#like. man. the bar to not be transphobic is so fucking low

[crimson-rain-smoked-flower]

"my friends are mad at me bc i bought the terf game :(" good. they should be. have you considered not supporting one of the most outspoken and well known terfs in the western world? i can tell you from experience that it's actually really fucking easy.

#''b-but gameplay!!! and lgbt characters!!'' i literally do not care #there are thousands of other amazing games with queer characters that aren't made by a raging bigot #like. man. the bar to not be transphobic is so fucking low #and you've pulled out a shovel and started digging #in the scheme of things yeah i guess its pretty small and one person not buying the game isn't going to change anything #but you don't need the fucking game. you just don't. you could just not buy it and it would be the simplest thing ever. #but no. your antisemitic wizard game is more important to you than not giving money to a transphobe. #cd.txt #hogwarts legacy #if you have that game i hope you feel like shit the entire time you play it and also just in general

[smutburn]

'my boy'

Pairing: Oliver Quick x Transmasc!Reader

Summary: Invited to Oliver's birthday party by one of your close friends, you find yourself alone in the so-called 'green room'.

Warning(s): Transphobia, dysphoria, t slur drop, but like this is all just for plot then it goes away and ur reaffirmed lol

Smut! Warning(s): Smut [p in v], praise AND degrading kink, bit perv!Oliver, dom!Oliver, uhhh fuck idk man sex?!? scary!!

A/N: first smut FANFIC guys kinda nervous

Your childhood friend, Annabel, had invited you to the birthday party of one of her classmates. You were always a huge fan of parties, but would never dare to go alone, you and her would be inseparable at every single goddamn party.

That is, until, you began to transition.

Annabel would never be transphobic towards your face, but behind your back? She'd say the most gnarly backhanded shit possible. You didn't know this of course, you had started transitioning after she left for college. She was a year above you.

Once the news had gotten to her, she couldn't help herself from secretly deadnaming you and misgendering you, often times introducing you as her "tranny friend" behind your back, whenever you had finally gotten into Oxford.

At this point of your transition, your body had grown to be more masculine, your veins became more prominent, your voice dropped octaves, and you had even grown yourself some lovely stubble. You believed to be semi incognito, when it came to transitioning.

Accepting her invite, she had ordered a driver to pick you two up and escort you to Saltburn. Neither of you had been there before, but according to Annabel? It was the party house.

You both arrive to the front stairs of the estate. Music blaring from inside the place, despite its large size, somehow reeking of booze and weed. You two walked into the party, with flashing lights and the place packed to the brim, you could only imagine how many people were in one room alone.

Annabel took your hand, and quickly found your ways towards to bar. This was her secret talent, always identifying wherever the fuck substances could be found. She grabbed a bottle of Malibu Pineapple for herself, and Malibu Watermelon for you. You two had always bonded over Malibu in high school. She knew you so well, didn't she?

As she walked away, you felt no choice but to follow her. You didn't know anybody at this party, so who would you have gone to anyway? You trail behind her, closely, as to not lose her, taking swigs of your Malibu as you go. Stopping abruptly when she meets her friends. One of them notices you behind Annabel, and yells to you.

You feel like your world stops as you hear your deadname drip from the lips of this girl you've never met. The music is too loud to make out the rest of her sentence, but no music can drown out the syllables of your deadname. Your heart drops to your stomach, Annabel's head whips around, looking to her friend, then looking to you.

You smile weakly and shout an excuse along the lines of, "I have to use the restroom", before quickly walking away. You feel your heartbeat inside of your ears as you exit the main party room. You continue going through this labyrinth of rooms before stopping in a green room and plopping on the couch.

You could still hear the music, but luckily, you felt more of the vibrations than the music. You bring your knees to your chest and bury your head in between them. Stifling your sobs, you try to breathe as you recollect what just happened. Questions were swirling through your head at 180mph that your brain felt like it was larger than your skull.

"Hello?" A low voice says, causing you to look up as the room becomes so silent you could swear you heard your blood stop pumping.

Your eyes meet with a boy who's kneeled in front of you and the couch. Your instant reaction is to put your feet on the floor and sit up. This changes your eye level, which then causes the boy to look up at you.

"Hi." You mutter. You clear your throat before looking back down at him. The only shred of light on his face being the moonlight from the window.

"Are you alright?" He replies after a beat. You can't bring yourself to lie to this man, so you simply try to smile and nod. He places his hands on your knees and continues, "Are you sure? You can tell me y'know. Wouldn't want anybody that isn't me to be having a bloody bad time at my party."

"Are you Oliver?" You manage to say without thinking. "Yes, I am, so you've heard of me?" He chuckles to himself, as if he's the funniest guy alive.

"Yes..? Kind of.. I mean, this is your party, it'd be a lil embarrassing if I'd show up to your party not knowing at the very least, your name."

"I suppose so, dear." He looks up at you as he slides his hands further up towards your thighs. Your face flushes as your body instinctively twitches at the sudden change of touch.

Oliver looks down to your thighs, and back up to you. "Some nice jeans you've got here. Not quite on theme. Expensive?"

"No, I.. I'm not like rich.. Or anything..." You break the eye contact, looking to your side. "I know you probably think that's like.. Lame.. I mean you're having this cool party in this mansion and I'm just, here."

"Oh no, no darling. This isn't even my home. I'm not quite rich either."

A beat.

"Oh."

"Oh what?" He stands up in front of you, holding your chin up to look at him.

"I just.. I didn't- know..." You stutter out, feeling flustered from his bold advances.

He leans in closer to you, bending over to almost, barely, touch your lips to his. In less than a second, he's able to scoop you up, turn himself around, placing you on his lap as he takes your seat on the couch.

"You're quite handsome, you know that?" He states, trailing kisses down the side of your neck. Biting and nipping gently, sliding your white tank top down your shoulders as he gets to your collarbone area.

You're unsure how to react to this, but there is one thing you are sure of. You are enjoying this.

You open your mouth to speak but he quickly hushes you.

"Ah ah ah, let me adore you." He places an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. A hand begins traveling south, first visiting your thighs before reaching towards the zipper of your jeans.

"Oh- Uh- Ollie.. Stop.." You quickly spit out. He immediately moves his hand away from your zipper and rests it on your shoulder.

He kisses your neck and whispers into your ear. "What's wrong darling?"

"Nothing I just... I'm not.." You can't find the words to tell him who you are. A tranny, Annabel would probably say.

A man is showing interest in you for the first time since you've transitioned to male. He knows you as a man, and only a man. He doesn't know the 'girl' you used to be. Revealing this could ruin it all. You've never gotten the surgery, you never planned to, which you knew was okay. But would this boy still continue to pursue this experience with you if you had told him?

"If you're not ready, I understand dear. We don't have to." He turns your cheek towards him and gives it a peck. "I just thought you're quite cute." He taps on your left thigh.

"I- No I.. I want this I just.. I'm..." You let out a sigh before muttering your reason. "I'm not.. a real guy"

"What? Of course you are dear, how could you not be?" He plants a kiss along your shoulder line.

"No it's.. Oliver I'm.. Trans I..." He shushes you again.

"Do you really think that's something I'm concerned about?" He nibbles at your ear.

You hear your heartbeat in your ears. You've got no idea how to react to this.. Besides reaching for his hand and placing it back towards the zipper of your Goodwill jeans.

Undoing your zipper, he reaches down tugging at the elastic of your boxers. "Is this okay?" You nod in response, but he doesn't move.

"Yes." You confirm verbally, causing him to slide his hand down into your boxers, placing his fingers onto your wetness. You gasp out of shock.

He begins using the pad of his fingers to rub up and down your wet folds.

"What a good boy.. So wet f'me already, hm? I've barely touched you, slut." He whispers as he slips his middle finger into your entrance. Causing you to mewl in pleasure, adjusting your hips as he hooks his finger inside of you. "Aaah.. O-oliv..er..."

He plunges his ring finger inside of you without a warning, slowly sliding his digits in and out of you. He adds his thumb, rubbing soft circles on your clit. You grab for a pillow. You release a loud moan as he plunges his fingers inside of you, hooking against your walls, sending your hand straight to your mouth to muffle the sound. Oliver moves your hand away and holds it down.

"Bad bad boy. You need to let people know how much of a dirty fucking slut you are f'me. So let whoever passes by hear your beautiful moans. You're mine right now, alright?" He whispers against your skin, almost threateningly.

"Ha..aaa.. y-yes.. fuck-" You agree. You begin grinding yourself against his fingers, essentially riding his hand to increase the pleasure you're feeling. You can feel as Oliver grows beneath you.

"F-fuck.. Oh.. Who's a good boy? Hmm? Who's my good slut?" He mutters into your ear, your grinding against his fingers is also rubbing his hard-on he has. You whimper in response as he continues to fuck you with his fingers even harder.

"Speak up, I don't understand whimpers and grunts."

"Fuck- I... I am.."

"Good boy."

As you feel that familiar knot form in your stomach, you clench around his two fingers, riding the feeling even harder, causing him to pull out. You mewl in response, your body instinctively chasing for his fingers again. "O-oliver.."

He pats your thigh twice, signaling for you to stand up. You stand in front of him.

"Take them off." He leans forward and tugs at your waistband of the jeans. You push them down off your legs as quickly as you can, then following with your boxers, discarding them somewhere to the side.

You watch as he pulls down his white suit pants, which you've now noticed has golden embroidery, and boxers, his hard cock springing out against his stomach. Leaking with pre cum, he uses his hand to gesture you closer.

"Sit down baby."

You follow his orders. Climbing onto the couch with your knees, you line your wetness with his tip, before slowly plunging down. You hiss in pain as he guides your hips down.

"I know, I know, but I promise it'll feel good." He continues to lower you down before your cunt swallows his length.

"F-fuck... Yeah.. That's my boy." He allows you a moment to adjust to his size. "Go when you're ready."

After a few moments of you digging your nails into his shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck, you begin to push yourself back and forth. He holds you by your hips, guiding you and he throws his head back.

"Ahhh... Yeah.. Fuck... God, you're such a slut f'me. Just fucking yourself on me, hm?" He teases. He places his other hand on the back of your neck, almost to your head, and pulls you in for a kiss. It's intimate, passionate, hot, and every other possible word you could think of to describe a good kiss. The way he glides his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth before you part your lips. He plunges his tongue in, exploring your mouth and the tastes of you. He can taste the rum you had earlier.

Placing both hands on either hip, he rocks you on top of him even faster, causing him to groan out of pleasure. Which then, in response, causes you to mewl as his hard cock twitches inside you.

Like earlier, he picks you up swiftly, without breaking connection, he lays you on the couch, propping your ankles up above his head, as he continues fucking you. The new position allowing for more pleasure for the both of you, a new stimulus hitting your g-spot, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to release.

He picks up the pace, both of you moaning harmonically, to where it sounds almost scripted. Using a hand to hold your head up, he forces you to watch as he slams his dick in and out of you. Throwing his head back, he becomes a moaning mess, his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you, he feels his own release on it's way.

"Fuck... You wanna be a good slut for me? Hm?" He looks down at you predatorily, you nod and try to get out a yes, but it's interrupted by another slam inside of you, which you then moan out in response.

"I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that? Can my boy do that for me?"

"Y-yes O..Oliver..."

"Good."

He continues to slam himself in and out of you, the sound of his skin hitting your skin, your moans filling the room, you arch your back as you feel yourself finally release for him. Your legs twitching and your back arched, he fucks you slower, allowing you to ride out your high, before he pulls out, and comes onto your stomach.

"Fuck..."

Your breathing is heavy, you've only just noticed that.

He slides his finger up your stomach through his cum, and plunges the white substance into your mouth.

"Good boy. Cleaning up my mess f'me. Slut."

You nod as he continues feeding you the white ropes he let out onto your stomach. He stands up to leave for a second, before returning with a warm rag, rubbing your stomach, core, and thighs down.

"You did so good for me." He praises you as he continues cleaning you up. Using a dry towel to dry the sweat thats collected in areas of your body. He plants a kiss on your forehead before helping you into your boxers. He picks you up and leads you to a bedroom, tucking you into the bed, he climbs in next to you.

He cuddles up to you, and plays with your hair until you've fallen asleep. Planting gentle kisses onto you and whispering sweet nothings.

"Goodnight y/n," is the last thing you hear before you've fallen victim to a deep sleep. The only thought you had last was how he could've known your name? You don't recall sharing it.

#barry keoghan x reader #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick #saltburn #barry keoghan #im so sorry Barry Keoghan #trans!reader #oliver quick x you #oliver quick smut #saltburn smut #saltburn fanfiction #first fanfic guys #meow #saltburn 2023

[icebearinacornfield]

Rating Alex Rider Villians on a scale of 1-10 on how supportive they'd be of me telling them I'm Agender:

[Just so we are clear, the concept for this came from a TikTok-er who does a good amount of Alex Rider content/analysis!)

Harod Sayle: 5/10 He's too focused on his own revenge plot against British school children to care and he wouldn't entirely understand it, but I get the vibe that he'd ask some follow-up questions about what I meant and then just be like "ok cool IG". He'd misgender me a lot, but it wouldn't be from a place of malice, it would just be because he forgot. He'd be quick to fix his mistake though. All in all, Harod Sayle's just too spiteful to have the energy to expend on being transphobic/enby-phobic/agender-phobic (I never know the right term to use, please send help!), so he simply wouldn't be. If I were British, however, he would be the most transphobic person on Earth to me!

Nadia Vole: 10/10 She'd ask for pronouns upon introduction and always make sure that she's using the right ones! If nothing else, Nadia Vole is a professional, and professionals use people's correct pronouns, names, and honorifics. I also get the vibe that she'd not put up with anyone's bullshit if they're intentionally going around not respecting other people's identities. She also just gives the energy that she's queer (especially in the graphic novel), but then again it might just be me projecting.

Mr. Grin: 5/10 Bro's literally just doing his job and couldn't give less of a fuck. He'd respect my pronouns and stuff, but it'd be out of total indifference to me. Just like, he doesn't have the energy to waste, so it wouldn't matter to him whatsoever.

Dr. Grief: -10/10 He's a racist/nazi/white supremacist/fascist jackass (probably a stronger word would be better suited for this, but I don't feel like putting it in), so going off of what we know already, I can make a very educated guess as to what his stance on me not fucking with gender would be...

Eva Stellenbosch: -10/10 Same with Dr. Grief. She'd also just straight-up hate crime me for fun, so there's that too.

Alexei Sarov: 8/10 He'd be a little confused/not know entirely what being agender meant, or even what it is for that matter, but after it was explained to him, he'd make an effort. He'd read up on the subject, he'd ask questions, he might mess up on pronouns and such pretty regularly, but there'd be an effort on his part and that's what matters!

Conrad: 1/10 He's a chaos gremlin of pure hatred and murder. He is alive solely out of bitterness and spite. He'd purposely misgender me/be actively transphobic just to feel something. Anything. Conrad just wants to watch the world burn and he's got the gasoline.

Damian Cray: 20/10 There was no heterosexual explanation for that man to begin with! I also can't see him being super big on gender in the first place. He'd be out there actively fighting transphobia and showing his support for all of the LGBTQIA+ community! He'd validate me and he'd be aggressively supportive as well!

Nikolai Drevin: 0/10 Y'all saw how he was to his son Paul Drevin. Paul has been head-cannoned/heavily implied to be gay and we all saw how THAT turned out... I just feel like Nikolai Drevin would not hesitate to force me to go to conversion therapy. That's it. Maybe he'd pretend to be supportive at first to lull me into a false sense of security so he could kidnap me for conversion therapy, but it'd be a complete and total act. Believe me, this man IS ABSOLUTELY NOT an ally!!! That being said, he wouldn't outright kill me/other type of hate crime me. Not that conversion therapy is ok or anything, but the bar is so low on this list at points and I'm forced to give credit where credit is due. He'd kill me because I beat him at something which is something he does with everyone else so it's an equal opportunity thing.

Desmond McCain: 3/10 He'd try and do an exorcism of me. not necessarily because of the whole agender thing (not that that would hurt his decision though), but just because of me as a person. I don't care if he's not that kind of religious, but that wouldn't matter to him. He'd become that type of religious. Desmond McCain would also try to talk me out of being agender (not that that's someone that can do) by telling me that "God didn't intend for you to reject your natural calling as a woman." which isn't something that I think that God would agree with because I just don't... Either way, he'd say that I was a sinful person and going to super-hell when I eventually and he'd mean it too even if he's just faking being a Christian.

Dominic Royce: 4/10 He'd be on the quiet side, but don't let that fool you! He'd actively be doing everything in his power to pass anti-trans laws even though legislating is not part of his job! He'd refuse to acknowledge my saying anything about being agender and say condescending shit like 'You're too young to know that!" or "It's just a phase!" and would be calling me "young lady" or "Ms./Miss" a lot which would just be super uncomfortable.

Owen Andrews: 2/10 Bro totally leaves Reddit comments about how being trans/non-binary/agender isn't real/is a mental illness or some bullshit like that in his free time for fun and probably believes it as well. That being said, however, I don't see him being super transphobic out loud to my face. He'd definitely misgender me every time and place he got, but I could probably beat him in a fight and he knows this.

Darcus Drake: 6/10 He'd use the right pronouns, he'd be respectful enough, but mostly he wouldn't be too bothered with any of it.

Dr. Raymond Feng: 5/10 He'd be skeptical about it, but he'd hear me out and just accept it. I get the sense that he'd be thinking 'oh is this internalized misogyny or childhood trauma or something?', but I stand by my statement saying that he'd ultimately be accepting and validating to me more or less. Not a strong ally, not a transphobe, just a man who presumably has a doctorate in psycology with no quams about imprisoning and interrogating a thoroghly traumatized child. And I for one think that's beautiful. (Not actually, I just wanted to put that last part down there.)

Dwain Garfield: 1/10 He's a Trump supporter. 'nuff said. Source? Trust me bro.

Vladimir Sharkovsky: -5/10 He'd hate crime me or, more accurately, have somebody else hate crime me for him.

Harry Bulman: 2/10 Bulman would've been out there writing transphobic AF articles LONG before meeting me. Harry Bulman would be writing articles about how being trans/non-binary/agender was the latest 'fad/trend', go out of his way to make fun of the trans experience, and spread misinformation about how "gender/women are under attack!". Now, I don't think that he'd actually believe what he's writing (except for the whole thing about it being a 'trend' or mental illness or whatever), he's just in it for the money/the clout. Not that this makes it any better, if anything that makes it worse. In any case, he'd laugh in my face when I say I use they/them pronouns and then tweet about it or whatever and call me a 'crazy, blue-haired liberal' or whatever despite me not having blue hair. In short, metaphorically (never literally) fuck Harry Bulman!

Colonel Aubrey Sykes: 1/10 He'd just call me a 'snowflake' and say that he identifies "as an attack helicopter" because like many transphobes, he hasn't evolved much since 2016-2017. Also, since I'm not a veteran or active service member of the military and an American, I just get the vibe that he'd already have had absolutely zero respect for me in the first place even if I was cis. Also, he just gives extremely misogynistic vibes too, so whether or not I was cis wouldn't change much.

[Probably going to do a separate list for SCORPIA members and the Nightshade board. The same goes for MI6/CIA/ASIS characters. It'll be fun maybe!]

#alex rider #vladimir sharkovsky #alexei sarov #dr. raymond feng #dwain garfield #dominic royce #conrad #damian cray #owen andrews #darcus drake #nikolai drevin #harod sayle #nadia vole #mr. grin #dr. grief #eva stellenbosch #agender #harry bulman #transphobia #colonel aubrey sykes

[byronictrash]

some stuff that would be different  in my version of hbo supernatural (season 2)

season 1  season 3

IN MY TIME OF DYING

“where’s the colt?” “your son is dying and you're worried about a gun” “that demon is not dead yet samuel, thanks to you”

when sam finds out that john was trying to summon azazel while dean was still in comma, she loses her shit (“unbelievable! my expectations were low but you surpassed yourself! your own son is between life and death and you want to bring the demon here! for what? to have some stupid macho showdown?” “someone has to” “excuse me?” “you know samuel, this is all your fault, once again you couldn’t just man up and pull the fucking trigger, kill the thing, you had to be same old sissy and chicken off, if your brother dies its his blood in your hands”)

*ghostie dean throws that glass on the floor* john, looking terrified at sam: was it you? sam: what? no, the table is about two meters from me, how could i do it?john:... yeah, nevermind

when azazel and john make the deal, they would’ve kissed, LIKE EVERY OTHER DEMONIAC DEAL!!!!

the thing john whispers to dean is “be careful, something about your brother is not right” which dean interprets as just john being randomly transphobic so he loses his patience and shouts “oh fuck off, i almost died and you come here talking shit about your own daughter?”. john just responds “i’m not talking about this”

EVERYBODY LOVES A CLOWN

sam teasing dean for his (repressed) crush on ash (“interesting that taste in men of yours” “samantha, what the fuck are you talking???” “you flirting with ash” “i wasn’t flirting with ash!!” “you really trying to lie to your gay sister?” “no cause i’m not gay and wasn’t flirting with him” “i’ve road tripping with you over an year, your body language talking to ash were exactly the same like with any girl at a bar”

also all that jo/dean thing would be OBLITERATED because i hate it here!!!!

BLOODLUST

not much considerations here sikes there’s a lot HOWEVER gordon would be a much better built character, explaining how the trauma made him be the way he turned to be which is better than uuuuuuh a vamp killed my sister now i'm batshit crazy am i a joke to you mr kripke?

HOWEVER the misoginy in the hunter community is still a bitch so that scene where they’re all celebrating in the bar would go like “lighten up a little, sammy!” “dean’s the one who gets to call me that, is samantha to you” “oh sure, no offense meant. just celebrating a little.” “sure. well, it's just that decapitations aren’t my idea of a good time” “of course, my bad. sometimes i forget how the ladies can get when things get a little bit gory”

when that vegetarian vampire girl explains to sam that her crew don’t kill people she says “it's not because you were destined to be the monster that you can't act any different, you always have the choice” our catholic antichrist was baffled

“c’mon, hit me on the face” “what?” “i punched you earlier, sam. i have a million flaws but women beater is not one of them so if you hit me back, it will leave the domestic violence field and go to a simple fight between siblings” “ dean that’s literally not how it works!” “whatever lawgirl. now my face, punch it” “i may break your nose!” “so don't aim at it”

THE USUAL SUSPECTS

lawgirl time!!!

“i did my research, sam. 23 years old transexual woman, no job, no home address, mom died when you were a baby. your family moved around a lot when you were a kid but you were always a straight-A student, going to stanford with a full ride. about a year your roommate-” “girlfriend” “girlfriend jessica died and you fell off the grid” “i just need some time” “sam look, you’re a pre-law student, we caught you brother at the crime scene, his life is over” “actually, detective ballard, it’s not. being at the crime scene is merely circumstantial evidence”

HUNTED

“there will be a war and some humans will fight on hell’s side. humans like our very own sam.” “now you’re sounding lunatic” “i know about her visions” ���and i know my sister better than myself! the girl is not evil, she feels bad for the animals whenever she eats meat” “wake up dean, all of those psychics gonna be killers” “not my sister, gordon, sam will not turn into a thing!” “look, i’m sympathetic. i know you are siblings but that’s her destiny”

HOUSE OF THE HOLY

christian antichrist time!!!

“she’s the second in town to murder because an angel told them to” “haha right” “why not” “because there’s no such thing” “dude do you have any idea how much lore about angels there is?” “and?? i’ve never seen one” “dean you and i have seen things most people couldn’t even imagine” “exactly! we see it. we’ve been hunting since kids, if angels existed we would crossed paths with them”

little does he knows that he would be dating a literal angel in less than three years but hey

when father reynolds quotes that biblical passage about angels not being ethical but fair, sam recognizes it and says “luke 2:9”

“thats a vengeful spirit right here” “then again, father reynolds started praying for god’s help two months ago, when all started to happen” “oh c’mon sammy, what’s the deal? first the angel stuff then biblical quotes by heart. what’s next, gonna start praying every day?” “i do, every morning and every night. i have prayed for a long time, since before i remember”

TALL TALES

pure sibling hostility!!!!

“you mind taking your shoes off my bed?” “not at all *rubs the sole on the sheet*” “oh my god you’re a pig!”

HEART

being said on screen, explicitly, that over the past year several women were murdered but since they were sex workers the police simply played dumb

bisexual werewolf madison my beloved

*madison puts gossip girl on* “i saw that” “saw what?” “you puffing” “i didn’t” “look, i know you’re probably thinking i’m a futile little preppy but my house, my tv. so suck it up”

“wait, so blair lost her virginity to chuck because she was mad at serena?” “that too, but actually she was mad at nate” “and chuck orchestrated the whole situation? what an asshole!”

when sam asks how an intelligent and beautiful girl like madison ended up in an abusive relationship, she explains that it didn’t start with a slap, but with smaller things that gradually scallonated

FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

let's start that all of sam's punitive speech in this episode simply wouldn't exist

like ??? it’s already ooc to the canon cw sam and hbo sam read angela davis

“this is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we’ve ever done and we almost die once in a month” “relax sammy, it’s just a favor for an old friend, why are you so disturbed on that?” “because I'm thinking about the side risks if your plan doesn't work” “and they are?” “spending the rest of my life in a male prison”

lawgirl moment again! (“we gotta move it, if henricksen gets to the lawyer we’re fucked” “how about the lawyer-client thing?” “the privilege doesn’t apply, in fact-” “*grunting* why did i aaaask?”)

WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE

when dean saw sam wearing a pastel floral dress with light makeup he just blurts “christ, where’s all of your goth aesthetic?” and sam answers, totally confused “ended in high school, like a normal person”

“what got into you?” “what do you mean?” “suddenly you're all full of love to give” “i’m just happy for you sammy” “and since when do you call me sammy? c’mon, we don’t talk outside the holidays” “well, we should. i mean, you’re my sister.” “funny that it's been 4 years since i came out and this is the first time you call me sister”

*while going to hunt the djinn* “bitch” “excuse me????” “you’re supposed to call me jerk now” “why would i do that?” “*sights* nevermind”

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE

“relax samantha, i’m trying to help you. you’re my favorite, the one i’m rooting for” “what does that means?” “this is a competition, only one of you is gonna make it out here alive” “weren’t we supposed to be soldiers?” “sure darling, however i don't need soldiers. i need a soldier, a leader, a queen” “what are you talking about?” “i can’t just spoil the whole story”

bobby explaining that cremating sam as the hunters praxis wouldn’t go against her Catholic faith, as cremation has been allowed by the Holy See since 1963

#hbo supernatural #trans sam winchester #supernatural #transfem sam #lesbian sam winchester #kripke era #supernatural season 2 #mine

[depressed-celestial-body]

K so I made some warriors OCs with the felidaze picrew again, some rich ass parents and their four rich ass kids https://picrew.me/image_maker/254030

So like this is an AU so stuff is like...idk more human like? These dudes are all from a rich family cuz their daddy owns a big ass company

Also like I think some of these names might already belong to some canon characters in Warriors? Idk, there are so many of them at this point that it's kind of a waste of time to worry about it unless it's the name of a protag

They also have powers n shit because I have never had an original thought in my entire life and everyone has to have super powers or else I will pass away, buuuut I haven't finalized these powers yet so they're not here

Also TW Adderfrost is transphobic

Goldenmoon

She/her

Openly bisexual

Married to Smokestar

Wasn't a good mom but got better as she got older

Old lady

Matriarch

Runs a charity

Accomplished novelist and musician

Low key a genius

Helps her husband commit crimes

Taught her husband about pronouns when one of the grandkids came out as nonbinary

Really fucking strong

She and all four of her kids are supposed to have like a crescent moon shape but turned 90 degrees under each eye (so they kinda look like they're like holding the eyes up) but I couldn't do that very well on here

Smoketail/star

He/him

Married to Goldenmoon

Patriarch

Wasn't a very good dad, still isn't, but is great with the grandkids

Singlehandedly built an entire corporation

Rich af

Hates everything except his wife and fam

Asshole

Old man

Was a highly renowned fighter before he got rich

Is still perfectly capable of beating you up

He, his wife, and the dude he hates (Hawkstar) are the strongest cats in their territory

Has escaped from prison three times

Will fuck you up anyone who misgenders his grandkid Reedpaw except for their mother (Adderfrost)

No, he definitely does not have a favorite kid and it is definitely not Adderfrost

Adderfrost

She/her

Fucking vicious

Extremely talented business cat

Very good at math

Makes her father proud

Probably doesn't like you

Forgets she has children

Hates her ex

Workaholic

Transphobic

Most likely to misgender you

Three kids, Reedpaw, Poppykit, and Juniperkit

Set to take over the company when her dad retires and to take over their territory and become Adderstar when both of her parents pass on

Stormcloud

He/him

Shithead

Hufflepuff

Goofball

Good dad

Got stuck in a bear trap once but was somehow fine

Owns a bar and grill place

Most likely to stand outside and watch a tornado

Two daughters, Foxfang (adopted!) and Brightpaw

Foxfang is gay married to a demigirl named Ravensong

Has had some minor beefs with his dad and Nightclaw over the years

Nightclaw

He/him

Biggest asshole

Has had a beef with every member of the family at some point

Ongoing beef with his dad because he thinks he favors Adderfrost (he does)

Does not get along with his siblings except for Dawnheart

Extremely manipulative

Jealous of Adderfrost and Stormcloud

Secretly wants a big family and is in love with someone named Petalface

Has saved Brightpaw's life twice

Became a straight ally just to spite Adderfrost but then actually started to care because the love of his life is transfemme

Dawnheart

She/they

Aroace

Neurodivergent

The only sibling who actively seeks out Nightclaw to spend time with

Doesn't get along with Adderfrost but wishes she could

Very friendly and kind personality

Least likely to get in a fight

Go-to babysitter

Wishes the whole family could get together without a fight breaking out

Mysterious

All of her siblings are very smart, but she is the smartest

Keeps up with the latest memes

Special interest is astronomy

Kinda gets left out a lot because their siblings are all business savvy and they just kinda get treated as a joke

#warriors ocs #tw transphobia #warriors erin hunter #warrior cats picrew #felidaze picrew

[clocks-are-round]

Dysfunctional - a Simmons fic

credit where credit is remembered to be due— inspiration taken from @rubykgrant ’s interpretation of Simmons’ family as well as Simmons being oblivious (never read many full fics if there are any but read quite a few snippets and summaries). If there is more than just vague similarities I apologize, they were not intentional.

This fic can be read in four chapters on ao3. It’s very long, so that may be a preferable place to read it.

content warning: misgendering, gaslighting, internalized homophobia

——

“Aren’t you going to thank me? Is that not something people do in the military? Do I need to reteach you basic etiquette?” Words that would have sounded snobbish from anyone else always sounded almost playful from her, though she wasn’t a joking type of person. Simmons always wished he had her charisma stats. Instead, according to his mom, he took more after his numbers-minded father.

“No, Mom. Sorry— and thank you. It’s just been so long since I’ve seen you. Still processing the moment.” He laughed uncomfortably.

He never expected his parents to reach out to him again. He hadn’t heard from them since he left home and enlisted.

Well, he did get a generic invite to an event they were hosting, after they saved Chorus, but he hadn’t been in the mood for what was likely a publicity stunt. They could’ve reached out personally if they really wanted to see him again.

And now they had. Or at least, his mom did. He was at his childhood home for the first time in years. His stomach was in knots.

“Honestly, after all I did for you, you threw it all away, and then— after I go through all this effort to make things right, to give you another chance with your father, you have to be prompted to thank me for it.”

Simmons had forgotten how anal she was about that sort of thing. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Mom.”

“Don’t apologize so much. It sounds pathetic. And you, young man, are not pathetic.” She smiled proudly, and Simmons’ heart swelled. It had been so long. Maybe he was worrying too much, like always. She was making an effort. She hadn’t even commented on his robotic parts, which he had been worried she’d freak out about. This could be really great. “So, are we expected to entertain your friends, or can we just send them on their way now?”

“I— Uh, I can tell them to come back later. I was only planning on visiting for a few hours. Maybe we could all have dinner together? Well, you, me, and my… friends. I know dear old dad will be too busy.” Bitter words.

“Oh, Dickie, you don’t know that. I’m sure I can convince him to spare an hour for you. It’s been so long since you last saw each other! It is fairly last minute, so I make no promises, but I’ll try.”

“Yeah, of course. Thank you.”

——

Simmons told her about the guys— red team especially— and their adventures (minus the “gods” and time travel), and his mom did her best to catch him up on several years worth of gossip about people he hardly remembered.

“And now she’s working at some ghetto fast food place because her parents refuse to support her dream.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like.”

Her eyes narrowed, daring him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, not like I had parents who didn’t support me.” His sarcasm was too obvious. He braced himself for an earful.

“When you wanted to reject the family tradition of athleticism, I supported you so you could pursue STEM subjects. A much more worthwhile pursuit in my opinion anyways, don’t tell your father. When you declared you weren’t a girl, I allowed you to get those puberty blockers.”

Simmons leaned back into the couch. She was really going there? Did she want him to thank her again for not being transphobic? Wasn’t that a bare minimum for being a decent person? He knew now how fucking low that bar was. Like, thank you for letting me get all my vaccines, or thank you for not physically abusing me.

“When you said you were definitely a boy, I signed off on those therapy appointments, I signed off on the hormones, I signed off on your surgery. And then you had the nerve to still complain about your life.”

“You were making my transition a publicity thing.”

“Your father is a very important figure. Everything we do is ‘a publicity thing.’ Whether we want it to be or not.”

“You could’ve kept it quiet. You didn’t need to feed into it.”

“I thought we were trying to start fresh. Why are you bringing this up?”

“Pretty sure you started it with the whole ‘I’m your mother, I brought you into the world, you owe me’ card.”

“I won’t play the birth card. That means nothing. Yes, pregnancy and childbirth were a bitch, but what really matters is what comes after. I put in the effort. I gave you so many opportunities, many of which you wasted. You could’ve risen in the computer science field so quickly, but no, into the military! You had a successful life perfectly within reach, but nope, off the rails you went!”

Yeah, yeah, she had his life all planned out and he ruined it. Part of him was shriveling up, but more of him was just irritated. “Did you guys love me though?”

She snorted and covered her mouth, giggling, “Dickie, don’t make me laugh, you know I hate my laugh! What kind of stupid question is that? Of course we loved you. Have you seen our family albums? We went on so many family trips. Your father didn’t have to take time off of work, but he did. For us.”

Simmons shook his head. “Our family was so dysfunctional.”

Her mouth pressed taught. “No. No it’s not. Rach— Richard, I would not let our family be dysfunctional. We hit a bit of a bump in the road, but I’m fixing it right now. You’re here again, everything it as it should be!”

“It’s been more than a decade, and you almost called me by the wrong name.”

“Well, your father does still talk about you with your old name, but you haven’t been around. He’ll warm up to it. He just needs time.”

“Again, it’s been over a decade. And you’ve been around. I bet you haven’t been correcting him.”

“So now you’re blaming me again? You left us.”

“He disowned me.”

“Only because you made a scene.”

“And where was your ‘support’ then?”

She rubbed her temples. “Jesus Christ, I forgot what an argumentative little bitch you could be. You’re giving me a headache with all this crap. Go contact your friends, let them know they’re expected for dinner in two hours. And before you say anything— It is a completely private event, so you can stop it with the accusations of ulterior motives.”

——end chapter 1——

Simmons spent the next couple hours wandering while his mom ran off to talk to his father and get ready for dinner. It was almost exactly how he remembered. A new lamp here, different wallpaper there. The time went by quickly.

He stopped at a particular end table. He bent down and examined the cloth draped over it. No barely perceptible Mickey Mouse shaped stain hidden on the underside.

“We had it replaced.” His mom was behind him. “It was supposedly lost in the laundry, but I think a new hire thought the stain was new and hid the evidence.” She mumbled, almost apologetically. “We had to. We couldn’t find it.”

He turned. He recognized the burgundy shirt she was wearing. She’d worn it to his high school graduation. She called the diamond pattern on it “Dickie chic”. It was the pattern on many of his sweater vests back in his teen days. It had to be intentional. She kept it?

She followed his gaze to her shirt. She gave a casual half shrug, but her reddening face gave her away. It wasn’t often his mom got embarrassed. “I figured, it’s a casual event. I’ll change if you don’t want me wearing this. It’s dated, but I believe I look young enough to pull it off as retro.”

“No, it’s fine. You look great, Mom.”

She smiled, “You do, too.” She cleared her throat and clapped her hands, “Your friends should almost be at the door by now. I saw them at the front gate a minute ago.”

——

Simmons shooed the butler away. He wanted to let his team in. He was feeling anxious being away from them so long. He opened the door.

“Welcome to casa de Simmons, sir!”

“Huh… Snazzy!” Sarge marched ahead, immediately admiring the red accents in the room. Lopez followed after him. And Grif— a genuine smile flickered onto Simmons’ face— Grif sauntered in at his usual slow, couldn’t-care-less pace.

“How’s it going?”

“It’s… it’s going. You ready to meet the great James Simmons?” Simmons asked wryly.

“Hey man, I’m just here for the food.”

“Good, ‘cause he’s probably not gonna show.”

Grif put a hand on Simmons’ arm, squeezing it— he guessed it was meant to be comfortingly? That was new. He didn’t hate it, though. It felt—

Sarge turned back and Grif’s arm dropped faster than Simmons thought Grif was capable of moving (methshrooms excluded).

“Is this one of those fancy hoo-hahs with more than one fork?”

Simmons considered, “I think there’ll be two forks tonight.”

Grif nodded sagely, “One for each hand. My kind of people.”

Simmons laughed. “Don’t worry about which one to use. If my parents have an issue with how you use the silverware they can suck it.”

“Alright, best behavior, men. Tonight is about Simmons and his parents. Our presence is ornamental. I’m the tree topper, Lopez is the lights, and Grif is the little rug all the needles fall on and get stuck in. Then you bring it outside and beat it to hell and there’s still needles stuck on there real stubborn, so you just end up throwing it out and buying a new rug for next year. Hopefully one that’s actually red, and not an ugly orange.”

“¿Por qué está la Navidad?”

“Good catch, Lopez! You gotta shoot it a few times before you toss it out!”

“Suspiro.”

“Heheh! Hilarious.”

Grif stopped reacting to Sarge’s violent analogies years ago, so Simmons wasn’t sure if he had even heard it. He was staring at a wax bowl of fruit in contemplation.

“It’s wax,” Simmons said as he walked ahead to the dining room.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Grif swipe a pear from the bowl. He rolled his eyes and opened the dining room door. They were a little early.

Simmons grew up not paying much attention to the servants— something he now cringed inwardly at— but now he felt hyper-aware of their presences, bringing the food to the dining room. He was unsurprised his parents hadn’t replaced them with robots. Once a roomba went rogue— Simmons insisted he most definitely did not reprogram it in an attempt to make it do jumps and tricks— and his mom had been wary around bots ever since. Whether she was afraid of property damage or a robot uprising, he wasn’t sure, but she was not a fan.

One servant hesitated, seeing Lopez, unsure whether to set a place for him. Simmons couldn’t help but snigger as they made confused eye contact with another servant, who shrugged, equally uncertain what to do. They ended up setting the place anyways.

His teammates looked a bit awestruck by the room. This wasn’t even the big dining hall, this was mainly for family meals. Six seats despite being a family of three (when he still lived there), and his father rarely joining them.

His mom entered from the other door, she nodded with a smile, “Gentlemen,” her smile flinched, seeing Lopez, “and robot.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Sarge, that’s Lopez, and that sack of poor posture is Grif.”

“Nice to meet you too. You can call me Imogen. My friends call me Jen, but we’re not quite there, so no nicknames please. I’m aware your brown friend doesn’t speak English, so we’ll just have to make enough conversation to make up for that!”

“Todavía yo te entiendo, perra.”

Grif snorted.

Well this should be an interesting dinner.

——end chapter 2——

“Yes, Richard was a bright little boy. He was on track for a great many opportunities. But, he decided he’d rather forge his own path.”

“That’s not the whole truth.”

“Well, if you want to admit you were impulsive and took on a bet with your father, go ahead.”

“It was the only way. You know that.”

“He would’ve taken you back once you reached success, if you had just followed my plan, things would have resolved themselves.”

“I—“

“So, Grif, was it? Where’s your family from? What does your family do?”

“Uh, I’m from Hawaii. My mom, um,” he chose his words carefully, “works in the entertainment industry.”

“Oh, does she work management or is she a performer herself?”

“Performer.”

“Singer? Comedian? Dancer?”

“She does a few different things.” Grif wiggled his spoon, eager to get back to stuffing his face.

“What about you? Now that your, from what I’ve heard, exhausting and neverending fight-after-fight is over, what do you plan on doing? Settling down? Any significant other in your life?”

“No?” He glanced over at Simmons. What? Did he want him to stop his mom’s interrogation?

“Well, I suppose that’s a good thing. It’s never wise to rush into having children. Jim and I may have been better off waiting a bit longer.”

Ow. “If you’re so upset with how I turned out, why didn’t you have another kid?”

For once, she didn’t respond immediately.

Simmons fiddled with the tablecloth. He traced the familiar floral pattern with his finger. He remembered hiding under the table, trying to get out of going to school. Private schools were big on gender segregation and he always got put in the wrong group back then. Being around girls made him anxious.

“We’d never replace you, Dickie. Simmons don’t throw away what we work for.” She gave a pained, pointed look at Simmons, “Most of us, anyways. We fix and improve upon what we have.”

“Why do you wish you’d waited then?” He stabbed a chunk of food.

“Do you have any idea how expensive raising a child is? Especially with medical costs like yours. Obviously they were necessary, I’d hate to have deprived you of something so important, but still, expensive.”

Simmons pushed at the gnawing guilt as best he could, “Right, like money was ever an issue.”

“Do you have any children, Sarge?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Sarge stared off into the distance, “hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, nope. Definitely not. I would never abandon my child that I do not have. I’ve got Lopez. I’m basically his mother.”

“Oh, you built it? That’s fairly impressive.”

“Assembled with love by my own two hands.”

“And you saved Dickie’s life with that ingenuity, I heard.”

“Yes.” Simmons said quickly. “I was very injured.” Simmons wasn’t sure how to communicate ‘this woman will find a way to ruin your life if she finds out you replaced my arm, ass, and guts with machinery for no fucking reason other than you thought it would be cool’ through discreet facial expressions, but he did his best.

“What? Somethin’ on my face?” Sarge rubbed his napkin from one cheek to the other. “Did I get it?”

“Yeah.” Simmons said flatly. “You got it, sir.”

“If any of you would be interested in attending an event or two, I could make some arrangements. Of course, they’d be public events so there is a chance the press may show—“

“Mom, stop it.”

“Richard, you’ve had a sour attitude all day. I wanted to see you, and you’ve been making it really difficult to enjoy your visit. Why did you even come if you don’t want to be here?”

Simmons really had wanted to see his parents again. He just couldn’t stop feeling on edge. Had he been overreacting all day? Wouldn’t be the first time. Still, he couldn’t keep the irritation out of his voice. “I wanted to give you guys— to give our family— another chance, but it’s really hard when nothing’s changed.”

“And I wonder who it is that’s actively starting arguments, not allowing change to occur.”

She could at least compromise the blame. She wasn’t making it easy either. “Yeah, I wonder.”

“Must be someone’s time of month.”

Simmons stood, slamming his metal palm on the table— it echoed louder than he intended. “Don’t.”

She looked up at him with calmly raised eyebrows, head cocked to the side, “It’s just—“

“Don’t do that ‘it was a figure of speech’ or ‘it was an accident’ bullshit. You say that shit on purpose, because you know it hurts.”

“And here we go! Making a scene over nothing. We’re all adults here, drop the rebellious teenager act. I really thought you would’ve grown up by now. Honestly. Throwing a tantrum like that.”

Simmons’ face heated. He’d gotten so caught up in the moment. He couldn’t look at the guys.

“Let’s just drop it and enjoy the rest of dinner alright? I won’t use that expression again.”

“Yes. Sorry. Thank you.” He stared down at his plate. Nothing had changed.

Sarge cleared his throat. “Ma’am, we appreciate you letting us in to your fancy dinner party, and your decor is obviously in very good red taste, but—“

The door opened.

In walked a tall, lanky man in business wear. His hair was starting to grey and he had more lines on his face than he remembered, but it was him. Dear old dad.

He looked over at Simmons. “So, you came.”

“Sir.” He sank back into his chair, too heavy to stand. He tensed instinctively.

“Well, you did it. You joined the army, you survived, somehow you became some sort of hero.” He paused, begrudgingly, “I guess you are ‘a man’ now.”

Simmons felt… nothing. Those words were all he wanted to hear when he enlisted, but now, he realized, his father was a stranger. He always had been. Why did he ever give a shit?

“Yeah. I am.”

“He always was.” Sarge spoke up. Simmons’ chest warmed. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.

His father’s eyes flickered to Sarge and around to the others. He pushed up his glasses. “I’ll be getting back to it now.” He nodded to no one in particular. The man who once seemed larger than life and unreachable, was shuffling out of the room, uncomfortable by the prospect of social interaction. Maybe that was the part of his father that his mom had once seen in him. A loser so focused on his work he didn’t know how to navigate outside of it. Fuck that life.

The door came to a close.

“What was I saying?” Sarge squinted, “Oh, right. I’m gonna head out too. I’ve been staring at the silverware for the past twenty minutes and came up with a new invention. Half spoon, half-fork… half-knife! At first I was trying to figure out how you would use it without cutting yourself when you hold it. No stealing my idea, missy.”

“Why would I—“

“But then I realized that’s the beauty of it! I call it: bloodware. I’m workshopping the name. I might go with kniforkoon instead. The “ork” is silent. And if you buy the accessory toaster, you’ve got yourself an electrocution device. So many uses!”

Lopez had his head in his hand. Honestly, if Simmons didn’t know Lopez was a robot, he would’ve never guessed. He picked up such human mannerisms from all of them over the years. He really seemed like a person these days.

“You don’t have to stick around here if you don’t want to, Simmons. But, it’s your choice. We’ll be waiting in the ship when you’re ready to leave.” Sarge gave a smile and nod, and walked out of the room.

Lopez looked from Sarge to them, then, staring directly at Simmons’ mom, pushed the chair out, making an awful, squeaking-grinding noise. He followed Sarge out of the room. As the door swung shut, he could hear, “Llámame él o ella. No soy una cosa. Puta.”

——end chapter 3——

“Well, they were pleasant.” Simmons’ mom said dryly. Her knuckles were white and her mouth was pressed firm. She was really angry. She had been irritated all day. This wasn’t how things used to be. Something had changed.

Simmons had changed. Years ago, he would’ve shrank down and agreed, apologized and apologized for apologizing, thanked his mom without question for the most mundane shit as if she was some great benevolent deity. Now he could retaliate easily. He spent years with the most abrasive individuals he knew, constantly putting him down, and he learned to return the favor. Yeah it was tough love, but at least there was some love buried deep down in there. He wasn’t sure he could say the same about his mom.

“My friends are more family than you’ve ever been to me.”

She looked hurt. Good. He’d been feeling hurt all fucking day. “What are you babbling about now? You’re still so melodramatic. You’d think you would’ve grown out of that.”

“Hey, lady.”

Simmons and his mother looked over at Grif in surprise. They’d forgotten he was there.

“Yeah, you’re right that Simmons is a whiny little bitch sometimes. He can be needy as fuck, and super self-destructive.”

“Grif—“

“But I’m pretty sure you’re the reason he’s like that.”

Simmons stopped.

“The only reason I didn’t say anything is because the food is delicious and I didn’t want to get kicked out before I finished. But food’s done and so am I.” He paused, hesitating, “This was everything right? There’s no secret second dessert?”

One of the servants gave a nod of confirmation.

“The food’s done and so am I.” He repeated.

“Are you asking to be escorted out, because that was practically an invitation.”

“Gimme a sec. Gotta say my cool thing before storming out with your son. You, lady, are so wrapped up in your perfect image bullshit that you treat Simmons like shit. You do your whole gaslight routine to make him insecure enough to latch on to any little bits of affection you give him. My mom didn’t have the money and time you did but I think she did a hell of a job all things considered, because unlike Simmons, my sister and I never doubted our mom loved us. And if you do love your son, you’ve got a really fucked up way of showing it.”

“Those are some big claims for someone who doesn’t even know us.”

“Well, I know Simmons. And based on tonight, and his life, I don’t really want to get to know you. If you actually want to fix your family, you should figure out what’s actually broken. Because Simmons not being there was just the consequence.” Grif walked over and held out his hand. “C’mon Simmons. Let’s go home.”

——

“Thank you.” Simmons was next to Grif in bed. After dinner, he needed a drink, and one thing led to another…

“Is this going to be a thing? Do I have to de-brainwash whatever the fuck spending the day with your mom did to you? You don’t have to thank me for having sex with you.”

Simmons felt his face flush. He turned away so Grif couldn’t tease him for it. Jesus, a decade and he still blushed about it. “No, not that.” He paused. Now that he mentioned it… “But... we’ve been doing this for a long time now. At this point it’s hard to just call it a mistake or an accident or whatever.” His heart raced. He was saying it. “At least, I don’t think it ever really was for me. I wanted to kiss you and have sex with you—“

Grif’s hand connected with Simmons’ face. Not hard, but enough to startle him.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Simmons sat up, turning to glare at him.

“Making sure you’re real and this isn’t a weird dream. If some sentient pizza shows up and starts talking, I’m out.” Grif looked uncomfortable. He was probably weirding him out with all this, but Simmons needed to say it.

“Yeah, ok, so I wanted to, ok? I wanted to feel wanted. I think… I don’t know why you’ve been doing it, but what you said at dinner was right. I’m needy and insecure. I’m self-destructive.” He had issues. He always knew he did, but he just made excuses for himself. “I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? I’ve been doing this because I’m constantly craving validation.”

“I’m the one who said it, you think that’s new information to me?”

“And you don’t care? I’ve basically been using you to validate my self-worth.” Simmons couldn’t look at him. He clutched the sheets. He and Grif had talked about a lot over the years. About the mysteries of the universe, about stupid hypotheticals, about their childhoods… but never about this. About them and what they did in secret. Or why.

Simmons’ why was so pathetic. He wanted affection so badly he latched onto a guy he was stationed with. Now they were friends, but he wasn’t sure if that made the situation better or worse. Grif was his best friend. He didn’t want to risk losing that, but staying quiet would be so fucking selfish of him.

He was done lying to himself that he didn’t want to be doing this. He did. He liked the kissing and the sex, hell, he craved any physical contact with him. How pathetic was that? He was really that broken.

Now he’d admitted it. If Grif hated him, was disgusted, so be it.

“I love you, man. I like being with you.”

Simmons froze. He had expected Grif to get mad at him or wave off what he was saying, not… that. He knew Simmons, all the bad parts, and he didn’t hate him?

Grif was looking at him expectantly, nervously. He was probably worried Simmons would take it the wrong way. Now wasn’t the time for gay jokes. He’d answer earnestly.

“Thanks.” Simmons smiled. “I feel the same way about you, buddy.”

Turning to lie back down, he didn’t see Grif look away in disappointment.

He didn’t realize the meaning behind Grif’s sigh.

But he did feel warm. This felt like home.

——

Want to toss a couple bucks my way? Here’s my ko-fi

#i feel like i should apologize for this #it fucking hurts #but now that it’s complete i can focus on hurriedly finishing my homework i hardly worked on #red vs blue #rvb #//*windows error sound* #//mr steal yo snacks #//*cocks shotgun* #//*sighs in spanish #rvb mom simmons #rvb fic #my fics #guess i’ll also tag the original charries #//bitch simmons #//transphobic dick

[pray4jensen]

What do you mean by "who he (jared) is as a person" in the tags of the walker ask?

i mean that jared has done many things that i find reprehensible to the point that i have no interest in supporting his career. it’s unfortunate since i really love sam, but this is why distinguishing between an actor and their character is so important, and this is why the whole walker situation in regards to spn’s ending is particularly unpalatable 

i think newer fans are unlikely to be aware of the things that he’s done, because for the most part, jensen and misha both keep him in check. he also struggles with depression and anxiety and has been very vocal about that, but that doesn’t make his other actions excusable.

i’ll put it below the cut because my intention isn’t to hurt anyone who may be a fan of his but i also feel like it’s important information to know:

anyway, to get straight to the point, he regularly uses his straight/white/cisgender/male/economic privilege to either actively or passively hurt others that don’t have the same type of privilege to protect themselves. 

he has, for example, doxxed people on his twitter (he has 3 million followers), providing names and addresses in the hopes that his fans will go harass people who he felt did wrong to him. who are these people? usually people like us, working low income jobs and struggling to pay the bills. he’s done it to waitresses, flight personnel, ticket counter agents, etc., not once stopping to consider that these people might just have been having a bad day. he does this knowingly and with the hopes that these people will lose their livelihoods; he is aware that his fans are often malicious and it can’t have escaped his memory that these same fans have intended to do real harm to real people, often sending death threats to not only his wife, but also misha and danneel and literally anyone who gets too close to jared and/or jensen.

he’s also relentlessly transphobic and homophobic. the number of times he’s bullied misha (because tbh, that is the only appropriate word for it) by questioning his gender/sexuality just because misha doesn’t fit the masculine mold of societal stereotypes is countless. this is also why it’s particularly hurtful when, like last night, he said that sam could have different pronouns and/or may not be as straight as presented onscreen because, despite appearing to support a genderqueer reading of sam, he doesn’t actually understand the implications of such a thing fully, and you can bet your ass he’ll be making another transphobic/homophobic joke in no time. his statement also neglects to acknowledge the vast amount of textual evidence that fans have come up with to support a queer dean reading. by his suggestion that sam could also be queer, he implicitly suggests that bi dean is similarly a fan reimagining of dean’s character, rather than a canonically and textually supported argument for dean’s sexuality.

in more recent history, and especially in regards to the ongoing BLM protests, he’s more than once demonstrated his lack of awareness when it comes to the privilege he holds. after getting drunk and getting involved in a bar fight during a break away from shooting s15, he was arrested and tried to bribe an officer to get off on his charges. luckily, it didn’t work, but the whole incident was caught on camera. to be completely honest, the fact that he tried it means that he’s done it before (and probably successfully). this is extremely distressing to think about, especially when you know that if a person of colour had tried the same thing, they either would have been in jail or dead on the ground.

finally, just this past summer, when george floyd was murdered, he wrote a muddled post about his reaction to the BLM movement (he didn’t even bother calling george floyd by his name), ultimately concluding that he could do absolutely nothing to help and that he was sad about that which...thanks, jared. this man has 3 million followers that he doesn’t mind utilizing to harass innocent people but when it comes to standing up for black lives? he’s fucking useless apparently. 

#boredombabbles #sorry my anger got the best of me towards the end of that #but yeah...this is what it is #i rlly expect now that neither jensen nor misha will be around to be positive influences on him #he's gonna end up doing or saying more hurtful things #and this time...he won't be able to get out of it #anon #ask

[aki-draws-things]

Whumptober 2021

Prompt: "who did this to you?"

Fandom: marvel

Ship: none (Jack/Lewis could be seen as a ship tho... They briefly had something going on)

Extra:

@miii-chaaan you want more of Lewis and the rest of strike? Here he is... Someone offended him and had been transphobic, though I didn't wrote that part, and Jackie boy went to the rescue 💖 (I kinda borrowed the OMEGA idea, hope you won't mind...)

Jack had always been quiet, so quiet on his feet, light as a feather despite being as tall as he was. He moved through the compound like a ghost, silent and invisible. Well, as invisible as the trail of blood he was leaving behind himself could make him.

"what the hell happened?" the voice was quiet, shocked but low, not wanting to awake anyone else and cause the kind of messy noise Jack despised so much. "who did this to you?" a light flickered on and Lewis took a step forward, and another, and another, until he was standing in front of jack and taking in his bloodied face, the stab wound on his side, the way his left shoulder looked out of place, hopefully just dislocated, but he couldn't tell with Jack's pain tolerance.

"who the fuck did this?" his voice raised, if only slightly, in anger. He grasped at the younger man and dragged him in his room, lights were much brighter there, but the dark curtains didn't let them go out.

"bar fight." jack rasped, he stopped himself before spitting blood on the pavement and swallowed.

"bar fight my ass."

Lewis returned with a medical kit, warm water and a bucket, his brows furrowed, wide awake, almost like he was waiting for Jack to get back. If his split lip didn't hurt that much Jack would've smiled.

"you come to bars only with us, and look like you want to leave after five minutes. Don't you dare fucking lie to me."

Jack smiled, his lip hurt but he didn't really care, he smiled as Lewis began working on the wound on his side, disinfecting, considering stitches quietly, muttering curses in Spanish. He felt lightheaded, probably from blood loss, Jack decided, or from the hit on his head.

"you answer me or I'll go and get Jen. And the Commander. Don't test me, kid, I will."

He knew Lewis wasn't joking, and he knew he wasn't in the condition of dealing with commander Rumlow just then, in the middle of the night. He spit blood in the bucket and almost lost what little balance he still had when leaning forward.

"jack, I'm serious... Who--"

"Roberts." he mumbled in the end, he let his head fall to the side against Lewis shoulder, he looked up to see his worried eyes and he tried to smile again, his vision turning slightly darker at the edges.

"oh, dios mío..." jeck shivered when Lewis hand touched his cheek, not from pain, or fear, from cold Lewis' hands were so cold, he was so, so cold. "out of everyone you had to pick a fight with Roberts?"

Cold and distant, his voice was now fading away, Jack briefly wondered if he was underwater, or if he had cotton in his ears, he shivered more, his hand grasping Lewis' sleeve weakly.

"why?"

Jack felt his own body shift, leaning on Lewis', his arm slip around his shoulders. Cold. So bloody cold.

"what he said to you. - he barely registered his own voice, and something sticky coming out of his mouth, he coughed. - he had to pay. You're too kind to do anything about that, and too smart." he coughed again, blood splattering on his pants and on the floor, he slumped against Lewis.

"and you're not smart at all Jackie. Oh, my Jackie... You don't have to defend me and get yourself killed, it's not worth. I'm not worth it."

He blinked his eyes open again, briefly wondering when he had closed them, looked up at Lewis' distorted face.

"always worth." he smiled again, letting his eyes close and his head lolled against Lewis' shoulder, blood trickling down his chin.

He didn't hear the quiet sob as the man held him close, as he called Jenkins to his room in a desperate voice, nor the muttered promise of having him find Roberts' head on a silver plate for what he dared to do, because if he was worth being punched and stabbed like that, then Jack was worth too, and Lewis, and their STRIKE team, knew the meaning of vengeance.

SHIELD, and Hydra alike, will soon learn nobody comes after one of the and lives to tell the tale. Not even Pierce's little lab experiments of OMEGA.

#whumptober2021 #no.3 #Who did this to you #Marvel #Fic #Jack rollins #Strike team OC #Lewis #aki writes

[loominggaia]

“Okay New York Anon here. I’m really sorry about this chapter and regret writing it, the way i did. Thinking about it post production I’m realizing I made it come off as transphobic and tasteless. Angry guy was supposed to be a parody of the stereotypical sjw you’d see in a cringe comp violently going off on people for accidentally being mis gendered. Sorry if this train wreak of a chapter offends anyone.”

Anon, I’m so honored that you would spend the time to write fanfiction about my series. Not everyone is a perfect writer (I’m sure not), and personally I don’t believe that every piece of writing has to “set a good example” when it comes to politics and morality. The Looming Gaia series is for ages 18+, not preschoolers. I think adults have the mental capacity to differentiate between right and wrong and form their own opinions when they’re reading something (at least I hope they do), so I’m going to go ahead and post your story.

But I also care about my followers’ well-beings, so I’m going to compromise and: 1) Put this chapter under a cut so they don’t have to see it if they don’t want to. 2) Put a content warning ahead of it so they can decide if it’s worth the risk.

If anyone proceeds from here and gets offended, that’s 100% their own fault. I care a lot about writing an inclusive series that doesn’t alienate anyone based on race, gender, sexuality, and so on. At the same time, I’m hugely against censorship, so I always welcome fan content even if it’s off-color or I don’t personally agree with what it’s trying to say (barring anything illegal or blatantly hateful towards any group; i.e. glorification of pedophilia or abuse, calls to real-world violence, supporting real-world hate groups, etc. I will never accept that kind of content. If anyone comes in here praising nazi ideaologies or calling for action against LGBT folks, they can fuck right off.)

Readers, you’ve been thoroughly warned.

You can read the other parts here.

CONTENT WARNINGS: This fan content contains scenes of captivity, mental hospitals, depictions of violence, off-color depiction of a transgender individual, and (censored) racial slurs. While reading this, I personally didn’t get the impression that Anon meant any harm. It comes off as goofy, edgy, over-the-top satire to me, like something you’d see in an episode of South Park. Use your best judgement and proceed at your own risk.

(content under cut)

The crew had squatted in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city that night. They already knew that only humans existed in this world and the reaction that lady had to seeing Elska only compounded the need for stealth. Their only plan right now being find Evan and get back to Gaia. That morning the crew split up, Alaine and Lukus where to continue searching for Evan, Issac and Jeimos where to go shopping, Elska would search the outskirts out of sight and Zeffer would search at night.

Evan was not mad at doctors for keeping him hear. He knew they where just doing their jobs and where concerned for him, since magic, elves and werewolves where fictional to them he understood he looked like a crazy person to them. That didn’t take away from how annoying it was to be trapped here in this stupid hospital. Knowing his crew was out their somewhere he knew he needed to leave and contact them somehow, he needed a escape plan.

He had two plans so far, plan A was to butter up the therapist into letting him go. Behave himself, take his meds, admit Gaia’s not real and say he’s feeling better. Hoping that upon seeing this drastic improvement the therapist will approve his release and he can finally go out and find his friends. Plan B was in case plan A failed. He would bust himself out of here and go on the run. He really didn’t want to hurt anybody, just slip out unnoticed, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.

Issac and Jeimos wandered around the city streets aimlessly in absolute awe of the sights and sounds all around them. Jeimos was getting more unnerved by not being capable of feeling any magic in their surroundings and was starting to wonder if it was just all the iron nearby or something more? Not being able to read any of the signs around them made trying to find a store to stock up on supplies difficult. Finding a food place with golden arch’s they go their as their first stop.

The pair enter this strange restaurant, the place smelling of grease and fry oil. Theirs quite the line so they just wait, taking a look around and absorbing the experience. They see a lot of interesting people and things from pictures of a clown holding a burger, groups of people on strange devices and messy families eating, an extremely obese man the two mistook for a troll horking down a massive pile of greasy food. Kids running in and out of a indoor jungle gym. This place had it all.

They waited their turn almost at the register, waiting behind a mother and her kids who kept changing her order every three seconds and trying to corral her kids. The cashier, a young man around issacs age but with a tired, dead look in his eyes that made him look as if he’s seen a war zone rang the lady up and ushers our pair to the register, asking in a flat, apathetic voice what they would like to order. Neither of them can read the electronic menu so using the numbers and pictures they order

The disgruntled cashier rang them up, totaling their order up to over $55! Him not being pleased by Jeimos’s constant questions and issac playfully asking for a kids toy. They try to pay, placing some gold coins on the counter. The cashier just looks at the coins then back to them, and, in an even more annoyed voice, told them they only take usd, not foreign currency. Telling them they can either pay in cash or card or just leave, the line was building up behind them and getting restless.

Jeimos trying to salvage this, nervously ask if theirs anything they can work out. Not wanting to have wasted their time. The cashier breaths deeply, saying he’ll get the manager, leaving the counter behind. The people in line are angrily starting at the two, Issac having a ball and Jeimos being highly uncomfortable with all the staring and swearing from them. The cashier returns with a fat, sleezy looking middle age man, presumably the manager. Him asking what’s going on here?

The cashier explains the situation in his most annoyed, apathetic tone with the manager glancing over the two. He repeats what the cashier told them, they only take usd and if they can’t pay then just leave, their clogging up the line. Jeimos try’s to explain this is all they have and is about to give up when Issac speaks up and tells them the coins are solid gold. That catch’s the managers attention, who in a greedy smile picks up the coins to check, seeing yes, their real gold!!!

His greedy smile grows wider and he tells them they can understand work something out! Snatching up the gold coins and apologizing for the inconvenience, talking about his no good employees and starts berating the cashier right in front of them for being “rude and unhelpful” to such fine paying customers! The cashier takes one look at his boss, takes off his hat and apron shoving them into his bosses hands and just says, completely monotone “I quit” and walks out without a second glance.

Meanwhile, Lukus and Alaine where walking down the streets through the massive crowds looking for any sign of Evan. Despite trying to keep a low profile they where gathering a lot of attention, walking through down town in medieval armor and brandishing weapons tends to do that. While walking outside a storefront Alaines eyes are caught by a beautiful blue dress, he being mesmerized by. “Nice cosplay” she hears suddenly from behind, Turing around to see a short, well dressed women behind her.

Alaine jut awkwardly thanks her for the compliment. The women also compliments Alaines scales, believing them to be a make up design for whatever cosplay she’s doing. The women introduces herself as Kimi and ask if she was looking at that dress in the window. Alaine answers yes and now both are both gawking at and gushing over the dresses beauty. Kimi complaining about the ludicrously high price tag but before their conversation can continue Lukus calls back to her, wondering where she is?

Alaine snaps back on into mission mode as Lukus returns. She apologizes to Kimi for leaving and tells her their looking for someone, asking if she’s seen a large blonde man with a metal leg. She says no but wishes them luck on trying to find their friend. The two head off once again search the city streets for Evan and once again have no luck, it didn’t help that a lot of people where stopping them, asking for photos of their “costumes” and asking what characters their dressed as?

After hours of searching and coming up empty handed both where rather hungry. Stopping at a cafe looking place to grab a quick bite. The place smelled of coffee and a sign outside had a picture of a twin tailed mermaid on a green background. As they where waiting in line observing all the weird people around them they saw a familiar face ahead of them, Kimi. She had a coffee in her hands and was thanking the barista but didn’t see them. Neither did she see the weird guy she bumped into.

The guy she bumped into looked ridiculous to Alaine and Lukus, having fluorescent pink cloths, big goofy glasses and a oversized beanie I’ve this colorful hair. The guy yelled at her to watch where she’s going, she apologized but then she said sir. The pair could already sense this guy would be trouble as the moment kimi said “sir” it looked as if the weird guys was about to explode. SIR!!! He screamed, grabbing everyone’s attention, his face beat red and eyes bulging in rage!

To say he exploded on Kimi would be an understatement, he started loudly screaming at her “ did you just misgender me”!!! The screaming got even louder as he started listing off a bunch of gibberish and loudly insulting her, calling her sexist, anti-lgbt, telling to kill herself and die in a hole. His screaming getting more incoherent and seemed to be literally frothing at the mouth. Kimi was just backing away, scared and trying to apologize but the guy just kept screaming over her plea’s.

(Feel like I need to put a trigger warning for this one so here it is. Trigger warning for Lukus and Alaine getting in a fight with ‘that kind’ of trans guy, the kind responsible for all the negative stereotypes about the trans community. And Issac being called a racial slur. You have been warned.)

Alaine and Lukus stepped in to stop this dude from hurting Kimi. He seriously looked like he was about ready to punch her. They stepped in and tried to diffuse the situation, putting themselves between kimi and the angry man. They try to explain to him that how could she have known he wasn’t cis, that’s it’s an honest mistake and to let it slide. That only seemed to pissed him off more as he threw a drink in Alaines face and shoved Lukus in anger, wrong move.

Just as Lukus was winding up a punch Alaine beat him to it, knocking the asshole clean to the floor in a single strike. He went down like a sack of potato’s and was laying out cold. The three just left, taking Kimi and leaving. Alaine was fuming but if she where calmer she would have noticed it was water he threw at her, and would have also noticed she didn’t flop to the floor in her aquatic form, she was too pissed off the notices.

Kimi thanks them for saving her from that crazy guy and try’s frantically to explains to them she’s pro-lgbt, always try’s to respect peoples pronouns and is actually a lesbian herself. They cut her off, she didn’t need to explain herself to them. On the flip side Jeimos and Issac are carrying back their huge bags of fast food back to the groups hideout waiting to hear any news. Issac see’s a downed old man and the street and rushed to help him.

Just as Issac was reaching out to help him the old man swats him away, screaming at him. “Keep your hands off me you filthy N@$$#r”! Heads turn and people stop dead in their tracks in pure shock at what they just heard. Issac and Jeimos had no idea what that weird word meant but it guessing by the crowds reaction, it was really bad. The old man gets himself up and goes off on a racist rant, accusing Issac of trying to steal from him, calling all his “kind” low-life scum and just screams at him.

*

First of all Anon, your depiction of working at a fast food place is a whole-ass mood and I felt it lol. I’m interested to see what role this character Kimi plays! Maybe she has ties to the hospital? Seeing the crew clash with real-world culture is very interesting. I’m enjoying their adventure so far. TO BE CONTINUED…?

#fanfic #looming gaia

[hecohansen31]

Little Lady Of Mine

Halfdan+Transgender! Reader (Modern AU)

(A/N): Hey lovelies,

HUGE DISCLAIMER: I am not personally a transgender person so I just wanted to say that if you find this in any way offensive, I am ready to delete this, just know that I had this idea and I felt like it was perfect for this period.

I also wanted to tell you that if you have any suggestion to write better transgender characters, just let me know, since I have just started and I low key hope that this won’t suck, but please DO LET ME KNOW WHAT I CAN DO TO BECOME BETTER!

I also wanted to say thank you to @volvaaslaug​ (who probably hates me by now, because I am constantly bothering them) because they gave me some interesting suggestions and even suggested a lovely web series that I absolutely suggest to you as well! (Her Story)

This being said: I really hope you’ll like it!

WARNINGS: Mention of Transphobia and Depression, Transphobic Insults, Being Outed, Fear of Relationships and Comments.

You had loved Vesterfold since the first time you had moved there.

You had a nice job, although it wasn’t the best you could do it did pay the rent and you were also able to put aside a bit of money for the operation.

You had also developed a few friendships, although no one in the new circle of friends you had created around you knew about your ‘little secret’, because in the end it had been barely a month since you had transferred in the northern city, with the excuse of your new work at the bar.

And certainly, the climate was much more open than your closeted city, full of the narrow-minded people you had been running away from.

And then there was Halfdan.

He was the brother of the owner of the bar you worked in, and many times you had met him trying to run away from everyone, gaining a few free cocktail on the way, something he did not only because he owned partly the establishment but also because you found him inevitably cute, so you couldn’t deny him his daily glass of bourbon.

Although it was 9 a.m. in the morning.

He had a mix of dark biker vibes, with his pretty gelled blond hair and his leather jacket always on him, but you feel a softer aura that got you quite enamored with his shy personality.

You’d sometimes talk together, although your secrecy and his shyness made it difficult to have anything deeper than small talk when you were together, and you had caught him looking at you a few times, meanwhile you were serving drinks and you had noticed a few knowing smirks from his foreign friend, Bjorn.

He had been the one that had tried to set you and Halfdan up, although you always pushed it back, because boyfriends and lovers were something that you tried to swear off.

It was all a mess when things like this happened, you knew it all too well.

There were people who fetishized ‘your condition’ and there were others who would have found it sexy till it was brought out in the world, and then they were the firsts that threw stick and stones at you.

No matter the fact that behind closed door they enjoyed the thought of you.

So, you had been avoiding Bjorn’s attempt to set you up, joking that you ‘couldn’t just date your boss’, but when Halfdan had been the one marching to you to ask you out, your mind had gone blank and you hadn’t had any idea of what to say and what excuse to use and in the end on Friday night you were left choosing a dress and cursing yourself and your mind.

Why had you accepted it, when you knew that this couldn’t go further up than a small date?

It would have simply left you to torture yourself about the thought of a relationship with Halfdan.

You knew all too well that sadly, men like him, didn’t like women ‘like you’.

It would just make you fall again in the deep pit of sadness your life had been before you decided to move away.

But you had tried to push away all the overthinking you had done in these days, to try to appear relaxed at the date, in a small restaurant that Halfdan had suggested since it was the best in the city.

He had been a perfect gentleman, offering to come and pick you up and pushing your chair behind you as you sit down and complimenting on the dress you had chosen, a completely enamored look in his eyes, as he said it, making you smirk softly and hid your face in the menu.

“… are you… are you liking it in Vesterfold?” he had asked, hiding his own blushing face behind a menu, although he looked to know it by heart, as he suggested where you could find the freshest meals and the greasiest ones “… sorry if I am awful at this, I just… I haven’t had a date… in… in actually centuries”.

You had giggled softly, as you reassured him, gently putting down the defense of your menu.

“… don’t worry, I am in the same situation” you had commented, meanwhile he dropped for the surprise his own menu.

“With an angelic face like that? I doubt it” he had replied, with a truly surprised look, as you giggled louder “… Gosh, honestly what is a pretty girl like you doing in a shit place like my brother’s club?”.

“… just running away from responsibilities” you had commented lowly, with a sad smile.

“… aren’t we all?” Halfdan’s smile had matched your own “… but let me tell you (Y/N): I am glad that in your run, you walked in that bar”.

“… flatterer” you had been simply able to reply, even more when Halfdan looked at you with that smirk that made you feel all liquid inside.

Strangely dinner had been comfortable, since Halfdan seemed not only to be an amazing listener but also he seemed to understand what arguments could be deepened and which you didn’t like talking about, easing you up in giving him a little information, without needing to straight up lie to his face.

He had also insisted to pay the bill, telling you again with that small smirk that if ‘you desperately wanted to pay the bill, you would have done so next time you went out’.

Today he had been the one to ask you out, hence it was only fair he paid.

Next time you would have invited him outside and you’d have paid the bill.

A clear invite for one more date, something to which you weren’t exactly against, even more when the entire date had kept itself purely chaste.

Although as you both went out, his hand fell by his side, right next to yours, and slowly and slowly it came closer and closer to yours, till you decided to damn yourself gripping it.

He reacted with a blush that shone even in that dark night, which instead made you smirk, although you were again surprised by the tall man when he gently draped his leather jacket on you, noticing that you were shivering.

‘It won’t take too long to reach the car I swear’ he promised you sweetly and this time he was bolder, pushing you closer to him ‘… is this alright?’.

‘I am already feeling warmer’ you joked with a knowing smirk sent to him and right when you were reaching the parking lot, you saw a familiar silhouette and a breath choked in your mouth.

You moved closer to Halfdan, who didn’t notice it, meanwhile he searched in his pockets for the key.

You tried to put a bit of space between you and the known face, although it wasn’t possible anymore as he came to your side to open the door.

You hoped that for once your luck would work in your favor.

But it didn’t and suddenly the man was in front of you, turning to you who faced Halfdan, having finally fished out the keys from his pocket, and now he was ready to unlock the car, but then it was too late.

“Look who is here” the man commented arrogantly, and you were faced with Edgard, an old friend of your times in high school, when you hadn’t started the hormonal therapy, but you had already started transitioning, mostly in secret through some more feminine clothes and a bit of make-up you’d wipe off before coming back from school “… the freak”.

A shadow appeared on your face as you felt Halfdan still behind you, and he lightly pushed you back, coming face to face with Edgard, a third of his muscles weight but with no brain or sense of self-preservation.

“… you look incredibly real, also… the surgeon you paid must have been very very good” he continued commenting, as Halfdan grabbed the front of his shirt.

“Listen dude, you are ruining our night, I don’t know if you understand it… but we’d prefer to be left alone” he commented, lightly raising the man a bit “… fuck off”.

“Oh man, didn’t she tell you?” Edgard continued on goading him on, as you tried to have Halfdan back off “… or should I say did he…? Do you still have your cock? You are probably screwing old guys to get it removed, aren’t you?”.

Now a rather horrified shrink left your mouth at the truth being out, hurting you in every conceivable way.

But what truly got you was the way Halfdan’s whole body stilled and before you knew it, you had run away, not truly knowing where to go.

Just. Needing. To. Get. Away.

You had felt this way for your entire life, your high school life being completely hell for people like Edgard, who couldn’t simply accept that there was a reality that was different from the boring one he had lived in his whole life.

That people like you weren’t freak.

But were simply… people.

You could already see what would happen.

Halfdan would undoubtedly talk with his brother about this and by next week you’d be fired.

Probably Halfdan wouldn’t spread the word around, because he was afraid of having fallen for such a ‘trap’ but you would have lost the chance to go out with him again, after the lovely night you had been having.

Gosh… you fucking knew it.

You had gone through it so many times.

You were running right outside the parking lot, when an hand gripped tight your arm, and you were reeled back, right when a car appeared in front of you, almost running you over, hadn’t you been brought back by your own personal angel.

Which turned out to be a red-cheeked Halfdan.

“… please don’t run” he commented breathing heavily “… I am an old man, and you’ll give me a stroke”.

You were surprised that he hadn’t already tried insulting you, but maybe he did need to catch on his breath.

“That fucktard, by the way, I took care of it” a bloodthirsty grin appeared on his face “… I am sorry you had to go through that, it wasn’t certainly a planned idea for my date night”.

An awkward silence appeared between you two.

You didn’t know whether you should have just faked nothing happened and just let Halfdan bring yourself or confront him about what Edgard said.

In the end you just felt like you had to at least tell him you didn’t fuck old men for a living.

“… it wasn’t true what he said” you commented through your teeth, nervously “… about the older men, I wouldn’t date you for money or…”.

“That’s good, because Harald is the rich brother” he commented with a light laugh, as he reached out for your hand softly “… ok that wasn’t… nice of me, but… believe me I know that you aren’t faking it… I had the time of my life on this date and might I be so presumptuous to say that you did too?”.

You choked on air, again, nervous and unsure, as Halfdan blushed lightly letting you choose the pace of this relationship.

And it had never happened to you.

And it scared you.

“… but about the other thing… I…” you choked on a sad smile, meanwhile Halfdan patiently waited for you, lowering his gaze to make you feel less pressure on yourself “… I am a woman but…I am not… I am not operated, so I understand it… if you aren’t comfortable…”.

You didn’t know why you blurted it out, but usually with most people that was a dealbreaker, because it made you stick between two states and it made people uncomfortable, because they couldn’t put their noisy tags on you.

But if there was one thing you knew by now, it was that it wasn’t your fault.

You couldn’t change your thoughts and body to appease them.

But you still understood why Halfdan might not want to continue a relationship with you.

“… it is ok, if you want to end things here, I wouldn’t expect you…”.

“Listen… “ he commented, as he softly, moved you closer to him, trying to calm his body, to make himself appear less threatening and you couldn’t help but relax under those attentive moves “… it doesn’t change anything”.

“… seriously?” you weren’t used to people being so calm about it.

“Seriously” he breathed out “… you are the pretty girl I have had a crush on since the first moment you started working, which might make me pass off as the creeper…”.

You shut up Halfdan with a quick kiss to your lips, so fast that although you did effectively shut him up, it almost didn’t seem to happen and you laughed a bit at Halfdan’s ridiculous kiss face, as he slowly came back from it, blabbering something about ‘you definitely thinking that he was a creeper now’.

“… nobody had ever… been as gentle as you with me” you commented “… that is why I am… nervous”.

“I am sorry you had to go through that” he replied “… I mean… it is human decency to treat you like anybody else”.

“… not everybody has had the decency of that” you muttered, as Halfdan gently brought you closer, enveloping you in a soft hug, as he felt you completely shattering against him, but he simply smiled at you continuing his mission to reassure you.

You didn’t know if an entire day passed or an hour, what you knew was that Halfdan gave you all the time, making sure that you were comfortable once you were back in the car, even making a bit of fun with you to try to bring you a smile on his face.

‘Gosh people will think that this has been an awesome date if they see you cry’ he had tried to humor you, and your hand shot over his, as it stood on the gear shift, which made him turn around to you.

“… it was an awesome date” you confirmed it to him, as you gently moved in for another quick kiss, gaining a totally enamored look from Halfdan, who peppered a few more kisses on your lips.

And to think that you had worn lip-gloss because you were sure that there wouldn’t be any kisses.

Meanwhile he kissed you, he asked you, where he didn’t have to touch you and where he could.

He tried to avoid questions, letting you speak in case you wanted to, wanting to make you feel comfortable, although sometimes he’d interrupt you with a question, always trying to word it carefully but not as if you were a glass doll, but more like he wanted to give you all his respect.

Your eventually started a long conversation, meanwhile Halfdan held you comfortably, which was interrupted by Harald’s call, since he was worried his brother wasn’t home and you could hear a very distinct ‘please tell me that you didn’t get kidnapped and instead got laid’ which made you and Halfdan blush.

The man quickly shushed his brother with the promise of being home in a few minutes, after he dropped you off.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, this time a comfortable silence lulling you in a peaceful mood, as your hands were joined together on the gear shift-

“… thank you for the lovely night” you commented once you were home and Halfdan insisted to escort you to the threshold of your apartment, as if he expected Edgard to appear again and attack you, although… from his slightly bruised knuckles you wouldn’t have to worry about any transphobe coming at you, soon “… if you haven’t changed your mind, we could do it again”.

“It’s more like… if you haven’t changed your mind…”.

“Don’t sell yourself short” you joked, with a laugh that made Halfdan kiss you.

And he did kiss you, on your lips, softly and gently.

“… goodnight, little lady of mine”.

#Halfdan #Halfdan Reader #Halfdan x Reader #Halfdan Imagine #Halfdan Fic #Halfdan Angst #Angst #Halfdan Fluff #Fluff #Halfdan Moodboard #Vikings #vikings imagine #History Vikings #Vikings Moodboard

[wormmomma]

tyler, the creator: the very queer discography review!!!

Im bored of writing overly long threads on twitter so i wrote a look at tyler the creators discography and why hes gay and im gay and deserved to have his dick immortalized in gold when he dies. So tyler gregory okanma is a black man born in ladera heights california. He’s also my third favorite rapper and since he discovered my favorite rapper earl sweatshirt I guess he deserves goat status for that shit too. Tyler started his career around 17 years old as the ace the creator. He did features at the time with casey veggies and the inspirations in his flow to mf doom where already apparent even back then. From ace the creator mixtape you can already hear the very digital and jazz inspired pharrell production. Funny story if you look up any of his ace stuff now you'll mostly find some really old production that in the age of tyler the creator type beats doesn't really hold u all that great. From there Tyler went on to create odd futures and his first album bastard. He quite quickly followed up bastard with godlin. Goblin, bastard, and the OF tape vol.1 all feel pretty interconnected so im gonna speed round from worst to best. So odd future tape volume one is fun and punk and really crass, it's also completely eclipsed by odd futures other releases. I love odd future and the collective's ability too be both edgy teen skate rap garbage, and a risky artistic rap collective all at the same time. In odd future's first tape it seems pretty clear that tylers description of the groups early work as a bunch of niggas joking around in a studio is very apparent for better or worse. If you wanna get high with some friends can listen to some funny edgy and downright grimey tracks over left brains booking production skip this and listen to odd future's next mixtape but come back here to listen to some funny skits and a few proto mellowhype track with domo genesis. Goblin is Tyler's attempt to do a bigger darker more sprawling version of bastard but misses the mark. I like the album and I love singles on the album. Goblin the opening track is amazing and is a great look at tylers mental state attempting to live up to his newfound fame and anxiety about his infamy. I love yonkers and tron cat. Tyler says alot at this time that he doesn't make horrorcore and he's correct but the lack of emotional honesty and his immature deflections is really going off on all cylinders. If you dont wanna hear skits like “my bitch suck dick” and lines like “im not homophobic faggot” i would probably call it his worst album. Before i talk about bastard id like to go over his use of slurs and rape in his work. Tylers consistent lyrics about violence towards women and use of the lgbtq community really don't insult me. I feel like his lyrical content is filled with a clear look of how angry and insecure tyler was about not having a father or any way of processing his angst. Did he have to sound like a incel threatening to stalk and murder women who refuse to love him for over 3 albums? No, but i really enjoy looking at his early music. He doesn't shy away from how angry, sad and desperate he was at the time. That synthesis of need for fatherly love, anger from a lack of it and deteriorating mental state honestly makes the content more palatable. Also as a black trans women id rather hear tranny an faggot bars from a male rapper making intreeating music. Tyler at the time was being honest, angry and vulnerable not like eminem and action bronson who spit these bars with all the same rap bravado and violent anger toward women with zero pathos. Bastard is amazing, it's an intimate dark album. At the time it felt like it was tapping right into where I was at the time. The amount of mental anguish on bastards opening track really hit me. I was an angry kid with a lot of angst and bipolar disease so hearing a rapper yell about that same dysfunction really meant alot to me. The flows are amazing and it was a really good look at tylers ability to build a narrative. Wolf was tyler's next album. For a while wolf was my favorite album by tyler. His look at relationships and breakups on bimmer and ifhy are amazing and are expanded on his future releases. Find your wings and treehome are also a good look at his more melodic influence. It was such a good album I actually bought the mrech for and went to see Tyler at afropunk. Also hearing an entire song about the death of his grandma really hit me, my grandfather died around the same time. Cherry bomb was bad, now moving one. Ok im  joking i've listened to it two or three times but its really not worth going back to even though tyler put his all into it. The soul features and amazing production is worth listening to but even Tyler admits he rushed the album a little and that he needed to blow people away next time. Flower boy, is one of the most important albums in hip hop. That's it. Bar none. It was my favorite release of 2018. Flower boy is about tylers newfound isolation with his fame, and how he drives cars by himself in beautiful la vistas. Its also about how he’s gay (or bisexual). There are ALOT of stupid takes on this album. There is a contingency of tyler stans that think tyler has been “playing a character” since bastard. Now I'll admit that wolf haley and dr.teecee are clearly characters; they are also artists' representations of tyler's mental state. If wolf haley has adhd and no father that means tyler also has those issues. So whether or not Tyler is playing a character he has in fact “been kissing white boys since 2004”. I also have seen an insipid article that asks if “tyler the creator should be accepted into the lgbtq community” due to his homophobia? Much more controversial and actually homophobic and transphobic people are in this community hes tyler the creator, not milo yinnaoplous. I also dont think that it occurs to the reviewer that alot of gay men are very hmophobic before they come out and that self hate is very common. Lyrics like “im not gay i just wanna dance to some marvin” also has a much deeper context now. Listening to older releases you can see how in your face tyler was about his queerness. He even said he filmed himself kissing his friend Lucas to prove he wasn't a homophobe. I'm happy Tyler grew enough to make an album not only about being attracted to men but how lonely he felt in and out of the closet. As someone who came out as bisexual at the time it came at a perfect time. Being  gay is isolating and confusing and when you do you lose alot of friends and family. Garden shed, who dat boy, and 911 are real standouts. His collaboration with kali uchis was also so fucking smooth and she a born r&b star. Tyler gained a grammy nomination off the album and said he loved the feeling of finally making popular catchy music people wanna sing the lyrics too, so he followed it with igor. Igor opens with this addendum on the back of the physical album: 

This might be fiction, this might be about igor but it is fully about tyler okanga. The album is very hard to parse and barely has any rapping. It's more of a pop experimental album with a lot of lofi synth production. Tylers production chops are full force here. Igor is melodic, sad and full of the same anger and obsession from his previous albums. Its just more mature and really gay, and i fucking love it. Tyler was dealing with a tumultuous relationship with a guy and his refusal to be with tyler exclusively. Its about a breakup. A love tragedy that only becomes more depressing after the argument on a boy is a gun, the breakup in my love is gone, and the sad slump back into needing closure in can we be friends. The album is fun to sing to, and fucking devestating. I've dealt with a lot of similar issues with love and obsession so to hear it so clearly illustrated on igor really hit me. I think the album becomes even more depressing with the unreleased track best interest, about tyler being a side nigga. This is the kind of music that's sometimes made in r&b and pop but never in rap. There was an interview where Tyler says he hated his voice which is why he edits it so evident on igor. Tyler also said he wanted to send these songs to rihanna and Justin Beiber but they didn't want them, as cool as it sounds. I'm happy tyler was able to tell his own story. I would also recommend magic wand since it's my favorite track on the album and kicks you in the face with how angry and heartbroken Tyler was at the time. 

Tyler is an artist that talks and speaks about how he feels all the time, he's also a person who feels enigmatic and mysterious somehow. I think it has to do with how constantly he's put to the side of his other hip hop contemporaries. He always seems to be making music Tom weird, controversial and experimental to be treated like asap rocky, vince staples, or the late mac miller. A fact that feels ironic since he worked with all of those artists, lil wayne, and even kanye west. I'm as big a stan for tyler as he is for Pharrell, if it wherent forever I'd never take rap seriously and would never have chosen to make my own music. As a black trans woman I find a lot of tylers work really relatable. I've been in alot of the angry hopeless situations Tyler talks about in his music. I think he's the artist who hits me the most on a personal level and yeah when i was depressed i sat in my bedroom and listened to bastard in my low moments. I like riding in the car and listening to all of flowerboy. Igor is amazing as well for almost half a decade it's been amazing growing up and hitting the same emotional beats Tyler went through5 in his work. Hearing about him coming out as gay ajd dealing with very similar backlash mad me feel less alone if im being honest. Tyler has said he wants to take a more production heavy role in the industry moving forward but he says that a lot, i think as long as he has a story to tell he's always going to make music. His music feels like a diary and I'm happy to read it and sonnet to it in all its beauty and ugliness. 

Hi my name is lua o'reilly i make music on soundcloud.com/wormmother

If you liked this review let me know and I'll do a look into earl sweatshirt.

#Tyler The Creator #wolf #bastard #rap #music #punk #reveiw #discography #queer art #queer #black art

[ajw720]

There is A LOT wrong with that TSG message. But even if we ignore the obvious. I don't give a flying fuck how M identifies (which I doubt is anything other than straight apart from the novelty of it, a fellow LGBTQ+ person wouldn't do that D I like to think, but there are always horrible people so who knows) but if you run a bar and want to be professional you don't use that word (to be safe) because people more who are offended by it than not (me included, and doubt she meant it kindly)

Ask 2: JFC the bar is such trash. Open d*ke night? Really?! And the reaction to that Instagram comment. Good lord. So let’s tell everyone we are king and queen heterosexual for a decade then change the story when it’s convenient. Someone please save D. This is a shitshow.

Ask 3:M is NOT lgbt. She’s queerbaiting. She’s doing it so D won’t get attacked for all the pr stunts saying how straight he is. It’s really shitty damage control. If she is lgbt? I’ll be incredibly shocked but I 100% believe she’s faking it since she’s a habitual liar. And if she was lgbt she would let us all know by now

Ask 4: if she is queer, then that makes matters worse imo especially since she should know better than to use d*ke so casually. hasn't she been transphobic in the past as well? she's been called out on stuff in the past so idk why she'd pull the "i'm queer" card now if it's true and she could have said so back then. of course she could have changed how she identifies but it makes her look inconsiderate still.

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Hi anons, I decided to combine all of your asks because I think you all have valid points. I am utterly and completely disgusted, they continue to reach new lows each day.

If an establishment is called out for using an offensive name, own it, don’t dance around it.  Worse, DO NOT suddenly change the narrative, thereby rubbing salt in D’s deep wound, that while D has publicly said he is straight, M has not.  I have not one clue how M identifies, I frankly don’t give a fuck, she could screw every consenting, adult person alive and would not care if she would just leave D be.  But you don’t get to suddenly change the narrative because it is convenient and to try to overcome well deserved criticism.  Is this supposed to explain why it was ok for her to prance around in her rainbow attire on pride day while she actively conspires to make sure D cannot reveal the truth about his sexuality? 

I personally have been deeply offended by every attempt of that bar to use the LGBT+ community. It is beyond hypocritical.  D is queer, he is deeply closeted, now “married” to his beard, and his oppression currently comes directly from the hand of  woman playing the role of his wife. How dare she use the LGBT+ community to make money for her failing bar while she is actively forcing the other “owner” to hide his sexuality?  It is revolting and they have done it repeatedly.

D*ke is a word that many find highly offensive.  Don’t use it. And i understand the host for the evening is a lesbian and i do believe she has good intentions, but it is highly controversial choice, being hosted at a bar owned by the straightest man alive and his useless “wife” and it just should not be done. And now that you have been called out, own it, and change the name.

Please save D from this nightmare.  She brings him down and tarnishes his character everyday. That bar is such a liability.  It started with its immature, sexual innuendo,  exacerbated by drinks with wholly offensive and derogatory names targeted at degrading women, made exponentially worse by having naked women gyrate on the bar surface, and now they are queer baiting, try to use a community they have no right to market to, and doing so in a manner that is offensive.

Please, please, please someone with a brain and power save this man and get him out of this incredibly harmful situation.  This is well beyond closeting, D’s character and reputation are at risk.,

[agentdammers]

Grand Torchwood Rewatch eps 1x05, 06, 07

oh!!!!!!!! the saga that no one asked for continues!!!!!!

content warn: pisstaking, fun having, no one is safe, everyone is terrible

1x05 “small worlds”

- before we even start, i will say this: i hate this fucking episode bc a nice old lady dies. if anything involves Nice old ppl, really little kids, or animals being hurt, i hate it and also fuck u for making me look at this oh its sad!!! hate that!!!!

- oh shes so Nice and she just likes fairies so much its v fucked up!!!!!!! and she’s also looking for her cat when she dies which is like a DOUBLE SAD WHAMMY, dont like that at ALL!!!!

- the fairies in this look like that bitch from Strange Magic. i dont remember his name but you know who i mean, the bugman

- actually the fairy cgi is like some of the best cgi of the series so far. its a low bar and everything but still

- ah yes!!! jack’s Identical Twin Dad. WILD

- cargo pants owen............ sexy...... (Im Being Totally Sincere Btw, I Assure You)

- snidey shit aside a pedo gets owned multiple times thru this episode which is v Good honestly

- the bit when gwen shouts “TELL ME JACK” and then like.... looks away really suddenly??? is some of the most bizarre acting ive seen in A Time like. man if i was the director, i wouldve had to be like, eve love u by the way but also like: What the Fuck

- Very Unintentionally Funny Moment: Owen trying to restrain this woman super awkwardly so he doesnt accidentally grab her tits??????????

- and here jack sacrifices someone else’s kid.............. just like he will do later on to his own *spoiler 4 children of earth* grandson

1x06 “countrycide”

- my memory of this episode had boiled down to a vague outline bc literally all i can think of now is “this is the episode where burn got done for trying to steal a bath while they were filming”

- “monster” by the automatic, what a tune of yesteryear! remember when you couldnt so much as scratch your arse without this song blaring out your b hole

- “and WHAT is that SMELL?” “that would be grass” “.................it’s disgusting.” Oh! Kin

- Toshiko tell us more about this hepatitis burger   ???????

- ok fer real tho. abandon the rest of this episode lets focus on the hep burger this sounds like an Amazing tale

- OWEN dirty talking!!!!!!!!!!! this is a family friendly rewatch bitch, keep it PG!!!!!!!!!

- ah fuck gwen’s dead. everyone go home, the rewatch is over nothin more to see

- u can look at My wound, owen 😎 ((((this is a funny joke bc by wound i mean my Butt Whole !))))

- when owen picks up the gun he keeps fuckin swinging it around like a character in a first person shooter tryin to pan the camera... what is he doing ?

- not to be cruel cos lad’s had a bad time but im so tired of ianto’s little face in this episode jesus. i forget when does this character become like. tolerable lmao

- tbh since this episode i have seen so many movies with basically this Exact Same storyline which makes it like....... really tiresome to watch? not torchwoods fault but!!! eugh !

- what IS torchwood’s fault however: That Fucking Slow Motion Of Jack Shooting Up The Place. this show does NOT look nearly expensive or cinematic enough to pull off that shit it really doesnt!!!!!! i also found it extremely funny that the Bad Cop has a handgun, bc what kind of showdown would it be if everyone Didnt have handguns!

- GWEN’S FUCKING A 9 STONE TWINK WHEN SHES GOT 100% WELSH BEEF WAITING AT HOME

1x07 “greeks bearing gifts”

- AKA ELECTRIC LESBOOGALOO 2: HOW TOSHIKO GOT HER GROOVE BACK

- deeply unrealistic that a single kid on a bike would be staring at a crime scene and not there with at least half a dozen of his mates

- seeing ppl smoke in indoor public spaces makes me feel Deeply Nostalgic, tbh

- mary’s deeply Sultry Lesbian Aura is so fucking powerful its knocked me clean on my ass

- god ianto just fucking Longs for death!!!!!!!!!!!! let him rest!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- you dont need another Owen Sexy reminder but: purple tiger shirt owen? sexy

- WHYS ALIEN GOT TITTY

- ah! lov that casually transphobic anecdote from jack near the end! feels good feels organic!!!

- u ever want to just like jack harkness but he keeps doin shit like, oh, u know, straight up Launching An Alien Into The Fucking Sun And Killing Her

- anyway get toshiko sato a gf campaign 2018, peace out!

#LONG POST #grand torchwood rewatch 2018

[safetypinkerton]

Hollywood Propaganda by Mark Dice 

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hollywood-propaganda-mark-dice/1137833508

Christianity Under Attack

In order to destroy America, the conspirators are determined to eradicate faith in God and dismantle organized Christianity. Attacking Jesus and Christianity is a sacrament in Hollywood because the far-Left hates Jesus and everything He stands for. It’s not an overstatement to say that many in key positions of power in the entertainment industry (and politics) are Satanists who will someday openly embrace Lucifer as the rebel angel kicked out of Heaven for defying God.

  “I’m glad the Jews killed Christ,” ranted comedian Sarah Silverman in one of her comedy specials. “Good. I’d fucking do it again!” she declares, as her audience agrees in laughter.158 While accepting an Emmy Award one year Kathy Griffin said, “A lot of people come up here and they thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus. He didn’t help me a bit…so all I can say is suck it Jesus! This award is my god now!”159

I’m not saying people shouldn’t be able to make fun of Christians, but no mainstream celebrity would dare make such insults or jokes about Muhammad because Muslims (and Jews) are vigorously protected against any criticism or mockery and only wonderful things can be said about them. Even a slightly edgy joke ignites a barrage of attacks with cries of “Islamophobia” or “anti-Semitism” and gears start moving in the well-funded and massive smear machines like the ADL and the SPLC which quickly move to destroy the person’s career before they can utter another word.

Hating Christians is almost as necessary as believing in climate change if you’re going to be a mainstream Hollywood celebrity. There are very few open Christians in Hollywood, most of them are has-beens like Kevin Sorbo and Kirk Cameron who have been basically blacklisted since being open about their faith.

  Kevin Sorbo was banned from Comicon because he’s a conservative and “pals with Sean Hannity.”160 He and other Christian actors are stuck doing low budget films that get little attention. They’re allowed to exist (for now) as long as they never point out the Bible’s teachings on homosexuality. Only watered down and generic Christian messages are allowed to be said.

After Guardians of the Galaxy star Chris Pratt appeared on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and happened to discuss his “spirituality,” many online began attacking him for being a Christian and attending a church. Actress Ellen Page (a lesbian) from the X-Men and Inception tweeted, “If you are a famous actor and you belong to an organization that hates a certain group of people, don’t be surprised if someone simply wonders why it’s not addressed. Being anti LGBTQ is wrong, there aren’t two sides. The damage it causes is severe. Full stop.”161

Singer Ellie Goulding threatened to back out of her scheduled performance at the 2019 Thanksgiving NFL halftime show if the Salvation Army didn’t pledge to donate money to LGBT causes. She got the idea after her Instagram comments were flooded with complaints from her fans because the Salvation Army was sponsoring the game to announce their annual Red Kettle Campaign (bell ringers) fundraiser for the homeless.162 Since the Salvation Army is a Christian charity, Goulding’s fans freaked out, accusing them of being “homophobic” and “transphobic.”

They quickly bowed to the pressure and “disavowed” any anti-LGBT beliefs, which basically means they’re disavowing the Bible because even the New Testament denounces homosexuality in Romans 1:26-27 and 1st Corinthians 6:9-10. Many critics claim that only the Old Testament does, but the Book of Romans makes it clear that just because Jesus came to offer salvation doesn’t mean God’s law regarding homosexuality changed.

The Salvation Army also removed a “position statement” from their website that had made it clear “Scripture forbids sexual intimacy between members of the same sex,” and replaced it with one saying “We embrace people regardless of race, gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, or gender identity.”163 One of the world’s largest Christian charities whose very name “The Salvation Army” refers to the salvation of Christ, cowardly bowed down to the Leftist activists out of fear they would be branded “homophobic.”

Christians are easy targets since they’re much more passive than Jews and Muslims when attacked, and Hollywood loves to stereotype them as a bunch of superstitious bigots who don’t know how to have fun. In the rare case that there is a movie favorable to Christianity that gets widespread distribution, that too is attacked.

Passion of the Christ was deemed “anti-Semitic” because it depicts the story of Jesus’ arrest, sham trial, and crucifixion.164 It was the most popular film about the events to be made and wasn’t a straight to DVD release like most others. With Mel Gibson behind it, the film became a huge success, which caused a tremendous backlash.

The ADL [Anti-Defamation League] denounced the film, saying it “continues its unambiguous portrayal of Jews as being responsible for the death of Jesus. There is no question in this film about who is responsible. At every single opportunity, Mr. Gibson’s film reinforces the notion that the Jewish authorities and the Jewish mob are the ones ultimately responsible for the Crucifixion.”165 That’s because that’s what happened!

Technically, the Romans did it, but at the behest of the Jewish leadership in Jerusalem at the time. The Bible makes it very clear what led to Jesus being crucified. Pontius Pilate is quoted in Matthew 27:24 saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood,” and “It is your responsibility!” meaning the Jewish Pharisees. They were the ones who conspired to have Jesus arrested and killed for “blasphemy” and being a “false” messiah. Pontius Pilate even offered to release Jesus, but the crowd demanded he release Barabbas instead, another man who was being detained for insurrection against Rome, and for murder.166

A critic for the New York Daily News called The Passion of the Christ, “the most virulently anti-Semitic movie made since the German propaganda films of the Second World War.”167 Many others angrily denounced the film when it came out in 2004. Some in the media even blamed it for a supposed “upsurge” in anti-Semitic hate crimes.168

When the History Channel miniseries The Bible was released in 2013, the same cries of “anti-Semitism” rang out.169 The New York Times opinion editor Bari Weiss went so far as to say that it’s a “conspiracy theory” that Jews killed Jesus.170

Even though most Christmas movies aren’t overtly Christian and instead focus of the importance of families reuniting and spending time together, that doesn’t mean they’re not going to come under attack. As the war on western culture continues, the Marxists have set their sights on Christmas too.

Online liberal cesspool Salon.com ran a headline reading “Hallmark movies are fascist propaganda,” and complained they promote “heteronormative whiteness” because there aren’t enough LGBT characters or people of color in them.171

“Hallmark movies, with their emphasis on returning home and the pleasures of the small, domestic life, also send a not-at-all subtle signal of disdain for cosmopolitanism and curiosity about the larger world,” Salon said, “which is exactly the sort of attitude that helps breed the kind of defensive White nationalism that we see growing in strength in the Donald Trump era.”172

The article went on to say that because the Hallmark Channel airs so many Christmas movies, it is promoting, “a set of patriarchal and authoritarian values that are more about White evangelicals defining themselves as an ethnic group, and not about a genuine feeling of spirituality…The very fact that they’re presented as harmless fluff makes it all the more insidious, the way they work to enforce very narrow, White, heteronormative, sexist, provincial ideas of what constitutes ‘normal.’”173

The article wasn’t satire. Salon.com has a deep-seated hatred of Christianity, conservatives and families, and is another cog in the Cultural Marxist machine working to destroy the United States.

Comedian Whitney Cummings was reported to the Human Resources department of a major Hollywood studio after she wished the crew of a TV show she was working on “Merry Christmas” when they wrapped up for the year. She made the revelation while speaking with Conan O’Brian the following December. “Last year, I was working on a TV show, [and] got in trouble with Human Resources for saying ‘Merry Christmas’ to an intern,” she began.174

Conan asked her if she was being serious and she said it was a true story, elaborating, “I was leaving, like on the 18th or whatever…and I was like, ‘Bye guys, Merry Christmas.’” When she returned from vacation after New Year’s she was called to HR and scolded. She joked, “I don’t even care how your Christmas was. It was just a formality. It’s what you say when you leave.”175

Conan O’Brien then replied, “In these times we’re in, that could trigger someone or offend them if it’s not their holiday.”176 She didn’t say which network it was, but she’s been involved with some major shows like NBC’s Whitney (where she played the main character), as well as the CBS sitcom 2 Broke Girls, which she created and was a writer for.

While today it may seem impossible that Christmas movies may become a thing of the past, nobody could have ever guessed that reruns of the classic Dukes of Hazzard would get banned after the Confederate flag was deemed a “hate symbol” in 2015, or that Aunt Jemima pancake syrup, Eskimo Pie ice cream bars, and Uncle Ben’s Rice would be deemed “racially insensitive” and pulled from production a few years later.177

Once someone reminds liberals that the word Christmas is derived from Christ’s Mass and that it is actually a commemoration of the birth of Jesus, they may finally go over the edge and deem Christmas just as offensive as Columbus Day or the Fourth of July. And with the Muslim and Sikh populations increasing in the United States, the American standard of Christmas music playing in shopping malls and retail stores all month long every December may one day come to an end because it’s not “inclusive” and leaves non-Christians feeling “ostracized.”

#hollywoodpropaganda

[roidespd-blog]

Chapter Eleven : RuPaul

“Hello ! Hello ! Hello !” RuPaul Charles (born November 17, 1960) has been a Pop culture Icon for the past 30 years as a punk rock singer turned dancer turned drag queen turned singer-songwriter turned model turned talk-show host turned occasional actor turned producer turned cosmetic guru turned all-around business powerhouse. Though there doesn’t seem to be any secrets surrounding the most famous drag performer in the world (and I’m not running a investigation blog), I do wish to retrace his steps, pay homage to a singular career as he just launched his new talk show last night (June 10th, 2019), and talk about the mistakes he made along the way as a way of learning from them all together.

THE DRAG REVOLUTION

Unless you were alive and moving around Atlanta in the 80s, you probably first put your eyes on RuPaul as an extra dancing on B-52’s “Love Shack”. Yes, he was a drag performer back then too. A starring role on a low-budget film called “Star Booty” here, appearances on a couple of documentaries there. Mostly nightclub work for a true working guuuurl.

In 1993, He recorded his debut album, Supermodel of the World, clearly stating his ambitions. His first single, “Supermodel (You Better Work)” is actually a masterpiece of dance/house music. The track and album were modest successes but attracted extreme media attention through heavy rotation on MTV. Soon, he became the first drag queen to sign a modeling contract (for cosmetics) and released his (first) autobiography, “Lettin’ It All Hang Out”. Side bar, I do believe that the first time I was made aware of RuPaul was in the 1995 movie ‘To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar”, a suck-my-bone-marrow American imitation of “The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert”. It’s about three drag queens going on a road trip from New York to Hollywood to participate in the biggest Drag Pageant of America. It’s quite vulgar, not subtle for one second and put three straight male actors into drag in performances that don’t shy away from clichés. In the end, they (SPOILER ALERT) made it to the competition and who’s crowning the winner ? Miss RuPaul, anty. I used to love that movie as a kid. Didn’t get it was about drag queens though. But please, watch Priscilla, instead. End of side bar.

By 1996, VH1 gave him his own talk show “The RuPaul Show”. For 2 seasons and 100 episodes, RuPaul interviewed celebrity guests (from Diana Ross to Cher) and made history as one of the first openly gay person to host a show on national television. For the rest of the decade, he released two more albums (one being a Christmas record entitled Ho Ho Ho — priceless name) that lead to commercial failure and overall media fatigue. Because it’s fun to see you, but “different” is better in small portions.

SECOND CUMING

From 1998 to 2004, only one forgettable song from RuPaul was released. This fourth record Red Hot (2004) received little to no coverage — Although the singles kept topping the dance charts. RuPaul admitted to feeling frustrated over the lack of interest in his work during the period, noting the media wasn’t reviewing his records and putting him on magazine covers anymore. Quote “I don’t know what happened. It seemed I couldn’t get press on my album un less I was willing to play in the role that the mainstream press has assigned to gay people, which is as servants of straight ideas”.

In 2008 however, Logo came to RuPaul with an idea that changed so much lives in the process. The offered him the possibility to host and produced a reality competition program based on his brand name called RuPaul’s Drag Race. For those who still don’t know what Drag Race is (HOW DARE YOU?), the premise of the program has drag queens competing to be selected as “America’s Next Drag Superstar” in a series of mini and maxi challenges, culminating in the end of each episode to the bottom two queens lip-syncing for their motherfucking lives and the elimination of one of them. The (new) drag revolution began on February 2, 2009 with a first season that was a bit disavowed by the host himself but it was successful enough to be renewed for a second season. A then a third. And a fourth and so on. The show just ended its eleventh cycle.

The show itself had a very interesting journey. It debuted on the fringe of entertainment, a fun little anomaly for the “in” people. It developed in its first three seasons into a somewhat very solid shows, powering through better storylines, challenges and candidates. In its fourth season, it started to be critically lauded as an incredible piece of pop culture with a cast of queens out of this world. Creatively, the show peaked from season 4 to 6 (4 having the best queens, 5 the best storylines, 6 the best narrative structure). By season 7, it was a phenomenon that keeps on growing as of today.

Last September, Drag Race received the Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Reality-Competition Program for the first time. RuPaul himself won Outstanding Host for a Reality or Reality-Competition Program three years in a row and each year, the audience gets bigger and bigger. The show (who has already been renewed for a 12th year) has introduced us to almost 150 queens over 145 episodes and spawned a couple of spin-off shows, some successful (Drag Race All Stars — four seasons and counting) some not so much (RuPaul’s Drag U, canceled in 2012 after three pretty uneventful seasons). A few international incarnations were made around the world, most notably the UK edition that’s about to be released in 2019 with RuPaul (and bestie Michelle Visage) returning as judges.

EVERYBODY SAY… LOVE ?

From that storyline of a Phoenix rising from its ashes, RuPaul developed into you can pretty much describe as an “Empire Incarnate”. He released 10 new albums, 8 of them serving as official and non-official soundtracks for the show (which is made of RuPaul songs from beginning to end — ROYALTIIIIIES, PEOPLE!). He created a podcast called What’s the Tee ? with Michelle Visage in 2014 as a way to revive The RuPaul Show into another form. He developed everything RuPaul from glass wear to cosmetic lines, promoting them all on the show, released 3 more books (the latest being called “GuRu”) and establishing an annual event a few years ago called ‘RuPaul’s Drag-Con’ happening in New York City and Los Angeles with most of the show’s drag queens making appearances. Basically, he’s making so, so, so much money. An impressive feat from someone who came from nothing and did something with what he had.

Unfortunately, success and worldwide exposure don’t come without their fair share of controversies. First, the fact that everything is about RuPaul, RuPaul, RuPaul (the puns, the challenges, the fact that HE gets to choose who becomes America’s Next Drag Superstar, blablablah) comes to a breaking point in 2019. After eleven years of almost non-stop self promotion, I do feel like I need to take a little break from his sphere. I mean, we had four seasons of Drag Race and Allstars in the spam of 18 months. That’s 44 episodes of intense Queen Dramas and Glitter Balls. I do feel like too much of a good thing harms the quality and appreciation of a program. Drag Race’s latest seasons weren’t as thrilling as the previous ones, mostly due to lack of imagination in challenges, weaker casts and a formula that refuses to evolve with time. As the show went on to become an actual phenomenon, it became a bit too pleasing for all crowds, including straight people. Not that it’s a bad thing that straight people can watch and appreciate the show, but adapting it for their comprehension is kind of fucked up. They should adapt to the show’s (and ours) culture. We open the window and let the song be heard, we don’t blast the door open and give the partition for free. Anyway, just an opinion.

My biggest concern with RuPaul comes from his relationship with the trans community. Drag Race has featured a number of contestants who now identity as trans women (Sonique, Carment Carrera, Jiggly Caliente, Monica Beverly Hillz, Kenya Michaels, Gia Gunn, Peppermint), some of them making their identity public while competing on the show and that’s a good thing for the trans representation around the world.

In 2014, Carmen Carrera (Season 3) and Monica Beverly Hillz (Season 5) criticized the show’s use of words “tranny” and “shemale”. Well, yes it’s bad but the show is about drag queens and they can call themselves whatever they want, right ? (That’s me trying to come up with excuses for RuPaul back in the day). They also described the announcement phrase ‘You’ve got she-mail’ as transphobic, the same year a mini challenge called “Female or She-male” was used on the show’s sixth season. Hmm, well, the producers removed that phrase and have been careful about their challenges ever since, plus RuPaul released an apology so it’s good, right ? (Me, still finding ways to find peace within myself). In 2018, RuPaul gave an interview to the Guardian in which he states that a post-transition trans woman would ‘probably not’ be accepted on the show, noting that at the time of competition Peppermint (season 9) had not yet had breast implants. Fuck. Ru. RuPaul also compared trans drag queens who had transitioned to athletes who had taken performance-enhancing drugs. Fuck. Ru. Two. He has since expressed regrets for the comments he made but I got to say, regrets won’t totally cut it. For a man who ends every season of Drag Race with a “EVERYBODY SAY LOOOOVE!” and preaches acceptance and self-love and seems to be so involved in his community, his views on the trans community are problematic. The only criteria for contestants are “Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve and Talent”, which are qualities you can also find with Trans women. Damn, don’t you know that drag queen is a vocation, NOT an identity ?

I believe that over exposure and the lack of course correction on some of this opinions could cause RuPaul’s downfall in the near future. He’s a phoenix, he’ll come back I’m sure but if he plays his cards right, he won’t have to DO come back. Last night, his new talk show, RuPaul, aired for the first time for a three-week try basis. I watched it this morning on YouTube and… Why do you have a talk show, man ? What’s in it for me to keep watching it, aside from the fact that you are a pleasant person to see for 40 minutes ? The talk show is a vanity project that probably won’t help with the overexposure I keep talking about. I do hope that in the next three weeks though, you will receive a trans person on the show and face the criticism you’ve been shamelessly ignoring on Drag Race.

From the icon who expressed so eloquently how it’s like to have an inner saboteur, to his “you can call he. You can call she. You call me regis and Kathie Lee, I don’t care ! Just as long as you call me” or his incredible “Unless they’re paying your bills, pay for bitches no mind”, I do hope you’ll reconsider some of your actions. Do a little less Drag Race, a little less self promotion. Go enjoy your ranch with your husband for a year or so, reacquaint yourself with your community and come back.

This was an homage to you, RuPaul. I do hope I won’t come to regret my words.

NOW SISSY THAT WALK (ALL THE WAY TO WYOMING)

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So this blog is supposed to be about the things in fandom that I like, but...

But good God if I have to see any more LGBT+ discourse during Pride Month I'm going to stab a bitch. And I mean like, "Queer is a slur, aces don't belong at Pride, saying you're biromantic/homoromantic/ect is had because you're making homosexuality strictly sexual!" sort of discourse. Like. People are really That Stupid and it's annoying. Warnings for True Facts™ and heavy use of the word queer.

Now please forgive any typos, but let's see the bar "straight", shall we?

Asexuals and aromantics belong at Pride. They fall under the + in LGBT+, as do several other identities.

Cishets can go to Pride but should do so STRICTLY in support of LGBT+ people. Not for themselves, not cause it's fun, not cause it's a party. It's not for you, don't think it is.

Lesbians need more representation! Use whichever flag you think is prettiest if you can't find the least problematic one, just use it.

Trans people deserve more recognition for what they've done for the community. End of argument. Dig up your history, give them their applause.

Also! Trans men are men and trans women are women! End of discussion! Don't bring you bullshit here you will be fed to the pigs!

A really stupid argument: "There's no plus in LGBT if you don't fall under one of those 4 letters you don't belong in the community!!!" Eat a dick hon. You could not be more wrong if you tried. There is a + in LGBT+ because there's so many identities and labels that we can't feasibly fit them all. So yes there's a +, and yes anyone who isn't cisgender and heterosexual simultaneously is in the LGBT+ community.

Haven't seen this in a while but just in case, pedophiles do not belong at Pride, are not part of the LGBT+ community, and are not welcome in LGBT+ spaces. They are however welcome in psychiatric wards and coffins 6 feet in the ground.

Don't be sexual at Pride. And I don't mean don't kiss or hold hands or hug I mean at least keep your junk covered. Like common decency, y'know?

If you don't want to see gay people (of any gender or sex) being intimate at Pride, don't go. 2+2=4 bitch, not wanting to see intimacy + definitely going to be intimacy at Pride= don't go to Pride.

TERFs are not welcome at Pride. Transphobes are not welcome at Pride. Truscum are not welcome at Pride. Racists aren't welcome at Pride. Exclusionists of any kind are not welcome at Pride. I don't give a rat's ass if you're the gayest man or woman alive if you don't like trans people, POC, or anything else that isn't inherently bad due to facts, you're not welcome at Pride.

People of all genders are welcome at Pride! Trans, cis, demi, fluid, agender, non-binary, questioning, genderqueer, ect. If someone says you're not welcome, stab them in the face.

Queer isn't a slur anymore. Let's set that bar in concrete. I'm not saying that the word can't be harmful, but all words can be harmful. Yet we're not treating "nerd" like a slur. Queer, like just about every word the LGBT+ community uses for themselves, has had a complicated history and usage, and it's now being reclaimed as a broad identity. Let it happen. Besides, many, many younger people have never been harmed by the word and see it as a great term. Don't ruin it for them.

That being said, if someone isn't comfortable with you using the term queer to describe them, STOP. No questions asked. You don't know their life.

Another note on queer. If you hear someone using it, and you don't like it, but they're not specifically directing it at you or someone whom you know is uncomfortable with the term? Remove yourself from that place. Don't cause a scene, just quietly move away. You're entitled to your opinion, they're entitled to theirs.

Homoromantics aren't "closet cases" or "on the down low" or any other bullshit. You don't have a right to erase their identity like that. And it's not making homosexuality inherently sexual either. You know why? Because if someone says "I'm homosexual" but doesn't say shit about their romantic attraction, they're homoromantic AND homosexual. At the same time. And that can be summarized by saying homosexual.

I'm all for redefining terms like bisexual to make sure people don't jump down your throat about transphobia that isn't actually there, but maybe look at other terms to make sure you're not giving them the same definition? Cause I saw someone give bisexual the same definition as omnisexual today and that fucking hurt. Be conscious of different sexual orientations!

Feel free to reblog with anything I missed but if you try to start shit know that I will not hesitate to feed you your ass.

#happy pride #🏳️‍🌈 #lgbt+ #discourse #i guess? #seriosly i don't want to hear your bullshit #positivity or get out