#or a drag queen or god knows what i just hate the gender system it doesnt make sense to me and its so annoying. ugh

[girlspecimen]

being genderfluid is actually kind of stupid and dumb cuz most of the time im totally cool being a girly girl or some degree of bigender but then some days i wake up and have gender dysphoria that just comes in episodes like what the freakkkk man

#thoughts #its ANNOYING i wish i could shapeshift my body and gender markers by will #that episode of mlp where fluttershy gets magic put on her and looks the same but has a comically deep velvety man's voice changed my brain #like sometimes i just wish i was a girl with a deep 'male' voice or wish i was a girl with a penis sometimes i wish i was a boy in a skirt #or a drag queen or god knows what i just hate the gender system it doesnt make sense to me and its so annoying. ugh #i want to pilot a new body every day and they'd all be me.idk

[cult-of-artemis-and-athena]

What the fuck is "femininity", anyway? Pt. 2

I was watching a video a few months ago about Evangelical Christians complaining about what they perceived as androgyny - women wearing pants and not having long hair, men not going fishing or wearing beards - and then said something to the effect of "These people are straying from God's design!"

I suppose the Bible does have some parts that can be construed as saying that women should have long hair, men should have short hair, and they should both look different and do different things. However, wearing certain clothes or hairstyles, or doing the majority of tasks don't have a biological component. If men were naturally, biologically, by-God supposed to have short hair, it should grow to be an inch long and stop, right? I've seen some Christians rebut the "only men can wear pants" argument on the basis that the stereotypical Christian man wouldn't like, nor properly fit into a pair of women's pants. I would take that a step further, because I think it's hilarious, and say that if women wearing pants were a 100%, by-God biological impossibility, they would have one leg, or be like nagas or mermaids and it would be physically impossible to make pants for them.

Another example: musical instruments are assigned gender stereotypes for some fucking reason. A friend from middle school said she wanted to play the trumpet, but was given a clarinet because it was a "feminine" instrument. Conversely, I've seen boys who started school band on a flute or clarinet either switch instruments, or quit band altogether. Perhaps small hands make it easier to play the piccolo, and it's less annoying for a strong person to carry around a tuba, upright bass, or bari sax, but there's no reason for the player's genitals to enter the equation. During the 18th century, the acceptability of an instrument for women was based on whether the player had to spread their legs to play it. Pianos, violins/violas, and flutes were allowed, but a cello was indecent. I'm not sure, then, how harps became stereotyped as "feminine instruments" when they're both gigantic and require the player to straddle them...but here I am trying to make sense of nonsense again...

Finally - and this is the big one - there is the downright schizophrenic relationship some male communities have with female attractiveness and things women do, or have done to them, to change how they look in pictures and videos.

I feel I must preface the rest of this point with something: "men" and "women" are not hive minds, and it's important to not strawman half the population based on a conglomeration of the worst representatives you have experienced. If you go outside, in real life, and think about the couples you see, it becomes very obvious that the majority of men you will see are attracted to women who aren't skinny blondes with big boobs/asses and the majority of women you see are attracted to men who aren't 6-/7-figure earners. People who seem to express that they are totally alone and perpetually shit-on by a world of "Chads" and "Staceys" feels like the same type of mindset school kids have, where they obsess over not being included by the popular kids while they're befriended and included just fine by kids they actually have more in common with. It's not a healthy mindset to have, but excusable in school kids because kids are immature by nature and they mostly grow out of it; however, to be an adult and still think like this is a good sign to get help.

I'm talking primarily about the incel community and perhaps some of the groups that this mentality spills into.

A post was going around several years ago and I think the photos were taken from a clickbait which was taken from a makeup artist's portfolio. The MUA might actually have been Goar Avetisyan (https://www.goaronline.com/courses) but the before and after pictures resembled the ones on the link above -- one with absolutely no makeup or hair styling, and then the other with full glam, special occasion makeup and styled hair, a wig, extensions, etc. The way it was presented was "LOOK! HERE'S PROOF W*MEN AREN'T ACTUALLY HOT! WAKE UP SHEEPLE! THEY'RE LYING TO YOU! ILLUMINATI EXPOSED!!!!"

I can see why they're mad, because the dishonesty surrounding makeup, but especially photoshop, plastic surgery, posing, and airbrushing can get toxic. I'm old enough to remember the old-fashioned mindset where women were supposed to hide their "beauty secrets". Don't apply makeup in public, keep your roots touched up so nobody knows they're dyed, and if you have any treatments or surgery always deny having them. Wear your makeup to bed, then wake up early and fix it before your guy sees you.

I couldn't imagine how awful I would feel if I had Instagram or TikTok when I was growing up. I had enough moments of feeling frustrated because I didn't naturally look how other people looked, and I didn't realize that people in TV and movies were wearing makeup, that magazine ads were photoshopped, etc. Just being an extremely average-looking human being with no concept of basic grooming, comparing myself to other kids at school was hard enough without the rapist-run media adding another layer of bullshit.

When I realized the layers of lies, it was like...how long have I been wasting my time and money on this totally made-up problem? How much did I actually improve my life and happiness chasing it? Or, did it actually make me more miserable? How much could I have accomplished if I put the same amount of angst into a different pursuit -- instead of fixing my face, I could have been fixing my art...When it comes to pursuing an unattainable ideal, there is no end to the horror.

So, I suppose, when a group of men (...boys, whatever) realize that "hot women" are a spook, and the the ethereal creature they've been told by society to put on a pedestal is actually not far removed from them, and it shits and farts, it seems very reasonable to feel angry and like you've been taken for a ride by "the system". It can be easy to blame women for this, and hate them. And it's probably easy to get stuck here.

Instead of being perpetually angry, they have to mourn the death of this ethereal spook-woman, and move on with an acceptance of reality as it is. Women, too, have to kill and mourn the spook-woman as part of self-acceptance.

One positive evolution of the makeup fandom is that while the makeup has gotten more intense and elaborate, makeup tutorials have demystified makeup. When tutorials started to become popular, there was a lot of "Excuse my eye-circles, excuse my pimple, excuse my skin, excuse my hair, excuse my lighting, excuse my room, excuse my, excuse my, excuse, excuse, excexcexcexCEXEXEXEXEXEX- *boom*" and thankfully someone eventually came along ($10 says it was a drag queen) and said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, NOBODY CARES," and eventually the makeup fandom became okay with letting a bare face be a bare face. You wear the makeup, you don't wear the makeup. It doesn't matter. It's just a hobby.

To refer back to my original point, the confusion of makeup (something culturally feminine) with biological femininity has really fucked up both men and women. Everyone is better off extracting the two from one another, and it seems like many people are in the process of doing that. It helps women hate themselves less, and it helps men humanize women and have better relationships.

However, the image of the spook-woman, "10/10 model" is so ingrained in some parts of the culture, as the apex of the vertex of femininity, that despite complaints about how makeup is a lie, discarding that in favor of just a healthy, bare-faced woman feels like embracing post-modernity and a slippery slope to embracing ugliness as beauty. I think the lack of exaggerated femininity that spook-woman makeup provides feels threatening because the woman's face looks more masculine in a purely relative sense. The exaggerated femininity of the spook-woman, as it is for the Evangelical Christians who follow strict gender roles, provides additional separation between the sexes which serves to reassure men who are A) preoccupied with their level of masculinity and B) hyper-aware of their standing toward the bottom of this hierarchy of masculinity. I think the entire hierarchy benefits from them being placated by more separation from women, because if the bottom whatever percent of men are too dissatisfied with their standing, they may start punching upwards or wanting to attack the hierarchy itself. The men at the top don't want that because of the benefits they receive for being at the top.

MGTOW and the incel movement really kicked off after Gamergate, and intensified with subsequent "waves" of feminism. The discontent men direct their frustration at women, but they also direct their frustration at the men not troubled by what women do. There's suddenly a lot of interest in whether you're an alpha, a beta, a gamma, omega, a sigma, a ligma male, etc. and which one is the better type of male to be. There's a lot of hatred for "Chads" and I see a lot of jealousy directed toward men who are married and have families, usually in the form of "She's just gonna divorce you, take half your shit, and then manipulate your kids to hate you. You'll see...you'll realize you should have spent your whole life banging whores."

This all seems like the result of the ol' spending money we don't have to buy things we don't need to impress people we don't like. This is undoubtedly the idealist in me, men and women would be better off to cut each other some slack. We could see one another as fellow tragic, flawed individuals instead of fleshlights and ATMs, escape the Matrix and spit in the faces of our rapist, media elite overlords.

#femininity #performative femininity #mgtow #mass media #makeup #spooks #traditional gender roles #women don't exist #gender roles are a spook #hollywood rapists #jordan peterson #stop putting women on pedestals

[giftofshewbread]

Is The Time at Hand?

One can almost physically feel evil’s powerful pull at the godly restraints imposed by Heaven’s Love and wisdom. Wickedness exerts its mesmerizing influence on this generation from its high places, inducing an insanity that can only be defined as the reprobate mind given in Romans 1:28.

Those of us fifty years of age or older can but blink and wonder at the upside-down world as it continues to descend into a madness of sorts. Those younger, for the most part, don’t seem to notice the deliberate deconstruction of all we of the 50-plus generation recognize and by which we are vexed.

I refer to such developments in America as the following.

* Disdain for human life in the form of abortion.

* The slaughter of babies in their mother’s wombs doesn’t seem to matter to more than half of our numbers. The younger generation –the baby-producing ages—especially don’t seem to notice and care. (And I realize that there are those who do care about the unborn among this age. But they are in the minority, and a significant minority at that.)    

* Disregard for formerly moral principles.

* Marital status means nothing to a growing percentage of America’s population. Statistics bear it out. Sexual activity outside of the marriage bond is as common as any other entertaining, social activity.

* Embrace of homosexuality as more normal than heterosexuality is now the “enlightened” view.

* The norming of same-gender sexual relations has over powered today’s culture in a brief time. If one doesn’t embrace the social construct that biblical      prohibitions are no longer relevant and that it is perfectly normal for men to have sex with men and women with women, then it is the one holding such an outmoded view who is the great sinner, not those who are “enlightened.”

* Welcome of new thought in adult-children sexual relations is a growing reality within progressive ideology. –Thus although there is no realization that such thought is not new at all, but is as ancient as every civilization that has lived and died.

* Such organizations as the North American Man/Boy Love Association (NAMBLA), which was not too long ago seen as among the most disgusting and perverted of groups, now are considered acceptable under growingly lenient circumstances. It all depends upon whether such relationships as adults and children being sexually involved are “consensual”–which in itself is as reprobate a concept as any that could be devised, in this writer’s view.

Thankfully there are Christian and other groups organized against this pedophile movement to normalize such filthy and evil activity. But it is a satanically driven trend that will not be stopped as mankind devolves ever deeper into total depravity.

Even public libraries and schools are becoming ever more involved in this movement to bring adults and children together in this unholy way.

Dolly Madison Library in Fairfax, Virginia has invited preschoolers, babies and toddlers to attend ‘Drag Queen Story Hour’ to celebrate ‘Pride Month.’

“Celebrate Pride Month by attending Drag Storybook Hour cosponsored by Fairfax County Public Library and The McLean Community Center. Registration required. All Ages.”…

The event will take place on Saturday, June 26 from 10:30 am to 11:15 am.

Event planners invited “babies, toddlers, preschoolers and school age children.”…

The Fairfax Republican party slammed the library for inviting young children to Drag Story Hour in celebration of pride month.

***[Ang, Source: Virginia Library Invites Preschoolers, Babies and Toddlers to Drag Queen Story Hour to Celebrate Pride Month, by Cristina Laila, Gateway Pundit, June 25, 2021]***

And the powerful tug of that luciferian hand, pulling this generation farther from godly restraint, manifests in the arena of commerce. All who want to live under a more moral society and culture are increasingly marginalized by the wicked forces of earthly, financial power.

Amazon, which is on track to be America’s largest retailer next year, launched its charity program Amazon Smile in 2013. The company has banned multiple conservative organizations since then, because it relies on the anti-conservative Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) to decide what groups qualify for the program.

WORLD News Group reported in 2020 that “Liberty Counsel, Family Research Council (FRC) and the American College of Pediatricians” are not allowed on Amazon Smile. Alliance Defending Freedom was reportedly removed from the site as well. Meanwhile, Planned Parenthood, Black Lives Matter, and The Satanic Temple are all free to collect donations from the program.

The AmazonSmile program is fairly simple. “Shop at smile.amazon.com and we’ll donate 0.5% of eligible purchases to your favorite charitable organization—no fees, no extra cost,” the website explained. However, Amazon will not let just any charity into the program. “Organizations that engage in, support, encourage, or promote intolerance, hate, terrorism, violence, money laundering, or other illegal activities are not eligible to participate. Amazon relies on the US Office of Foreign Assets Control and the Southern Poverty Law Center to determine which registered charities fall into these groups,” AmazonSmile’s about page said.

***[Source: From Planned Parenthood to Satanism, AmazonSmile encourages shoppers to donate to some extreme charities — at least 216 different groups. But multiple prominent conservative groups aren’t even allowed to participate, by Kayla Sargent, NewsBusters.org]***

We know, of course, who are the “intolerant” in today’s definition of the term. Christian organizations, in particular, are not allowed to participate in the charitable largesse of the beneficent Amazon money masters.

The transgender  curriculum is becoming ubiquitous throughout the nation’s public school systems. Children in grade school are taught that God’s Word, the Bible, is wrong. That they can be whatsoever gender they wish.

And as parents begin to catch on to this type of hellish inculcation and attend school board meetings to protest, the school officials in some cases are contriving ways to obfuscate their nefarious doings.

The following news link brief on Rapture Ready News frames this attempt to deceive.

Teachers told to give fake curriculum to parents who complain of ‘indoctrination’ Amid complaints from parents that their children are being “indoctrinated,” a Missouri school district official is advising English teachers to create a fake curriculum and keep the real one hidden.

Another such brief on a link further emphasizes the satanic tug at the knot teeing this generation to the last vestiges of its moral moorings.

Planned Parenthood sex-ed flyer telling 11-year-olds they could have sex, as long as the partner isn’t older than 13, distributed in WA public school A flyer telling 11-year-olds that they can have sex, as long as the person isn’t older than 13, was distributed earlier this week to students at Stewart Middle School in Tacoma, WA.

All of this means that the stench of these end times must be singeing the nostrils of a Holy God. It is more than appropriate to ask if this is not that time He forewarned of in the one book we are promised His blessing if we read and heed. Is that time at hand?  

“And he saith unto me, Seal not the sayings of the prophecy of this book: for the time is at hand. He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still. And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city. For without are dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie. I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star. And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely. For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book: And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book. He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.” (Rev. 22: 10-21)

–Terry

#raptureready #dot #com #news #prophecy #end times #latter days #apostacy #rapture #tribulation #bible #christian

[buckleysjareau]

you light my fire

She remembers dragging Emily out the bar, she remembers Emily’s lips on hers, on her chest, on her hips, everywhere else. She remembers everything and she’s not sure if her nausea is brought on by the night of heavy drinking or the impending panic attack. Probably both.

Jemily Firefighter AU 

Chapter Two of Three

Word count: 3356

Read on AO3

Chapter One

When JJ wakes up in nothing but a t-shirt in an unfamiliar place, she panics. The second she notices it’s Emily next to her, she runs. 

Memories from the night before come back as she sneaks her way out of Emily’s apartment and remembers her car is at the station. She remembers dragging Emily out the bar, she remembers Emily’s lips on hers, on her chest, on her hips, everywhere else. She remembers everything and she’s not sure if her nausea is brought on by the night of heavy drinking or the impending panic attack. Probably both.

She pulls out her phone and thanks her lucky stars that Luke gave her his number during the night. 

He answers the phone after the third ring. “I’m surprised you’re up before one, Pennsylvania.”

JJ pinches her nose. “I could say the same about you. Can you get me from the drugstore down the street from Emily’s and bring me to my car?”

“I’d be happy to, but why can’t Emily?”

JJ cringes. “She’s still asleep?”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t-”

“She’s asleep.” She cuts him off.

She hears Luke gasp and then snicker as he finally catches on. “Oh my God, you’re sneaking out?”

“Can you get me or not?” JJ whines. “Please.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes with coffee.”

JJ sighs in relief. “You’re the best.”

“Don’t you ever forget it, Jareau.”

Luke pulls up in a gray Jeep, blasting some obscene pop song she did not expect him to listen to, but he’s smiling and holding out a coffee so JJ can’t hate him.

“You drank as much as me, how the fuck are you okay right now?”

Luke laughs. “You’ll come to learn that I don’t get hangovers and I’m a morning person. So wanna tell me why you’re sneaking out of Emily’s?”

“I fucked up and it’s too early in the morning to face it.” She sips her coffee as she feigns nonchalance. “I mean, who just, hooks up with their new co worker after their first shift?”

“Morgan.” Luke supplies. “Firefighter Todd isn’t with us anymore but it wasn’t a problem in the house because they didn’t take it to work. You see what I’m saying?”

“I’m so sorry,” JJ puts a hand to her heart at the mention of Firefighter Todd. She wasn’t aware the one-twelve had recently lost anyone. 

“Why?” Luke raises his brow but when he realizes what she means, he jumps to correct himself. “Jordan Todd is still alive and well, she’s just at a different station now.”

JJ facepalms. “I thought you said it wasn’t a problem?!” 

“Wow, I’m not explaining this right. She’s Captain at a new station, okay? She didn’t leave because of Morgan, she was just offered a higher position at the one-twenty two. Morgan just happened to hook up with her his first shift.” 

She sighs. “It wasn’t awkward?” 

“At first, sure, but only for Morgan. She didn’t care too much, and they didn’t take it to work.”

“So you’re saying I should stop being a coward and talk to Emily before our next shift?” 

“That is exactly what I’m saying.” Luke laughs. “Wanna get rid of that hangover?” 

JJ appreciates the subject change so she answers. “Um, duh.” 

“Time to work it off.” He smirks. “I was up and ready because Matt asked me to come help him set up a new crib he got in. It doesn’t seem like you want to be alone right now, and you’re here, so you down?” 

After careful consideration of her own emotions about pregnancy and babies, she agrees. 

“Great.” He grins then grabs his phone at a red let, hitting a contact and putting it to his ear. “Hey, Garcia, JJ is coming to Matt’s, tell him to make enough sandwiches for one more.”

JJ rolls her eyes as Luke’s cheeks burn red at whatever Garcia says over the phone. Like he has any room to judge her when he’s got his own avoidance issues.

“So, you wanna tell me what the hell is up with you and Penelope?”

Luke sighs. “Nothing is going on with me and Penelope.”

“Yeah, because you aren’t making it happen. I saw you last night, pathetically pining after her as Morgan flirted and danced with her.”

“He wasn’t flirting with her, that’s just how they are.” His jaw is clenched and JJ can’t help the laugh that escapes her. “How is this funny?”

“If you’re convinced he’s not flirting, you wouldn’t be getting this peeved.” She shrugs. “Why won’t you ask her out?”

“She’s not into me like that. She’ll probably either think I’m kidding or just flat out reject me.” He sighs. “I’m not this insecure guy I sound like, she just makes me… wacky.”

“Wacky is one word for it.” She laughs. “She seems to look at you a lot when you’re not looking.”

Luke sighs. “You heard Emily, I’m always just gonna be ‘Newbie’ to her.”

“Luke Alvez, you are so dumb. I know we just met yesterday, but you had my back out there on a few of those calls so I trust you. It’s your turn to trust me when I say that Penelope Garcia is definitely interested. You make her blush, dude, I can’t believe you’re this blind.”

Luke still looks unconvinced but there’s a smile threatening to reach his face as he looks over at JJ, putting the car in park. “Yeah?”

“Yes!” She grins. “Let’s go in and I’ll show you.”

They’re greeted by Matt’s wife, Kristy, and JJ instantly loves her. She follows the very pregnant Kristy to their kitchen and finds Matt, Rossi, and Garcia standing at the table, reading something out of a brown book. 

“What’s that?” Luke asks as he walks over.

“The Simmons Stories! When Matt used to travel for his job, he’d come home and tell the kids everything he saw. I begged him to start writing them down, and we found that the kids loved hearing him read it more so they just became… The Simmons Stories.” Kristy grins. “Baby number five kicks every time he reads them, so they’re a hit with them.”

“Baby number five?” JJ whistles. “You’re a saint.”

“One day, little baby Henry or Aubrey is going to be a brother or sister,” Will grins, reaching over to grab JJ’s hand as he drives with the other.

“Slow down, buddy, we still don’t know if it’s Henry or Aubrey in this tiny belly.” She pats the barely visible bump.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so excited to start the family we’ve dreamed of.” He kisses JJ’s knuckles.

“Our family,” 

JJ shakes the memory from her mind and prays no one notices. Kristy is giving her a questioning look, and Rossi is giving her a knowing one. She figures he would know, thinks it’s probably in her file within the Department. 

She smiles at the two of them before clearing her throat. “Luke told me there was a crib to build?” 

Kristy looks to Matt who grimaces before smiling sheepishly at his wife. “Well, uh, we’ve tried quite a bit but you can take a shot at it, if you please?” 

JJ laughs. “Hit me.” 

She understands Matt’s sheepishness twenty minutes later when she can’t get the crews to line up with the half she’d helped build. 

“Color me impressed. You’ve got done more than these guys got done in two hours. How do you know so much about cribs?” Penelope grins and JJ knows she’s messed up by teasing the other’s as well, talking too much about how they’re supposed to do this, stay away from doing that, the silliest mistake in building one of these is following instructions.

“We don’t even know the gender yet, why are we setting up the nursery so soon?” JJ laughs as Will hugs her from behind, staring down at a bunch of pieces of wood, not at all resembling the crib WIll had just tried to build. 

“Your mom paid for the crib, why not set it up, yeah? I just need a bit of help. These directions make no sense!” 

“Leave the building to mama!” JJ grins and thanks her lucky stars that she’s not so pregnant she can’t squat without ease. 

Will keeps an arm around JJ’s upper arm, right by her shoulder. “Hey now, be careful there, you’re holding a fragile package in that body of yours!”

JJ rolls her eyes. “We’re both fine, now help me unload the rest of the parts.” 

“The real question is why Matt doesn’t know more about these things?” She deflects. “He’s got baby number five on the way, he should have practice in this.”

JJ doesn’t check her phone until she’s finally back at her apartment. She’s got six texts from Emily and she doesn’t open them until she’s got two glasses of wine in her system.

Emily P.: wasn’t expecting your side of the bed to be so cold

Emily P.: your bra is still kickin around my place

Emily P.: you don’t have to like, be into me or think it’s serious but we should talk about it 

Emily P.: haven’t had someone ignore me like this after sex since college but

Emily P.: it’s not like we’re adults or anything

Emily P.: or co workers. But see you tomorrow 

JJ knows she’s one hundred percent being a coward but she shuts her phone off without responding. She can tell Emily’s pissed, can’t blame her for feeling that way, but JJ feels stuck. She doesn’t know what to say, even with Luke’s advice to talk to her in the back of her mind, so she says nothing.

She’s scared of how much she feels so soon. It’s too much like Will and she’s barely been divorced a month, she shouldn’t be thinking about someone like this so soon. 

Why is she acting like a teenager right now? Why is she being such a coward?

JJ has been on shift for an hour and the cold shoulder from Emily chills her to her bones. It’s her second shift with the one-twelve and she’s already causing drama, who the hell is she?

This wasn’t JJ. Jennifer Jareau always kept to herself, at her station in East Allegheny and when growing up. She surrounded herself with sports, school work and then firefighting, that was all she ever was until she met Will. Then she became a wife, but that never caused drama. She was simple, JJ was simple.

Now she’s causing tension at her new job and to Emily, she’s and Luke, she’s not simple. She’s a coward. A drama queen, maybe. Stupid?

Luke places himself next to her and takes a plate from the sink in front of them. “So, what happened with talking to Emily before shift?”

JJ hides her face with wet hands as she groans. “I know, I’m a coward.”

Luke snickers at the bubbles that land in her hair before he gets serious, although keeping a smile of pity on his face. “Maybe. I get how hard it is, though, so I won’t be too hard on you. But maybe talk to her soon, because I know Emily, and she’s never this cold unless she’s hurt.”

JJ sighs. “You’re right, I need to man up and talk to her.”

“She’s in the gym right now.”

“Talk to her now?” JJ questions.

“Now’s as good a time as any.” He winks as he walks off. 

She hates it, but he has a point, so she dries her hands and hypes herself up before walking down to the gym. She finds Emily bench pressing, lifting a weight high enough to warrant a spotter. “Need a spot?”

Emily looks up and rolls her eyes before going back to lifting. 

JJ gulps after she doesn’t receive more of an answer. “I know you’re pissed but can we please talk?”

“So now you wanna talk?” She raises an eyebrow as she sits up. 

JJ winces at her tone. “I need to apologize-”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence before the bell rings for the first time that shift. JJ can’t decide if she’s happy or pissed that she was interrupted.

There’s an apartment fire that calls for Fire, Medical, and Police presence and with that, JJ can tell it’s going to be a tough call. The second they arrive at the scene, she puts every negative emotion she’s feeling and the situation away for when people’s lives aren’t at stake. 

A female cop greets them. “Sergeant Grant,” She holds out her hand to shake Rossi’s.

“Captain David Rossi. What’s the situation?” 

“There’s a hostage situation in one of the apartments that hasn’t been affected yet. Says if we send it Fire and Rescue, he’ll shoot anyone that comes up. Says he started the fire in apartment 9B.” She explains as she points to a window on the second floor, engulfed in flames as well as six stories of apartments. “We have a hostage negotiator setting up right now.”

JJ stands back as Rossi accesses the situation in front of them, frustrated herself that a building is burning with people in it and it’s not cleared to enter. More stations pull up and she watches as Sergeant Grant explains the situation at hand when JJ sees it in the corner of her eyes. On the second floor, a woman breaks her glass window with a chair and screams. 

JJ breaks her own promise to leave her personal life out of the job the second she cries out help me, please, help, I’m pregnant. Everything else fades out, including the rational part of JJ’s brain that’s screaming at her not to run into a burning building that hasn’t been cleared, it’s all drowned out by please, help, I’m pregnant, don’t let my baby die!

She’s bolting towards the building before her mind can even catch up with her feet, hears Captain Rossi yelling for her to stop, there’s a man with a gun in one of these apartments, but she can’t get herself to stop running. 

By the time she gets to the second floor and to the apartment she prays she calculated the location correctly, she notices Emily is behind her with her mask and a mask in her hand. 

JJ kicks the door, kicks it harder when it doesn’t budge and she hears a shout. 

“JJ!” She hears clearly, and before she can turn, a beam swings down and everything goes black.

When her eyes flutter open, she can’t tell the past from reality. Callahan and Reid are standing over her, checking her over but all JJ can feel is the phantom pain in her uterus, and all she can hear is her own screams. 

“The baby, the baby! Henry! Aubrey!” JJ wails, clutching onto her stomach and feels the small bump, can sense the lifelessness. Anderson stands over her, tries to get her to stop screaming and calm her enough to check her over. 

“Jennifer, you need to calm down so we can check you over. Captain Strauss already called Will, he’s meeting us there, okay? Calm down.”

“My baby!”

“JJ! You have to calm down!” Emily soothes. “You need to be checked over.”

“Henry,” She sobs. “Baby-”

“I’m so sorry Mrs. LaMontagne. Between the blast and the impact, it led you to miscarry.”

Will grips on tighter. “I’m so sorry, Will, I’m so sorry. I didn’t tell them, I was going to tell them.”

“You with us Jayje?” She gasps awake. “Hey, there you are. Keep your eyes open, yeah?” 

Anderson? No, that’s not Anderson. Alvez? No, that’s not right either. Reid? Reid seems right. 

“Yeah, it’s Reid, c’mon, keep your eyes open for us.” He brings a light pen to her eyes. “Follow me?”

She tries her best to follow, she does fine, but she can’t keep her eyes open any longer. For a third time, everything goes black.

When she wakes again, she hears beeping. She sees white walls and smells peroxide and she thinks she’s in a hospital until her eyes land on Emily. 

“Is this Heaven?” Her voice is raspy but she knows Emily hears her when she jumps.

Emily rolls her eyes. “You should be so lucky.” 

“Waking up with you by my bedside? I feel pretty lucky.” She winces when she tries to move.

Emily laughs before she turns serious again. “You’re really fucking stupid, you know that?”

Everything comes rushing back after that. The apartment fire, the hostage situation, the-

“The pregnant woman? What happened to her?” She demands.

Emily rushes to push JJ back down. “JJ, you can’t be up right now.”

JJ pushes back. “Emily, what happened to her?” 

Emily gulps. “She’s in critical condition last I heard.”

“No. No.” JJ breaks. “The baby?”

Emily shakes her head. “I haven’t heard anything, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is you being okay and you’re clearly not okay. What the hell was that, JJ? We’re a team, we have each other’s backs, but that building was not cleared and it’s like the second you saw that woman, that didn’t matter.” 

“It didn’t.”

“What?”

“It didn’t matter.” JJ shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”

The doctor walks in before Emily has the chance to say anything. JJ tries her best to listen to what the doctor tells her, listens enough to know she has a concussion and that she needs to take it easy for the next two weeks. She almost doesn’t want the doctor to leave, because she knows the second he does, Emily is going to ask. 

And she does. She asks, but not in a way JJ expects. “Who are Henry and Aubrey?” 

JJ sucks in a breath. “Or.”

“What?”

“Henry or Aubrey. It was too early to know the baby’s gender.”

Emily gasps. “JJ…”

“We had the crib set up, though. Didn’t matter that we didn’t know the gender, we were just so excited.” She sniffs. “I planned to tell my Captain that I was pregnant that day, but I never got the chance. We were called to a farm fire, and everything was going fine and normal until it wasn’t… there was an explosion. I remember screaming, the pain was so bad.”

Emily grabs her hand. “Oh, Jayje, I’m so sorry.”

JJ shrugs. “I’m sorry I’ve been a coward.”

“We don’t have to talk about that right now.” Emily whispers.

“I do.” She gulps. “Please.”

Emily just nods and keeps quiet.

“The last time I felt this strongly about someone this quickly, we got married after three months. Now he’s not here, he wanted a divorce because of how I handled losing my baby. I can’t- I can’t ruin something again because of my- guilt. I woke up next to you? Before I fully panicked and ran? I wanted it to keep happening and I was scared because-” She chokes on a cry. “Because things will end horribly if they go this fast. I left because I was scared.”

It’s quiet, too quiet, for too long. JJ knows her heart is racing and Emily does too because of the monitor. That’s what makes Emily break the silence. 

“I know firefighting is a fast paced job, always on your toes and racing to get to fires, but you don’t always have to be a firefighter.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you can take things slow once in a while. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Emily smiles. 

“Take things slow.” JJ repeats. “Yeah.”

“I don’t know about you, but I forgive you.” Emily smirks and grabs one of the cups of apple juice sitting on the tray in front of JJ, before handing her one of her own. “Friends?”

JJ smiles. “Friends.”

Emily starts to giggle and toasts the apple juice in her hand. “To taking things slow!”

JJ snorts in the middle of drinking from the tiny cup, apple juice spilling down her hospital gown, which JJ finds uncomfortable but Emily forgives her and is smiling at her like they’re the only two people left on earth, so JJ can’t bring herself to be mad. 

“To taking things slow!”

#jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jemily firefighter au #luke alvez #penelope garcia #garvez #athena grant makes a cameo whaaaat #THE ANGST #my fics #jemily fic

[shae-la-hyene]

I’m bipolar.

Oh I know what you think. I can read it in your eyes.

Is she dangerous ? Shouldn’t she be kept away ? My children... are they safe with her right there ? Oh my god, her poor family, it must be so hard to live with her. To love her.

We can’t hire her. She’s too unstable. What if she... explodes in the middle of the day ? We can’t deal with that. She’s too much trouble. She’d probably be a bad employee anyway.

She tried to commit suicide ?? What did she want ? Gather attention ? I would have been so embarrassed to be her mother, who had to visit her in the hospital... I understand why we don’t talk about her anymore, now. How selfish was it, really. Did she think a second on how it would affect her parents to bury their child ?

How does it work ? Has she, like, several personas ? Am I talking to the same person I talked to yesterday ? Can’t she just explains how it will affect me ?

I’m bipolar.

And the first and only victim of my illness is myself.

And the people who love me only suffer when they wish they could help me when they can’t. The people who tell me they suffer because of my mood swings don’t love me, and I’ve cut them away from me a while ago.

The same ones that guilt me from suffering enough to try to kill myself, again and again, until I don’t hide it well enough so that they learn about it. 

How does it work, I have no idea. Between you and me, Karen, I’m the one who is confused, scared, and in need of answers. I didn’t discover an alternate universe where bipolarity is a thing that exists. I didn’t graduate in psychology by miracle. I can’t explain to you what I don’t know. I’m not a different person living in a different life and universe. I’m the same. Just with a big problem to deal with. 

I’m transgender.

Oh I know what you think. I can read it in your eyes.

That’s just bullshit. What does she think ? That she’s more intelligent, interesting, complex than us ? No. She’s just making up words and brat about it. I’ve seen a drag queen, she’s not like that, so she’s not really transgender. Pretending is an insult to real transgender people. 

What does that even mean ? She has a vagina, and boobs, she’s a girl. 

What are she trying to make us believe ? That she knows what we don’t know ?

So that’s why her mom never talks about her anymore. She must be so embarrassed...

So she’s... not the same person ? Has she found god or something like that ? What with the new name ? What does that even mean ? Can’t she tell us what that mean for us ? Couldn’t she make like a flyer or something so we wouldn’t get confused ? Can’t she make it easy on us ?

I’m transgender.

And I’m confused, often, about it all. Most days I have no idea what is going on. I didn’t learn an ultimate truth. Never saw Buddha. 

I don’t live in another world where the concept of transgenderism solely exists. I live in the same world as before, full of the same close minded people that made it so hard to find the answers I never thought I was looking for to questions I couldn’t quite formulate. Still in the same body, too. And my uterus feels like a parasite, so if you could keep my genitalia out of our conversations, I’d appreciate that.

That’s too easy. You can’t just tell me the gender system is bad and then act like one that isn’t yours ! 

That’s just too easy. Rather than change the world, you escape like a coward behind make up or chest binders !

I’m transgender. 

I’m just a person. A person who felt like a stranger in their own life. Like a fraud. And whose identity is hard won. I’m just asking you to not make me do the whole journey backward when you want to play dumb like what I says is rubbish and doesn’t make sense. 

Nothing about being transgender is easy. Nothing. Not the look on people’s face. Not the hate of your body and the hurtful ways you try to alter it to fit more like you feel inside. Not the reject of the society and its system. Not the betrayal on your parent’s face. Not the years of doubt and insecurity. Nothing. 

We don’t “choose” it because it’s easy. First, we don’t choose it, second, it’s in the hope of being happy, what we learned we can’t be as long as we lie to ourselves.

Being transgender is a sign of courage and strength. We are not weak. We just want to live and be happy.

I’m asexual.

Oh I know what you think. I can read it in your eyes.

It’s just that you’re ugly. But there must be someone in the world that will love you despite of it. Love finds a way. 

But... you have genitals. Do you masturbate ? Is something broken ? Did you see a doc for that ?

You’re just too young, but that will come, I assure you. Just like wanting child, you’ll change your mind when they’re here. 

But that’s just... not a thing ! You’re either attracted to boys or to girls, but you’re always attracted to people in the end. Maybe you just haven’t met the right ones yet. 

You’re just a virgin, frigid and scared. You’ll loosen up for the right cock. 

I know it’s all very confusing at your age, but all will come in place soon. 

I’m asexual.

And I’m perfectly fine. I’m not broken. I’m not sick. Every part of my genitalia works perfectly fine. And yes, I masturbate. 

I don’t feel sexual attraction. Simple. I never did and probably never will. And if you didn’t push in my head since I was born how it’s the norm and how sex is everything, I would have learned about it sooner and I would have felt less “retarded” all those years, less like something is wrong with me. 

I am a person. Who will probably never have a sexual activity. And I don’t need it to learn the purpose of life. I don’t need it to be happy, to have a fulfilling life, or to be human. 

For once, you’re the one that have answers that I thought I’d never find. And I didn’t make you feel bad for it. 

I’m young.

Oh I know what you think. I can read it in your eyes.

You have so much to learn. I’ve lived so many years more than you so I know more, you’re inferior and must worship me as your god to hope to catch scraps of my knowledge and wisdom.

You’ll change your mind. You’ll want kids when you’ll realize they’re the only thing of importance you can leave behind you. 

You’re too young to understand, this passes high above your head. You don’t have the wisdom to sit and do like we have always did. 

Listen to your elders. Respect them. Worship them.

How many times did I heard those words ? You’re young. 

I am young.

That’s true. In literal years I am. But when did that made any sense ?

I’m living in a world you never knew when you were my age. You can’t teach me what is needed to live in a world you never had to learn to live in. 

I’m only 25, but have already died half a dozen times. 

I’ve gone through things you can’t even imagine. 

And learned things you never did. I did more school time and have more academical knowledge. I’ve got a bigger adaptation ability. Less illusions. 

I’m young in your head, not in mine. 

And you know what ? That’s right. I’m all of those things, and most of what you’re imagining and whispering about in my back.

I AM bipolar. And I am very passionate because of it. I experienced every emotion that humans can experience, at dangerously big levels. 

I AM transgender. And not hiding it. And not being shy. And a feminist, because most of us are (gfy, TERFs, you’re not feminists, you’re misandrist) because even when you didn’t have a taste of different genders, you still know they should all be considered equals.

I’m asexual. I feel strong and sexy from all the people I have to say no to. And I’m glad I’m not wasting energy and time in something ultimately useless. 

I’m young and have more maturity than most old people, or even middle aged people I know. I’m more mature and have more emotional intelligence than most people I’ve met or know about. 

And I’m so much more you don’t know. I’m a kick ass writer. I’m a beast in genetics and animal physiology. I was in the prodigy program in middle school. I’m socially awkward but can make a real good illusion. I’m introvert yet I have the most open nature when someone comes to me. I dream of killing people. I believe in tyranny. I rescue cats. I’ll be president, one day. 

All of that is true.

So keep your opinions for yourself. 

Your prejudices only say something about yourself. They don’t define me. 

#bipolarity #bipolar #transgender #genderqueer #gender transition #genderfluid #gender neutral #feminist #young #asexual #asexuality

[transastronautistic]

queer history: a chat with Anne Lister and Leslie Feinberg

you know what i’d love to witness? a conversation between Anne Lister and Leslie Feinberg. can you even imagine it??

Lister wrote, “I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world.” but i think she’d quickly realize that Feinberg is “made like” her -- that Feinberg has a very similar sexuality and gender expression to her own, and truly gets what it’s like to be persecuted for those things. Lister’d be so thrilled and relieved to find she’s not alone!

and Feinberg? when ze was younger, ze was desperate to find hirself in history -- just like Lister, ze was convinced that “No one like me seemed to have ever existed” (Transgender Warriors, p. 11). Feinberg would absolutely recognize Lister as a part of the big beautiful queer history that ze eventually discovered.

there are many parts of Feinberg’s story that come to mind as i watch Gentleman Jack -- such as when Lister is talking to the little boy Henry, who asks if she’s a man, and she replies:

“Well, that's a question. And you are not the first person to ask it. I was in Paris once, dressed extremely well, I thought, in silk and ribbons, ringlets in my hair. Very gay, very ladylike. And even then, someone mistook me for a...Mm. So, no, I am not a man. I'm a lady. A woman. I'm a lady woman. I'm a woman.”

when i watched that scene, i immediately thought of this passage from Feinberg’s Transgender Warriors:

“...I was considered far too masculine a woman to get a job in a store, or a restaurant, or an office. I couldn’t survive without working. So one day I put on a femme friend’s wig and earrings and tried to apply for a job as a salesperson at a downtown retail store. On the bus ride to the interview, people stood rather than sit next to me. They whispered and pointed and stared. ‘Is that a man?’ one woman asked her friend, loud enough for us all to hear. The experience taught me an important lesson. The more I tried to wear clothing or styles considered appropriate for women, the more people believed I was a man trying to pass as a woman. I began to understand that I couldn’t conceal my gender expression” (p. 12).

over a century separated these two, but people who could or would not conform to their assigned gender suffered in both eras. both of these people longed for a connection to a wider community of people like them, longed to know why people like them were persecuted and hated and told that God reviled them. but while Lister did manage to cultivate a tiny haven for herself of loved ones who accepted her, she never found the wider community that Feinberg found -- the world of “drag queens, butches, and femmes,” a world in which “I fit; I was no longer alone” -- a world that extended beyond gay bars, deep into past millennia as well as across the entire globe!

Feinberg worked hard to dig up the answers to all hir questions of why -- “Why was I subject to legal harassment and arrest at all? Why was I being punished for the way I walked or dressed, or who I loved? Who wrote the laws used to harass us, and why? Who gave the green light to the cops to enforce them? Who decided what was normal in the first place?” (p. 8). what ze concluded was that the rise of class so many ages ago is what sowed the seeds of transphobia.

in Transgender Warriors, Feinberg argues that in ancient societies that followed a matrilineal system and shared all resources communally, whenever agriculture enabled some men to begin accumulating and hoarding resources, an intolerance for gender diversity would also arise (see pp. 42-44, 50-52). once these men had capital, they had power. the Few could use their capital to bribe, to threaten, and to control the Many. eventually these men would twist their communities into a patriarchy in order to ensure that they could keep the power in their own hands. for patriarchs rely upon a rigid gender binary to keep their power, wherein those assigned male are placed above everyone else. after all, if men behave "like women," how can we place them above women? if women behave "like men," will they try to force their way into the dominant group? if some people are too ambiguous to be categorized into either group, what does that say about our argument that this binary is the natural way of doing things or divinely ordained?

i think that there are some aspects of this history that Lister would be excited to learn. she’d recognize herself as one of those women trying to force their way into the dominant group, and agree that the patriarchs of her day were not happy about it. she’d appreciate Feinberg’s scholarship around those religious texts that she as a Christian and Feinberg as a Jewish person shared, how Feinberg shows that it was not God but men who decided that the gender binary must be enforced. Lister would heartily agree that her nature is God-given, not God-hated.

but the conversation between Lister and Feinberg would very quickly break down, for the same reason that transphobia sprung up: because of class.

not long into their discussion, Feinberg would be like “and that’s why Capitalism is the root of all evil and people like us will thrive only once we’ve overthrown the landed gentry and disseminated all the wealth” and Lister would be like. “excuse me. i am the Landed Gentry. the lower classes will get their callused hands on my wealth over my dead body"

and the relationship would promptly dissolve from there -- and i’d take Feinberg’s side 1000% and hope ze could knock some humility into Lister’s classist ass!

but anyway to me the similarities between these two historical figures combined with the stark differences in their worldviews only goes to show what an enormous factor class is! Feinberg notes this fact, that “trans expression” has existed among all classes -- and that social privilege makes a big difference in a trans or gnc person’s life:

“For the ruling elite, transgender expression could still be out in the open with far less threat of punishment than a peasant could expect. For example, when Queen Christina of Sweden abdicated in 1654, she donned men’s clothes and renamed herself ‘Count Dohna.’ Henry III of France was reported to have dressed as an Amazon and encouraged his courtiers to do likewise” (80).

(to be fair to Henry III, his gender non-conforming ways were used against him to justify his overthrow. but for a time, he had the means to express himself and to gather others who were like him into his court.)

if Feinberg had been born in the uppermost class of hir society, would that have protected hir from much of the cruelty and violence they experienced? after all, ze would never have had to scramble for a job, to try desperately to conform to gender expectations just to survive. Lister was able to spend much of her life refusing to listen to the hateful words circulating behind her back because to her face people tended to be much more polite. would Feinberg have had that experience too, had ze not been of the lower working class? would ze have never gone through the pain and struggle that caused hir to dig so ferociously into the history of transphobia and queerphobia?

it’s much less likely for someone at the top of the food chain to question the food chain -- even if they notice how the Way Things Are does work against them in some ways. Lister was unlikely to notice how a social hierarchy that pits the wealthy above the poor is intrinsically linked to the structures that pit men over women and confine each person into a rigid binary box -- because to notice that truth would have been to her own detriment. she may not have wanted to keep the cissexism, but she did want to keep her wealth.

As Feinberg puts it in Transgender Warriors when discussing afab people who fought for the Confederacy in the US Civil War, “just being [trans] doesn’t automatically make each person progressive.”

Lister was not prepared to fight a battle against her own privileges, even if it would also have been a battle against her own oppression. that doesn’t mean that those of us looking back at her story today can’t treasure what we have in common with her! we can. after all, in Transgender Warriors, Feinberg recounts the stories of the more “problematic,” complicated figures in queer history right alongside the ones that better fit hir own views. ze finds value in their stories despite the flaws, and we can too.

but at the same time, we have to acknowledge where Lister fell short, and do the hard work of examining our own privileges and considering how we can be better than Lister. we can instead be like Feinberg, whose marginalization -- as a butch lesbian, as a Jewish person, as a transgender person, and as a lower class person -- inspired hir not to cling to the privileges ze did have as hir only foothold in the power structure, but rather to be the best ally ze could be to people of color, to trans women, and others:

“We as trans people can’t liberate ourselves alone. No oppressed peoples can. So how and why will others come to our defense? And whom shall we, as trans people, fight to defend? A few years before he died [Frederick] Douglass told the International Council of Women, ‘When I ran away from slavery, it was for myself; when I advocated emancipation, it was for my people; but when I stood up for the rights of women, self was out of the question, and I found a little nobility in the act.’ I believe this is the only nobility to which we should aspire -- that is, to be the best fighters against each other’s oppression, and in doing so, to build links of solidarity and trust that will forge an invincible movement against all forms of injustice and inequality” (p. 92).

so, yeah. i’d love to hear these two people chat. i relate deeply to both of their experiences and think they’d find a lot of commonalities between themselves. ...and then with Feinberg i’d love to give Lister a piece of my mind when it comes to her classism.

#trans history #sapphic history #leslie feinberg #< my icon and my hero #anne lister #< a garbage gay who's a genius about so many things yet falls for the classist bullshit of the very people who made her life difficult #averygaypost #uhhhh....anyone have any Thoughts?

[destielthedeathofme]

The Art Of Being King[Might Continue, Might NOT]

Prompt: Me, I am the prompt lol. It's basically a royal au where Castiel Novak III is of age and must find a wife to be queen. But he meets Dean, a relative of his best friend Charlie.

Author: Ya girl @destielthedeathofme

Pairing: DeanxCas Charlie×Dorothy maybe Sabriel

Tags/Genre: Royal AU, Prince!Cas, Knight!Dean, I hate tagging.

Warnings: I curse lol

A/n: THIS IS A WHOLE DIFFERENT ROYAL SYSTEM THAT I CREATED SO ITS NOT RELATED TO A SPECIFIC ROYALTY LIKE ENGLAND OR ANYWHERE. IT'S also not a oneshot but I think you guys will enjoy my new fic.

Summary: Castiel Novak III is soon to be the 2nd King of the Garrison, a vast land divided between 3 Kings. Metatron ruler of Earth the first king, cruel, crooked and has no heir, Lucifer ruler of Hell is the last king, not as cruel yet wicked with no heir..... supposedly. Castiel's father a noble man who is ruler of Heaven fell sick and now he's been whisked into the art of being a King. However once Castiel meets a fiesty young knight named Dean, things change. But will he defy the Garrison for love?

~♡~

Castiel tugged at the blue silk collar of his coat, feeling like he was suffocating in the ballroom.His wings ached and he desperately wanted to stretch them, but that would be unwise, he would knock over at least a dozen people. There were white and blue chandeliers to compliment the smooth white marble floors. The colors were in honor of Castiel, the heir. Princes, princesses, duchess, dukes, angels, knights, kings, queens all desperate for his attention. Castiel tried to hide his disgust, these people didn't care for him when he was just a scrawny prince, but everything changed the night his father fell sick. His father had been so sick that he declared Castiel fit to be heir on the next Winter Solstice, possibly before if he...No Castiel can't think like that. It benefited no one.

Castiel scanned the room, looking for Charlie and smiled as she flirted with yet another Duchess. Charlie was the only knight in Castiel's personal guard, partly because she was better than all the man. And because most of his guards were angels except Kevin and he didn't like dealing with wings more than he had to. He had his own to worry about. Also because she was his best friend. Castiel had to BEG the council for Charlie to be on his guard, because women were not allowed. Especially ones who liked other women. Castiel didn't understand why everyone frowned upon such people, he really didn't.

Castiel glanced back at Charlie who was now showing of her royal guard tattoo. A simple set of black wings. Representing Castiel's wings. Castiel chuckled to himself as he watched the poor other girl shift awkwardly. If Castiel's memory served, her name was Dorothy and she was from a very distant land called Oz. He wondered if Charlie knew that she was a princess.

Castiel walked over to the red head, and nudged her from behind. The princess proceeded to curtsey at Castiel and he was tempted to bow, but his advisor said it wasn't necessary any more now that he was heir. She whispered awfully loudly, "Go away Cas let me flirt with the pretty lady!"

Castiel rolled his eyes, she definitely had no chance.

"Did you see Anna?" He asked fiddling with his ring. He loved his sister dearly, she was one of his safe havens in the madness of all of it. Anna looked nothing like Castiel or his father with red flaming hair and brown eyes. Castiel and his father at least shared blue eyes, but Castiel too didn't look much like his family.

Charlie turned around, not happy but replied anyway,"She's near those students that are with Men Of Letters. Oh and don't forget my cousins are coming tomorrow, you know the Winchesters?I think Dean wants to be on your guard, we have an opening because Kevin's going back to the Men of Letters to be a teacher there. God what a nerd anyway be nice." The Men Of Letters was the name of the organization that trained young men and some women to protect the royalty. Charlie had trained there, Castiel remembered her despising a certain man named Arthut Ketch. As for her cousins, Castiel had heard much about them because they were all Charlie talked about. Castiel had grown particularly fond of Dean who seemed like someone Castiel would like. The stories of their adventures were always late night talks that he and Charlie had.

Castiel searched the room for any of the students, and found a clump of them crowding around Anna no doubt trying to protect her. He strolled by the people bowing and curtsying, he really didn't like this environment.

Anna however flourished in this environment. She was always made for it, this life. Arriving there, much to his dismay, some students were flirting with her and Castiel dragged her out of the mess.

Anna punched him," You know I was having fun with them! They're better than half the snobs here!"

"I have to ask you something." He replied ignoring her protests.

"What?" She spat crossing her arms.

"Did you see Jo Harvelle? She's heir to the small land in Kansas or somewhere, father really likes her. He would like us to meet." Castiel said ignoring the feeling of regret he always feels when discussing marriage. Castiel had always questioned his sexuality and marrying a women was nothing he was against, but there was always something wrong with that thought to him Royalty always had to be paired with the opposite gender to make sure there was a heir at all times, be it women or man. Especially the King who would rule all of Heaven.

Anna's eyes softened,"Yeah Cas I heard she's really nice, she's over by the rest of the Kansas clan." Kansas clan was a joke that he and Anna came up with when they were little, but it sort of stuck. Anna was the only other person that knew about his...confusion and well Charlie did too.

Castiel sat on the white throne that had been put in the ballroom, sighing while balancing a glass of wine he took from his sister, he was definitely not ready to be King.

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #castiel #cas #i love him #spnfamily #destiel #dean #fluff #au #royal #destielthedeathofme #the art of being king

[beaglelinefics]

Alternate Coffee Universe

Jaehyun x Gender Neutral Reader, Slight Doyoung x Reader

Writer: Jaime

Previous Parts: Netflix and Chill, Blanket Burrito, Stormy Weather

Next Parts: The Unpleasantly Pleasant, First Dates and Hospital Trips

Masterlist

           So when you said you were going to handle it yourself, you really meant you were going to do all you could to avoid Jaehyun. Which meant you got to class as late as you could without being, like, actually late, and you left as soon as the professor stopped speaking, meaning there was no time to interact with Jaehyun at all. You were pretty proud of how well you were doing; there hadn’t been an incident in over a week, so you would say that was progress even if it was avoidance plain and simple and not actually solving your problem. Your friends, although disappointed they didn’t have any new and entertaining stories from your life, were happy that you weren’t embarrassing yourself in front of your crush anymore. Well there was that one time when you were out with Mark, but we don’t talk about that. Not one of your best moments to be sure. But other than that, things were pretty uneventful on the Jaehyun front, which was pretty good in your opinion.

        “I hate life,” Doyoung groaned from beside you as the two of you were studying in the library late one night.

        “Life hates you back,” you grumbled in reply while flipping a page in your textbook. “Life hates all of us.”

        “I feel like my eyes are going to close and literally never open again.”

        “Then this is the end… it was nice knowing you, bro.”

        You two shared a weak high-five before focusing on the notes in front of you as best you could while fighting off the sweet tendrils of sleep. Eventually the two of you got to the point that you could either throw in the towel or get some coffee and actually have a chance of passing. So you gathered all your supplies and left the library in search of the hot miracle drug that could protect you from falling asleep like you so desperately wanted to. You linked arms with Doyoung and pressed closer to him in the hopes that some of his warmth would transfer over to you and chase away the winter chill that threatened to settle in your bones.

        “Damn, it’s freezing,” he choked out as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. “I guess I should invest in some warmer layers, huh?”

        “You and me both. I feel like my limbs are about to fall from my body.”

        “C’mon, let’s hurry up. I think I see a coffee shop across the street over there.”

        Thankfully the red hand was only blinking as you approached, so the two of you sprinted across the street and held onto each other as Doyoung’s feet slipped on the slick ground. His hands were practically clawing at your arms in an attempt to stay upright and not sprawled out on the ice.

        “Dude, we do not have time for this!” you hissed. “I need my coffee now!”

        “Alright, alright, geez. No need to be so snappy.” He was about to follow you inside when something on the curb caught his eye. “Hey, go in and order me something, will you? Ten asked me to get today’s newspaper.”

        “Why? Since when does he even read?”

        “Since he’s required to for some project or something. Just order me a drink?”

        “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just hurry because I forgot my wallet at home.”

        “Are you serious?”

        “Oh please, I’ve bought you plenty of coffee. I think you can spare the cash this one time.”

        He smirked at you. “So does this technically make tonight a date?”

        “Right. You’d be so lucky.”

        “Ah, that’s right, the cute dimple boy, am I right?” he teased while digging in his pocket for some change. “Haven’t heard any stories about him recently.”

        “Yeah… I’ve kind of been avoiding him.”

        Doyoung shook his head and gave you a sympathetic smile. “Ah, Y/N, why do you do that? Your awkwardness isn’t as off-putting as you seem to think; it’s actually one of the things I like best about you.”

        “I, uh… I’m just… cool! I’m gonna go get that coffee now!”

        He laughed as you escaped inside and finally fished a few cents from his pocket. Meanwhile, you stared up at the menu as you approached the counter, mentally comparing which drinks Doyoung would like best and adding up how much it would all cost if you added in some cookies. Finally you came to a decision and nodded, lifting your head to smile at the employee and or—holy shit.

        “Hey, Y/N,” Jaehyun greeted with a smile. “Funny that I never see you in class anymore yet you stumble into the coffee shop I work at. Doing some late-night studying?”

        “Uhh…” SAY SOMETHING ALREADY! “Yep! Came to fuel up on some coffee so we can actually get stuff done, y’know?”

        “We?” He glanced behind you to see the guy squatting and fiddling with the newspaper machine out front. “You with him?”

        “Unfortunately,” you sighed with a fond roll of your eyes. “So, uh, can I get two large cups of black coffee and uh… what are your thoughts on the shortbread cookies?”

        Jaehyun blinked at you before replying, “Yeah, no, they’re great! Everyone who comes in seems to like them.”

        “Oh, great, we’ll take five!”

        “Are you seriously ordering a bunch of stuff because you know I’m paying?” came Doyoung’s tired question. “Y/N, come on, you know I’m not made of money.”

        You grinned at Jaehyun and winked. “I forgot my wallet at home and now he has to pay, how great is that?”

        “Yeah, uh, sounds great.”

        “Hey, Jaehyun, how you doing?” Doyoung greeted the other boy as if they were good friends.

        “Wait, you know Jaehyun?”

        “Yeah, we had a few classes together last year.”

        “Wow… I did not know that.”

        “You know, Y/N, I think this is the longest you’ve ever talked to me without running away or finding some excuse to leave,” Jaehyun told you with a small smile, showing off those dimples of his that could make you cry. “I’m kind of impressed.”

        Your eyes widened in horror as Doyoung’s widened in realization. Oh shit, abort. ABORT, ABORT, ABORT! You slowly shuffled your feet backwards, hoping to make a quick escape, but Doyoung’s hand darted out to wrap around your arm and keep you in place. Oh, no. Oh no, no, no. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

        “So, Jaehyun, do you have any classes with Y/N?”

        “We have class together on Thursday mornings, actually.”

        “Oh, is that so?”

        He gazed down at you curiously, causing you to laugh nervously. “Surprise?”

        “Jaehyun, do you think you could add a couple brownies to the order too?” Doyoung asked politely as Jaehyun started to get to work on their order. “I think I’m going to spend the rest of tonight eating my feelings.”

        “Oh, boy, here comes the drama queen,” you muttered under your breath.

        “Hey, shhhh, I’m entitled to this much, okay?”

        “Oh my god,” you groaned and threw back your head in annoyance. “It’s literally not that big of a deal.”

        “Okay, but here me out, it literally is.”

        “Uh, what are you guys talking about?” Jaehyun asked as he took the cash Doyoung handed him. “You okay, bro?”

        “Oh, yeah, totally fine. After I eat all this junk food and regret it tomorrow,” Doyoung answered with a shrug. “Don’t worry about it.” He waved off Jaehyun’s concern and went to sit by the window. “Don’t mind me! I’ll just be sitting over here!”

        “Hey, uh, is he doing okay? Like for real?”

        “Um… I think so?” You awkwardly kicked the floor as you thought of what to say next. “Hey, uh, Jaehyun, I just… I need to get something off my chest real quick. So, um, you know when I made us all uncomfortable when I said those things about your dimple? And then I said I was drugged when I said those things? Yeah, um, that was a lie. I, um… I kind of like you? And so… so yeah.”

        “Oh…”

        “Haha, yeah.”

        You both stood there in awkward silence, neither of you really knowing what to say. While Jaehyun’s escape came in the form of your coffee being ready, you glanced over your shoulder to look at Doyoung staring out the window. He was probably thinking of how much work he had left to do, and here you were flirting—okay not really this was just awkward speaking—with the barista.

        “Thanks.” You grabbed the coffee and bag of treats and offered him a smile. “Listen, Jaehyun, about what I said… I do like you, but I also kind of… well… oh shit, I don’t even know.”

        “Y/N, you can relax, okay? I understand. I, uh… I kind of do the same thing around you too.” He bit his lip to hide his smile as best he could. “You guys should get going. Wouldn’t want you guys to get to your classes exhausted tomorrow. But, uh… when you come into class next time and see me… I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t avoid me because… I kind of like you too.”

        You looked up at him in shock, not fully comprehending what was happening right now. Was this really happening? Looking over and seeing you frozen, Doyoung rolled his eyes and came back over to start dragging you towards the door.

        “Thanks, Jaehyun!” he called back to the dimpled boy. “Hope the coffee’s as good as Y/N claims!”

        “Bye guys!” He smiled at you and winked, sending your heart into overdrive. “I’ll see you in class, Y/N.”

        “R-right… class…”

      Doyoung ended up having to practically carry you back to the library, and even after getting caffeine into your system you couldn’t seem to focus on your work. You were too busy playing over the words Jaehyun had said to you back at the coffee shop. He liked you too. The dimpled boy of your dreams liked you too! Had you suddenly slipped into an alternate universe? Were you actually dreaming? At some point Doyoung got annoyed with your lack of concentration and flicked your ear, snorting when you let out a loud yelp. So you weren’t dreaming then. Jung Jaehyun, the cutest boy you’d ever met with the sweetest dimples known to man, had really confessed to you. What sort of fucked up universe had you woken up in this morning?

#nct scenario #nct scenarios #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct x reader #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct doyoung #kim doyoung #mod jaime

[haneuly-blog1]

ons x fe: fates crossover

japan/ons world as nohr and hoshido - the vamps are nohr, the jida is hoshido, and the possessed/demons are valla - shinoa takes to hoshido (birthright), and mika takes to nohr (conquest), hoshido (birthright) or goes alone (revelations) so he is overpowered okay because i like mikayuu also bc technically this is what happens canonically in the anime-manga soooo Mikaela Shindo-Tepes-Hyakuya or whatever/Shinoa Hiiragi (technically, their last names would be Bathory, but last names don't exist in fe so ha i freaking beat the system) as M!Corrin and F!Corrin respectively - yes they can still shapeshift into a dragon - yes they can still use swords/whatever they use - yes they still start out as a nohrian/nohrian noble - no they are not the same as each other - since corrin is a flexible character and ultimately shows no individual personality whatsoever, corrin in whatever gender will be modified to shinoa and mika's personalities - mika can use swords, lances, and axes - shinoa can use swords, lances, and tomes - in their upgraded forms that is; before they use a master seal, they can only use their dragon stone and sword - mika can only be paired with yuu (nyehehehehe it's cause i'm the creator suckeR) but shinoa can be paired with either mitsuba or yuu (because mitsushin is goals hell yeah) yuu as azura - manlier (than azura, but still pretty feminine - more feminine that in the anime/manga) - still sings (ie azura sings on the battlefield to give the units one more turn) - is paired with shinoa/mika (f!corrin vs m!corrin) - child isn't specified? - ^might have to include @califlair 's (tumblr) michirou, aka mikayuu love child - idk what shinoa's child would be, but p michirou still (even though he's mika's lmao) - ^maybe just redesign a child for yuunoa - dunno if i should even have a child for mikayuu - ^think abt it - yuu is a mix of azura/shigure - usually uses a naginata more than anything else, but could use katanas (or even the Nohrian lances) - has tried tomes before, and REALLY REALLY hates them - still as ditsy as his anime/manga counterpart, but smarter and more serious - ^actually pretty bad at conveying emotion, like canon azura - when he sings, his eyes turn blue(?) - he knows abt valla - although he's (sorta) bad at maneuvering in it when he first got there (ie after guren as arete got married, he moved to Nohr to marry the king (Ferid ew) and miraculously had yuu because vallans(?) are magical and the women and men can have children - his color scheme matches azura's, although has some shigure elements in it -  A++ at singing and dancing, although he takes up the title 'songstress'(? what is the male version omg) - ^ if paired with either shinoa or mika, he will teach them to dance the vampires (led by Ferid Bathory) as Nohr - the vamps hire mercenaries and then turn them into vampires - they are, as the canon nohr is, cold, dark, and overall oppressive - Ferid's history with Valla is the same as king Garon's in game - ^ie he marries the ons arete, aka guren, and has our favorite yuu-chan - he kills kureto/krul(?)/whoever will be in place of hoshido (ie jida, so maybe not krul...oH SHINYA YEAHHHH) and takes mika or shinoa and drags he or she off to Nohr - mika is okay with ferid but thinks he's annoying, and shinoa outright loves/hates him - crowley is xander, krul is camilla, urd geales is leo, and lest karr is elise - jakob is lucal whesker, felicia is lacus and flora is renee - the nohrians have few retainers: saito (krul), ky luc (urd), gabel parthe (lest), fuola honte (ferid - as iago), noin teta (krul) (, chess belle, horn skuld (1 retainer per person besides crowley and krul - including ferid) - as well as in game, ferid has absolute no trust in you but usually follows his own advice instead of fuola's and thinks of his advisor as a nuisance - the retainers are modified according to their characters in game (ie not much is known about noin, so i can modify her all i want besides the fact that she hates the jida; ie chess and horn are romantically attracted to crowley, so that will stay) - ferid, ulike garon. is not possessed in any way but is just how is, ie evil, sarcastic, sadistic, and petty as well as a perv (lol) - unlike how garon is,he actually really loved guren (and also unlike the game guren didn't like him back - he deSPISED him) -  ^ the way ferid is in the present happened because of guren's 'death' (more in the valla section) - crowley is like super bloodthirsty after shinoa/mika chooses hoshido sooooo yeah - lest literally tries to stop crowley in his own weird lest way but, like elise when she tries to persuade xander, is killed in a kamikaze mission, although he doesn't necessarily jump in front of mika/shinoa like elise does to corrin - by the time shinoa/mika reaches ferid, he's literally just bawling his eyes out (since apparently he has time to do that during war) and fuola is not present; ferid cries over a picture of guren (who had previously been thought dead before mika/shinoa went to hoshido but was then found out (lol) and bc of that ferid just hates the hoshidans more so tht does literally nothing but make him a depressed idiot (he's pretty difficult to save though even while depressed so)  the JIDA (led by Shinya Hiiragi) as Hoshido - woO MAMA SHINYA ISN'T SO MAMA ANYMORE - ^ jk he still kinda is, but not as much as the fandom makes him out to be and he def not as motherly as mikoto - he's more fatherly lmao - he is in a relationship with guren atm (ur like 'woah he's alive??? wut') - the jida are still in fact called hoshido lmao - they aren't as sunny as the hoshidans because of mahiru... who is currently gonna be anankos for now thanks - Shinya knows where, what, and how to get to valla via guren, because they are a happy couple - please let them be happy - psyche THAT IS NOT GONNA HAPPEN - ANYWAY... as shinya finds mika/shinoa/omg wth, he is noT- I SAY, NOT- KILLED but is saved by guren, who is present at the moment - and this is where the feels train starts - guren, sadly, dies, yes, dies, like, the dying that means your life blood is sucked out of your veins and slowly drains you of your soul, body, and mind because yoU ARE DYING GOD JFC - anyway, about that- shinya gets super pissed lol like absolutely agent cheeto 2017 election pissed (@guren lol)  but doesn't kick mika/shinoa's butte since he knows it's not his/her fault (kinda like ryouma in game) - as guren starts to die, shinya just takes him back to the castle to a 'special room' – no it's not for the x rated stuff it is a practical vallan regeneration chamber - jesus you have a dirty mind - anyway, of course shinya's (adopted) kids start to hate shinoa/mika cause they're like 'omg you just killed my mom' since they aren't let in on the vallan secret >>>>>>:00000 - sayuri is ryouma, narumi is hinoka, kimizuki is taKUMI YEAHHH, yoichi is sakura because heck yeah – ps there will be yuuyoi/yoiyuu interaction - the retainers (they have so many more than nohr lmao) are: norito goshi (yoichi), mito jujo (sayuri), aoi sangu (guren+shinya's advisor), shigure yukimi (sayuri), aiko aihara (kimizuki), shusaku iwasaki (narumi), and mitsuba sangu (who was technically hired to be shinoa/mika's retainer as a child, but since corrin in game was taken away, she became a strategist and the back-and-forth retainer of kimizuki and yoichi, the bros who usually work in a team (when mika/shinoa come back, she's overjoyed and doesn't mind the nohrian attack on guren) (:0000 jk it's cause she obv remembers mika/shinoa and wants to be his/her retainer ) - the retainers know about guren's 'ability' and were appointed to their retainer to reveal the ability to the noble children (sometime in the very very very very very far future) - kimizuki, like takumi in conquest, does indeed do become possessed by a vallan 9APPARENTLY ITS 'VALLITE') (ie a demon) but only for a short while when he is fighting against mika/shinoa with yoichi in like chapter 28 or something lol - hoWEVER HE DOESN'T DIE LIKE TAKUMI DID OKAY he just like gets calmed by yoichi because unlike takumi, who was fighting solo, kimizuki is with yoichi/sakura so is calmed and coaxed out of pairing with the vallite demon and jUMPING OFF A FREAKING CLIFF Demons/People able to harbor Demons as Valla - okay, this is probably the most complicated out of all of them - Guren, Yuu, AND Shinya are from Valla (as well as the actual demons like kiseki-o and asuramaru and mahiru... sort of) - Kiseki-o and Asura are buddies in Valla (Asura is like.... the hoshidan lilith because of yuu and kiseki-o is the nohrian one; yes i know lilith is not a vallite shut up) – kiseki-o is an evil son of a biatch and is the one who possesses kimizuki/takumi under ferid's request – despite this asura is still chill with him bc they're of the same kind so - Guren is the queen... king of valla and yuu is the princess lmaooooo - contrary to the game, i'm being a rebel and having azura and corrin not be cousins (ie hence why shinya and guren are a couple and not siblings because i don't support incest) - also, i'm also thinkig that guren had yuu before he remarried to ferid, and ferid trying to try his best to impress the son and ultimately failing, only to be happy because oh yuu felt bad and tried his hardest to like ferid - eventually he hated him because he thought that ferid had killed guren after his disappearance, and marched on out to the hoshidan/nohr borders at the bottomless canyon to jump back to valla only to be captured by the hoshians he despised (then found out they weren't so bad) and found his mom again - he still hated ferid – suCK IT FERID - okay, so since vallites are the demons in ons, they can regenerate - slowly but surely (takes like a couple of years, unless ur a nobLE) - after the process of regenerating, their timeline is reset so that they look young, but they age and die just like a regular person would (only they would just look young while dying so) – if that's too hard to grasp, here's an easier summary of it: when a vallite dies at a certain age, they will be able to regenerate if his/her body is preserved well enough. once they regenerate, they will look the same as when they died but will also resume the appropriate amount of years that passed when they were dead – so basically they look young but are actually old - and, again, unlike the game, i am having shinya be vallite, only he is a mixed blood vallite (ie half human half vallite) so his regeneration periods trigger less often than a full vallite would - so he looks older than guren but they're the same age lol (which is probably like 30-40 or something, not around 20 like in ons) - guren's regeneration period takes less time since he is a noble of valla, so it would only take him like 2/4 to 3/4 of a year to regenerate - shinya and guren decided not to tell the royal hoshidan children that they were vallite because that would just blur the lines between what is hoshidan and what is vallite - mahiru ties into this because i will have anankos, yes the evil eye dragon thing, be vallite - my history between mahiru and guren confusing bc wow, shinya is also a dragon but can't activaye his powers because mahiru's the one that got the whole dragon blood blah blah, it took her over and she ended up lethally wounding guren, destroying valla (pretty much), and ultimately ruining her relationship with yuu - the hiiragis and the itchynoses had a long history of continuously switching between love and hate, and in guren's gen, he was mahiru's fiancee and had yuu with her, so yeah yuu's also part dragon like azura is in game – good job memu aka me, myself and i for staying somewhat close to the actual fe: fates storyline - anywhoo, as you know, the bottomless canyon (the first actual battle in fe: fates) is a gateway from valla to the real world so ofc guren went that way when he escaped valla (because the way from like bodies of water was blocked off since mahiru literally destroyed everything) so he had to take that way - he tried to take shinya with him, but shinya insisted it would be important for the noble queen (lol) to go escape to safety first, so, after much persuading, guren went without shinya - then he was captured by nohrians after literally not knowing where he was (since he didn't know about the bottomless canyon and just escaped using instinct) and was taken to ferid, who freaking experienced love at first sight – ferid u bich u don't deserve true love - guren didn't feel the same way but thought he was a nice guy so he married the dude – what a freaking nice guy amirite - going back to shinya, there was one lake in the middle of valla (there really isn't one ingame so) and he escaped using that, since it was a portal that all travelers going to valla went through without passing in through the gates (sincethere was a border gate with guards there) and it led to a lake that was around the perimeter of hoshido, which had tenri hiiragi and kureto hiiragi as king and prince in line (this is the time when ferid is like a teen and hoshido and nohr don't hate each other yet) and shinya was put in place as next prince (since hoshidan was first started by vallites ie the hiiragi line, who was more idealistic and hated the fact that valla was a 'dreamlike' place that you could never talk about (since the rainbow sage (aka a really powerful sorcerer who was literally on no side but did what he thought was right) placed a curse on valla) and preferred the real world to valla – short version of what the hell i just said: the true hoshidans were vallites that hated valla and wanted a more realistic place to live that you could actually talk about without dying - shinya missed guren as kureto died early after tenri's rule and he was placed the king and was appalled to see the guy he missed with disgusting lovesickness in the middle show up after a couple years (ie like two decades yeesh) and at this time, ( i lied guren didn't disappear he was done without consent then was 'killed' by nohrian soldiers (and then regenerated since they didn't really kil him but just made him unconcious) and decided to leave nohr - he thought yuu was happy in nohr (he was - he didn't even mind the cold, dark space until he went to hoshido) so guren left him there - shinya then made preparations for guren after he arrived and after like two years they married (and not just to carry on the hiiragi-ichinose name that was planned) and they adopted children (since vallites can only have one child) - vallite men and women can reproduce - it's kinda like omegaverse, a/b/o, but without the ranks - really only the royals, nobles, and a select few people of the male gender can reproduce  - it goes like that for women that can give the men the reproduction system too okay, so now that i've come up with the basic stuff i can get on to the more relationship-building unnecessary things lol support conversations of course, just like what is customary of the fire emblem series, support conversations would probably be present in this crossover the support conversations would have the standard format: C, B, A, S or A+ *A+ os for very good friends - it acts like an S support without actually binding the two people in marriage the supports would go something like this: Mika; in revelations (himself), birthright (hoshido), or conquest (nohr): Yuu (C,B,A, and S), Mitsuba (C,B,A,A+), Lacus (C,B,A,A+), and Renee (C,B,A) are the mains bc they will go with any path (since mitsuba, as mika/shinoa's retainer will be required to follow him/her) in conquest: Ferid (C,B,A), Crowley (C,B,A), Krul (C,B,A,A+), Urd (C,B,A), Lest (C,B,A), Kiseki-O (C,B,A) and all of the nohrian retainers in hoshido: Shinya (C,B,A), Guren (C,B,A), Sayuri (C,B,A), Narumi (C,B,A), Kimizuki (C,B,A,A+), Yoichi (C,B,A,A+), Asuramaru (C,B,A) and all of the hoshidan retainers Shinoa; prettt much whatever mika's supports are for revelations/hoshido and hoshido except her convos with Mitsuba are C,B,A,S Yuu; in revelations/conquest/birthright: Mika (C,B,A,S), Shinoa (C,B,A,S), Guren (C,B,A,A+), Shinya (C,B,A,A+), Asuramaru (C,B,A,S) bc yes yuu can marry his demon lol, Kiseki-O (C,B,A), Sayuri (C,B,A), Narumi (C,B,A,A+), Kimizuki (C,B,A,S), Yoichi (C,B,A,S), Mitsuba (C,B,A,A+), Ferid (C,B,A,S) for those feriyuu shippers lmao, and the nohrian/hoshidan retainers for conquest/birthright respectively Guren; Shinya (C,B,A,S) because technically their supports should already be filled out since they're married but they're not bc fe is odd, Yuu, Mika/Shinoa, Mitsuba (C,B,A), Sayuri (C,B,A), Narumi (C,B,A), Kimizuki (C,B,A), Yoichi (C,B,A), Ferid (C,B,A,A+) for those who really ship guren and ferid you arE WELCOME, Asuramaru (C,B,A), Kiseki-O (C,B,A) and the nohrian retainers Shinya; p much the same as Guren's without any Ferid Ferid; Guren, Yuu, Mika, Krul (C,B,A,A+), Crowley (C,B,A,A+), Urd (C,B,A), Lest (C,B,A) and the nohrian retainers i really don't want to keep listing out the supports lol but i think it's pretty explanatory since the nohrians keep to the nohrian side and the hoshidans keep to the hoshidan side and there are some stragglers who go in between both of those and yeet for those who really like pairings, these are the main ones: mikayuu yuunoa feriguren shingure/gureshin mitsunoa kimiyuu yuuyoi/yoiyuu there's probably more but i'm too lazy to go back and read the whole entire thing from start to beginning again so yeah ^ if you have more headcanons for this then feel free to inbox me lol

#mikayuu #yuunoa #ons #owari no seraph #gureshin #shingure #yuuyoi #yoiyuu #kimiyuu #fire emblem: fates #fe: fates #fire emblem #crossover #yuuichirou hyakuya #mikaela shindo #guren ichinose #shinoa hiiragii #mitsuba sangu

[supernatural-squadd]

Djinn Dreams

Requested: I would love a sister!fic,(biologically in family) where the littlesister!reader gets attacked by a djinn. But instead of just skipping the entire dream part, I would love to see how Sam and Dean's little sister would want to live, outside of the hunting life.

Warnings: You can see some Angst eventually if you really try to  

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: This was requested by @thewinhunter​, my babe. Requests are open.

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"Babe,can you get the door? I'm finishing up plating the food," the sound of the doorbell being rang repeatedly told you your brothers were here. Cas walked up behind you, placing a gentle kiss on your head and then headed for the door.

"Is that fresh bacon?" Dean had hauled ass into the kitchen at the scent of one of his favorite foods. Instantly, he reached down in attempt to grab a piece, but you slapped his hand away.

"Yeah, and you won't be having any until everybody else gets here," the spatula in your hand was pointed towards him as a false threatening look glanced in his direction. "Where's my little princess?"

"Here I am!" JJ ran out from behind Dannel, rushing into your arms. "Can I have some bacon auntie?" she was just like her Dad in every way, but you slipped her a piece when Dean wasn't looking and set her down so she could eat the evidence.

"What about us?" your two nephews walked up and tugged on the back of your shirt, facing away from the stove as you continued prepping plates.

"I didn't forget you two," placing your hands on both Tom and Shepps cheeks you pulled them together and kissed their foreheads at once. "Shh," slipping them too a piece of bacon, you shooed them off to follow JJ.

"Better not let Dean see them with that, God knows he'll take it," Dannel approached, carrying Arrow in her arms while Zepplin was behind held by Gen who happened to be pregnant.

"Oh just wait until we have family day and this little angel is old enough to eat bacon. I won't be able to say no to this adorable face," you held Arrow, tapping her small nose lightly while speaking the last part directly to her. "You, your big sister JJ and I are going to have some awesome girl nights,"

"Hopefully I've got a girl and you can add another to the list," Gen was showing, but she wasn't 'balloon' size yet as you would say. "Maybe we can level out the playing field," all three of you laughed.

Arrow began fussing, almost at the same time as her twin brother did.

"I bet their hungry, better go feed them before we eat or I won't get a single bite in," Dannel took Arrow back into her arms while Gen trailed behind her, shushing Zeppelin as she walked. Just shortly after that, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" quickly, you set down the last plate at the table and rushed to the door, opening it with a smile on your face as you knew exactly who it was.

"Hope we aren't late kiddo," a warm smile from your father, John,was standing on the other side of the door.

"Wouldn't be family day if you weren't," you pulled him in for a hug.

"Hi mom," stepping behind him, the arms of your mother greeted you, giving an even tighter hug then John gave. "Foods already done, but I'm missing-"

"My fresh apple pie? It's in the car so your brother won't eat it all before he gets some actual food in his system," her hand was placed on your cheek.

"It's got apples, it's healthy," Dean came out of nowhere-literally, and ran for the car while Sam chased behind him. Trying to beat him to it.

"They still act like little kids," John chuckled a little and shook his head at disbelief his two grown boys were wrestling over who got to open the door to get the pie.

"Bobby should be here any minute, but the babies are here," Mary's eyes lit up with happiness when you mentioned Arrow and Zepplin.

"Speaking of babies..." whenever John started off with this, it was almost crystal clear what he was going to talk about.

"Oh no, not this conversation again," both of you laughed, still standing outside away from the loud conversations indoors as your brothers still did their little tangle.

"What? Is it wrong for me to want another grandchild?" his face dropped into a hilarious 'offended' look.

"You've already got five! And another one on the way! I think that covers the Winchester's next generation Dad," another laugh from both of you, there was only one way to stop this- not like it was going to happen anytime soon...to their knowledge.

Both of you rounded up the boys, Sam and Dean, and the boys along with JJ, the kids, and everybody sat down at the table for family day. In case it wasn't clear. Family day was the one day out of the month on a Saturday where everybody would get together. Didn't matter if they were sick, pregnant, or pissed off with somebody else. On family day, you put all of it to the side and got together. Dean thought he could ditch one month because he was badly hungover, mind you this was before kids were in the picture. So you hopped in the car, Cas trailing behind you to try and stop you (and failing), and you drug his ass out of the house back to yours. Not to mention the series of pranks you pulled on him. In the family you had the title of "Queen of Pranks" so nobody messed with you. He learned not to ditch family day again.

For the remainder of the morning, the adults, along with Arrow and Zeppelin, sat at the big dining room table while Tom, Shepp, and JJ sat at the kids table coloring and doing activities you'd picked out for after breakfast/lunch. Brunch, right?

Everybody talked about how their lives had been going. Gen's doctor had held off on announcing the gender of the baby until a specific date, even though they knew it. Turns out she was getting that girl she'd always wanted. Sam was ecstatic, now he could know the joys of having a little princess of his own. Dannel, well she just had twins. That's about as exciting and time consuming as it gets. Dean had gotten the job he wanted- it was one that only required him to do work on his laptop so he could be at home pretty much 24/7 to help out with the babies. Mom and Dad had just repainted the old house back in Lawrence. Kind of like a family antique considering they still lived there and the house was in perfect condition. You and Cas? Well there wasn't really anything too different. Except one thing.

"Y/n, come on sweetheart snap out of it," it was Dean- but it wasn't the Dean in front of you.

"This Djinn is kicking your ass, whatever you're seeing, it's not real," the voice was coming from outside, so naturally you followed it. Seeing a very gruff Dean in a brown leather jacket- your Dad's.

"Dean- I," he wouldn't let you speak.

"This isn't real Y/n, you need to remember your real life. The real me. Real Sammy and Cas," it was like it was a trigger, everything hit you. A Djinn had got hold of you and must've put you out of it.

"I remember," a relieved look was on his face at your words, he grabbed your hand, trying to drag you away from the house where everyone was inside waiting for your return. "But I'm not going with you D-" he stopped dead in his tracks.

"What do you mean you're not coming with me?" the hurt in his eyes was enough to crush you into pieces.

"I can't go back to that life, being a hunter. We've lost everything out there Dean. But here? I've got it all. We've got it all. You have a beautiful wife, and so does Sam. Both of you have kids, amazing kids- Mom and Dad are both alive and together. I'm supposed to go over to their house next week actually and help redecorate the inside of the it," his head shook violently, listening to the words you were saying.

"If you stay- you'll die," tears were threatening to stream down his face as his voice cracked, holding down the lump growing bigger in his throat.

"I'll die out there, but I'll be in here forever. Living on until I grow old in this dream. The life I always wanted for me- for all of us," you turned around, everybody was standing, facing you.

"We'd hate to see you go, everything is going so well for you here," Mary was looking at you with a warm smile, which you gladly returned.

"If you stay, you won't even remember your real life once your body dies," now Sam spoke to you.

"It'll be like this is how it's meant to be," Dean now.

"Because this is how it's meant to be," Cas finished it off, walking up to you and placing a hand on your cheek, warming you with his touch.

"How could I go anywhere, especially when...I'm pregnant," everybody began congratulating you, Cas hugging you tightly, this was new to him too.

Turning around you looked for a man- it felt like somebody should've been there. Like you were just talking to somebody, nothing but empty air was in the place where you swore someone just was. Just empty air...and an empty space in your mind.

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