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astaraels · 11 days

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so I know I'm in the no galladads side of the fandom but hear me out on this one—

so it's maybe five years after the end of the show, Ian and Mickey are still going with their security business, maybe they've even branched out and hired some extra help, making good money, swapped out the stolen ambulance for actual SUVs that Debbie has fixed up for them, and they've maybe even bought a house back on the South Side with a dog and a cat and they're close to all of Ian's siblings (Debbie and Carl and Liam all still live in the old Gallagher house, Lip and Tammi are a few blocks over)

and one day they're on a lunch break together, leaving some diner when some rando kid bumps into Ian, turns out it was a pickpocket, and Mickey takes off after the jerk who tried to steal from his husband (he may not be a South Side thug anymore but like hell is he gonna let that shit slide)

he knocks the pickpocket over and it's some kid, like thirteen or fourteen with bright pink streaks in her dark hair and fierce brown eyes, and Mickey is like wtf kid do you wanna die

and the kid is like oh fuck you, very much an angry kitten type because she's definitely a scrawny thing—by this time Ian's caught up to them and his bleeding heart is like look if you give me my wallet back I'll buy you lunch (Mickey complains that "we just ate, Gallagher" but Ian insists)

so they either go back to the diner or find some McDonald's and this kid practically inhales some burgers and fries, and both Mickey and Ian know the look of a kid on the streets, but she's giving off those vibes that say don't touch me don't talk to me don't fucking perceive me

but Ian probably sees something like Mickey, and Mandy, in this girl and we all know he wants to help people, so he asks her if she's okay or if she needs anything, and even though he can feel Mickey starting to grumble next to him Ian still offers her their couch to crash on after she mentions getting kicked out of a salvation army shelter because they found out she was trans

and after some very intense eye to eye communication between the husband Mickey's like okay yeah fine but if one thing is outta place in the house then we're gonna have words

and the girl—they find out her name is Starr, or something like that—is like wtf why are you people being nice (they understand the suspicion, obvs, they aren't stupid), and Ian's like uhhhh we're gay and we've gone through some shit of our own so maybe we just wanna help?? (although he does notice she relaxes a little bit when he tells her that they're gay)

so they drive back home and Starr is absolutely enamored by the gallapets (a beautiful fluffy black cat and a big pittie mix, both of these animals are Ian and Mickey's baby girls), while Ian fixes up the spare bedroom with fresh sheets—usually it's where Franny or Fred stay when they come for weekend visits

and at first Starr is like okay yeah I'll stay one night but then I gotta go, and somehow it ends up that one night turns into two, then Ian and Mickey come home one afternoon and the house looks amazing because Starr is like "yeah your place was a fucking mess so I figured I'd clean" because she's not a freeloader gdi

and before they know it she's been there for a few weeks and Ian's trying to help get her back in school, because one night they were sitting around and talking and she offhandedly said that she does kinda miss school but the last place she went they were assholes about her transition, and Mickey is like just do that homeschooling course thing that maybe Tammi talked about one of her bougie friends doing for their kids

and then it's been a month or two and they bring Starr to a Gallagher family get together—Debbie hosts the family at the house at least twice a month, but everyone's been super busy lately so it's been a while since the last family dinner—and Debs gives Starr a hug and is like "oh so you're the kid my brothers adopted" (she and Sandy worked things out btw and have been back together for a while now, they've even maybe talked about getting married)

and Starr is like oh no I'm just crashing for a bit but by this point Ian has already got her the homeschooling correspondence courses, and Mickey's taken her to find a doctor who can prescribe her HRT ("it was on our route anyway, fuck off, Gallagher") and their pets adore her—Ian jokes that their cat is the one who actually adopted Starr, they just went along with it

and basically I just love the idea of them taking care of a young queer girl, and being like the cool gay uncles, and yeah :')

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #maybe I'll put this on a to write list <3 #galladads #starr verse

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elcpsstuff · 9 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 9)

A/N: This series needs to SLOW DOWN. I remember being on ep 1😭

Synopsis: It’s the Fourth of July in cousins

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The fourth of July in cousins is a big deal. Susannah always goes full out by decorating the entire house. This year, it’s gonna be different, I can feel it.

John would be coming up for the fourth, and even though it’s with his girlfriend i’m still happy to see him. Things have been tense with me and Laurel this whole summer. I didn’t know if Mr. Fisher was coming.

Here I am attempting to put a sheet on the bed, but it won’t budge. I’ve never been good at these, and after a couple of tries I end up falling onto the bed frustrated.

“Need some help?” I look over and see Conrad leaning on the wall. My face instantly turns red.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah sure.”

He comes over to me and we’re so close, but I don’t say anything. He has this smug look on his face like “I’m better than you” which made me annoyed but also blush at the same time.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I mean, I wouldn’t say that Conrad and me are like friends again, because you sure has hell don’t look at your friend and think “I wanna kiss you.”

But we’re something.

“See, that’s how you do it.” He says smirking.

“Shut up.” I say while throwing a pillow at his face.

“Hey!” He throws one back and then I just look at him for a second contemplating if I should even ask, “Is your dad coming up for the fourth?”

He shakes his head, “No.”

“Okay.” I say silently.

How are you doing with Laurel and John?” He asks and it’s because a long time ago I told him about my relationship with Laurel and John. I cringe at the thought now.

“I guess i’m fine.” I say shrugging.

“Your obviously not.” Conrad argues.

Why does he suddenly care? I wanna be angry at him, but I can’t.

I hear some commotion downstairs and then I hear Johns name being called. It’s the perfect excuse. Conrad is way ahead of me already though.

“Guess it’s time to meet the new girlfriend.” Conrad teases.

“Shut up.” I smirk and then we both make our way downstairs. Jere, Steven and Belly are already waiting by the front door and staring at the window.

“Damn, she’s hot.” Jere says pointing at the figure.

“Ew, Jere stop!” Belly hits him on the back and he whines a little. He’s such a kid.

“That could be like, your new future stepmom.” Conrad says nudging my shoulder. I practically barf at his words trying to imagine that 20 something year old being my step mom.

Once John and the girl who was named Victoria came in, we all said our awkward hi and then made our way outside. The girl was really nice, but the last thing I needed was another change of moms.

The debs ended up coming shortly after and once we were all settled in, I couldn’t help but notice Nicole and Conrad in the pool. I tried not to look but my temptations always got the better of me when Conrad was involved. He was smelling her. Okay?

“So yn, Belly, Shayla? I heard your all debs this year.” John says uplifting the mood.

I smile and nod, “Yeah, i’m excited.”

Laurel sighs, “I just don’t understand why girls wanna be apart of it. It’s clearly just for people who don’t know who they are and think a debb ball can shape their personality.”

Ouch.

Me and Belly stared at Laurel awkwardly and Shayla said she had to use the bathroom. It’s best she got out of there.

“So, me and Belly are just girls who don’t know who they are, what they want, but we want a deb ball to shape our personality?”

Laurels face turns red. “That’s not what I meant yn.”

Belly rolls her eyes, “That’s what it sounded like.” It was actually nice to have Belly on my side. We felt connected again.

“Will you both stop it? Yn, stop enabling bad behavior for your sister. Be an example.”

Laurel was starting to raise her voice, and I could tell something else was on her mind. Maybe it had to do with John bringing his new young girlfriend, but whatever it was, was making her angry.

“I’m not doing—”

“Stop arguing me.” At this point people were starting to stare more than I would have liked.

“Just because yn said something I agree with doesn’t mean she’s “enabling bad behavior.” I can think what I want.” Belly protests.

Laurel laughs, “Sure. I need a drink.” And with that she was gone. I saw Conrad’s eyes linger to mine and he had the last look I wanted to see on his face. Pity.

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A couple of minutes later, I was bored out of my mind and saw Jeremiah, Conrad, and Belly in the kitchen. I rushed in their to see what they were doing.

“Yn! Come help us!” Jeremiah yelled. I nodded and Jeremiah pulled me by hand into the kitchen. I then sat next to Conrad who was squeezing pomegranate into the blender.

“Adam would be so pissed if he found out we were using this.” I say laughing.

Conrad then turns to me, “He won’t find out, he’s not here.” He sounded a little happier than I thought he should and Jere got kinda annoyed, but me and Belly ignored it. The whole time she was eyeing me and Conrad which made me feel weird.

I added the vodka and Conrad tipped it so it could go even more which made me laugh. “Conrad!”

“You know what my favorite thing was?” Conrad says while blending the drink, “Whenever Laurel would put Adam in her place she would be like “Adam”

“Hey kids!” The weirdest thing just happened. Mr. Fisher walked through the door. Great timing by Conrad. Jeremiah smiled and went to hug Mr. Fisher and me and Belly stood awkwardly occasionally giving each other looks.

Conrad stayed silent. I noticed his hand shaking under the table and I grabbed it, stroking his fingers with my thumb. I knew all about Conrad and Mr. Fishers relationship. It wasn’t pretty.

I knew Conrad didn’t want him here, but why? What could he have done that changed Conrad so drastically?

Susannah and Laurel came inside and Susannah tensed up immediately. It seemed the only person happy to see him was Jere.

“Conrad, can we talk?” Mr. Fisher says but Conrad shakes his head, roughly letting go of my hand. Just like that, his guard was up again.

I felt this urge, this want to be there for him. He didn’t look okay. I knew the look on his face all too well. It only happened once, but when it did, it was scary.

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Last Summer, Age 15 (Almost 16)

Mr. Fisher constantly compared the kids. Even though Conrad was the golden child, did that even matter? I knew Conrad wanted to be nothing like him, and I respected him for that. Poor Jeremiah didn’t know any better, though.

They had just had a nasty fight. Susannah, Adam, and Conrad. Conrad had jumped in to defend Susannah, but it only ended bad. Me and Belly were listening from the pool, because they were screaming so loud we didn’t need to go any closer.

10 minutes after the fight I knew I needed to find Conrad. I ran inside despite Belly’s questions and walked upstairs. It wasn’t until I heard pacing footsteps and heavy breathing that I went towards Conrad’s room.

“Conrad?” I ask.

No response.

I walked into his room to see him walking back in fourth, holding a hand to his heart. I shut the door immediately and run over to him.

My hands are on his face, but worry is all I can trace.

“Con, what’s going on?”

“I-I- c-can’t..”

My eyes widen at this sight. I had only seen it in movies, but I knew he was having some sort of attack. Panic Attack.

I pulled Conrad’s hands away from his heart and looked deep into his eyes. “You’re okay. It’s fine. Follow my breathing.”

He shook his head at first but I started to stroke his hair and eventually we fell onto the bed together. His head was buried in my neck and he was still trying to get his breathing back to normal.

“Conrad.” I whisper and he looks up.

His eyes are bloodshot red and my heart was breaking for him. I have never seen him like this before.

“Is this about the fight?” I ask.

“I think..” He says laying his head back down. His grip on me becomes tighter.

“Your okay. Breathe, Conrad.” You continue to stroke his hair and even place a kiss on his head.

“I need you.” Conrad whispered.

My heart felt like breaking into tiny little pieces. But at the end of the day, Conrad was the one who could put me back together.

“I’m right here.”

“Don’t leave me.” He practically begged.

“Conrad. I’m not gonna leave you, okay?” He turned to face me and then he just nodded.

I wanted to kiss him. Right then and there. So bad.

Instead he laid back down and I stroked his face while he hugged my stomach.

Something had changed. We never had acted on this tension that was always here. We knew not to. But things were changing, and I didn’t know how much longer of an act I could put up.

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Present Day:

The debs and boys all decided to go down to the beach with the margaritas we had made. We were all sat in a circle.

Belly was having a little bit too much fun, and the drinks were getting to her. “We - we should play a drinking game?”

Jere laughed, “Tell that to your boyfriend, look who we found.”

Cam comes around the corner smiling but he’s not alone - he’s with Josh. Oh boy.

I could see Conrad’s insides curl up at the sight of Josh. It made me feel weird, excited, and angry at the same time. I decided to ignore them because I couldn’t deal with him. He acts like he likes me and then completely doesn’t care.

“Josh! Cam!” Me and Belly both signal them to come over to us, and Josh smiles sitting next to me.

“Long time no see.” He says through a smirk.

I giggled and even though Conrad was looking at me, I don’t care. My life isn’t centered around him, and I’ll do anything to prove it.

Belly smiles, “Alright! Let’s get on with that drinking game.”

“Cheers to that!”

And so we did.

Too many margaritas later, I felt fucked. This isn’t the most, but I definitely do feel fucked.

“Okay, okay, what if we play never have I ever with a twist?” Nicole suggests in her half drunk state.

“I’m interested.” Steven adds.

“Basically instead of all putting a finger down, someone asks someone else if they’ve done whatever, and if you’ve done it you drink.” Nicole explains.

“That’s confusing.” Gigi says.

“Sounds fun!” Belly counters.

So we played.

When it was my turn, I looked around to see who I was gonna ask. I looked them dead in the eye until they were looking back at me. Jere smirked.

“Jere, i’ll pick you.”

“Fine, what?”

“Never have you ever, fucked around with two people from the same family?” I closed my mouth with my hands, and I was shocked. Usually I would never ask that, but drunk me was the total opposite of me.

“Easy.” Jere immediately downs the drink and we all start making gagging noises. He really is a man whore.

After a couple more go arounds, it was safe to say everyone was fucked up. Conrad was the only one close to sane which surprised me. He always surprised me.

“Alright, Alright, yn your turn.” Nicole says pointing at me.

“Hit me.” I say.

“Never have you ever..” She sits thinking for a minute until a smirk plastered her face.

“Had sex before?”

Fuck.

All eyes were on me, and either answer was just bad. My eyes dared not to graze Conrad’s, but boy was he staring at me.

“Nah, yn is clean.” Steven says but I don’t move.

“Yn?” Belly asks in a suprised manner. Even Josh was staring at me.

“Uh..” I looked down at my drink, thinking about what my next step should be.

Steven looks at me with wide eyes, “Yn..?”

I sigh, “I would drink.. but..” I slowly put my drink down, “I can’t. Because I haven’t.” A wave of relief fills me when everyone starts laughing and saying i’m such a tease. Conrad isn’t laughing though. He looks like someone just punched him.

“gosh yn!” Shayla jokes.

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After we left the beach, I stumbled back to the house obliterated. We were sat on a bench and we’re watching the boys play football, (by that I mean me and belly staring at Conrad)

Belly ended up saying some shit about Taylor and Steven hooking up to Shayla which made things weird, so they ended up going somewhere else. I don’t know if they left or not but I couldn’t stop staring, thinking. Conrad.

The way he looked at me when Nicole asked that question. It broke me. But he could do that. Break me, love me, and my heart would still belong to him.

Eventually it was just me and my margaritas watching him, so I got up and made my way back to the house.

My body aches for more of the margaritas. So that’s what I did. I downed a shit tone of them. If Belly had had 7, I had 14.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

So here I was walking around the house laughing to myself. How ironic. I heard the outside shower turn on and in a fit of desperation run over to where the sound is coming from. Low and behold the Conrad fisher is there.

“Hey.” I say.

He half smiles, “Do you mind?”

“Not at all, actually.” I reply. I usually would never even dare to think these words, but maybe getting drunk will help me get my emotions out.

I continue, “Everyone left. So drink a margarita.”

“Okay just leave it out there and I’ll get it after.”

It was too late, I wasn’t even listening to him. I was fucking staring at him. His abs. His wet hair which could do many things to me i’m ashamed to admit. He’s so beautiful. Beautiful things are made to be admired.

And Conrad Fisher was beautiful.

“I’ve always liked you with wet hair.”

Conrad then turned around in the shower and his face dropped a little, but remained calm. “What’s so romantic about wet hair?”

I shake my head, “You just don’t get it. You never do.”

He goes to say something but I hold my hand up. “Allow me to demonstrate.” Without another word I run into the shower, the cold striking my cutoffs and crop top.

“What are you doing?!” Conrad yells over the water.

I smile and ruffle with his hair, “This is romantic, Conrad.”

He then grabs my arm and brings it back down, but he doesn’t let go. Not right away. His touch lingers.

Then, my heart dropped. I knew I had to ask him while the time was right.

“Why did you look at me like that earlier?” I ask.

He looks at me shyly, “What do you mean?”

I roll my eyes at his confusion, “When she asked me that question! Don’t act like you don’t know.”

I could see his cheeks turn red and then his gaze is all I can see. He stares into my soul. My body feels like it’s on fire but I don’t mind. As long as I’m burning with him.

He steps closer to me and moves a strand of my hair out my face. “You know why.”

Longing turned into regret. Regret. I should’ve never asked. I already knew the answer.

“Yeah. I do.”

And then I was rushing away.

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My eyes open to the lights being turned on in the room. My head is cluttered with thoughts. I had no idea where I was.

“How you feeling?” I turn to see John which makes me smile.

“Horrible. I don’t know what came over me.” He smiles and sits next to me on the bed.

“That makes two of you, but at least you weren’t so drunk you knocked over Susannah’s cake stand, along with her too.”

I cringed, imagining that happening in my head.

“Well, at least you didn’t run into the outdoor shower where Conrad was and start playing with his hair.”

My dads face turns red which makes me giggle slightly.

“What happened between you two? You were best friends.”

I shrug. I wish I knew, and a while ago I would’ve known. But it’s a shit show of a summer. Everything I thought was true wasn’t.

“Where’s everyone?” I ask.

“Belly’s sleeping, Jere and Steven are shooting fireworks. Conrad’s.. I don’t really know.”

“What about Susannah and Laurel?”

John sighs, “Big fight. Laurel left.”

I gasped, “What?” All he does is nod.

“She was being really annoying today though.”

“Don’t talk about your mother like that, yn. You know things have been hard and I know she shouldn’t blame you for things you can’t control, though. I’ll talk to her, okay? She loves you.”

I nod and he kisses me on the forehead, “Get some more sleep, ynn”.

I nod and lay back down as the lights shut, the door closing behind me.

I close my eyes and imagine everything I had been hoping for. And when I open my eyes, I think it might be coming true.

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A/N: AHHHH! You guys were like 2-3 chapters away from the major drama I can’t believe it! Yn and Conrad drive me crazy sometimes but we’re okay🫶🏻

tag list: @kkrenae @callsignwidow @drikawinchester @johannelis2302nely @allnrsnz @galaxy13sworld @paytonloiselle @i-think-you-are-gr8

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad x reader #love #summer love

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 7 months

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here's a question, what do you think happens to Debbie (and Franny) post s11? Personally I'm not a fan of the idea that Debbie would go off with Heidi after she fought tooth and nail to stay in her own house, plus Heidi is...not really what I'd picture for a good ending to Debbie's story. What would you see being a good post script for Debs?

ahhhh i love you for asking this

i mean, there's a part of me that wants to say that everything will go great for them, but i think that it'll be rough for a little while.

to answer the heidi thing (which i have talked about many times before but this ask is a little bit old lol sorry!), she will not last. she'll be gone in like, a week, and will never be heard from again. i think that the finale made that pretty clear, even though other people interpreted it in other ways. when heidi mentioned texas, debbie looked hesitant, and considering how she spent the past season fighting for this house, and the past eleven seasons fighting for her family, there isn't a single part of me that thinks she will be leaving for texas and if she does, her kid will be coming with her 100%.

but anyways, debbie will be going through it. she will have lost her father and her girlfriend in the same week or so and given her abandonment issues, i think she'll probably break. she'll have a whole breakdown over it, then be a bit depressed for a month or two, and then i think she'll slowly start to feel better. also, something that nobody talks about for some reason is the fact that post-11x12 all of the gallaghers (including mickey, tami, kevin, and veronica) all most likely get covid since they were all around frank and like touching him and shit, so that will probably happen.

i think that, as always, she'll pick herself up on her own and fix everything herself. her business will thrive, maybe she'll help out at the alibi if carl and tipping buy it (i hc that they do), but i think that money-wise she'll be set.

she and lip will definitely still have some conflict. every gallagher kid has a complex, difficult relationship with frank (i've actually been writing about this) but these two and frank have always stuck out to me (but they all stick out to me, honestly). i think that since the two of them were already fighting and are both notoriously awful at handling their emotions shit will go down.

debbie will keep the house since it's been in her name since the season nine finale (i mean duh, why would lip get to sell HER house??), lip, tami, and fred will move to milwaukee but then lip and tami will split up and it'll be messy, maybe he'll come back to chicago and they'll get split custody, carl will live there for another year or two, liam will live there until he graduates, and ian and mickey will move back to the south side. debbie will feel uneasy because of all of the change, so she'll insist on family dinners weekly, absolutely NO exceptions (you could be sick with some sort of flesh eating virus and she'd still demand that you attend).

she will never fully process losing frank. even dead, he still manages to fuck her over. i think that she'll set up a memorial for him a lot like the one she set up in 3x01.

if she reads the letter it'll fuck her up even more and i'm hoping that she gets therapy (i have a fic in my drafts about this lol) to help her deal with trauma, abandonment issues, grief, and help her navigate parenting while being only twenty.

i seriously just wish her the best because season eleven really made me realize how much she actually needs help.

live laugh debbie gallagher

#shameless #shameless us #shameless meta #debbie gallagher #franny gallagher #heidi shameless #post-finale #11x12

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teruel-a-witch · 2 years

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ever since I saw the conversation between steve and aunt deb in 5x08 it's been on my mind. there are some definite parallels between steve and his aunt, like the fact that they have musical talent but weren't able to pursue it, they never had children of their own but they both have children they help raise that they love like their own, and they spent a long time not having that special person to call their own but once they did find that person they immediately wanted to spend the rest of their lives with them. but this bit is the one that caught my attention

aunt deb: the one thing I never gave up on was love. And I guess it never gave up on me either because HERE HE IS at long last.

steve:

i think we all have a pretty good idea which HE steve is thinking about, he even lets out a wistful frustrated long 'Eeh' sigh which is like the verbal equivalent of throwing in the towel.

his patented danny-smile makes a brief appearance, the very same one he bestowed on him just earlier today. even if the pronouns didn't conveniently match, there's only one person who makes him smile like that so I don't doubt that's whom he's thinking about in that moment. danny is, to use deb's words, steve's 'most profound and life altering' relationship, that's as good as canon.

here comes the saddest part

let the records show that up until this point cath's name does not come up at all and obviously she's not in the episode (unlike danny who is steve's date to the wedding), aunt deb is the one who brings her up because she assumes, like many people in steve's life.

just like the writers want us to think his wistfulness is about cath but steve is never the one to bring her up, other people do it, he just lets them assume in that way closeted queer people do so we aren't technically lying. he never lied he just doesn't correct people. besides it's pretty obvious he doesn't miss cath when danny is around, even she knew he would be okay without her because he has danny.

for steve it's less embarrassing to let it seem like he's pining after the one that got away rather than admit he's been in love with his best friend for years with no hope of anything coming out of that situation. he was hopeful once and we know how that turned out. 'i did' with the subtext of 'never again'.

#mcdanno #h50 5x08 #h50 #myh50 #h50 meta #h50edit #h50 parallels #hawaii five 0 #steve mcgarrett #as usual this took way longer than i thought it would and turned out longer also lol #h50 season 5 #h50 1x23 #this is sad but well #pining!steve #by the way aunt deb really does make the emphasis on HE #it's not me :p

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mixed-theater-faisty-tings · 9 months

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Infinitely Jealous

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A/N:HIII!!! I KNOW I HAVEN'T POSTED IN AGES I'VE REALLY MISSED IT. WITH THE NEW SEASON OF THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY I FELT A SMALL SPARK OF INSPIRATION AND GOT THIS REQUEST FROM @shqtteredcrystql1. NOW BEAR WITH ME MY WRITING SKILLS HAVE DETERIORATED A BIT SINCE I LAST POSTED AND I'M STILL WORKING ON MY SMUT WRITING SPOILER ALERT. I AM OPEN TO FEEDBACK OR EVEN ADVICE. I AM TYRING TO WRITE MORE WHEN I CAN I JSUT NEVER WANNA GIVE HALF BAKED IDEAS. OKAY I WILL STOP BABBLING ENJOY!

P.S please don't hurt me for using Conrad and Belly's infinity for this I just love the concept. okay thank you.

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, cheesy lol, Teen Drinking, Protected sex.

word count: 3.2k roughly

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Y/N POV

The stench of alcohol fills my nose as drunken teenagers dance the night away with whatever is in their system. I came to this stupid beach party with Conrad and Jeremiah who both ran off to do god knows what not that this was a new occurrence.

Jere has always attracted girls like moths to light meanwhile Conrad ventures off to do whatever he does and if someone happens to join them he won't push them off so long as they don't try to actually get to know him least that is how he has been the last few summers.

They started bringing me here with them 7 years ago when we met. I've always been closer with Conrad. Jeremiah had Belly and Conrad had me though you never want to go to boardwalk with the four of us unless you're wanting some quality entertainment.

The Fisher boys always know how to have fun the Conklin's and I can never say no even if it means coming to a dumb beach bonfire. I'd go anywhere with Conrad it's been that way since we met this includes an impromptu trip to the other side of the country to attend a Universal Studios Horrors night as my birthday present.

We were grounded for 2 months after that one but it was worth any time with him was. He'll only ever see me as his best friend though he has made that crystal clear he's been in touch with this Deb he met last summer "Nicole", they've just been talking but it seems like they could be more this summer or just a casual summer fling of convenience. Maybe this summer I'll find my fling.

"Hey don't think I've ever seen you around here?", a voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Huh?", I connect with brown eyes belonging to someone tall, dark skinned, curly dark hair and muscular. "I said I've never seen you around here.", he repeats himself. "Funny because I've come here every summer for the last 7 years." a laugh decorates my words with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh yeah? Which house is yours?", he plays along. "First of all creepy and second I'm a guest with the Fisher's.", I giggle. "Ah great guys always fun at a party." his attitude changes from interested to standoffish. "We are just friends all of us.", I smile kindly. "Good to know..care for a drink?", he extends his hand to me with a kind smile.

"Sure why not.", I take his hand. "I'm Lucas.". "Y/N.". "And I'm Conrad glad we got the introductions out of the way now let's get beer.", my best friend pops up out of nowhere. "Uh okay sure I'll be right back.", Lucas runs off wearing a confused expression. "What are you doing?", I hiss at the brown-haired boy.

"Hanging with my best bud what do you mean.", he slings his arm around my shoulder with a smirk planted on his lips...his lips..focus. "No why you're doing is ruining a potential new friend.", a stern tone clutches onto my words. "Friend huh? Yeah sure whatever.", he scoffs. "Go makeup with Red Sox girl some more.", I roll my eyes pushing his arm off of me. I knew it was Nicole but saying her name out loud stung.

"Jealous?", I don't have to look at him to know a sly look sits on his face. "As if. Have I ever been jealous of the girls you've dated?", my arms sit crossed just beneath my chest. "I'm sure you have been.". "Check your ego bro.", I turn to walk away when he says, "I have you to keep me humble don't I?", a chuckle follows.

"Whatever I'll see you later.", the sand envelops my feet treading to find Lucas. "Y/N over here!", a voice calls me over belonging to Lucas over by the fire. "Your bodyguard still with you?", he asks when I finally make it over to him. "Funny uh no I gave him the night off.", I smile. "Good to know.", he playfully bumps my shoulder handing me a beer can unopened.

"So do you come here just for summer or do you experience Cousins in all four seasons?", I ask. He takes a seat in the sand waiting for me to join him before answering. "I actually go to boarding school so I experience a little bit of all four seasons on holiday assuming I don't run off to Mexico for Christmas or spring break.", he laughs. "You don't seem the other spoiled boarding school brats we run into here.", confusion swirls in my head.

"I mean would you prefer for me to? Ugh my parents shipping me off to some lame ass boarding school with their credit card knowing I have a trust fund to carry me for the rest of my life even though I'll probably blow it on some stupid shit as soon as I'm 25.", his tone becomes snarky, and attitude narcissistic quickly replaced by the charming side once more.

"Entertaining I will say but not my vibe.", a laugh escapes my lips. "Good cause that's not who I am.", he chuckles joins the air. We spend the time talking soon leaving the fire to walk along the beach taking about just how different our lives are. He was good company, but I kept thinking about Conrad and what he was doing, who he was with, why he wasn't with me.

Yes, I know I basically told him fuck off but it's not like he ever listens he's my best friend and he knows y/n speak by now. Conrad maybe smart enough to get into Brown but sometimes he needs a little push in the right direction. "Y/N are you listening?", Lucas jumps in front of me. My face drops into a frown feeling bad i hadn’t been pay attention.

"Y/N quick it's Conrad!", Steven yells. My feet carry me as fast as they can without getting caught in the sand back to the group of teens surrounding a fight with none other than my stupid best friend in the middle of it.

"Con! Quit being stupid!", I push my way through the crowd and try to pull him off the random dude. My attempt was moot until Jere finally stepped in and broke up the fight around the same time as sirens began sounding.

"Cops!". The teens that once covered the beach dropped their drinks and scattered like cockroaches. "Y/N let's go grab some ice cream and I'll take you home.", Lucas grabs ahold of my hand gently tugging me away from the guys.

"Like hell you will.", Conrad pulls me towards him. "You don't own her man. She can come with me if she wants to.", the alluring guy I was talking to all night disappears taken over with frustration and anger.

"We brought her, we will take her home besides she just met you like I'd ever let her endanger herself like that. Besides your place isn’t her home. Mine is.”the brown hair boy mocks the curly haired boys statement. "I never said anything about my place quit putting words in my mouth".

"Would both of you just shut up!.", my outburst took both of them aback. "Lucas I'll see you around. Conrad let's get your stupid ass home.", annoyance prominent in my voice as I drag them away from each other. "Give me the keys Conrad.", I hold out my hand. "Not a chance.", he pushes past me and gets in the drivers side of his sedan.

"I can't fucking believe you.", his tone accusatory. "Believe me about what?". "That boarding school trust fund fuck boys are your type.", his hands grip the wheel tighter than normal meanwhile I completely lose it.

"And how the fuck would you know what my type is huh! You have never cared nor taken an interest in the guys I have talked to. God acting like my dad I don't need your protection okay I can take care of myself.", I can feel my cheeks turning hot with anger.

"You are so wrapped up in your own world you don't even notice that I do care about who you are with. You deserve more than that jackass.", tension settles in the air, suddenly this car feels like a tiny box."All that guy wanted to do was hook up with you.",his voice was filled with a know it all tone.

"So what if that is what I wanted!", he is surprised by my response. "You don't wanna lose it to some random one night stand.". "And if I do?", I didn't but he didn't need to know that.

"I know you Y/N you want to lose it to someone you care about and you know cares about you.", his grips loosens. "Maybe it's just not meant for me.", I can't let my guard down.

My eyes follow his hand as it leaves the wheel and lays flat against the skin between my thigh and knee. "Don't say that.", we finally pull into the driveway of the beach house quietly making our way in the house careful not to wake Laurel or Susannah. I make my way to the kitchen grabbing some powdered donuts from the pantry.

"I wasn't trying to upset you..honestly. You're my best friend and I never want to hurt you but lately I just keep fucking up.", he follows me after Jere, Belly and Steven trot upstairs to their rooms. "It's fine Connie you were right I don't wanna lose my virginity to some dude I met on the beach at a lame party.", I avoid looking at him.

"I wouldn't want that for you either.", a gentle tone takes over his voice. "You're not fucking up anything by the way I mean I'm still here aren't I?", I attempt to lighten the mood. "Surprisingly so.", he chuckles. "What's going on in that brilliant head of yours?", I finally bathe the strength to look at him without melting.

The way the front pieces of his hair kind of flop in front of his eyes, he's constantly pushing them behind his ear mainly when he's nervous but he also refuses to cut it Susannah loves it. His brown eyes seep into mine without even trying encapsulating me in a daydream.

"You...me...y/n you think I don't care who you date but I do.", a nervous Conrad is not something I don't see often or ever really. "Let's not have this conversation again please.", I beg. "I have feelings for you.", he blurts not looking me in the eye. "What?", I'm taken aback praying he said what I heard.

"I like you Y/N and I have since we met I'm just so screwed up and I didn't wanna drag you down with me especially with my mom. You're the only other person besides me who knows about my parents and they don't even know that I know.", the sound of the stool screeching against the floor as he stands up out of the chair echos string us both.

"Con you're not screwed up..", I gently take his hands in mine connecting our eyes. "You just need to develop better communication skills.". "How's this for practice?", his body leans over mine slowly coming down to bring his lips to mine.

Is this really happening? Am I about to kiss Conrad Fisher, I've only ever dreamed of this moment never anticipating the reality god don't let me mess this up please. The soft skin of his lips gently connect with him, his hands disconnecting from mine caressing my cheeks instead leaving my hand to go to his shoulders pulling him closer afraid to lose the moment.

I've always felt safe around him but, here in this moment it was cloud nine times a million. I didn't want it to end but we had to breathe eventually. "So?".

"Well ahem.. a kiss isn't communicating however you can take that as an I feel the same way..", I anxiously pull my bottom lip between my teeth. "I love how you do that when you're nervous.", a nervous laugh escapes his lips. "We should head up to bed it's getting late.", as much as I don't want to I pull away from his body, his warmth knowing he'll be different in the morning.

"Stay with me tonight.", it comes off as a statement rather than a question making my heart jump with excitement. "Your mom would flip if she caught us in your room.", I raise a brow. "Not if she doesn't find out or I come up with a really good excuse as to why you were in my room, and my bed.", he keeps me close.

"I don't know Con.". "Please.". "Okay fine.".

Pleased with my appliance to his wishes he leads us upstairs to his room carefully closing the door. After removing our shoes we lay in his bed facing each other, the light of the moon casting a light so bright I could see his whole face in the dark.

The soft touch of his hands push some hair behind my ear before pulling me into our second kiss of the evening.

Without thinking I immediately kiss him back, our bodies manage to close any gap left between us in a matter of seconds the moment enclosing us in a world of our own. I pull back slightly we are still nose to nose but rarely any space is between us.

With as much confidence as I could muster I whisper the words I've wanted to say for months, "I want it to be you.". He is slightly surprised by my statement but doesn't break our contact, a small smile daring to turn up the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure? That wasn't what I was trying to do not now.", the words are soft spoken.

"I'm sure unless you don't want to?", my eyes search his for an ounce of rejection. "Believe me I want to I just don't want you to feel rushed or pressured.". Without another word my hand takes a hold of his guiding it from the softness of my legs up to rest on my hips slowly and ever so gently. "Please Connie." with that I connect our lips once more.

He takes this as his green light deepening the kiss turning me onto my back so he can be onto careful not to crush me under him. My fingers dance under his shirt against his stomach and chest, he smiles into the kiss before moving to my neck tenderly nipping at the skin a gasp escaping my lips.

"We have to be quiet baby.", he whispers into my ear sending shivers down my spine in the best way possible. We both sit up swiftly removing our shirts, he gently pecks my lips allowing himself to kiss down my jawline, neck and along my shoulders till his hands reach the clasp of my bra.

"May I?", his breathe tickles my neck and I nod. The white lace is soon gone leaving my top half completely bare and exposed, to my own surprise I'm not as nervous as I'd thought I'd be but how can I be when it's him.

He begins to kiss from my shoulder back down my chest gently laying me back down before reaching my jeans. I can feel his fingers undo the button and zipper tugging the denim off my hips and down my legs.

A cold breeze hit my sensitiveness causing me to shudder. One step further and my panties have fond the rest of the clothes on my the floor. His eyes meet mine again a smile plastered on his face before speaking in a hushed tone. "Okay I'm gonna be honest it does hurt the first time but I promise I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you are ready before then. Do you trust me baby?".

"Of course I do.", I smile.

Our lips attach themselves once more as his thumb begins to rub my bud an action responsible for my hips bucking up. "It's okay.Relax", he reassures me against my lips.

My mind goes foggy overcome by his touch, of course I've touch myself but his hands against my most sensitive part was a whole new feeling of pleasure I've had yet to explore.

When he feels I'm ready he slides a finger inside pumping in and out slowly, our moans mix together in the air trying to remain quiet. "I'm going to add another okay?". "Okay.". I feel his index and and middle fingers sliding in and out of me a wave of pleasure washing over me. I kiss him to try and cover my moans a futile action as I end up moaning against his lips instead.

"Fuck yes just like that.", my hips begin to grind against his fingers giving him confidence to speed up slightly. My stomach begins to tighten as my climax winds up, he plants soft kisses along my chest continuing his motions only heightening my moans. "You are so beautiful y/n.", his whisper causes butterflies to let loose in my stomach.

"I think I'm ready Connie.", I couldn't hold back anymore. I wanted him, all of him more than anything in this moment. "I think so too.", all contact is taken away so he could remove his jeans but I can't help the whimper that leaves my lips at the loss.

The moment stand still our eyes locked on one another taking in this sight of each others exposed state, emotionally and physically bare. I prayed he couldn't hear how loud my heart was beating I've wanted him for so long to be more than my best friend and here he is, here I am giving him my first an I wouldn't change a thing.

"Do you have protection?", I ask. He nods before reaching into his drawer and pulling out a shiny gold foil, putting on the condom and hovering over me once more. "I want you to be mine.", the words fall graciously from his now swollen lips. "I am yours.", I'm quick to answer.

"No I mean I want us, you and me. Boyfriend and girlfriend. This isn't just a one time thing. Be mine? Please.", a vulnerable Conrad is a side we rarely see and only in his most emotional state thought I've always been his soft spot. "I've always been yours whether you knew it or not my love.", I don't blush at the statement instead I smile and plant a small kiss on his nose.

"This may still hurt I'm gonna go slow and let me know when I can move okay?", his lips lower to mine. His tip rubbing against my clit earning a small moan. "Okay.", I force the one worded answer out. As he kisses me slowly his member enters me...holy shit...a stint of pain swells inside my body, "Please move Con.", I manage.

The thrusts replace pain with bliss, his minty scent fills my olfactory nerves, the soft touch of his lips and hands dance along my skin with sweat glistening on us both.

"Fuck you feel good baby.", he's as breathless as I am. His hands grip my hips imprinting small marks on them while my nails dig into his shoulders and back my entire body buried in ecstasy.

"More.", I beg. I can feel him smirk into my neck picking up his pace and pushing deeper into me causing my back to arch off the bed our chests colliding. "Oh god." I moan gripping his shoulders so tight my knuckles are white.

"You're okay we're almost there.",his words soothe me and I allow myself to fall back against the mattress. As if they have a mind of their own my hips being to move meeting his hurts with equal enthusiasm and energy. "Just like that.", he groans into my skin.

The knot in my stomach grows and grows I'm toe curling close to my end as is he. His speed picks up, ours moans mix praying we don't wake anyone. Mass amounts of Conrads groans fill the air when I begin to clench around him neither of us could hold on any longer.

A white haze clouds all my senses as my entire body shakes with my orgasm. I feel him finish with me both of us panting and completely gone for each other and the moment we just shared.

A few minutes pass allowing us to collect ourselves before he quickly jumps grabbing an old t-shirt to clean us up. His care is gently and appreciated as some soreness begins to settle between my legs.

"So how was I?', my cheeks turn red as I ask. I grab his shirt off the floor and pull it over my head covering myself. "Perfect.", his arms wrap around my body spooning me, comforting me in a way I've never known a person could.

"Thank you for being my first.", the words are spoken just above a whisper. "Just hope you don't regret it.", his body tenses nervously against my back a sadness coating his words. "I could never regret you Conrad not about this, and not about us...we're infinite.".

"Infinite.". he repests. "I should probably go to mine and Belly's room before anyone gets suspicious.", I try to get up only to be pulled back by Conrad. "You aren't going anywhere. I told you I will find a great excuse as to why you were in here.", I giggle at his statement.

"And what about the clothes that covering the floor?", I cock an eyebrow at him. "I've been meaning to do laundry.", he answers.

"That includes my panties?", I can't help but laugh. "They got mixed up?", he shrugs. "My boyfriend ladies and gentlemen the best liar.", we both erupt in a fit of laughter though it is short lived as my eyelids begin to droop closed.

"Goodnight Connie.", my whole body relaxes into his chest sleep taking over.

"Goodnight my infinity.", him kissing my head is the last thing I remember before being swept away in sleep.

Infinity.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp conrad #team conrad #conrad fisher #team jeremiah #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp s2 #tsitp

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paceypeternathanslawyer · 10 months

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It really bothers me how the adults in Nathan and Haley's lives reacted to them getting married. They all put their own baggage on Nathan and Haley.

Perhaps the most surprising reaction is Karen's because Karen is not Haley's mother so I believe that she should have been a bit less opinionated. Though Karen did come around pretty quickly and decided to support Haley, which I appreciate. But the following line does bother me cause it's another situation of an adult in Naley's lives forcing their baggage onto them...

KAREN: Haley…I know that you and Nathan are in love and you know that I was also in love in high school but sometimes, love fades…and, I just hope with all my heart that…it doesn’t fade for you.

I'm not saying that what she's saying is wrong. But what she's forgetting is that she was dating Dan and Haley is married to Nathan. Dan and Nathan are not at all the same person. I saw that video of Dan and Karen at that school dance while they were dating. I can't see how the Karen we see in the show could be into that blowhard, arrogant, asshole. Also the fact that Nathan proposed to Haley shows the difference between Nathan and Dan. Dan would never have proposed to Karen and the only reason that he proposed to Deb was cause she got pregnant but so did Karen. The reason he chose Deb was because she fit into the life HE WANTED. He also liked the money that she had through her rich family. Everything is about what someone can give Dan.

Deb really annoys me cause I guess I expected a bit better. I'm not surprised that she was upset but Deb reacts in a truly horrible way. Her knee jerk reaction is to call Haley names and accuse her of ruining Nathan's life. But even worse, she accuses Nathan and Haley of causing Dan's heart attack. Even though Deb knows it's her fault if anyones. She was the one who slept with his brother. She was the one who watched as he had a heart attack and refused to call 911 at first. And yet, to make herself feel less guilty, she puts that on her 16 year old son and his 16 year old wife. Deb's behaviour during this time is all manipulative and conniving but I wanna shine a light on a specific interaction with Karen. Karen has decided that she's gonna support Haley and has come to believe that their marriage could work and this is the exchange between them...

DEB: How can you be so at ease with all of this?

KAREN: I know this is hard for you Deb.

DEB: Oh don’t tell me you honestly think this can work?

KAREN: Haley’s been like a daughter to me.

DEB: And Nathan used to be a son to me. On top of that, you can’t possibly know what they’re up against Karen. You didn’t get married when you were their age.

Again another situation of the adults putting their baggage on Naley. Deb's marriage is failing and she puts that baggage on her child.

Dan always put his own baggage on people so that was no surprise. Dan was in his normal form. Nathan told him they had gotten married and this is the exchange with Dan....

DAN: So that’s it for basketball.

NATHAN: Why should it be?

DAN: You’ll see. You think you can do it all now but, one day you’ll look up and realise all you have to live with are your mistakes.

NATHAN: It’s not a mistake dad. We’re both happy. It’s a good thing.

DAN: I was talking about my mistakes too Nathan. Sooner or later we all choose a path. Sometimes you never look back and sometimes life forces you to.

This is the problem with Dan. Everything is about HIS mistakes. Deb's life and decisions, Nathan's life and decisions. Everything revolves around Dan as far as he's concerned. And what he needs to realize is that he made his decisions for very specific reasons. And he didn't achieve his dreams because of who he is as a person and the decisions he made. But not just his decisions but also because of the way he chose to react to his decisions. But not because he married Deb and had Nathan.

Something I love about Naley is how their marriage lasted and thrived despite everything they were up against. They had to deal with parents who were actively working to destroy their marriage or at least rooting for it to fail. Dan tried to pay someone to seduce Haley. Dan tried to get Nathan fired from his job so that they would have money issues. Deb went to a lawyer and tried to find ways to delegitimize it. Dan preyed upon their vulnerability and tried to pit them against each other while they were vulnerable. And that's only one thing they had to deal with. They went through so much but there marriage doesn't show the scars of their past. They deal with their issues, they forgive each other and they get past it. They don't constantly bring up each other's past mistakes. They make it through stronger and more in love than ever.

#one tree hill #one tree hill: favorites #nathan and haley #naley #nathan x haley #haley x nathan #otp #nathan scott #haley james scott #haley scott #haley james #karen roe #deb scott #deb lee #dan scott #the wb #the cw

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nabwastaken · 4 months

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#charlotte sweetly #sheila young #sherman young #jane perkins #nora beanie #Marco #hatchetfield universe #hatchetverse #Made this a bit harder #Idk who it would be???#Like Charlotte is the most trustworthy one but then again she's Charlotte #She'll forget as soon as I head off

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Dance Music [Son of Bat | Oneshot]

Masterpost

No specific time frame for this piece, just a random happenstance after a random gig.

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"So this is what the volume knob's for . . . "

CW: family trauma, panic attack, reference to stalking, threats of violence

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Eddie was wiped after the show, but the exhaustion was comfortable—satisfying. He imagined this was how James felt after a heavy workout. Backstage, he stripped his sweaty shirt and ruffed the dry parts through his damp hair. As the cloth covered his face, he heard a voice call his name over the clamor.

“What’s up?” he replied without looking. He wiped the sweat from his face and finally opened his eyes.

His stomach dropped.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie managed to stammer out, his jaw setting firmly in place.

The man laughed. “Is that any way to greet your old man? I have to admit, I wasn’t all that sure I had the right person at first—but look at you! You look just like your mom. But I take it you and Deb aren’t Bakers anymore.”

Eddie’s hands shook, and he could feel his face getting hot. It was his father; of that he was certain. Twenty years older and grayer than the pictures his mom had shown him, but he still had the same sleazy smirk and freckled complexion. Eddie tried to maintain his composure, to hide the fear rising in his throat. After all this time . . . this is what he’d dreaded most of all.

He turned to hide his face, pretending to busy himself with his backpack. “We never were. We’re Glenns. What do you want, Chris? How’d you know I’d be here?”

Seemingly oblivious to Eddie’s hostility, Chris edged closer. “Well, there’s no need for that—you can just call me dad, you know.” He reached to pick up Eddie’s bag, forcing Eddie to turn his attention. “Here, lemme help. I just wanted to see my kid, that’s all. Is that too much to ask?”

An avalanche of thoughts crashed through Eddie’s mind. The more he looked at Chris, the more furious he became, and the louder the thoughts clamored for attention. His stomach lurched and ached with the mounting anxiety.

“How? How did you find me?” he repeated.

“Eddie, does that really matter? I wanted to see you—why can’t we just talk?” Still smirking. Still unfazed. “What’s gotten into you?”

If Chris knew where to find Eddie—at a random show, in a random venue, with a different last name—there was every chance he already knew where to find Debby as well. This wasn’t just a violation of his privacy, of the safety he’d spent years building; it was a violation of his mom’s, too. For the first time in years, Eddie felt completely out of control.

“How?!” he roared, his face boiling hot with rage. “How did you find us?! Tell me!”

The din of the crew quieted below his hoarse screams. Suddenly, dozens of eyes were on their conversation.

“You need to calm down—you’re making a scene,” Chris half-whispered, his smirk dropping just a fraction despite the intensity of his glare.

Hands thudded on both of Eddie’s shoulders, but he was too far gone to stop. “TELL ME! HOW DID YOU FIND US?!”

James emerged from the crowd, blocking Eddie from Chris’ view with his imposing form.

“You need to leave,” James said, dropping his voice to its deepest register. He towered over Chris, his massive arms folded tightly across his chest.

Chris threw his hands up defensively. “You got this all wrong—I’m Eddie’s dad. I was just trying to talk to him. That’s all!”

Eddie’s body vibrated; Molly and Vince held him back as he attempted to charge forward. “Leave us alone! Get out of here! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT—”

He thrashed against the arms holding him in place, squirming so fiercely that his friends had to hoist him off the ground to keep him from breaking free. All the while, he continued screaming frantically until his voice ran ragged and his desperate pleas were reduced to a faint mumble.

James loomed over Chris, daring him to make a move. Although he hated to see Eddie so distraught, James couldn't deny his pleasure at getting to threaten his deadbeat father.

“Eddie doesn't need an assault charge, but I'm not afraid of prison. If you want to keep your bones inside your body,” he warned, “I suggest you leave. Now.”

Chris’ eyes bulged, and he took a step backwards. “That's–that's a threat, you know? I could get you arrested for that.”

“And I could get you arrested for trespassing.” Cassandra appeared from behind him, a security guard in tow. “Now kindly leave my band alone, and these two large gentlemen will be happy to escort you off the premises.”

James flashed a toothy, cryptic grin and placed a heavy hand on Chris’ shoulder. The guard mirrored him on the other side, steering Chris out through the crowd.

Between Molly and Vince, Eddie grew limp and weak. When they loosened their grasp, he sank to his knees on the ground, still feebly protesting under his breath. His hands trembled, and he balled them up into tight fists.

Cass dropped down to his level, her face scrunched in concern. “I am so sorry, Eddie. I promise you, I will find out who let him in, and I’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again.” She shot a stern look at the nearby stage crew. “It never should have happened in the first place.” After Vince helped her to her feet, she ushered the crew away. “Some privacy, please! Meet me in the green room to have your asses handed to you!”

When James returned through the stage doors, he made a beeline to Eddie’s side, wrapping his arms protectively around Eddie’s shoulders. “He’s gone, Ed,” he whispered. “It’s okay.”

Whatever desperate part of Eddie’s mind was holding him together finally broke; his shoulders shook with sobs, twenty years of hurt erupting from his body. Molly and James sat with him, holding his hand and stroking his hair, murmuring quiet words of comfort in between his gasps and whimpers.

“You’re okay, hun.” Molly pressed her forehead to his. “Let it out.”

Vince kept watch over them, shooing away anyone wandering too close. He brought Eddie his bag and a cold drink. “Have a drink, bud. You’re gonna get dehydrated.”

Eddie’s heart ached; sometimes he forgot just how much love he had in his life now. For so long, it had just been him and his mom . . . Mom. As he chugged the drink and his mind began to clear, a fresh wave of panic welled up in his gut.

He nearly choked as he sputtered, “M-mom! I n-need to call her!” Squirming from James’ grasp, he scrambled to dig his phone out of his bag. “She—he might, might . . .” His mouth couldn’t keep up with the words tumbling out.

“It’s already taken care of,” James assured him. “I called her while I was outside. She’s gonna stay with a neighbor tonight. Anything else can be handled tomorrow.”

Eddie nodded, the last of his energy leaving his body. He slumped into James’ shoulder, his eyes drooping and the exhaustion from the show hitting him full force. “Can we . . . go home?” he asked.

The drive home was longer than usual, taking extra twists and turns to ensure they weren’t followed. By the time they arrived, Eddie was dead on his feet. Rather than trek upstairs to his usual bed or couch, he insisted on sleeping in James’ room; beyond his exhaustion, he felt safer with James nearby. And though James valued his privacy, he obliged without protesting. For Eddie . . . he wouldn’t give it a second thought.

#son of bat #hurt/comfort #whumblr #whump #emotional whump #I guess?#caretaking #shitty dad #oneshot #band ocs #bandmates #James is a big softie when it comes to Eddie #whumpblr #rublewriting

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vague-humanoid · 9 months

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ISLETA PUEBLO, N.M. (Reuters) - As Detective Kathleen Lucero drives along a dirt road towards the Manzano mountains east of her New Mexico Native American village, she recalls the time earlier in her career when an elder told his family he was heading this way to water his cows. He didn’t come back.

It was back in 2009 when Lucero was a patrol officer, learning how to stop her people becoming part of the U.S. epidemic of missing and murdered indigenous women and relatives (MMIWR).

She filed a report on the elder. Her police chief told her that was not enough. Following that advice, she started networking with outside police agencies.

“We got a hit,” said Lucero, a member of a traditional Isleta family, whose mother disowned her for a week when she decided to join the pueblo’s police 17 years ago because she wanted to become an "advocate" for her people.

Nine hours after going missing on the Isleta Pueblo just south of Albuquerque, the elder was found over 400 miles away by an Oklahoma traffic cop after his car ran out of gas, Lucero said. He was showing early signs of dementia.

That case was an early lesson that Lucero took to heart.

These days, as Isleta Pueblo’s chief criminal investigator, Lucero does not judge a victim for doing drugs, or running away. She doesn’t wait for them to show up. She starts investigating, posting their name and photo on social media, calling law enforcement contacts, maybe even television stations. Since 2015 she has handled eight such cases, with seven people found alive and one still missing.

“I believe that somebody knows somebody, and it keeps networking,” said Lucero.

Her prioritization of missing people, backed by Isleta police chief Victor Rodriguez, is not the norm amongst U.S. and tribal law enforcement where a jurisdictional maze and lack of resources contribute to an estimated 4,200 indigenous cases remaining unsolved, according to over a dozen law enforcement officials and policymakers Reuters spoke to.

These gaps have led Native American police Reuters met with to take matters into their own hands, some forming their own missing units. Still, they remain a minority amongst tribes, most of which lack the funds and staff to make missing members a priority, according to law enforcement and lawyers.

Driven by decades of Native American activism, data showing the scale of the crisis, and the appointment of the United States' first ever Native American cabinet secretary Deb Haaland, the issue of missing indigenous people entered the U.S. mainstream in the last five years.

State taskforces, federal and local investigative units and data initiatives have sprung up, with tribal and federal law enforcement reporting improved coordination.

Even federal law enforcement officials admit that Native American police are severely underfunded by the federal government, which provides public safety to tribes through the Bureau of Indian Affairs (BIA). On many reservations and pueblos that leads to low staffing, substandard investigations or no investigations of missing cases.

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abbatoirablaze · 2 months

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Shameless, Chapter 4

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: violence, mentions of fighting, mentions of cheating/being married to someone while being with another, manipulation, faking a death.

“Uh, pretty sure you can’t bring a baby into a bar, ma’am!” Kevin said sarcastically as Fiona waltzed in with Liam.

“You can’t get married if you already are!”

A brow rose as your sister stalked right up to him, “Fi!”

“I know, I know,” Kevin said quickly before looking at you, “I told her last night!”

“You knew about this?” Fiona accused angrily, “why the hell does she know, and V doesn’t?”

“He told me when he got wasted at the bar because he told V’s mom he was going to propose!”

“In my defense I never said I was going to propose…it was just a misunderstanding!” he said quickly, ‘these girls wanted my number, and I said I was engaged…”

“Oh, yeah, because that’s how my conversations happen too!” Fiona growled.

“Hey…I know it’s messed up!” Kevin answered, “I’m afraid to tell her though!”

“KEV!”

“You know, you two saying my name in sync like that…kinda hot. I know why people have a thing for twins now.”

“Disgusting!”

“Gross!”

“You need to tell her!”

“I don’t want to make her sad, Fi. It’d break my heart to hurt her.”

“Just tell her the truth, Kev…if you don’t, I will!” Fiona said firmly. Kevin looked up at her in shock as she put the sippy cup on the counter, “can you hit me with a milk refill?”

“That was cold!” you told your sister as Kevin walked away from the two of you and you got the container of milk from the fridge and filled it, “really cold, Fi.”

“Oh, look who’s talking to me again!” she remarked smartly, “you finally get over that whole thing with Tony?”

“Hardly,” you scoffed, “this doesn’t involve…us…it doesn’t count.”

“Saw you contributed to the squirrel fund still…you haven’t been home in a while…”

“What, you missing me and you sharing a bed like old times?” you growled, “Or you just miss having someone to shit all over when things ain’t going your way?”

“Hardly,” she repeated, copying your earlier sentiment, “but I do miss having you around the house…you and me…we keep it running. We’re a team, Fi Fi…always have been…always will be.”

“I’m not over what you did, Fiona…I have real, genuine feelings for Tony…”

“I-I don’t expect you to be, Fi Fi…but you’re my twin sister…I can’t do this without you!” she whimpered as you passed the cup back, “say you’ll come home…help me plan what’s going to be a crazy as all hell fake wedding for Kev and V….”

You sighed as you looked at your sister, “We still have to talk about it…”

“What, this didn’t count?”

“No, Fi…it doesn’t count.”

“This doesn’t count either…”

“Well duh…I’m not sober enough to remember any of it.”

“You never are…”

“God, are you ever going to relax and let me just breathe?” she growled, pulling the covers over her own body, “I get it. You’re mad about me having sex with Tony. Debs, Ian, and Lip already let me have it because apparently you two idiots are in love with each other. And yeah, I give ya a little more wiggle room with that shit because of your bipolar bullshit, but-”

“Leave my genetics out of it, Fiona…I’d rather be like Monica than Frank…”

She frowned at your insulation that she was more like Frank, “Fuck you, Fi Fi…”

“It’s whatever though. Apparently I’m the only idiot,” you said, shaking your head, “if he really cared about me as much as you are claiming then he wouldn’t have slept with you the other week. ”

She rolled her eyes, and you shifted so that you weren’t facing her anymore.

You didn’t want to let her see you tearing up.

“Fi Fi…”

You didn’t reply as you felt the tears streaming down your cheeks, hitting your pillow. You tried to stifle the sobs that threatened to wrack your body. Her arms wrapped around your waist, and it was like the floodgates opened. You couldn’t hold them back.

“Stop!” you begged as she nuzzled into your back.

“Fi Fi, I’m sorry, okay?” she asked, “don’t cry! Look, Tony meant nothing to me…and yeah, he was great for the whole ten minutes it lasted before those brats blasted outta the church, he’s not my type. I have Steve. I-“

“Then why did you do it?” you snapped, flipping yourself over so that you were staring into her chocolate eyes that mirrored your own, “if you didn’t care about him and you knew that I did, why did you do it, Fi? I’ve been in love with Tony since head start, and you just go and fuck him like it’s nothing!”

“He stuck his dick in me!”

“He’s an idiot!” you claimed, “he just wanted to get his dick wet!”

“What?” she scoffed, backing up, “you think I’m only good enough for him to fuck because he couldn’t get his grimy paws on your pussy?”

“Fi-“

“No, Fi Fi. I’m not second best,” she growled, sitting up, “I may not be first born, but that doesn’t mean I’m not second best neither. Tony didn’t fuck me simply because you weren’t around, and because we’re twins. I’m ‘good enough.’ Tony fucked me because he wanted to. And unlike him, I’m over here, trying to apologize to you, but all you care about is how I did it in the first place. Are you even fucking mad at him for it? Or is it because you’re too dick drunk on a virgin’s cock that you’re letting it slide? Or is it the Monica in you that’s just making you mad at me, huh?”

“Fuck you, Fiona.”

“He already did!”

A scream tore through your body as you lunged at your twin sister. Fists flying before you could figure out what you were even doing. You felt her pulling on your hair, but you didn’t care as your fists slammed into her face and chest.

“I hate you!” you screamed, “I HATE YOU! ALL YOU DO IS RUIN MY LIFE, AND TRY TO ACT LIKE YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME BECAUSE OF ALL THE BULLSHIT!”

“FUCK YOU!”

You felt arms pulling you away, and another separating you and Fiona even further. Lip and Ian were separating the two of you.

“STOP!”

“GET OFF ME LIP!”

“LET ME AT HER!”

“You two are fucking crazy, stop it!” Lip proclaimed, still holding a fighting Fiona on one side of the room, “SHIT STOP IT!”

“GET OUT! I WANT YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT, SOFIA!” Fiona screamed, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

Everyone froze at your sister’s words.

“What did you just say?”

“Get the fuck out of my house!”

“You can’t kick me out!”

“I’m the one that’s been running this place. I don’t split my time between school and them,” she spat, “what I say goes. And I say you’re fucking out, Fi Fi!”

“Fiona,” Lip said quickly, his grip loosening on her, “you can’t be serious. Fi Fi is the reason why we’re still floating after you couldn’t get any big jobs the past two weeks…she paid most of the bills this month.”

“You can’t kick her out!” Ian said sadly, his own grip loosening as well as he came to the realization that Fiona wasn’t joking, “we-we’re family. You can’t kick her out! She’s the oldest. And-”

“Any one that wants to go with her, can…but she’s fucking out!” she hissed, “pack your shit, Sofia.”

“Y-you can’t just kick me out. I live here, Fi. I-“

“Not anymore you don’t. Get your shit, Sofia!”

“The electric is off…”

“Not my problem, Lip…” you said quickly, trying to ignore what your little brother was saying, “Fiona kicked me out. You know that. You were there.”

“Yeah, and I was there when I packed a bag and came here!” you reminded him, gesturing around yourself to the spare room in the back of the Alibi Room, “Kate and Kev are letting me take the cot but only letting me take my tips. No rate. And I’m homeless the end of the week.”

“What about Milkovich?”

“Colin’s bail hearing is Thursday…hopefully they let him out and I can crash at the Milkovich house…but if they keep him locked up, I’ll be at the park, sleeping in the slide or turning tricks on the corner for a room.”

“Shit, Fi Fi…don’t you have anything saved up?”

“I put everything I had into the squirrel fund, Lip…I didn’t exactly expect Fiona to kick me out. And I’m not going to rip that money out of the fund because Fiona’s a cunt. That money keeps you and the littles afloat, not just her,” you reminded him, “and I let Ian take the phone, so I haven’t been able to get any calls for the odd jobs I usually do. I only got a hundred and fifty, and that won’t hold me over long in a motel. Not to mention the costs for the L to get to and from school. I’m gonna go to see Eddie in a bit before my shift and pawn my laptop and shit…I can use the school’s computers for my online class…”

“Fiona said she had money, but I don’t think she does…” he said offhandedly, “I think she’s just saying that, so we don’t freak out.”

“Again…not my problem.”

“What if Colin isn’t getting out?”

“I don’t know, Lip…I-I never had a contingency plan put in place in case Fi kicked me out,” you admitted, “I never thought I had a reason to.”

“So in the course of the two weeks that I’ve been gone, you managed to let the electricity get turned off, Carl almost got expelled, and Lip almost got killed by some killed on the football team?” you scoffed, looking into the eyes that mirrored your own, “you’re right Fi, you can handle it all on your own. And you’re doing a bang-up job.”

“Hey, fuck you, Sofia!” she growled, “I didn’t wanna kick you out. I had to. You fucking assaulted me.”

“You were fine!” you growled back, “I wouldn’t have done any real damage. And if I recall, you were hitting me too!”

“Steve sure as shit seemed to think you did enough. V was laughin about how it looked like I got attacked by a mountain lion that had a baby with Mike Tyson!”

“So, what, you bled a little!”

“You’re fucking crazy, Sofia.”

“That isn’t anything new in the news. But hey, so are you,” you reminded her, “we get it from Monica and Frank.”

She tried to bite back her laughter as she took a drag from her beer, “come back home, Fi Fi.”

“You ain’t gonna try and kick me out again?”

“I might,” she shrugged, “you gonna try and kick the shit out of me again?”

“I didn’t try…I did.”

“Yeah, yeah…come here you fucking bitch!” she called as she pulled you into a hug.

“What the actual fuck is going on?” you asked, “and why is there a hearse outside?”

Debbie all but lit up as she saw you at the door, “SOFIA!”

“SOFIA!” Carl smiled, running up as he joined the group hug.

“Glad you could make it to my funeral!”

“Frank, what the fuck?”

“Some killers are after daddy!” Debbie said from your side, “we have to pretend to throw a funeral for him, so they get off his back.

You looked to V who was helping set shit up, “V?”

“Sorry, Sofia,” she shrugged, “had to make it happen quick. These guys were gonna come after you guys if he didn’t pay up…and well, you know. He can’t!”

“What do I have to do?”

“Help Debbie get changed and then you do the same,” she asked, “pick out something for Fi to wear when she gets back from picking Liam up.”

“Got it!” you sighed, looking to your younger sister, “come on Debs.”

She nodded and dragged you upstairs as Carl let go, and while she went to her room to get something together you went to your room that you shared with Fiona, and started digging through the drawers for two outfits that were all black.

Finding something sufficient that would work a few minutes later, you had changed and went to Debbie’s room, “you okay in there, kid?”

“Yeah…I’m ready. Did you pick out something for Fiona?”

“Yeah,” you agreed as she opened her door. She was wearing a simple black shirt and a pleated skirt, “you look good.”

“Thanks!” she smiled, doing a little twirl.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

“Sounds like Fiona is home!” she frowned, offering out her hand, “come on. Someone’s gonna have to explain what daddy did!”

“Oh, take this!” you said, putting a black lace head covering on her. She gave you another smile and started down the steps. You followed her shortly after. Fiona gave you a look when she saw you.

“Did you know about this?”

“Just found out about it when I came home!” you replied, “but I think we’re a little past being surprised when it comes to Frank, right?”

She nodded and sighed, knowing that what you were saying was true, “well…let’s get the show on the road then.”

“Go get changed! We’ve got a loving, devoted father to bury!” you said with a smile.

Chapter 5

#shameless #season 1 #fiona gallagher #frank gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #veronica fisher #kevin ball

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hamliet · 2 years

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So, you said qaf is full of symbolism can you make some examples with some of your favourite imagery? Thank you!

Honestly I could do an episode by episode breakdown but ain't nobody got time for that (and no one would read it lol).

Scarf/Art as Life

One of the best ones that I noticed as I went through for the first time was the blood-stained scarf as Brian's life, which is tied to Justin, and also Justin's art, which is symbolic of his own life. I already wrote about those in depth here. But I do recall watching the episode and as soon as the scarf appeared, I noted that it was a symbol for Brian's life; when it ended up bloodstained, this was even more reinforced. And then, when it reappeared in the second season, I was genuinely shocked--it should have, but that is a detail that could easily have been neglected since symbolism is a lost art these days. Instead it's given its final focus after Justin and Brian make love for the first time since the incident. The art symbolism continues into the series' finale.

Sunshine

Justin is nicknamed "Sunshine" by Debbie and "sonny boy" by Brian, with of course the double meaning since "sonny" is pronounced the same as "sunny" in English. But the idea of Justin as a light appears numerous times in the story: he first meets Brian under a streetlight, and realizes that he wants to be back with Brian post break-up while again sticking his head under a lamp.

The Race

I've also written in-depth several times now about the race symbolism at the end of season 4. I love it. Also, I love how it calls back to Justin working so hard to get out of the hospital to see Brian in season 2... but Brian was always there.

Peter Pan

I've also mentioned how Michael's name is probably an allusion to Peter Pan, since Lindsay constantly calls Brian "Peter" starting from episode 1, and Brian calls Lindsay "Wendy." Of course, Peter Pan syndrome is at the core of Brian's character arc: he's gotta grow up. But it's also reinforced through other ways--for example, Brian's bratty nephews are actually named John and Peter, two other Peter Pan characters.

"Have Some Balls"

Minor thing, but during the confrontation where Justin shows Brian he wants to get back together, Brian tells him:

Oh, that is so like you! You don’t hear what you want, so you leave. Try standing up for yourself for a change? Have some balls!

Followed, of course, by a kiss. But that's season 3. Season 4 reuses this phrase by making "Have Some Balls" the literal title of the episode where Justin shows up and tells Brian off for hiding the fact that he had cancer and tells Brian to deal with him being taken care of for once. Standing up for yourself sometimes looks like accepting you need to ask for help (another theme throughout multiple seasons).

Home

Home is a motif really more so than just a symbol, but it's one of two major motifs introduced in episode one of the first season that then continues throughout all five seasons. When Brian's son is born, he tries to kick Justin out so that he can go see Gus, but Justin says "I can't go home." Because he has nowhere to go, Brian allows Justin to stay with him. Justin then quite literally ends up homeless, with Brian unwilling to commit but also not willing to throw him onto the street. But Brian in the end helps Justin find a temporary home with Deb.

In season 2, Brian tells Justin that he wants to "come home to" him every night. In season 4, Brian firstly kicks Justin out of their home because he thinks Justin will split now that he's got cancer, and then makes the big step of asking Justin to move back in, and Justin does in season 5, but it doesn't last. Why? Well, in season 5, Michael and Brian have this dialogue about Michael's suburban life with Ben:

Michael : It’s a home!

Brian: It’s a farce! It’s a freak show!

The point is that Brian mistakes a home here for a suburban life, instead of remembering where home has always been for him. Home being another person. He's Justin's home, and Justin is Brian's. When Brian finally decides to commit, he goes and... buys a home to symbolize it. But in the end, Justin doesn't want the home. He wants Brian, flaws and all.

Religion/God

I'm absolutely going to fumble this explanation because there is a lot of nuance and deeper dives needed into the nature of humanism and empathy and existentialism on the show to fully make this one clear. I just don't have time for that now, so have a messy ramble.

The second motif that's introduced in season one, episode one. For starters, Brian and Justin meet outside Babylon, a rather Biblical name. Yeah, yeah, you can associate with promiscuity and I don't doubt that's why the club is named that, but in terms of symbolism, Babylon is in the bible a place of exile, of wandering, of lamenting for... you guessed it, home. So. It's rather fitting Brian meets Justin outside of it, even if it's not intentional (it might be, though).

But anyways. The motif is then brought up when Justin tells Daphne "I just met the face of God. His name is Brian Kinney." Michael and Emmett also compare Brian to a god at various points--Michael in season 1, Emmett in season 3.

Ted later tells Emmett and Michael that:

I think God appreciates it even more. Because he created you in his image. At least that's what I was always taught. And since God is love and God doesn't make mistakes, then you must be exactly the way he wants you to be. And that goes for every person, every planet, every mountain, every grain of sand, every song, every tear... and every f****t. We're all his, Emmett. He loves us all.

The idea of "God is love" is how the show defines God, regardless of faith (though it does rely more on Christian symbolism unsurprisingly because America's literary zeitgeist is saturated with ideas of sacrifice and resurrection; to its credit, QaF largely rejects the former (but not always) and celebrates the latter). Lots of people use religion to hurt our characters (and frankly, in real life, lots of people use religion to hurt queer people). But love is something all these characters have for each other, and so there's an element of the divine in these relationships, of always finding their way back to one another, of things like forgiveness and grace and rebirth and resurrection (something Justin, Michael, and Brian all explicitly go through, with Justin and Michael's respective near death experiences and Brian's dream of himself in a casket right after he tells Justin he loves him for the first time. This symbolizes Brian finally growing and transcending his childish, petty self to an extent).

QaF is also fundamentally about humanity, and a celebration of life. There's an idea that everyone is put on this earth to love, no matter how that looks, and that's what the show ultimately upholds as its central value. Love is good. Simple, yet radical. Showing people they are loved is even better, and that's again also something associated with the divine in some ways in the show. For example, the moment where Brian tells off his highly religious, homophobic mother by saying God gave him another chance post-cancer so he can fuck every hot guy he sees, and then God actually comes through and he gets hard for the first time since his surgery (and goes to immediately find Justin). It's a funny scene, but it also could be read as having thematic depth in that Brian is given another chance to go and show Justin that he loves him.

#ask hamliet #qaf #queer as folk #britin #brian kinney #justin taylor #michael novotny #qaf us #overanalyzing is what i do #i should shut up but no #qaf meta

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2/3 ‘POOR SUNSHINE? DEB SUNSHINE IS THE ONE THAT *CHEATED* AND YOU OUT OF EVERYONE HERE KNOWS THAT BRIAN LOVES HIM WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED? Did I hallucinate that episode where Brian was all hot in that green light? thank you linds- HE SHOULDVE SHOWED IT? Fuck you Debbie, fuck you. You know! And you clearly know that Justin cheated but you don’t care? I THOUGHT SHE CARED ABOUT BRIAN?! Does no one care about him except me?! Fuck you too Ted. BRI!!! I AM YOUR REAL FRIEND! I DEFENDED YOU THE ENTIRE TIME! Oh look it’s cheater! BRIAN DONT SHOW HIM YOU CARE! Fuck all of you!..okay Mikey, maybe that’s a bit much..is that why he got punched?’ He is so stressed that he genuinely looks like he’s two seconds away from a stroke ‘oh no Bri Bri is home. Is this his first time coming to an empty loft since the prom? OH he knows Justin was here, what is he holding, is that Justins? If he holds it to himself like in Brokeback mountain, I’m killing myself. Oh you sweet poor baby, it’s okay, you still have me. OH NOT THE DRAWING! Good for you Bri Bri. But damn that hurts.. OH MY GOD HE TALKS ABOUT IT WITH LINDSAY?! SO HE WENT TO HER AND IS JUST POURING HIS HEART OUT? *NEVER* beg! (Linds says she saw it coming) Oh did ya? I fucking wonder why? No wonder he found someone else? (My name) can you play the episodes where she gets cheated on and how Bri reacted to it? You know who says shit like that? Horrible bitter evil people! (Lindsay says bri can get justin back) but people have the right to change and i always admired that about them! YOU NEVER LOVED HIM? that’s because you still love him. (Brian says hed never ask him to be something he isnt) this motherfucker would burn down the house with him still inside it if it meant everyone else got to be okay and happy.‘ ‘Debbie is about to beat Michaels ass! Why doesn’t she ever defend Brian?! FUCK YOU DEBBIE! EVERYTHING BUT LOVE HIM? IT WAS YOU WHO GOT HIM TO ADMIT IT! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! HE CANT LOVE ANYBODY?! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL! Each one of you is a horrible friend!’ He is once again outside smoking while walking up and down the yard. ‘Oh absolutely not! You are not bringing Ethan to a party that everyone else is at! FUCK YOU MEL! Literally everyone hates Brian. Fuck you all selfish assholes’ ‘i love Emmett and Ted as friends! I’ll like them as a couple if this dynamic doesn’t change.’ ‘BRIAN! he is miserable alone, isn’t he? YES BEN! HE NEEDS SOMEONE! FINALLY SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS IT! Ben there is still hope for you!’ ‘Bri, doesn’t look good. He literally looks like he’s about to drop dead. And people dare to say he’s okay? All this is showing me is that they all suck as friends….*he winced and i was about to ask if he’s okay* oh dancing isn’t their thing, huh? or do they suck on purpose because he’s drugged up?’ Said with the biggest smile on his face ‘oh i forgot Mikey gets punched’ ‘can you take me to a gay bar? It looks fun and i think I would make a lot of friends. I think I’m fun- OH IS BRIAN GONNA GO? (The cringe scene with Debbie/Ethan/Justin happens) Why is he following Justin around? He is literally not even a step behind? That’s embarrassing. Go to hell. Dude just stay where you are. Or better yet, leave. YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT OR PRIVILEGE TO SAY SUNSHINE! NO HE IS NOT ADORABLE! No offense to the actor, I’m sure he’s nice but HE IS NOT ADORABLE. OH MY GOD ITS BRIAN! What is wrong with Mel? She fucking invited him. Man fuck her. She makes it difficult to like her. *pauses ep* sorry, he just reminded me that I too have to go to the bathroom’ He is making this 45 minute ep last way longer than needed because he keeps pausing it to make an ‘ughhh’ sound whenever someone other than Brian is on screen. ‘OH MY GOD JUSTIN AND BRI! Are they for real gonna pee together? JUSTIN HE JUST TOLD YOU TO WASH YOUR HANDS! *said like Eric in Sex Ed* DIRTY PIG! (brian says thee line) *pauses tv on him and walks up to it* THIS *waves his hands all over Brian* is killing me! He looks sad! And telling him he hopes he gets what he wants? FUCK! he wants you, dont think otherwise!’

Oh yes, the beginning of S3 when Team Brian needs to be extra fucking protective because nobody but Michael (ugh) is taking Brian’s side. To the extent they have sides (I feel like Brian especially is not interested in “sides”). They both fucked up and no one sees it.

“this motherfucker would burn down the house with him still inside it if it meant everyone else got to be okay and happy.” HE REALLY AND TRULY GETS BRIAN KINNEY

Ohhh the ill-fated Ted/Emmett relationship. I’ll be curious as to his thoughts as this progresses and unfolds.

Can you take me to a gay bar? I love your brother. I think the entire fandom wants to take him to a gay bar.

And yes that bathroom scene is so heartbreaking. Brian is devastated but just wants Justin to be happy…

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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fullmoonfireball · 2 years

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finally snapped and decided to Monster High-ify some of the monster AU designs because I’ve had that idea rotating in my brain for a while now

some notes under the cut if you’re inch rested

Jazz:

Aspmine is... a real stretch of a pun, I know, but I couldn’t come up with anything better. I considered “Jaserpent”, but that felt way too clumsy. and yes it DOES feel weird to spell her name with an E at the end, but “Aspmin” didn’t look right. also I changed his last name/parentage to fit MH’s continuity better.

Asp’s style is overall wintery, with a bit of greek influence and a healthy does of accessories (pins, patches, etc.)

the hair+hat was inspired by Deb from The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, because their normal “haircut” didn’t quite fit the MH vibe unfortunately 😔

I know logically I should’ve made their mouth look more cute/feminine with lipstick and such (probably something comparable to Venus McFlytrap’s mouth), but I’m too attached to monster!Jazz’s =} face to draw him any other way

the ‘snake’ around Asp’s neck isn’t real. it’s just a fancy knit scarf. the belt, however, is snakeskin! or it’s supposed to look like it, at least.

the other Gorgon characters have legs, I know, but hear me out. I hate drawing high heels. Deuce and Viperine look pretty different in terms of monstrous features, and there are Monster High dolls with tails instead of legs, so I think I can keep her shape the same, as a treat. plus it reflects the og AU’s Weirdness in their family (with having some cockatrice in the family, which helps a little to explain how her cousin is a siren)

Guy:

yeah I... couldn’t figure out a good pun for him. I tried to work in a “John Doe” angle because of how “Guy” (pronounced like “gi”) looks like the word “guy”, and noppera-bō are faceless, but I couldn’t make it flow right. so instead, his last name is just “whose face” (誰の顔) bc it was the best thing I could come up with

unlike Jazz, I didn’t decide to tweak his family to be related to Kiyomi Haunterly. nothing against her (I haven’t even seen Haunted), but noppera-bō are generic yōkai and as opposed to specific individuals like the Gorgon sisters, and if other generic creatures can have multiple unrelated characters, so can they.

I had to give ONE of these boys that Generic Manster Drip™, and with Guy being a jock who I often portray in a letterman jacket... yeah, he was the obvious target. I think I managed to spice it up enough to 1) show that he’s fashionable “despite” being a jock, and 2) add enough monstrous flare to it, though.

I thought about adding more distinctly Japanese elements to their outfit (kind of like Kiyomi’s sailor collar necklace...thing) but I wasn’t sure how to go about it. the popular male school uniform didn’t combine well with the letterman jacket look, and putting a buttonup shirt under the jacket made him look too formal for these purposes.

yes, the back pack is meant to be a stand-in for JPG’s.. JP. not much to say about it other than the fact I’m probably a little too proud of the transparency effect with it and his hand.

speaking of the transparency, I’m actually pretty happy with how it looks on him! I usually portray monster!Guy as just a normal-looking guy until he wipes his face off, since that’s how noppera-bō are, but the more ghostly elements were really fun to add, honestly. the white lines for the face especially were a little tricky, but look really satisfying!

I also made his hair lighter and a bit ‘cloudy’ to capture the look that most MH ghosts have with their flowy hair, while still keeping it the texture intact.

Rookie:

coming up with a good name for him was a pain in the ass. I tried to do something based off “transform” (bc heehee he’s trans), but it didn’t feel right. I also tried using “Buddy” as his ‘nickname’ for a while since Dog, but I eventually settled on using his original ‘nickname’, because it offered a funny bit of irony when paired with him being a werewolf. the last name also might have been stolen from an ancient MH OC of mine, but we don’t need to delve into that.

I still don’t really know how his family situation works in the actual AU, but here he and his siblings (a harpy and a merrow) are the adoptive children of a shapeshifter and... probably a living sculpture? I haven’t actually decided for sure what Polaris and Callie Graphee are in the main AU yet.

technically, Rookie’s a wulver and not a werewolf in the monster AU, but even ignoring some jokes I’ve made about the idea of his AU self being a werewolf... he’s literally a werewolf in canon. I’m allowed to take this “liberty”.

okay, onto actual design notes! I tried to keep his summery Funnie Guy fashion style from canon but... he turned out a lot more alt than I intended? I don’t dislike it, but it’s interesting that the look ended up taking such a turn without my intent.

at first I tried to give him the letterman jacket, because I think it’s an underrated look for him, but... yeah no. too plain, and it felt redundant with Guy.

the suspenders were inspired by SCPPS’s design for Director!Rookie, because I think the loose suspenders are very charming on him!

decided to go with torn capris instead of his typical shorts to fit the MH vibe (since shorts are usually relegated to sport or beach lines), as well as emphasize the werewolf vibe.

to finish off that werewolf vibe, I decided to give him a collar choker, mostly inspired by the werewolves in Fright On!, albeit styled more like a normal dog collar than the spiked ones they have.

#Vesper's Art #Ace #Vesper's OCs #Jasmin #Jet Pack Guy #Rookie #monster AU #miscellaneous unnamed AUs #bc this is technically AU of an AU #Club Penguin #might do this w/ some of the other characters if people like this #these three are just the ones i had Ideas™ for

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eldrai · 1 year

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I hate it here. AKA a lovely collection of transphobia:

[Image ID: a twitter thread replying to a tweet by Squeaky (@squeakyvitch): As someone who frequently interviews and appoints, I see pronouns as a massive red flag #pronouns

Deb: Is it because you think that person is going to be hard work and/or a bit of a trouble maker? Because that's what I'd think.

Squeaky: Yes and there's something about putting pronouns conspicuously on a resume that almost seems challenging]

[Image ID 1/2: A separate reply thread to the tweet.

@ cybertune21: Its not a red flag at all. It does not hurt you at all.

Nobody: It's not about whether it personally hurts the interviewer. It's about what it indicates about the applicant's attitude and ability to get along with others. And yes, HUGE red flag that will hurt your employment chances, no matter how much you whine on twitter that it shouldn't.

End ID]

Worth noting how many more likes the reply got than the one sane person in this thread.

[Image ID 2/2: A separate reply thread.

Ellie: I always try to remain neutral but how someone will fit into your corporate/office culture has to be a consideration when you are hiring. I think that's something a lot of people overlook.

TabbyTail: On the other hand, there are corporate cultures an applicant may not want to fit into, so flagging this at the application stage might be beneficial for both sides]

Yeah, transphobes are famously fucking known for being considerate.

[Image ID: Two separate reply threads.

The first username is obscured: It's not about their personal choice of self representation, you can tell when someone puts pronouns by their name, if it's being used as a badge and shield giving away special rights to behave a certain way, which can terrorise and be unfair to other workers. Creating hostility.]

[The second reply thread

Hackney Poundshop: They're going to be trouble. That's how I look at it.

Donna: Yup a bloody nightmare for any hr dept - unless the hr dept is captured of course. They did attempt to get us to put pronouns in our e mails at our work - there were blank stares all around and then it went all quiet.

Emmeline Wyndham: I have an appreciable say in company communication, and have made it clear that there will be no pronouns in email signatures on my watch.

End ID]

So first of all, I'll bet anything the special rights mentioned is just,, being annoyed at being misgendered. Terrorising colleagues... for fuck's sake . Poor TERFs. Same as the second person saying they'll be trouble.

Also that last person. How miserable do you have to be to spent time actually caring about email signatures? Like it's one thing if it's a matter of professionalism but bloody pronouns?

[Image ID: four separate replies.

LyraValdo84: I know someone who works as Head of HR for a large company and he feels exactly the same. I'm pretty sure he saves himself many hours of headaches by just filing those cv's into the bin.

Rhiannon: To me it's a signal of a truth denier. If they can't even acknowledge truths that's a massive 🚩 what other lies will they tell

Wanda Leng KPPS: I'm so glad to hear that. I wouldn't feeling safe working with a pronoun person these days. They're a huge 🚩 to me too.

Angela N Taylor: When I see applications listing pronouns I assume it's a warning of potential ofdice drama. They're pretty much an immediate rejection.

End ID]

"pronoun person" Jesus christ. You could just not be a TERF, Wanda. That would work.

I hate that these are the kind of people hiring. Having an influence on people's jobs. It makes me feel sick.

[ID: four separate replies.

IamGroot: Great way of reducing down potential interview candidates to a manageable number though I'd imagine.

Pronouns on the CV = straight to bin.

DS: My pronouns are fire/bomb/gun and all must be yelled to be properly inclusive.

ReWitched: It takes hours to reduce the pile of CVs to a manageable 8-10 to be interviewed in a single day, the max time managers can afford to take out of normal working. Anything to help reduce the pile is good, either pros (skills, experience, tone) or cons (difficult to work with?)

Hip Dipp: Gotta admit tho, it helps filter out the problem makers. It's a good thing we have a way to identify weirdos.

End ID]

Just the number of likes on all of these, and all of them themselves, make me sick. England is fucking awful to trans people and nobody is talking about it. Nobody seems to care

#transphobia #uk politics #image described #english politics #discrimination #eldrai.txt #long post

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thissugarcane · 2 years

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qaf season 4 rewatch: 4x02

again, this is for my own plot-organization purposes, I expect little-to-no coherence or interest to most people. this is just me, organizing the episode notes scene-by-scene to eventually rewrite them. oh fanfic. the things I do for you.

4x02, I don't even remember what happens in this one.

first scene: darren in his apartment with justin

Darren's living room is fulll of his costumes and a sewing table, he's beat up, broken leg

justin is serving him a sandwich from the dining table, and Darren is making fun of Justin for not knowing gay film history

Darren's depressed because he might have a limp and is really quite cynical, Justin is trying Brian's "try not to think about it" and faking really well as Darren is talking to him (he's doing a really great job with Darren, but not with Brian later?)

next scene: michael at the diner with deb and ben

michael doesn't want to go to the fairy retreat

radical gay fairy gatherings, started by harry hay in the seventies?

Justin to Deb: Darren asked me to thank you for all the food you've sent him. Ben: How's he doing? Justin: I'm afraid it's gonna be a while before Shanda Lear appears in public again. Deb: At least he has one ray of sunshine in his life. Ben: Tell him we'll miss him at the Center tonight but we'll make sure this never happens again.

No wonder Justin did badly after the bashing, no one sees when he's falling apart.

Emmett shows up and guilts (?) Michael into coming with him by saying "I'm so grateful for your love and support"

next scene, Ted at group

ted making jokes about cleaning his condo, and then seriously: thinking about where he should be

Blake is smiling sweetly and also awkward

Ted's suddenly optimistic (because of Blake's help, awww) even in the face of the negative nelly in group telling him (the truth, that) the world isn't the same one you left

next scene, brian and justin post-sex in the loft

Brian telling the head-hunter to go fuck themselves while justin's being flirty <3

head hunter offer: 2/3rds of his previous salary, a lesser title and no profit sharing until the 5th year

Justin's still worried about Brian's situation, and Brian's very sincere when he says "what's one more [risk]? besides. if I don't do this now, I never will." brian knows he might as well risk everything because he's got nothing left to lose except Justin -- he was already willing to sell the loft.

next scene, michael and emmett showing up at the fairy retreat

emmett: "haven't been a virgin since I was fifteen."

Michael's "what's a yurt?" is hilarious.

next scene: brian pitching to the sex store on liberty

the store's name: Slings and Eros.

the owner (manager?) "I adore makeovers, but our ad budget is only $200 a month."

Brian: "great, then we'll run a lean campaign. no fat." then he looks so in pain.

next scene: rehab with Blake and Ted

Ted saying "he doesn't bother me" but Blake does say basically "be cautious, people will need time, you and your friends."

Ted wants to "give you a call, strictly on a professional basis" and Blake responds "or just to say hello". They are so sweet.

Oh jeez, the Eels in this scene is so painful. :/ Ted really does transform as much or more as everyone else in this show.

next scene: cynthia showing up at the loft while Justin is there to show Brian the remson campaign

She actually took the boards for Remson from Vangard. She really does have steel balls

Remson Pharmaceuticals was Brian's "last campaign".

The pill: "it also reduces your viral load" - and that's when Justin is interested.

Cynthia: "Vance is taking your idea and pitching it to Remson tomorrow." So Brian has 24 hours to come up with this pitch.

[Damnit, originally I wrote the remson pitch to be post-surgery because it's Brian talking about anti-nausea medication and how pukey he feels, but it's too close to the beginning of this episode to work? Maybe push this back a few weeks and he's recovering from surgery? That might work?]

Justin: So come up with another idea. Cynthia immediately says she'll come work with him again. Justin: It's not the size that matters, it's the vision.

Next scene: at the fairy retreat

I love that both Michael and Emmett are skeptical of this

and then immediately Michael is flirty

Also, so, okay, wouldn't naked volleyball be a little painful for one's dick?

next scene: at the centre meeting about the bashing (oh god)

there on behalf of the board: Ben and Mel (standing) and Lindsay (not lindsay, she's in the audience) and two others (?) at the table. a guy to the left, a blonde woman (?) in the middle, and someone I can't see to the right. and at another table there's another bald guy behind them to stage right. (maybe board secretary?)

Deb: suggests more cops on the streets (what?). lindsay says petition the mayor. someone says "more lighting on side streets." someone says "whistles."

then cody from the back of the room stands up, "we protect ourselves".

justin is impressed (he's also sitting with Lindsay). He's mostly impressed with Cody pointing out that the law doesn't protect the queer community ("the law that says you can't get married?")

[note to self: when brian and justin argue about this, have someone who was at the meeting point out that if Justin really wants to help on a larger level he should go to fucking law school to fight back, not beat the shit out of people.]

Next scene, the diner: Deb, Mel and Lindsay sitting together, Justin (somewhere? sitting with Brian?) and Brian at the counter apparently.

deb, talking to mel and lindsay -- they caught the bashers

Justin's there, says "it was thanks to Darren's description" and that Darren is bloodthirsty.

Ted walks in, Deb is all ridiculous and they're all "hey ted!!" and then they're like, shit, small talk is hard and then they're like shit I need to leave.

Obviously as much as they're glad he's okay they don't want to actually talk to him.

Brian was sitting at the counter this whole time hahaha! this is where Brian says "you hit rock bottom with a resounding thud" and, then says "guess what? There's nowhere to go but up". aka Brian knows exactly that, because that's where Brian IS. (he hit bottom and has really, really felt it.)

next scene: the gym

brian pitching to Ript gym "cross pollination campaign with Torso, $200 bucks on clubwear there, 10% off here."

Ben and Hunter come in (they have memberships); Brian calls them "Batman and the new Robin" lolol. Ben's only reaction: "Better not tell the old Robin that." Brian looks genuinely glad to see the two of them honestly. He must like Ben.

Hunter to Brian: "You want to hook up in the steam room?" and Brian just laughs: "Yeah, he should fit in here just fine."

Hunter points to an antiviral campaign for "Ritacet" [not a real drug] and is like "why don't I just take that?" and Ben points out all the problems.

Ben: "That's not what HIV looks like. And the meds don't fix anything, they buy you time -- if they work. And then there are dozens of side effects, skin rashes, liver failure, cardiac arrest."

Brian: "Little early to be freaking the kid out, don't you think?"

Ben: "I just don't want him believing some misleading ad that makes it seem like all you have to do is just pop some pill and you're as good as new. Anybody who's taken one knows what a crock of shit that is."

And this is Brian's "aha" moment

next scene, in the woods at the fairy retreat while emmett is sitting by a stream looking vaguely laura ingells wilder?

gets offered a mushroom and white rabbit [no wait this is a remix I think] starts playing, lol, is he really going on a vision quest in the woods?

yes, yep, he is. wearing birkenstocks, wool socks, and a straw bonnet.

comes across someone.... building a fire pit? and meets an older guy also wearing a straw bonnet. lol, Emmett admitting he thinks it's all nonsense. they talk about renewing Emmett's flame, feeling better, being proud, etc.

next scene: Ted's condo

hey, Ted has a macbook pro! nice.

checking his email, it's all doctor crystal

he kept his crystal in the kitchen drawer? that's not sanitary for Emmett's party planning business.

knock on the door right before he's starting to use and it's Mel and Lindsay, they apologize for running out at the diner

they see the crystal on the counter and Mel is skeptical but still. Ted immediately denies he was tempted

Ted: "crunchy granola. Are you trying to convert me?" they ask him over for dinner

next scene, the pitch in (I guess) vangard's boardroom.

It's Vance and.... Cynthia? Did Vance decide to make cynthia his EA or is she now an account exec? Or is it just because it's Brian's pitch and Vance had no idea what to do with it?

three people in the room from Remson, two brunet guys and a blond woman (?) - [a] Mr. Remson is in the room

Drug name: "Endovir"

Vance pitching it's the promise of health, and hope, and a future. "to accentuate the positive aspects of being positive." the campaign is based on one simple word [optimism]

Brian walks in with a fruit plate? and says that word is bullshit.

Vance asks "how the hell did you know about this meeting?" and Brian tells him "I'm the one who set it up. Before I left." Because he's protecting Cynthia in case it doesn't work.

Brian says his campaign is "based on one simple word. And that word is honesty." Vance reads out the slogans so skeptically.

Remson: "you've got to be kidding." Brian: "it's strong medicine, I'll admit that." Remson: "We spent six years and fifty million developing this drug. I personally worked my ass off getting it through the FDA. [he's proud of that.] and you think I'm gonna throw it away on some ad campaign that tells people they're gonna feel like hell?"

Brian: "They already know that. and they're willing to accept it, provided your drug can buy them another year. another month. that's all they're hoping for. that's all they want. And that's all you can honestly offer."

Then Brian tells Remson that the original idea was his too. Brian: "Having HIV may not be a ride in the park, but with Endovir, it's not a death sentence. So why not just say that?" [the board he's holding while he says this is "it's not a cure but it sure beats dying."]

next scene, Justin pacing in front of Darren in Darren's apartment.

Justin's wearing too-long jeans and converse

He's happy they caught the motherfuckers, all riled up and just says "now all you have to do is finger the motherfuckers, metaphorically, and they can go to prison for twenty years."

Darren's focused on thinking about Shanda's comeback. "Of course I heard you." He pretends he wasn't all fired up too, and then when Justin asks "where's the lineup" Darren's faux-offended response is "if you're referring to what goes on in the back room of a certain club, I don't engage in such activity." so he's a Center snobby gay.

Darren finally admits he's not going to point them out, and this is where Justin starts to get mad. Justin: "Darren. Why did you change your mind?" Darren, finally genuine: "I guess I had time to think. And I decided, cowardice is the better part of valor."

Justin's trying to be comforting when he says, "nothing is going to happen" and Darren shoots back, "How do you know that! Say I identify them. Say they go to trial. Say they get off. Say they come looking for me."

Justin: "Say they're back on the street tomorrow because you didn't do anything. Say they attack someone else." Darren: "Look, you're the one who told me to put all this behind me. To get on with my life." Justin is shocked. Darren. "Yes. I do think blond."

Justin: "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it's time that we stood up for ourselves, fought back." Darren: [scoffs] "When your attacker bashed you, and left you for dead, and then they got off practically scott-free, what exactly did you do?" and justin is silent and like. panicked, almost.

next scene, Blake and Ted at the diner

Blake: "you can call me any time." Ted is freaking out and not being patient. Ted: "I make my friends nervous. ... they don't trust me." Blake: "the same thing happened to me. Eventually they came around. Forgave me. Except one." Blake admits then it's Ted he never really made amends to, "we lost touch. But recently, we've reconnected."

next scene, at the loft, Justin and Brian

Justin drawing in pencil even though earlier in the episode he admitted that he can only draw with a pencil for about fifteen minutes before his hand starts to shake so he's pushing it

Interestingly it's Rage that's doing all the violence in the drawing -- a way to divorce himself from the anger?

He's drawing on the lit-up coffee table (did Brian buy him a light table?? *hearteyes*)

Brian is wearing levis and a white vee-neck teeshirt, obviously not going out.

Justin rejects Brian's physical attempt to make him feel better (take care of his hand)

Brian: "Somebody's pissed off." Justin: "yeah, you would be too if you got your head bashed in." Brian: "Yeah I know, I was there." and brian looks at him like, how dare you use that against me, not mad, but disappointed and concerned, because not once has Justin thrown the bashing in Brian's face -- in fact he's the only one that never did

Brian: "I thought you'd put that behind you, and moved on." Justin: "I don't wanna talk about it." -- Justin Taylor, who actually runs away more often than people admit.

Brian tries *again* to comfort him physically and Justin pushes him away.

Justin: "Darren refused to identify his attackers. They're gonna get off. When I told him to be brave, stand up for himself, he said what did you do? I was a coward. I should have done something and I didn't." Brian's response of "want to get even? then be successful" doesn't sate Justin's desire for vengeance or justice.

[note to self: if they have this conversation about justin being a coward, Brian should say something like "was I a coward? I did nothing. I could have done something to him in the parking garage. later on. I could have found him in a dark alley and *holding up drawing* ripped his dick off. I didn't. So I guess I'm a coward,." maybe this is what results in Justin throwing the glass?]

Brian says be the biggest fucking success you can be, and Justin rolls his eyes and is all "I know." Brian: "Well then if you know, take that anger and put it into your work. Use it." This is genuinely useful advice, but obviously Justin isn't ready to hear it.

[Note to self: someone else has to intervene before Justin goes off the rails here, and I'm not honestly sure who it should be.]

Justin says Guernica is bullshit, it hangs in a fucking museum. [Art] doesn't do a motherfucking thing. And Brian's left sitting there feeling useless.

next scene, ted and blake at Ted's condo

they're getting rid of Ted's triggers ("fuck clothes", and dildos, and porno mags/movies), huh.

"hows giseppe verde a trigger?" "he was there, watching." Blake: "he was also there before, when you played la traviata for me the first time.

Ted's trashing his macbook pro. blake jokes about Ted's dick size "not being one of your shortcomings." Guess Blake gets a new macbook

Ted's hair's looking rough.

Blake offers to stay since Ted's freaking out, and Ted tries to put it off, Blake offers to crash on the sofa.

I wonder if Blake helping Ted like this is his way of making amends to Ted? Which is just as not a great reason to be together as Ted hanging onto Blake because of rehab? but it is honest.

next scene: at the fairy retreat

they're at the fire pit and Emmett tells his fairy name is "clear day" from "on a clear day you can see forever". god I love that movie.

are-- are they holding a marshmallow on a stick as at talking stick? okay then.

oh it WAS Harry Hay with the rocks and the circle earlier. I wasn't sure.

next scene: at the focus group for Endovir

a blond woman, not Cynthia (maybe the blonde from Remson?) is talking to the focus group

they're comparing the Vangard ad to Brian's.

and behind the glass is Brian and Remson, and the entire focus group is impressed by the ad but thinks it'll never run because "they wouldn't have the balls"

next scene, babylon

emmett is dancing like his old self

Brian, Michael and Ben are at the bar looking at pictures of the fairy retreat

Emmett is like "Next year maybe we should all go" and they're all enthusiastic and Ben's like "brian?" Brian's response: "I'd rather have my tongue superglued to a lesbian's twat. Besides I'm gonna be way too busy with my new business. And my new account."

Michael: "The circus of porn account isn't exactly gonna buy you a summer home in P-town." Brian: "But the Remson Pharmaceuticals account will." Brian: "Here's to Kinnetik. Drinks are on me, boys." and all four of them drink. Emmett's the first to say "To Kinnetik."

And Brian and Emmett are flirting here.

next scene: at woody's -- Justin is sitting alone at the bar drinking a beer

Cody is sitting at the table with four other people and Justin goes up to them

Cody calls Justin "meg ryan", and once Justin says "It's about not letting yourself be victimized" Cody respects him back.

[okay so, note to self: if this is when him and cody meet, then this is the meeting Daphne has to tell him not to go to I guess? which means a bunch of scenes need to be cut/rewritten but that's okay. this should be the night before Brian (and Justin) have to go in for surgery so they're both at babylon. or maybe Justin looks at Cody and then decides to go to Babylon instead.]

#qaf #queer as folk us

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