was younger, and so he prefers to simply take instructions and not question them. not out loud, at least. 

barrett doesn’t see love as something that should be desired, or sought out for, opting instead to question it when it’s presented and not trust it when it’s mentioned. he doesn’t understand it. if what his parents shared was love, why did his father do what he did ?? 

barrett can often be found binging horror movies in his free time, engaging with violence in a passive way to try and see if it’s the violence that bothers him or who inflicts it. nothing makes his skin pebble with goosebumps quite like the memories of his father… and he has yet to find a horror movie that truly spooks him.

luis and shona, though often the ones bossing him around, are two individuals that barrett would do anything for. cut off a finger? sure. rob a bank? okay. go to the ends of the earth? in record time. he has already lost one family, even if it was a broken one… he would be damned if it were to happen to him again.

barrett does not wear belts, and even the innocent removal of one is enough to send a crippling anxiety he couldn’t seem to shake pulsing through him. he opted to knot shoelaces around his waist to keep his pants up if absolutely necessary, often leaving him without ties for his shoes.

the man will happily busy himself with sex and booze and laughter in order to distract himself from the impending doom a moment of self-reflection would bring him, opting to cozy into the comfort of oblivion instead of focusing on the damage his memories always seemed to bring him.

barrett is terrified of large bodies of water — he will not walk within viewing distance of a lake or even a stream, the babbling of the smallest creek enough to make him lash out in terror. even a picture of one is enough to have him crawling into his shell. 

his reanimation talent is one he practices often, but he keeps it primarily to himself… unless he’s pulling a prank on someone to get some sort of distracting amusement out of them. outside of luis and shona, no one knows about the talents he possesses. or…. anything about him at all, for that matter.

#& intro #child abuse tw #abuse tw #ptsd tw

[lowresolutioncryptid]

idk guys I have a lot of weird feelings about seeing y’all reblog frida khalo. I kinda get it from the perspective that she’s a good artist and a “”bisexual icon”” or whatever… BUT

she was a nazi sympathizer!!!!

There’s pictures of her and diego (who was an active antisemite) seated civilly at a dinner table with known nazis and antisemites, and I see next to no acknowledgement from her fans of this.

Idk it just seems like you lot want to keep your favs and put certain aspects of their marginalized identities on an untouchable pedestal and then just ignore all their bad qualities, and in that process you’re throwing Jewish people under the bus and essentially showing us that you don’t care if your favs see us as less than human.

I used to love Friday’s art. I saw her exhibition at the MOMA when I was still in high school and at the time, before I knew about her antisemitism, it was awesome. Not anymore. Maybe it’s just me but after becoming an adult and learning about famous artists bigotry it puts a completely different feeling into their work. I personally cannot and am unwilling to “separate art from artist”.

When I learned Salvador Dali was an adamant supporter of fascism, I stopped seeing his art the same. When I learned about Pablo picasso’s “fascination” with the rvpe and abuse of women, I stopped seeing his art the same. I really really wish y’all would hold female artists to the same standard. Women are not saints incapable of doing wrong!!

Maybe you weren’t aware before like how I was and that’s ok! Ignorance is remediable, but apathy is not. Once you open that can of worms, the knowledge that famous people are literally just people with harmful beliefs, biases, ulterior motives, flaws etc, you cannot close it. The world will indeed look different once you see it for what it is. And you can keep wearing the rose-tinted glasses or decide to do something different.

peace & love

#frida kahlo #frida Kahlo nazi sympathizer #antisemitism cw #art history #salvador dali #Salvador Dali fascist #pablo picasso #Pablo Picasso misogynist #anti semitism #ww2 #wwii #art vs artist #rape ment #abuse ment

[tomsgreg]

I posted 13,041 times in 2022

That's 11,901 more posts than 2021!

443 posts created (3%)

12,598 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,457 of my posts in 2022

#sam rants - 275 posts

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#umbrella academy spoilers - 76 posts

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#degrassi - 65 posts

#degrassi the next generation - 53 posts

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#to ‘idk i just don’t feel like a real person. like i don’t have a right to my feelings’ ‘you shouldn’t have to feel that way. if you need

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I really hope I articulate this thought right because it’s been occupying my head since 7 this morning. Okay so we all know about the screen cap of five in his fresh new fit, right? I was thinking about how even if he’s doing some kind of recon, the change of clothes themselves isn’t THAT important plot wise. Five changing his clothes is more his own development. Finding himself outside of the trauma from being a child soldier/lone survivor/assassin. Then I remembered how people have been saying his sunglasses reminded them of Klaus’s and then I realized. The rest of his outfit is a flannel, cargo pants, and combat boots. It’s almost as if he was rummaging through his siblings’ hand me downs to be honest (esp the flannel from Viktor). Here’s the part that’s had me foaming at the mouth: He could be, consciously or not, emulating his siblings through his clothing choices because even if he doesn’t know who he is, Five knows he’d kill and die for his family, so when he’s finding himself he’s tying himself to this one thing he DOES know about himself, his love for his brothers and sister.

590 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

I love calling “straight” characters bisexual. Who’s gonna stop me? Certainly not them. They’re bisexual.

655 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#3

Diego trying to get Stan to leave the hotel:

1,003 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#2

If I were a writer for The Umbrella Academy, I’d include a scene where Luther keeps messing up tying his shoes while Five is in the same room doing some crazy complex math and when Five pauses to think of the answer Luther chimes in with it before Five has a chance to reach the answer himself. Then Luther fixes his shoes and he walks out of the room leaving Five and the audience to remember how SMART Luther is. Luther is high intelligence with little to no common sense. He’s a himbo but he’s not Stupid. In this essay I will-

1,082 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay but how funny would it be if all the other Umbrellas turned out perfectly normal in this timeline but Five is still absolutely unhinged except now he has no reason to be. He’s just a lil crazy. Definitely bit people as a child vibes.

3,886 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

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[astie-hearts21]

(I think you like it😅)

HPHM MC Profile

Name: Asteria Hearts

Nickname: Astie, Teri, Ria (it is rarely so called), Pip (by Jacob), "My Little Star" (by her date🤭),

Birth Date: Feb. 6, 1973

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Blood-status: Half-blood

Ethnicity: Half English, half French

Nationality:British

| Appearance |

Height: 165cm

Weight: 50 kg

Hair: Short, light brown, cascading (6-7 year)

(Long, light brown, wavy, tied in a ponytail (1-6 year, before)

Eyes: Green

Skin Tone: Light

Body Modifications: she has a big eyes

| At Hogwarts |

House: Ravenclaw

Year: 7 (graduates soon)

Her first wand:Hornbeam wand, dragon heartstring core, 11 inches

Her second wand:Redwood wand, unicorn hair core, 11 inches

Favorite Class: Charms, Divination, Astronomy, Muggle Studies and Flying

Not Favorite Class:Potions

Amortensia:sweets and frowers

Club: Hippogriff

Quidditch: Chaser

Boggart: A black silhouette that tells her that she is doing everything wrong

Patronus: a Spot Hare

Animagus: an eagle

Pets: a Bat and a Jackalope

| Relationship |

Best Friends:

Rowan Khanna, Ben Copper...Corey Hayden

Friends:Penny Haywood, Tulip Karasu, Charlie Weasley, Andre Egwu, Badeea Ali, Barnaby Lee, Liz Tuttle, Nymphadora Tonks, Chiara Lobosca, Jae Kim, Diego Caplan.

Rivals:Merula Snyde, Victor Ketsueki,

Non-NPC friends:

@raccoon-lair (Keira Richardson)

Love interest: Talbott Winger

| Random facts |

Asteria was named after the star deity of ancient Greek mythology

She is bisexual

She a sweetooth, but she also likes sweets with blood (she don't know why)

Asteria is afraid of spiders, but that didn't stop her from fighting the Acromantula

She likes to listen to the band "The Weird sisters" And Celestine Warbeck

Her favorite location is a Lake Shore

In first year, she was teased because of her big eyes, so she wore glasses to hide it

Her favorite accessories are earrings in the form of stars

She can sing and she would like to participate in some events but she is graduating soon...

She carries and treasures Talbott's gifts like treasures

(I think that's it, I'm sorry😅)

#harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #hphm #asteria hearts #my mc #art

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Dawn of a New Day

On a simple morning after the mission, Natasha mentioning going to pride causes a spiral that makes Maverick realise a few things about Goose and Carole.

Words: 3307

Demiboy Goose and Fanboy, Demigirl Carole. Fanboy uses he/they pronouns in this. Also mentions goose x slider.

Late morning had set in around the hangar. Most of the crew, both teams, were milling around either fixing things, staring at things or continuing their mario kart tournament from their last day off.

Phoenix rolled her eyes as Rooster beat Hangman for the fifth time in a row. Hangman collapsed against the sofa in mock anger, or real anger, they weren't sure. She raised her eyebrows and got up, announcing something to the group.

"Did you know San Diego Pride is next weekend?" She looked down at her phone again. "We could get the time off? I haven't been to pride in ages."

Bob, who'd managed to make himself invisible to the group again, said, "I've never been to pride," he placed his hands over his ears. "Too loud."

"We could go," she suggested. "All of us? With earplugs in."

The group pondered it, checked their calendars and began to plan. Bob seemed more up to the idea when Phoenix assured that she would stay at the sides with him for however long he wanted to. 

Mav emerged from his trailer with a fresh cup of coffee. They'd stayed up late educating him about video games. They all managed to still be up bright and early but his old bones needed a little time to recover.

"You kids have fun," he said, having overheard them.

Rooster placed down his controller and turned to Mav. He had the same look Goose would give him whenever he did something stupid. It gave him shivers.

"You're coming with us, you know that right?"

He placed down his coffee. They were all looking at him expectantly. But he didn't want to impede on their time to experience their lives. He'd had his youth and didn’t want to take up time they couldn't get back. However, that could also be his excuse for feeling apprehensive about having a family again.

"You don't want me there," he laughed.

"Yeah, we do," Phoenix said.

The room got hotter. He was never open about this kind of stuff, not with anyone but Goose, Carole, Ice and Slider. He knew he'd have to tell Penny eventually and he knew she’d be fully on board with his bisexuality. But his sentimental nature stayed true even when it came to his sexuality, the prejudice of the Navy in the eighties still clung to him like smoke.

"Even if you're just there as an ally, I've seen plenty of people there giving dad hugs to people whose parents didn't accept them," She said. "You really should come, Mav."

"What's an ally, again?"

The group laughed. Was he really that out of touch? When he was young there were two options, three at a stretch. Now there were so many words for things. He loved that, loved that people could find themselves and feel the warm embrace of validation. But he didn't even know where to start. Perhaps this was his chance.

"Someone who's not LGBT but is supportive,"

"Shouldn't that just be everyone?"

More laughter from the group. 

Hangman spoke up, "Yeah, but people don't like to hear that."

He hummed and took a sip of his coffee. Times had changed so much. He felt like a dinosaur.

"Okay, I'll go, but I'll need your educating before we do, I don't want to say the wrong thing and hurt someone,"

Their faces went soft. The group shuffled and collected around him. Their eyes bored into his head. He took a long sip of his coffee and settled his gaze between Phoenix and Rooster.

"What do you know?"

"Well, there's gay, when you like the same gender as you, there's lesbian, which is when a woman likes another woman," he stopped himself. "But I saw something about that being just not men liking women, so I'm not sure?"

No comments. That had to be a good sign.

"I know the term bisexual well, I would do, I've known I am bisexual since 1980." He looked at Rooster. "So did your parents."

He opened and closed his mouth. Mav knew Rooster had history with Hangman, and something with Phoenix. But given their long break from each other, he didn't feel it was right to ask about that department yet.

"I always knew mum liked Dolores O'Riordan from the Cranberries a little too much to just admire her singing," Rooster joked.

Mav continued, "I know that people can not identify as what they were given when they were born," he scanned the room. "And that's called transgender, right?"

Collective nods gave him a glowy feeling.

"But that's it." He added.

"Well, you know the iconic letters," Phoenix said. "But there's some things you missed."

She shuffled forward. Phoenix took the lead often. She had a calm atmosphere but was also stern when the time called for it.

She explained more terms to him, with others pitching in with their own takes or explaining more themselves. He found that Hangman was pansexual, that Halo was a lesbian, that Phoenix was asexual, and his suspicions about Rooster being bisexual were confirmed.

Mav had finished his coffee. The group lay around on the various rugs as he got his head around all the new information.

"And there's more than one gender?" 

More agreement. His head was spinning with all the new information but he wouldn't have it any other way. He saw how their faces lit up the more questions he asked, the more he understood and encouraged.

"Well, society makes man and woman so separate, it only makes sense that there's a lot of things in between," Fanboy explained. "Kind of like cheese."

Finally, their attention drew away from Maverick. Payback shuffled to Fanboy with a cocked eyebrow.

"Cheese?"

"Yeah, there's mozzarella on one end, and halloumi on the other but there's a load in between and some that aren't even between, they're their own thing and some are similar in flavour to halloumi but are also close to mozzarella in a different way, you know?"

Payback was the only one to reply, "Have I been hanging around you too much or did that make perfect sense?"

Phoenix laughed and collapsed backwards, leaning on Bob's legs, "No that does make sense."

"I would know, I think I'm the only person under the non binary spectrum here," 

"So that's what the in-between is called?"

Fanboy nodded, "Yeah, I identify as a demiboy."

"Demiboy?"

"Yeah, I only partially identify as a guy, sometimes I feel like something else entirely," his voice went quiet. "It took me a while to figure it out but I got there."

Mav tried to listen but the sound of his pounding heart filled his ears. Everything went distant as he was transported thirty-seven years into the past. His head began to swim. They all sounded far away.

"Mav?" 

It was Rooster. He looked at him and saw Goose. His voice was so similar.

"Mav? You okay?"

He took a few deep breaths. They all looked so concerned.

"I didn't know there was a word for it," he mumbled.

Rooster approached him slowly, laying a hand on his shoulder with care, "Did we help you figure something out?"

He shook his head. He met Rooster's eyes but all he could see was Goose. Goose's quivering lip and tears, his uncomfort when Admirals told him to man up or at the culture of hyper-masculinity he was surrounded by at all times, the comfort he found in Carole's arms.

"Not me, your dad."

Rooster stepped back a few steps. His concern changed to shock. Should he be telling him this at all?

"There wasn't a word for it back then, I mean, we felt rare for all being bisexual," he looked at his lap. "I had some bad experiences just because of that, girls not wanting to be with me because I'd been with guys, guys not wanting to be with me because I'd been with girls,"

"But your dad, well apart from admitting he had a thing with Slider back in high school-"

Rooster was even more shocked. Someone spat out their drink, it was Bob.

"Wasn't he Admiral Kazansky's backseater?" Bob exclaimed.

"Uncle Slider?"

Mav scratched the back of his head. He seemed to be admitting too many things for one conversation.

"They both ran track in high school, both had their sights on being Naval Aviators, I think at one point he planned to be Slider's RIO, before they both became RIOs themselves." He decided to just admit everything, Bradley always wanted to know his dad, this was part of him. "They were horny teenagers in southern America in the seventies, they didn't have a lot of options and wanted to explore things."

He gulped, probably needing another coffee, or something stronger.

"Anyway, your dad had his own struggles he was dealing with," he then added. "Your mum too."

Rooster mouthed the words 'my mum' as Mav carried on. He sat down next to the sofa. They were all looking up at him like children wanting a story.

"I should do this properly, give me a second,"

He hurried off to where he kept all his memorabilia of the past. Deep in a box somewhere was a polaroid he was looking to find. And after a few minutes, he found it. 

Returning to his seat, he stroked their young faces. Carole wore one of Mav’s white t-shirts, his aviation jacket and sunglasses with his cocky grin on her face. Mav wore one of Goose's obnoxiously bright shirts with a fake moustache to boot. And Goose wore a red floral, strappy dress with white tennis shoes on, holding Bradley in a pumpkin outfit close to his chest. 

"It was Halloween, 1982, you were almost 4 months old," he said, looking at Bradley. "We managed to get the time off to visit your mum in Texas and decided to take you trick or treating, although with you still being breastfed, I don't know how much of the candy you could’ve actually eaten."

A laugh rippled through the small crowd.

"And we decided to go as each other, Carole was me, I was Goose, and Goose was your mother," 

He gave him the polaroid. For a moment, he took in his expression as he gazed at the faces he'd probably started to forget, he had and he hated it.

"Of course you were in the obligatory baby pumpkin outfit,"

Hangman snatched the photo from him, "Wow, you really pulled off that pumpkin well, Rooster, you still got it?"

Rooster gave him a deadpan laugh and yanked the photo out of his hand. He handed it to the rest of the group and looked at Mav to carry on.

"Anyway, your dad got some comments, with it being Texas in the eighties, people gave him looks and told him he was a guy and shouldn't be wearing a dress, of course he just said back that he wasn’t a guy," he gazed into the middle distance. "I guess I should've known it wasn't just a joke."

Bob handed the picture back to him. He looked back at Goose. There was a look of satisfaction on his face, like he was happy to have an excuse not to behave like the macho guy the Navy expected him to be. He should've realised sooner. So many what ifs.

"Then, a few days later, Goose had gone for a shower but it had been way too long, so Carole and I went to check up on him." He clutched the wrinkled photo tighter in his hand. "He'd been acting off for a few days, he almost didn't go to church, which he never did"

"And we walk in and he's holding the same dress he wore for Halloween in front of him, when he saw us he immediately dropped it like it was on fire, looked like we'd caught him with a dead body or something,"

He remembered the look of absolute shock on his face. Guilt flushed high on his cheeks. He hadn't been able to meet their eyes nor look at himself in the mirror.

"Carole made some joke, something like 'Halloween ended a few days ago', but immediately took it back when she saw how heartbroken he looked. She asked him what was wrong, comforting him and encouraging him to tell us but it was like there was a mental block stopping him,"

He could see how Carole caressed his arms and face now. Their love was so strong. It always broke his heart to think about.

"He started apologising, said it wouldn't happen again and that we should all forget about it but we both insisted he talk about it," he said. "We made sure he knew we weren't judging or hated him, we just wanted to understand"

"So he started to cry as he talked about how he realised he sometimes didn't feel like a guy but didn't want to be a woman either. He always put it down to growing up in the seventies where men had thick chest hair and low buttoned shirts and were really sexual when he had pale blond hair all over and liked his shirts buttoned up a lot more than all the big heart throbs did."

Fanboy had shuffled closer now. His eyes glimmered with understanding. They looked entranced by Goose's story, his face glowing but also slightly sad in a way that could only come from feeling the same feelings as Goose had.

"And then when that didn’t work, he said he explained it to himself as navy guys being all defined abs, strong jaws, high cheekbones, you were expected to be thick with muscle and have so much testosterone they could smell it on you,"

He scanned the room. How times had changed. Yes, most of them were muscular but there was less of a stigma now. And when his eyes landed on Phoenix, he smiled.

"But he met me, and Cougar and Merlin and so many others that also didn't fit the mold and he sorta ran out of excuses," 

That Halloween had been magical. They had a home together, at last, and were getting to do normal things together. It meant so much to Maverick. He couldn’t put it into words but those days with Goose and Carole had made him know what a home felt like. 

"We asked him what he meant, what he felt like if it wasn't just him being insecure with his masculinity," he looked at Fanboy again. "He said that some days he felt like a guy, but others he just didn't. He didn't feel strong or cold or durable or protective enough to be a guy."

Fanboy nodded, "I get what he was on about, sometimes things just feel soupy, like one day you're solid like ice, but there are days when you feel like water when everyone's telling you that there's only ice and water vapour, but there's no one there to explain it to."

Maverick smiled at him. He often wished Goose was here with him, even as a ghost. Because he knew he'd have that wonderful smile of his on his face upon hearing that what he felt was real.

"That does sound like what he was trying to say," he said. "By this point, things had calmed down, Goose felt a little bit less like talking down an anxious dog and more like having a normal conversation again.".

He closed his eyes, "If I remember correctly we'd sat down by this point, he was telling us how there were some days when naval life really grated on him. Every time he got told to man up or that he wasn’t manly enough or got called a pussy for not being hyper-masculine like he was expected to made him want to be sick and tear his skin off." He sighed. "I don't know how he survived it sometimes."

He opened his eyes again and turned his gaze to Carole. 

"Then your mum decided to surprise us too."

Rooster's face had settled into shock, he must have appreciated him mentioning it before. He didn't know how much he knew about his parents, how close he felt or how much he missed them. They'd fallen so out of touch that he sometimes felt that he didn't know him at all.

"She went all shy and bashful and started talking about how she felt the same but in terms of being a woman, how even when she was pregnant with you-" he met eyes with Rooster again. "She didn't feel entirely like a woman, she just didn't think about it a lot, thought it was insecurities but hearing what Goose said made her realise that she wasn't just kidding herself."

He could see Carole in Rooster's face. He may look like his dad but he behaved in a weird combination of himself and his mum. When he was irritated, his nose scrunched like hers. His eyes glimmered with her sparkle, he saw her in his smile and could feel her ghost in his hugs. She’d raised him so well.

"But from there, we were stumped, we had no idea if there was a word for what they were feeling." He gestured vaguely outwards. "I think they were just glad to know they weren't making it up."

Just as Fanboy went to speak up, Mav thought of something else from that night. He felt sick when he realised his memories were fading. He was glad that Goose and Carole took so many photos when they were alive.

"But then Goose says that the only way he could put it into words was 'I feel more goose than guy', so that's what we went with, more goose than guy, more goose than gal," he said.

His smile returned, "I know it sounds stupid but it worked, because Goose couldn't be open about those feelings ok deployments and Carole knew the dangers living in Texas brought."

The group laughed too. He looked at Fanboy again. They were the only one with the same heartbroken understanding that Carole had when Goose opened up about his feelings to her. Maverick always tried to but knew he couldn't understand the intricacies of gender that they had.

"Well, it sounds like Carole was a demigirl," Fanboy said. "But you can't really say because-"

"We can't ask them."

The mood soured again. Maverick sighed. There was so much he wanted Goose and Carole to know about. 

"But they'd be happy to know it’s a thing," he mulled. "I'll have to tell them next time I'm in Texas."

He bowed his head. The others rustled around him. The conversation felt over, it had been harder than he thought it would be, but Fanboy spoke up again.

"Well, there's been non binary people for centuries," he shifted his gaze between Rooster and Maverick. "They're not alone, never were."

Rooster breathed a thank you. His eyes were full of tears.

"They would've liked you," Maverick said to Fanboy.

He scanned the room, noticing their forlorn faces, "They would've liked all of you."

He held back a sob. In moments like this, not the quiet ones in the middle of the night, but the warm ones, he truly felt the ache of their loss. He could live without them, he’d had to, but he still wanted them back. Sometimes he wished he could see ghosts.

Snapping out of his trance, he noticed Rooster approaching him. He jiggled him by the shoulder.

"Come on, old man, enough sadness," he let himself be pulled to the sofa. "You're playing against me in this mario kart tournament."

Maverick chuckled and dropped the pictures he held in his hand. Yet, Goose and Carole's faces stayed eternally happy. Both happy in the comfort of truly being able to express who they were.

I've had this idea for a while and am so glad to get it finished. I hope I portrayed demigenders right, I did do some research beforehand but am not a demigender. I really liked the line "clung to him like smoke". I hope you enjoyed this!

#nick bradshaw #carole bradshaw #pete mitchell #bradley bradshaw #natasha trace #jake seresin #bob floyd #reuben fitch #mickey garcia #goosecarole #demiboy goose #demiboy fanboy #demigirl carole #bear writes #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #dagger squad #fluff

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FAIZAN MIRZA on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the age 39 YEAR OLD looks like RIZ AHMED, but i don’t really see it. while  the CEO is known for being GALANT my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be CONTROLLING. i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song FIVE MORE MINUTES –– JONAS BROTHERS

  BASIC INFORMATION:

name: faizan ali mirza. nicknames: fai. pronouns: he/him. gender: cis man. age: thirty - nine. date of birth: june 28th, ‘83. place of birth: london, england. astrological sign: cancer. orientation: bisexual.

APPEARANCE:

height: five foot eight. hair colour: black. eye colour: brown. wardrobe style: smart casual , lots of muted colours , button ups , etc. tattoos: none. piercings: none.

HEALTH:

physical ailments: n/a. mental ailments: n/a. alcohol use: socially. drug use: cocaine, socially. addictions: none.

PERSONALITY:

positive traits: meticulous, galant, centred. negative traits: controlling, obsessive, detached. mbti: ENTJ-T.

ACTIVITIES & SKILLS:

skills: coding, web design, public speaking, leadership. weaknesses: taking accountability, patience. languages spoken: english, urdu.

FAMILY:

father: ali mirza ( alive, sixty - one ) mother: harpreet bajwa mirza ( alive , fifty - nine ) younger sister: tbd mirza ( alive, between 21 - 24 ) pets: pumpkin ( hognose snake , 2 )

BACKGROUND

faizan was born on south london , to young parents ali and harpreet mirza. ali sold computers and harpreet was a stay - at - home mother. ali was a born salesman and was soon offered a new job in ontario when faizan was three. from that moment on , they didn't stay in the same place for more than two years at a time. from ontario , they moved to san diego , then to cape town , new delhi , new york city , canberra , islamabad , and eventually when faizan was close to finishing high school ... they settled in san jose , close to silicon valley , because harpreet was pregnant again.

for a while , bitterness towards his little sister remained. anger that his family had settled when they had her , but not for him. as she grew up , he did his best to avoid her. he begrudgingly babysat , doing just enough not to put her in harms' way , but little enough for his parents not to want to get him to do it again. eventually. they stopped asking. instead of babysitting , he spent his evenings in the local board game cafes or at lan parties. he took lessons in how to code , visiting the company his father had risen up in rank , now deputy director of sales , learning from the programmers there and eventually going to college to study business. every weekend , however , he was developing games , coding with friends , making them small websites , and generally keeping himself entertained.

when he finished university , he went and worked for the same company his father worked for. he worked there for three years before he had to get out of there and get some distance from his family. while he'd been at university , he'd gotten over the despise for his sister , but being so close to his family was driving him up the wall. he started his own company , building websites and applications for large businesses and began making a name for himself. soon , he was getting offers from google , facebook , twitter. he worked for google for a while , but eventually was drawn back to his own business. wallet overflowed and he was often found among the hollywood elite. 

then , he met someone who genuinely inspired him. he'd made applications and websites before , mostly for others , though some of his own and they all had decent success. meeting juliette arias , hearing her story , falling in love , it gave him purpose. he created onlyfans in 2021 , creating it for the purpose of providing a safe space for creators of all content to be paid for their work and have safeguarding in place. from the minute he created the website , he knew what people would use it for , though he marketed it as a website for all kinds of creators to show their craft and get paid fairly. he's gotten quite a bit of heat since and been catapulted into stardom , showing up in talk shows , podcasts , interviews and even being invited for cameos in films and red carpets. with the money rolling in ... he'll take it happily.

#hillzhqsintro #* ☆ faizan mirza. | muse.