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callofxenon · 8 months

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So... this may be a very long post... major spoilers for my Earthspark AU lies ahead.

Home has been turned into a 3 parter, and the term Home is used in a literal sense as the basis of the first part. We have three OCs in this episode, and they're all very important: David, who is the estranged son of Jon Schloder (which this is revealed in Age of Evolution, Part 1 during the Seeker assault), which in character lore, he's also Karen Croft's nephew (this is VERY important for later on). David has a Terran sibling named Derezz, who transforms into a GHOST Helicopter (and a prior episode had Derezz "kidnapped"), who was born from the same batch as the triplets, Age of Evolution, Part 2. Derezz is close friends with Twitch, to the point they've established a link with each other like siblings (very important). The last OC is Kage Davis, which her name means "shadow" like in the shadow of others, even her friends (and David is her friend, so that says a lot). She is close friends with Thrash, who feels left out a lot like her (again, important).

The premise of the episode is the same, for part 1: Maltos and Terrans head to Philly for fun. It turns into a nightmare. Well... this is how it's structured, since it is a three parter.

Way back in the pilot episode Orientation Day, Part 1, we learn that David actually lives in Philly, and that's where his home is at. Currently at the time of Home, Part 1 he's dealing with a deadly sickness he's hiding from everyone, caused by his cybernetic arm and the constant Energon it needs to be active. Here's some horror to explain why David has a cybernetic arm: In Orientation Day, Part 2, at the end of the episode, David gets captured by Mandroid (currently he doesn't know much about GHOST and David is a GHOST cadet, hence the title of the episode), and tortured to the extreme. The very end of the episode, David manages to piss Mandroid off so much he hacks David's right arm off. We don't know what happened to him until HOUSE Rules... where Mandroid has experimented further on the poor human, now nothing more than a slave (basically brainwashed by a chip, the second iteration since the first was on Hardtop and the Insecticons). After he's freed, David's condition worsens, and he forces Ranger Malto NOT to get help, scared of the consequences. In Classified, he eventually gets a cybernetic arm from GHOST at the end of that episode (and reunites with his dad, and David keeps quiet on the Terrans' existence). There's a lot of scrap to go over, but without giving away all the story, in Security Protocols, David snaps at his aunt and father at the racetrack, believing falsely that they don't care about him, even talking vehemently about the world and in some cases, people would say he's going crazy. This goes back to the arm, and that it's slowly killing him. So he wishes to check off his bucket list as he doesn't want to leave this world with unfinished business.

This leads to David and Robby both coercing their siblings to Philly, and David showing then around the neighborhood. It's all fun, it's all safe. Now, Kage goes with Nightshade and they both meet Sam. Kage is feeling unsettled about the whole ordeal of breaking curfew, worried about David, and just wanting to do SOMETHING meaningful.

Kage is a huge fan of an OC character who, quite frankly, acts like Aileron from IDW: Echolonar. Echolonar is an Autobot femme, who apparently is shadowed by Kage. Currently still working out the details between their dynamic, but this episode Kage FINALLY gets to have a heart-to-spark with the femme. Oh, and for you Arcee lovers, Echo is sparkbonded (married) to Arcee. Yes, gay/lesbian couples, something that my friend @spd-magenta-ranger came up with. Kage's arc increases from annoying sub character with a fangirl presence to helpful character with qualities and contributes more like she wants. Oh, and don't worry for people who don't like ES Arcee: Because of her married status, SHE'S NOT A JERK.

Derezz is actually on his own, feeling left out, at least until he comes across the sewers. He's bored, and sometimes you do crazy things when you're bored. He ends up stumbling across Mandroid's operation and calls for David to help take him down.

This is where the dark shit starts happening.

@luciolefire send me your thoughts before I continue.

#transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #earthspark spoilers #earthspark au #mandroid #my ocs #friend oc #horror #family trauma #things get worse before they get better

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ironhusband · 3 years

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James Rhodes Headcanons

Rhodey is a lightweight drinker. He might not have been one in college, when he had time to go to parties and drink every weekend, but he certainly became one after enlisting. His job entailed lots of long nights and years away from home and alcohol, so Rhodey only ever got to drink when he got leave. Two beers in and he has a headache, he’s giggly and ready to sky dive off a plane. Tony absolutely takes advantage of it, which is why Rhodey always needs a little persuation before drinking with him.

Rhodey is also very affectionate when he’s drunk. He’d drape himself all over you like a cat and start saying things he secretly thinks. Small little compliments like how Tony had expressive eyes or how Sam had a pretty smile.

Ever since he was little, Rhodey loved superheroes. He liked fictional ones, like Superman, and real ones, like Captain America. He also loved flying. Which is why Rhodey wanted to be a pilot growing up, and then why he loved being War Machine so much. His superhero obsession is also why he absolutely thought way too much about why Steve should’ve jumped from the plane.

Rhodey is a master at board games. Jeanette, who is a very sore loser, hates him for it, but Tony is delighted by finally finding a worthy opponent. He changes his mind after a few years, when he still hasn’t beat Rhodey at any game. Rhodey is so good at it, that he finds obscure board games online and orders them, and once he even made his own board game (he’s not so good at that).

Rhodey has different nickname for every environment. With his family its Jimmy, with his ROTC and Air-Force friends its Jim or Rhodes, and with Tony (and SI) its Rhodey (and a myriad of other nicknames, of course). But if anyone calls him James, under anything less than professional, he’d never talk to that person again.

Rhodey’s hobby is designing planes. Sometimes he does it absentmindedly, just sketching, his fingers used to the shape, but sometimes he designs it seriously. He makes every kind of plane: fighter jets, passenger planes, crop duster planes, etc. He doesn’t really show it to anyone, besides his family, Pepper and maybe Tony, but he was delighted when Lila has taken the same interest and he could teach her his knowledge.

Pepper and him bond over a shared interests in drawing. Sure, Rhodey draws sketches and Pepper paints abstract drawings, but it’s a common ground they both have and they like sharing resources and inspiration pictures.

Rhodey knew he was gay since he was a kid. He didn’t much mind it at first, thinking it didn’t matter anyway because his career was the most important thing. As Rhodey grew up and enlisted, it became harder to ignore crushes or just indulge fantasies no strings attached. So he started to convince himself he didn’t have a crush, and even if he did, he couldn’t be in a relationship. Eventually, Rhodey repressed all his loves and crushes and convinced himself a relationship with him was unattainable.

Rhodey keeps all of his old letters from when he first went to tours, and from years after of course. He reads them when he needs a little pick me up. Not to mention he likes to pull sections of the letters and read them to his family and Tony, just to embarrass them.

Rhodey is very much a Philadelphian mama’s boy. He loathes all the army food and loves all his mama’s dishes. He loves his hometown and the neighbourhood he grew up in. The things that calms him the most are his mama’s hugs and gentle soothing words. Rhodey loves traveling, has longed to do it growing up, but Philly is the one place that feels like home.

Rhodey knows how to braid braids and paint nail polish. He grew up with a younger sister, and has a niece, so of course he’d know. Lila doesn’t really like nail polish, but she loves how much time and care Rhodey puts into braiding her hair. Tony is the opposite; nothing much to braid really, but he loves it when Rhodey paints his nails. Not that he’d ever admit it.

Rhodey loved ferrets as a kid. Yes, you heard that right. It’s a very popular pet in Pennsylvania, and everyone wanted one when he was a kid. It sort of caught onto him. He changed his mind pretty quickly, when Tony bought him a ferret on his birthday, and the pet immediately bit him. Now, all he wants is a fish. Fish are low maintenance and they won’t hurt you.

Rhodey loves a uniform. He fell in love with it in choir, when he felt like dressing like everyone else made him fit in. He felt like he finally had friends when he dressed in the same clothes in them. Like he had people who understood him. Not to mention, it saved Rhodey from his terrible sense of fashion (”no, Rhodey, give up, just wear a t-shirt and jeans please.”). He feels the same way when he wears his dress blues, when he gained ranks, felt like he had people with him and people like him. War Machine is also a uniform of sorts. But this time, it reminds him that he’s a superhero, that he’s special and that Tony has his back.

Rhodey would never admit it but he loves cheesy rom-coms. His sister used to have a phase of watching them, but while she grew out of it, Rhodey found he missed the habit of sitting on the sofa and being filled with hope. He knows they’re stupid. He knows there’s no way his best friend could love him back. It’s his guilty pleasure, alright?

Rhodey doesn’t follow any sports, except the MIT football team and tennis. The first one because it’s his and Tony’s tradition, and because Lila wanted to join the girl’s football team, and the second one because… Rhodey likes the uniform, and the colors, and the hypnotising movements of the ball, and the quietness of the crowd. His whole life is filled with chaos, and it’s just calming to him. Relaxing. Also, you can’t go wrong polo shirts.

Rhodey is so smart. Like blow-away-your-teachers, win-every-science-fair, person-in-the-yearbook-most-likely-to-win-a-noble-prize smart. He’s a prodigy child in MIT at 16. Tony thought Rhodey was the first genius close to his age, when they saw each other in MIT. Rhodey knows he’s not a genius. But that doesn’t mean he can’t hack over Tony’s codes sometimes to mess with JARVIS. It doesn’t mean he isn’t astonishingly smart.

Rhodey is a tech genius, but he doesn’t trust tech like at all. Between a choice of a GPS and a map, he’d choose a map. He prefers to count on himself. He knows the dangers of technology and what people would do for money.

Rhodey volunteers at soup kitchens. He’s sort of a regular in one, every time when he comes back from leave, he visits it. Everyone there knows his name, and they laugh at his stories. Rhodey doesn’t tell anyone. Well, maybe Tony knows, because he keeps donating money to the soup kitchen.

Sam and Rhodey are really good friends. They don’t really agree on much but they don’t mind. It’s nice to keep each other on their toes. Rhodey and Sam regularly roast Steve and Tony too. They have a running gag of making up random Air-Force Things™️ to confuse their army and civilian friends.

#me looking at james rhodes: a nerd. a simp. a gay in denial. a lightweight.#james rhodes #tony stark #iron family #iron fam #pepper Potts #Jeanette Rhodes #Roberta rhodes #Lila Rhodes #Sam Wilson #Rhodey #james rhodey rhodes #war machine #iron patriot #James Rhodes headcanon #Rhodey headcanon #James Rhodey Rhodes headcanon

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ambitionsource · 4 years

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Hi, I am so here for all this ambition content right now. I check this page every day! I remember u guys mentioning about a rl and dasher road trip and I was wondering about that! Thank you!

hello pal!! literally so honored and happy that you’re enjoying ambition and the fact that you check our page every day... ugh you’re too sweet. hopefully the nonsense we do around here is entertaining! very happy to have you in our fandom community <3

so yes, rl + da road trip! i hope it’s okay that i took a bit to answer this, bc i wanted to ruminate on it for a bit before typing it up. so as y’all know we refer to the summer between s1 and 2 as “cruel summer” (thank u tswift), and similarly we have a code name for the summer between s2 and 3 which is “summer of love.” this is admittedly mainly because of rl, but also because a majority of the characters are in such a better headspace this summer than they were last.

boppin the rest under a read more, because i just go on... and on... and on............. (i really love rl & da)

-- Maggie

one facet of this summer is that around... july sometime, dylucasher decide they want to take a trip down to virginia beach (or the beaches in that general vicinity) because they want to check out a beach that isnt grey and cold like the ones close to them in ny, and because a trip before their last year of school together seems like a fun and Classic idea. originally they plan it for just the three of them, but somehow riley comes up and all of them agree -- especially dylan -- that it would be way more fun if she came along too. so they try to convince her to come along, which doesn’t take much convincing, it’s more so about figuring out how she’s going to get around cory because if he knew she wanted to go on a like week long trip with her boyfriend (who he doesn’t really trust) and two other boys he would probably have a heart attack.

you know, it would be like “you can’t go on an overnight trip with three boys!!!” “dad, you know dylan and asher. they’re gay. they’ve been dating for three years. they’re GAY. i do not think i’m at ALL at risk in that scenario???” fsdfSDKGDL

so riley devises a plan / cover story that involves like “going to stay with mom” for a few days, maybe a lie about staying over at isa’s or yindra’s for a couple days in there, you know, she lays out the whole lie and then bribes maya to go along with it and help cover her tracks (rl have very inverse influences on one another -- where riley sort of tames lucas and helps calm him and make him less feral, she develops a bit of a rebellious streak from him or just better identifies the nuances of which rules should be followed vs which were meant to be bent or broken..)

the good thing about this road trip is that it’s what truly cements riley’s friendship with dylan and asher. they’ve been toeing the line of friendship for like two years now (as riley said in cruel summer, she regretted not taking the time and establish a friendship with them in sophomore year before everything fell apart), and it’s kind of like it’s bound to happen. riley and asher takes a little more time to grow and develop just because of the kind of person asher is, but on this road trip dylan and riley just Click. like they were basically made to be best friends, dylan is the first person who kind intrinsically Gets riley and they match each other in terms of enthusiasm / personality / brightness. again, a friendship that’s just been Waiting to happen, and this trip really brings that to the forefront.

(on that note, i once joked that when dylan and riley get really into chatting about something and lucas zones out, they start sounding like the villagers in animal crossing to him. like if he stops paying attention for even a second suddenly dyley sound like this. and i stand by that claim.)

as for the trip itself, its not like i have the whole thing perfectly plotted or anything like that, more just... musings and ideas. oh and a playlist, of course i have a playlist. obviously they’re really good about swapping around drivers and sort of organizing their time since they only have a week, and i think it’s mainly funded by dylan’s youtube vlogger coin. asher helps and riley chips in her fair share, but dylan basically covers lucas because obviously he can’t pay but they all want him there. he makes up for this by driving the most even tho the other three insist its not a big deal.

when it comes to sharing space, the quartet of them are pretty good at it. obviously when they stop for the night they just share beds by couple, but it is interesting to think about how different these two relationships are in terms of like... you know, where they’re at. like its super easy for da to share a bed because they basically do that all the time now, but for rl breaking that boundary would be a kind of unspoken big deal and lucas would be so cautious about it. like they spend most of the summer in riley’s car (can’t hang out at her place with cory there and no one is going to lucas’s) and so theyve probably like fallen asleep together there once or twice and maybe napped ONCE at riley’s place when maya and cory were both gone in the 2.5 months they’ve been together, but it’s still... not the same. so at first lucas would be really nervous about it, but after the first couple of nights he’d relax and realize its really not that big a deal -- esp since riley seems pretty confident and comfortable with it. by the end of the week, lucas wakes up in the middle of the night and riley has cuddled up next to him and he’s like... okay MAYBE sharing a bed with someone makes points. perhaps.

one of the nights on the way down the coast, what truly breaks the ice for dylan and riley is that they break out a SMALL amount of alcohol and both get tipsy (which for them is just like. giddy and giggly and very chatty. they’re both happy drunks without a doubt). lucas and asher don’t indulge bc lucas doesn’t trust himself getting intoxicated and asher is just wary of it in general, but they figure dyley can do it as long as they’re both supervising. so dylan and riley talk A LOT that night and truly form their Kindred Spirit bond and also lucasher end up regretting letting them drink bc for like a half an hour dyley do this thing where they just pretend to share secrets with one another. like they theatrically whisper in one another’s ears and look at lucasher while they’re doing it and then start laughing and they’re literally not saying anything Important (like it’s probably like riley being like “psst... i think lucas is... hee hee... lucas is hot”) and then dylan cracking up and agreeing but bc lucasher don’t know what they’re saying they’re like ha ha very funny........... but y’all aren’t talking about us doe right. wait, what did you say. hold on --

a lot of the trip is also based around being in nature and the outdoors, since they don’t get to do much of that day-to-day in manhattan. considering one of their favorite spots to hang out as a group during senior year is at central park, they’re all definitely fresh air outdoorsy kind of people to a degree. so like, stopping at parks, going on hikes, and of course the beach itself. i made an instagram edit of one of said hikes when i was testing a template i made:

naturally, and i swear this happens at least once on a long road trip whether it is with family or friends or any combo of people, but you hit a point where you get irritable and start to get a little sick of one another. i think in this case that mainly starts between lucas and asher, because although they’re Best Friends i think lucas has a knack for finding ways of irritating him. and also lucas probably gets irritated by dylan’s high energy after too much time with no breaks, so he’s also snappy, and as they’re on the way back up to nyc people are spatting at one another or getting snippy over stupid things so riles is like. here’s an idea! how about we split up for the day when we get to philadelphia. this is an excellent idea and none of them are opposed, so when they arrive in philly, dylan and asher split off to go explore the city + historical sites.

what do riley and lucas do? well, riley takes lucas to meet her grandparents, of course.

at first lucas is like ummmmmmm no because he’s SUPER nervous about meeting her family -- the only family he’s met is cory and we know that’s... unideal, and eric, both of whom have a completely different perception of him bc of school and his behavioral record. he’s yet to meet topanga or auggie yet or anything like that -- but riley assures him that her grandparents are chill and she has no doubt she’ll like them. they’re also meeting lucas with a completely blank slate (i.e. no preconceived notions about him like those who work at aaa), so it’s not hard for lucas to make a good impression since he really is like... a good guy. not to mention no way is he snarky or deadpan in situations where he doesn’t feel comfortable or like he has the right lmao, so he’s on his BEST behavior around amy and alan.

the good thing is that alan himself kind of had a similar background and run on the wild side that lucas does (kind of like jack, altho jack was never as troubled as lucas), and so i think he would kind of... inherently Get him. like he’d strike up a conversation with him and at first lucas would be like omg why is this man speaking to me please i’m invisible pretend i’m not here... but after a bit he’d find it’s surprisingly easy to talk to alan. and they’d talk for like an hour and get on pretty well. meanwhile, amy is talking to riley and is like so... let me guess. cory does not know you’re traveling with your boyfriend???? and riley is like... perhaps. maybe don’t tell him? pretty please? and once amy convenes with alan and is like how is he and alan is all “he’s fine, we can approve,” then they agree not to rat riley out.

riley and lucas also climb up into the matthews tree house and take a look around and they comment on how strange it is that cory and eric once used to like, hang out in there and in that house and were once teenagers (lucas: be careful this is humanizing your father too much for me). and i’d think they’d sit up in the treehouse for a little bit and just talk and riley would talk about how nice it must’ve been to grow up in the suburbs like this, and she’s surprised when lucas agrees and he admits he fucking hates living in manhattan. and that kind of prompts this subtle internal thinking in both of them of like hmm well... maybe in the future when things are different and we can make our own rules maybe we’ll move out of the city and into a quieter life... they don’t say any of that out loud, but they’re both thinking it. and at the tail end of that conversation riley kisses lucas which turns into a Really Good Kiss... but then they’re interrupted by amy calling for them to come down for dinner and its kind of like lmao, they’re both a little bashful but in a casual silly way

#riley x lucas #dylan x asher #riley x dylan #rl x da #SOL #bonus content #kind of lol #is this readable? who knows. i just really Love them #thank you for asking about them!!!#there's also an insta edit buried in here gJFDLGH #Anonymous #answered #high praise tag

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nohshinwoos · 5 years

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survey results 🥳

so a few days ago i did a follower survey and now i’ve gathered the results so it’s time for some stats 📊

some general info

this survey was made just for fun and there might be mistakes in it.

i can’t do math, so i apologise for that in advance.

216 people participated in this survey.

answers were submitted between august 17th and august 21st via google forms.

some questions allowed for participants to choose more than one answer, which means the total might be more than 100% on those questions.

the number of people who chose each answer are in brackets.

if i get asks about this everything will be tagged “fp survey 2019” so if it gets annoying just blacklist it!

the results (with some comments from me) are under the cut!

about you

what’s your age?

32.4% (70) 14-17

27.8% (60) 18-20

21.3% (46) 21-23

9.7% (21) 24-26

4.2% (9) 13 or under

3.2% (7) 27-30

1.4% (3) 31 or over

* i’m so old hhhh 😳

what do you identify as?

70.8% (153) female

20.4% (44) formless blob

6% (13) male

2.8% (6) other

* i didn’t wanna exclude anyone, which is why i chose to have an “other” option to allow people to express whatever they feel comfortable with identifying as.

sexuality

37% (80) bisexual

19.9% (43) lesbian

17.1% (37) asexual/anything on the ace spectrum

13% (28) i don’t use labels

10.6% (23) pansexual

9.7% (20) other

out of which:

4.7% (10) queer**

6.9% (15) heterosexual

3.7% (8) gay

* as this was a question where people could choose multiple options, the total percentage is more than 100%.

** queer wasn’t originally an option in the survey, but i added it in the results as there were so many that wrote it when choosing “other” as an option.

what’s your zodiac sign?

13% (28) pisces

12% (26) taurus

10.6% (23) sagittarius

10.2% (22) scorpio

9.3% (20) capricorn

7.9% (17) aquarius

7.4% (16) libra

6.9% (15) leo

6.5% (14) gemini

6% (13) virgo

5.6% (12) aries

4.6% (10) cancer

* shoutout to all my fellow pisces! i was actually surprised that so many of you who took this are pisces, didn’t expect that.

where are you from?

44.9% (97) united states

22.2% (48) other countries/unable to count

8.3% (18) canada

5.6% (12) united kingdom

4.6% (10) australia

4.2% (9) germany

3.2% (7) sweden

3.2% (7) finland

1.9% (4) russia

1.9% (4) ireland

* these are just the top 9 countries from the survey. if you wanna know a number for a specific country, feel free to ask me!

** oh and a shoutout to my fellow swedes! (i wanted to write something in swedish here but i didn’t know what sdkshjgkl)

dan & phil

do you watch dan & phil?

97.2% (210) yes

1.9% (4) used to but not anymore

0.5% (1) who?

0.5% (1) other

0% (0) no

* i don’t know why i had an other option for this question, but it was fun reading this one person’s rant about how the last question (”dannie or phillie :)”) of this part scared them. love you, you’re valid!

when did you start watching them?

25% (54) 2015-2016

24.5% (53) 2013-2014

24.5% (53) 2017-2018

16.7% (36) 2011-2012

5.6% (12) 2019

2.8% (6) 2009-2010

0.9% (2) 2009 or before

0% (0) i don’t watch them

do you think they are together?

90.7% (196) yes

8.8% (19) i don’t know

0.5% (1) i used to but not anymore

0% (0) no

dannie or phillie :)

59.3% (128) dannie

40.7% (88) phillie

* shoutout to all my fellow dannies!

about me and my blog

when did you start following me?

51.4% (111) 2019

35.6% (77) 2018

13% (28) 2017 or before

* it’s wild that some of you have been following me since 2017 or before - wow! and thank you! i feel like you have seen a lot sdhjsfjkl

how did you find me?

37% (80) honestly no idea

31.9% (69) from someone else’s blog

27.3% (59) saw your gifs/edits

14.4% (31) tumblr recommended

2.8% (6) read a fic of yours

2.5% (5) other

0.5% (1) from a friend

* as this was a question where people could choose multiple options, the total percentage is more than 100%.

fav content of mine?

75.9% (164) gifs

26.4% (57) edits

13.4% (29) icons

17.6% (38) fics

40.3% (87) text posts

3.5% (7) other

* as this was a question where people could choose multiple options, the total percentage is more than 100%.

** didn’t know ppl liked my text posts that much but thank u! and shoutout to the one person who said “memes” sjdkskfjkgl

*** also seeing 38 (!!) ppl say fics really boosts my confidence in writing, which is very much needed for me rn, so thank u!!

anything you wanna say about me as a person/my blog 😳

this was an open question, where people could write whatever they want about me and my blog.

there were quite a few answers and i’m not sure if i should publish them or how i even would in that case, but just know i’ve read them all and cried (good tears, i promise) and i really do appreciate every single one of you so much.

will try to remember all your kind words on days when i need to cheer up and i will save them and look back at them if i ever need motivation for anything 💖

anything else? suggestions? or if you wanna reveal who you are that’s okay too

this question was another open one as well. some chose to reveal themselves, while some just said something nice.

notes for myself

in a potential future survey i’ll have less of the “other” option, as it can be hard to group some answers together.

for a potential future survey i will definitely phrase the questions a bit differently and maybe add other questions for a more precise result.

i just generally feel like i learnt a lot - both about who my followers are and also what they think of me. it was very interesting to go through and reflect on!

i’ve only ever done one survey for an essay in school, so making a “not so serious one” was fun and i think i learnt a lot from that aspect as well. might be useful in the future, who knows!

#mel talks #fp survey 2019 #honestly i have no idea what i'm doing skjdjhjkg #i love statistics but i didn't think i'd need to do math for this but i had to and i hate math ://////#sorry this took a few days my brain hated me so i both got distracted and have just felt like shit #but i'm a bit better now dw #why am i nervous about publishing this? idk but yeah here it is

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rosalind-of-arden · 4 years

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Sword and Pen Reread, chapter 3

Khalila chapter! With some Santi awesomeness and a couple tantalizing Wolfe tidbits.

Ephemera: Archivist sending out spam mail to anyone who might side with him.

Archivist’s throne is very old and made of wood. Not especially fancy. Or comfortable.

Receiving Hall: a vast marble space with lotus columns marching into the distance.” One automaton: a two-story Horus statue. Throne is on a gold platform on the backs of gold sphinxes. Seven steps up to the throne, four braziers at the platform corners that burn herbs. Some kind of passive cooling in the design. The room is fig enough to hold tens of thousands of people.

Archivists have always been elected by Conclave.

Conclave consists of thousands of Scholars, tens of thousands of librarians and staff - and this is just those in Alexandria, not counting those working outside Alexandria and anyone who sided with the former administration. So that makes a fairly democratic election - has it always been that way? Probably not?

Not clear if High Garda counts as part of the Conclave or not.

The crowd is parting for Santi and it’s promotion time! This is just such a good moment for him. In Smoke and Iron, he didn’t even feel he could give orders to his own company because he gave up his position to rescue Thomas. He’s got to still be hurting from Zara’s betrayal. But this whole time, the packs has survived in part due to the loyalty he inspired in the High Garda. All the friendships and connections that he built over a 20+ year career have gotten him here. And here’s the payoff. He’s not only restored to his former position, but promoted to the top of the High Garda.

The first two members of the new Curia, Murasaki and Santi, are people who, in one way or another, refused to participate in the old administration’s corruption. They’re both respected for being good at their jobs and they both get along well with the people who work with them. That’s the kind of leadership the new Library chooses right after throwing the corrupt Curia out.

Santi’s oath: “I swear to serve the Great Library with body, mind, and blood for as long as it pleases the Archivist. I swear to defend it against all enemies, within and without. I swear to uphold the laws and covenants of the Great Library, and when ordered to direct and lead the High Garda in battle. I swear to protect knowledge and its servants wherever they may be threatened.”

I am totally writing a fic in which Santi gives Wolfe a modified, more personal version of this oath. When? It’s hectic for a while after they run in Paper and Fire, then Santi’s injured... maybe in the camp after Philly? Or later, after they rescue Wolfe in Smoke and Iron, before the battle? Or maybe they did this ages ago - they might not want to get married, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have sexy, sexy loyalty oaths.

Another thing that needs to happen in fic? Wolfe and Santi borrowing the throne room for some roleplay. You know Santi would enjoy kneeling with Wolfe on that throne.

Lord Commander’s promotion is voted on by the captains of the High Garda.

“Partner for years, though I don’t believe they have formally married.” A few things here. First, this is an insight into how relationships are viewed. Wolfe and Santi, as we know, think of each other as partners and lovers; those are the words they use to describe their relationship, and they seem to use those terms interchangeably, with equal weight (they might use “lover” more? don’t have digital copies to search it). Khalila, however, feels the need to clarify that they are “more than that” when Saleh asks if Santi is Wolfe’s lover. So there’s an increased degree of respect for a long-term partnership, and Khalila wants to make sure Wolfe and Santi get that.

But also, notice Khalila’s qualification that she doesn’t “believe” Wolfe and Santi have formally married. That means they could very well be married and not have told her, or anyone else. Khalila’s the fucking Archivist’s assistant now and she’s known Wolfe and Santi for over a year, so by the standards of our world, it would be really weird for her to not be 100% sure whether Wolfe and Santi are married. Could be a bit of rhetorical humility on her part, sure, but it also implies a certain level of privacy. Is that an indication that Alexandrian culture treats relationship status as something private in general? Or a sign that Wolfe and Santi are unusually private about the details of their relationship?

And also, “formally married.” As contrasted with what, informal marriage? Which would be common law marriage. So we can say common law marriage is an option in Alexandria, and given how long they’ve been together, there’s a pretty good chance that Wolfe and Santi are common law married. But if they are, they’re not saying so.

And, yeah, gay marriage as a legal thing in Alexandria is totally confirmed.

So put all this together, and we have a bit of a social hierarchy of relationships. We might have a higher expectation of privacy surrounding relationships. Or we might just have Wolfe and Santi, within this system that’s totally open to gay marriage, being rather queer in how they define their relationship. They’re 100% committed to each other, but they’ve opted out of formal marriage, they keep their relationship private, and they call each other lovers even though they could use language that implies a higher level of commitment.

Wolfe talked to Santi while hallucinating in prison. Wolfe was even less ok there than we saw in Smoke and Iron. This wouldn’t be his first time hallucinating Santi - he did it in Rome, too.

And Saleh heard it. If Saleh heard him, so did others there. Wolfe is not going to be happy about that when/if he finds out. Santi is going to be worried as fuck if he finds out, too.

Saleh is worried about Wolfe. Maz, do something with this please.

Wolfe isn’t there for the big oath-taking ceremony. Yes, hunting the ex-Archivist is important, but is there more to it? Consider his discomfort with the Scholars in chapter 1, and his later discomfort with the Curia. Would he be comfortable standing there with all these people who did nothing when he was taken and swearing loyalty to the Library with them? Or even Murasaki herself - she said she knew Wolfe, well enough that she was worried she would be targeted when Wolfe disappeared. And as far as we know, she didn’t do anything to help him. He might feel the same about her as the rest of the new Curia.

High Garda captains take their oaths individually. Scholars, librarians, and soldiers take oaths as a group.

The Alexandrian Merchant Council is a political organization of some sort that Murasaki has to meet with. For those looking to develop Alexandrian politics more.

Oath for Scholars, librarians, soldiers: “In the name of sacred knowledge, in the eyes of every god in every corner of this world, I swear my allegiance to the Great Library of Alexandria. I swear to protect the knowledge of this world against all enemies, within and without. I swear to nurture and share such knowledge with all who wish to learn. I swear to live, teach, preserve, study, fight, and die in this cause.”

Khalila worries that Eskander might not be planning to swear allegiance to the Library. She’s also worried he has too much power. Post-canon conflict potential?

Murasaki says the Library will protect the Archives “as we have for three thousand years.” Just in case we needed yet another number to throw around when discussing Library timelines.

Cleaning and catering services are based in the middle level of the Serapeum.

Career servants get silver collars.

The ambassadors are in the “Seventh Great Room.” Its a big room with windows and lots of seating. Just for an idea of the capacity of the Serapeum for meetings.

#sword and pen reread #the great library #long post

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Hi Katie! I just want you to know that I want your analysis of this new sims video more than anything and I'll just patiently wait for it... Have a nice day!

hi dear!! new sims vid, did u mean dnp simulator?

dorks spending the first ten seconds dancing in fake snow

why virtual friends???? ??

my daddies gave to me y’all,,,,,,there’s knowing your branding and then there’s acting on that knowledge and i think this may have been one time where acting on your knowledge maybe was not a good call like ily and u do u and all but

i love phil loving his branding it’s cute also shoutout to @dnpscloset thanks for finding it (x) bc i want one now if anyone needs a last minute xmas idea i’m lookin at u mom u always wait til the last minute

same dan, same

‘we all have new faces and new lives and everything’s changed, this is gonna be hella dramatic’ *inhale* *exhale*

‘when u imagine the howlter family’ god they’re such adorable n sentimental nerds i love them

phil’s actual default is bein a leany boye

dnp arguing about what ‘desperate’ actually is as if the entirety of their first year after meeting they weren’t talking as often as they could five hour skype calls amirite

get away from me stalker lmao bold of u to say that danny

phil sweetie i love you with my entire heart he’s so so excited abt the virtual snow i love him

tiny zoom in jumpcut at 2:08 overlapping audio interesting

a mood and a half

phil immediately going ‘yeahhhhh thin walls family hearing things they gotta get out’ abt dab and evan like m8 we get it all u think abt is sex we get it god u and ur husband really are made for each other aren’t u (dnp = devan reference #1)

‘i presume evan is also jobless’ ‘i hope so!’ phil is it really,,,,,,smth to be excited about,,,,,,,

dan’s doin a lot of the hand phone lately u cute boy

we should have a redbull what is wrong with them phil can barely handle having too much sugar y’all thought it was a good idea to have a redbull also we should have a redbull they share literally everything which tbh is probs for the best lbr phil on a whole can of redbull hmmmmm yes ik it’s v possible and in fact probable that phil had his own can let me live

‘it’s a sensible lightweight jacket’ in the fucking snow wow dan u really did just set urself up for phil to drag u about not dressing for the weather

dan’s fucking laugh at 4:39 gives me life literally there is no purer and more adorable sound like that’s up there with kittens purring

‘i think he’s gonna be a bit of a diva in this relationship’ did you mean: dan howell (dnp = devan reference #2)

[slight bit of ankle is showing] dan: ‘and now you’re wearing shorts’

where’s the lie tho honestly that lil pause before he said mate

this clip will live in infamy bc i want this in every fucking phan edit for the rest of time like i can’t even think of the right out-of-context clip right now but anything that can be answered with phil saying ‘it’s dan’ i need it

youtube

mandatory phil covering his mouth and bein a cutie

yes destroy gender roles in the snow universe (although seriously dan’s ‘life is just about uncon-doing the horrible conditioning of all these gender stereotypes, phil’ is so important also i stan phil recognizing that before dan i think it’s really easy to forget that just bc up til recently he’s not been as expressive as dan of his opinions on how stupid gender roles are doesn’t mean he doesn’t have just as if not more progressive a mindset than dan)

‘it’s like a dan vs phil’ dnp = devan #3

dan has such a lovely singing voice i miss him singing

dude phil’s eyebrows are making a Solid appearance v expressive

i s2g this is a different moment from the one above he’s just so fricken cute???

‘but they’ve got each other’s backs, phil, just like dab and evan’ yeeeeaaaa i’m gonna go ahead and go with dnp = devan reference #4 here i think that’s fair

snow angels are the least fun thing to do and yet (x - it literally won’t let me put it in bc it’s a privated vid rip)

amazing they just started having a snowball fight how cute n domestic am i talking abt dnp or dab and evan hmmmm - dnp = devan #5

i get that infinity war was a meme but lads it’s time to let it go

‘and they’re called the howlters’ lmao as if u ain’t an honorary lester daniel (dnp = devan #6)

i’m living for phil’s excitement i mean if that’s what redbull does to him i’m here for it i guess?

hi they’re dumb this was cute

‘we don’t want to be those people, but for us personally, we very much found that you just need to just move into a big city of some kind and just jump into life with both feet’ this is not only adorable advice but also where dnp simulator comes into play aka we did this so uhh dab n evan should do it (dnp = devan #7) also dan speaking for them both singular pronouns are quaking

‘don’t trust that’ what on earth are u on abt phil what don’t u trust the fuckin desert or?????

scalyburg phil stop pls we know we get it dan’s a furry ur a scaly we got it

why does dan spend an entire 7 seconds (8:40) adjusting is he moving closer to phil? switching which leg he’s sat on? idk but it lead to me pausing at this moment which was a gift in and of itself

‘the deposit on that one, plus the weekly went would make us instantly broke, so that’s fun, us when we moved to london’ bih do u hear me crying

does dan remember phil’s first manchester apartment what kind of question is that phil have u met dan he probably remembers every bloody inch of that place i mean he did remember that there wasn’t a bedside table so

stop that

middle of the city, romance festival, geekcon, pretty views and cherry blossom trees sounds like dnp’s ideal location do u get why i’m calling it dnp simulator yet also dnp = devan #8

we don’t want to move next to the karaoke legends wow dan bold of u to say after belting helena at 2am real bold

phil having flashbacks to the apt they toured where they found out people died there

hi phil just looks so excited by everything

look i’m not saying anything except they’re managing to find a lot of similarities b.w their lives and what they’re doing for dab and evan okay like this apartment is great for people-watching? which is what phil did in his manchester apt?

context whomst? idk her

shoutout to the wardrobe

big bold life-changing steps

anon spitting truth up in this house (but like,,,,,my thoughts exactly lmao i was like they’re such introverts they would’ve avoided meeting their neighbors at any cost including apparently smacking into a locked door trying to avoid small talk phil we love u bab)

casually mentioning dan saying ‘we are dil-’ was he gonna say dil’s son, maybe but i like to remember the bloops of dan repeatedly calling dab dil so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

omg okay so from like. this point on, when dan’s like ‘here is my vision’, i’m absolutely getting queer eye vibes like amateur queer eye tho like two gay nerds trying to embody queer eye in their lives a bit oh wait

okay okay okay dan u said an ensuite bathroom and then failed to add a door to the bedroom do u understand how frustrating that is???????? do u understand how stressful it was for me to watch that whole damn vid and know that u forgot the door????

a space for hobbies what hobbies who has hobbies

they learned nothing from building their house before: phil should take the mouse away from dan immediately look at him he is such a sugar baby in this jfc

god dan is so cute get these idiots a penthouse apartment super high up so he can have his bath next to a window okay he deserves that in life

stop it they’re literally agreeing on almost every single thing god they literally share a single brain

amazing

leany boye

‘they are young adults moving into their first apartment, you don’t have art!’ okay first of all don’t even go there daniel second of all i’m sorry you’re the one arguing for spending literally all their money but u don’t want to get some art bc it’s unrealistic????

dan saying lovely

phil’s mr carpet

navy??? navy? when did they? why?

i would get involved in a criminal plot to have that / i’m gonna throw you out of one

wow pro tips makin a comeback

phil is Losing Steam

oh my god okay so i was joking but literally phil is losing steam lmao 18:35 he says ‘ayy’ and it’s so tired-sounding

leany leany boyes

okay look ik dan’s going into ‘aww poor philly’ mode but also he knew that very quickly like honestly that’s not a Thing i would ever notice about someone tbh i’m not saying it’s like Significant but damn danny was really into phil to know that shiz man

the high-fashion gigantic rug of our dreams

okay look i can’t make this up phil literally leans away for a bit and then

hello daniel’s Curl

i stan phil getting excited over plants

dab and evan will be having a mario kart fest will they (dnp = devan #9)

mirroringggggggg

dude big mood god they’re so fond and full of memories

honestly dnp made it that way like u cannot convince me they didn’t purposely decide to do that mmkay

‘see they are ready to have their romantic dinners. and then they can pretend they have another friend and it’s fine!’ am i talking abt dnp or dab and evan who knows :) (dnp = devan #10)

cold in the middle what on earth i literally have no memory of that i mean it could just be my shit memory but jfc they just remember that stuff goddamn

scrunchy boyes also phil where’s ur arm at hm

like i’m not fuckin joking where is it

you can’t exist without a computer i mean

what is important in life / the internet

they don’t even have fucking doors and dan’s like ‘uhm they need a terrarium’ dan i’m stressed

oh my god i’m sorry phil is so done with this now it’s actually comical

hi they didn’t add a door for the ensuite

give dnp an interior design series honestly give them any series

phil reached for dan’s hand u cannot convince me otherwise

‘not my personal taste’ really,,,,,really

when dab n evan hug dan looks at the screen n phil looks at the camera things u didn’t need to know but now u do

lmao jumpscared by the kiss

‘i feel like i’ve never nailed anything more in my entire life’ hmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm hm

the fuck was dan’s ‘getting a job’ that’s his fnaf voice u stop that

doon doon doon doon

tongue

hi uhm what the Fuck was that jumpcut at 28:30 i hate Obvious Jumpcuts with a burning passion specifically bc of dnp

#dnp #dan and phil #dapg #phan #danandphilgames #sims #devan #vid analysis #anon #ask #kt

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thoughts on jack/mac

• first of all i‘m physically incapable of talking abt jackmac without talking abt non-negligible collision by alex @lesbianfreyja, which is both a fucking work of art and straight up canon. the events of this fic undeniably went down post s12. it’s iconic and u should read it if u haven’t already

• second: s1 of ap bio jack is a newly single jack who’s still sore from how bad the breakup was, and he fluctuates between wanting nothing to do w miles and obsessing over him. nobody talks that much, and w that much fervour, abt an ex friend who they now consider an “arch nemesis”, except for someone who has a history w that arch nemesis

• meanwhile mac is adjusting to life in an empty apartment, living alone for the first time in over a decade, sleeping by himself in a bed he thought he was going to b sharing, and the gang are slowly rejecting him as he sinks deeper and deeper into his dennis-centric spiral

• i think the central tenet of jackmac is that ultimately they’d take comfort in each other and they both Need that comfort. they’re hung up on different people and dealing with their own issues and theyre both just......lost and looking for someone to connect w emotionally

• jack feels constrained by familiarity, mac feels soothed by it. mac and philly are refreshingly different from miles and toledo, and jack has a handful of passing similarities to dennis that mac recognises while also being exactly the kind of dumb smartass mac would fall for anyway. they’re incredibly different but their edges match up

• also they’d definitely bond over their fucked up christian upbringings and family issues

• jack bitches abt miles’ latest book tour while settled on mac’s lap as mac strokes his hair and makes all the appropriate “i know” “ur right” “i’ll punch him in the dick for u” noises

• sometimes mac gets a little too drunk and calls jack the wrong name. maybe they don’t talk about it after or maybe they do, and jack holds him while mac sleepily admits to all his messy gay feelings for his ex-best friend at 3am

• their relationship is therapeutic and easy and fond and it’s the polar opposite of complicated. they bicker a lot but rarely ever fight; they’re both too stubborn to apologise but their arguments burn out quickly anyway

• i feel like they’d be in a constantly on again/off again situation - sometimes they’ll spend a whole day together doing the sappiest shit, sometimes they’ll go weeks without touching or talking all that much. it’s never quite permanent, never quite serious, and that’s comforting to them in its own way

• and then eventually miles will post something on insta, or dennis will call in the early hours of the morning, and just like that they’ll fall back together again

• they have like. one (1) scrap of impulse control between them and they get arrested together at least once and come up w the dumbest schemes

• jack becomes the official cameraman of project badass (which delights him)

• mac LOVES listening to jack talk!! he could listen to him talk abt anything. philosophy. art history. pizza toppings. does he understand all of it?? fuck no but it’s hot anyway

• jack knows french and thinks that it’s Very Sexy of him to know french. mac does not think it’s sexy of him to know french. mac doesn’t actually care that he knows french. when jack tries to teach him a few words he pronounces them all terribly on purpose and jack bitches abt it for a week

• they cook together a lot - this goes way better than the french lessons, bc mac is a surprisingly attentive pupil and it turns out he rly likes kneading dough and making things w his hands

• jack really likes watching him bake w his sleeves rolled up and his arms showing

• mac actually gets pretty good at making bread and he starts stress baking when he gets frustrated

• im losing steam but to conclude: Yes

#long post //#f: iasip #f: ap bio #jackmac #IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG and sorry if it formats weirdly im on mobile rn!!!#also im 100% sure i’ve read abt jackmac baking hcs/french hcs b4 and jst like. absorbed them #if anyone recognises those lmk so i can credit u!!

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myideaofluxury · 6 years

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STORYTIME: taylor swift called me a baby god????

so in case you’ve been living under a rock, last friday, july 13, i met taylor before the show in philly and it was everything i had ever dreamed of it being and more... so i figured i should discuss the full story! full disclaimer i am very bad at formal storytelling and i know this is tumblr and nothing is formal but nevertheless, let me live. also if you want to skip to the actual meeting taylor part of this story i’ll put the start of that in bold so y’all know what to look for because i’m a very charitable person.

so a few months ago, my angel of a friend erin (@yousayouvechanged) invited me to come to the show in philly with her, and i cannot thank her enough. none of this story would’ve happen without erin, and i mean none of it. but it was last wednesday when erin texted me “i need yor birthday,” “im on the phone with taylor nation,” “i need your email,” and “im not joking” (those are all direct quotes btw, i have the conversation open on my phone literally right now). to make that part of the story short - taylor nation dmed erin asking for various information such as her name, phone number, and the best time to reach her. they then called her and told her that there would be a “special opportunity” waiting for us to pick up at will call between 4 and 5 on the day of the show. i was not involved with any of this, please don’t bombard me with questions that i do not have or know the answers to.

ANYWAYS flash forward to last friday when i get to the stadium. i meet up with erin (for the first time!!) and we basically stand outside of will call for 20 minutes before concluding that it wasn’t open. it was at this moment that i remembered that there was another will call at the other side of the stadium and suggested we walk there. well, we did, and basically that will call. had no idea what we were talking about, but made 4 different phone calls and told us that they did have something waiting for us...at the first will call that we had just come from. and so we walked back, waited for will call to open, and that is the we picked up our wondrously purple (!!!!) meet & greet pass for before the show. (also i just have to say, when i tweeted my picture of our m&g pass, so many people were so happy for me and i have truly never felt as loved as i did in that moment, so thank you if you were in any way part of the response to me meeting taylor. that feeling was almost as good as the feeling of meeting taylor. almost.)

once we got into the stadium, we waited in the area where our pass told us to wait for about 45 minutes before taylor nation came to get us and check us in for the m&g. after they checked us in, they led us into this extremely hot stairwell with no air conditioning (if you saw any of my tweets that day, you know how unbearable the heat was in that stairwell) and made us wait there for about 20 minutes. after the stairwell debacle, they moved us to a hallway just outside of rep room - it’s also worth mentioning that i got screamed at by both security and taylor nation for trying to take a picture of the entrance to rep room, but it’s fine, and then we waited for about another half hour.

once they took us into rep room after telling us to leave all our bags on a table outside, it really started to hit me that oh fuck, this is happening. first thing i noticed - tree paine aka my favorite person ever, just standing in the middle of the room, to whom i yelled “queen of publicists!” me, erin, and tree were in the midst of a great conversation when i saw the curtain open for the first group to go in and meet taylor. and there she was: miss swift herself, in all of her tall, blonde glory. all i can remember from that moment was screaming at erin “SHE’S WEARING PLAID! PLAID!,” so we can get back to rep room. it was around this time that tree told us to walk around and that we could get food or drinks. first of all, let me know why rep room exclusively has dasani bottled water...i mean it’s whatever, but still. it was in this moment that i decided that i needed to eat a really obscure food just so i could say i ate something really random before meeting taylor swift, and that’s why i ate a singular broccoli before meeting (not eating, contrary to my typo on twitter) taylor. the actual throne from the lwymmd video was also in there, and we tried to take polaroids sitting on it but uh...there was no film in the polaroids, and i’m pretty sure we broke one of the cameras trying to put film in so we gave up on that. for the remainder of our time in rep room, we basically just walked around at sat on every couch possible and looked at every possible detail (direct quote from me to erin: “we’re never gonna be in here again, so i suggest we make the most of it now”), including the rainbow dress from the end game video (at which i screamed “’GAY RIGHTS!’ - JENNIFER LAWRENCE”) and i thiiiiink the dress from the delicate video, but i was obviously more focused on the rainbow dress.

suddenly we were next in line to meet taylor (and also last in line to meet taylor). at this same time, i like it by cardi b started blasting in rep room, so i took that moment to fuck it up and go off a little, as one naturally should. this has no significance to the story, but it’s a fun detail because now i can never listen to that song ever again, and because i turned around to see tree laughing her ass off at me, so it’s safe to say my job was done there. we got back in line, and talked to steph from taylor nation briefly about how nervous and excited we were, and she handed us our card to get our picture with taylor after the show.

finally, the curtain opened, and suddenly i was making eye contact with taylor swift. the first thing she said was “HEY!!!” to which i responded with “oh my god, you’re not real” so there’s that. naturally erin and i introduced ourselves, and taylor asked us where we were from (GOD I AM REALLY BAD AT STORYTELLING I’M SO SORRY). i told her i came from jersey in the area around metlife and she asked if i was going to any of the shows there and i too her i’m going to all three and that i have pit for night one! her response? “oh i’ll see you- OH I’LL REALLY SEE YOU THEN! and you’re like, so tall...” (i’m 6′4″ for anyone wondering and yes i was taller than taylor and yes she had heels on). then erin talked about how she was from pennsylvania and we told taylor we met through a group chat made for her and her face completely lit up oh my god it was the cutest thing.

now we get to the good part - i told taylor i had 3 things to talk to her about and so did erin, and taylor told me to “go for it,” so i did! while i do want to keep some of the real details of my conversation with taylor between me, her, and erin, most of the general parts that i’ve tweeted about will be mentioned here. i started off by talking about how the last year of my life has been really hard for me because of men (this is the part of the conversation where taylor went “ohhh” and sighed deeply), and thanked her for giving me a soundtrack to all of my emotions during that mess. while i was expecting some meaningful response, i was not expecting the following statement to leave taylor’s mouth: “everyone should love you...like, you’re so handsome! you walked in and i was like ‘oh my god a baby god!’ [to erin] isn't he so handsome? [to taylor nation] right, isn't he so handsome? you’re so cool!” and that is the first moment in which i died. then i got into the part of the story i’ve been waiting almost five years to talk to her about - for those unaware of my emotional trauma, my father passed away a few years ago, and taylor and her music were essentially the main driving force behind me getting through the hardest and darkest period of my life. i do want to keep this part of the conversation to myself, but i remember thanking taylor for “giving me a reason to be happy when i couldn't find anything to be happy about,” to which she thanked me and said “i’m so honored that you would credit me in any way for that...that’s so unfathomable to me, i’m so sorry.” to this moment, i still can’t get the image of her face during that conversation out of my head (she was so sad, you guys, she was so upset for me i love her so much). then i told her i had something to ask her “like...privately” and she leaned in and that is when i asked if erin and i could each take individual pictures with her. at first, taylor said “mmm i don’t know, they’re gonna argue about it,” which was completely fine by either of us, but we’ll get back to that.

after that, i let erin have her moment with taylor and let me tell you - it was the absolute cutest thing i had ever seen. there are no two people i love more than taylor and erin, this is a fact. after her and erin had their moment, taylor stopped and thought for a second, then leaned over to taylor nation and said “they’re fighting, so we’re gonna do separate pictures” (queen of comedy). so i took that moment to move to the other side of the room, because my left side is my good side...but taylor didn’t seem to be getting it (”oh, but i thought we were gonna do individuals” “i was just making an excuse” “isn’t that what you wanted?” “OH OK OK i get it now!”). so backstory - when i’m really, truly happy, i do this thing in pictures where i close my eyes intentionally and i explained this to taylor and asked if we could do that for our picture, and she was like “of course, yes!” the rest of that part is history, i guess. just like...scroll up if you want to see the outcome of that.

after her and erin took their picture, i asked taylor for one more hug, and she said “of, of course!” and that is how i became enveloped i the tightest hug i have ever experienced. i said “i love you so much, thank you for everything” and she said “i love YOU, buddy!” and that was the second time i died that night.

that’s basically all that i can remember as of right now sksjskjskksjsk so if you made it this far...congratulations, i guess! but seriously, i know i’m not a great writer so this was probably a pain in the ass to read, i can imagine. but thank you to anyone who ever rooted for me to meet taylor, and thank you to everyone who was happy for me when it finally happened. i really haven’t ever felt so loved.

and finally, thank you @yousayouvechanged and @taylorswift. i love you two more than anything and anybody else in this world. july 13th forever.

#meeting taylor

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Mickey Milkovich Masterlist *updated 2/15/21*

NONE OF THESE ARE MINE!!! I did NOT write any of these! I believe they are amazing fanfics, written by insanely talented people, and deserve to be shared. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE AUTHORS!!!

Gallavich

I Close My Eyes and Wait for the Echo by milominderbinder(Mickey Milkovich & Gallagher Family)(Gallavich) Five times Mickey protects various members of the Gallagher clan, and one time they all return the favour.

Family Doesn’t End In Blood by psychicdreamsandangelwings (Mickey Milkovich & Gallagher Family)(Gallavich) Mickey loves the Gallaghers, even if he doesn’t show it. He’ll never admit this to anyone, but he’s never felt as good anywhere as he does when he’s surrounded by Gallaghers. They’re loud and obnoxious and so damned annoying Mikey could kill himself, but he can be himself around them. He loves them, there’s no other way to explain it. So when people fuck with them, he takes it as a personal attack against his family. And nobody fucks with Mickey’s family.Or the one where Mickey is overly protective of the Gallaghers and doesn’t take nicely to those who harm them.

Take Me In by MintSauce(Mickey Milkovich & Gallagher Family)(Gallavich) Mickey’s Dad finds out about Mickey being gay and even though Ian’s not there, but he finds the Gallaghers are still willing to take Mickey in

You Feel Like Home by Bex90 (Gallavich) Mickey has a panic attack on a crowded train and Ian’s there to help him through it.

Bullets, Blunts and Baseball by ronandhermy (Gallavich) Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich have been best friends since Little League, everyone on the South Side knew that. They didn’t know that it was bound to become something more.

Once a Gallagher [part one, part two, part three] by merle_p (Mickey Milkovich & Gallagher Family)(Gallavich) Debbie and Lip look at him. Then they look at each other. Then they look back at him. “They said there was a lot of blood when the ambulance came,” Lip finally says. “We didn’t know what had happened. Figured we should stop by and see if you made it.” He shrugs awkwardly. “How you were doing.” “Huh,” Mickey says. He can hear what Lip is saying, and there is probably a world out there where his words make sense. Mickey is pretty certain that this is not that world.

Anywhere Out Of This Place by cantfuckinbelievethis (Gallaghers & Milkovichs)(Gallavich)(AU) When Monica decides to moves her family away from the trouble that could follow another one of Frank’s fuck ups, eleven-year-old Fiona has one condition: the Milkoviches are coming with them. Or an AU where the Milkoviches and Gallaghers grow up together in the same house.

Is There Somewhere by andchaos (Gallavich)(Soulmate AU) In a universe where everyone has their soulmate’s first words to them on their hip, Mickey is born with no Words at all. He grows up confused, scared, and committed to a life of loveless flings - and then he meets Ian Gallagher, a mute boy that won’t stop getting under his skin.

I’ll Fight For You Tonight by bellafarella (Gallavich) Can you write A fix where in Fiona has A new boyfriend who’s gay, and he knows Ian from the white swallow but waits till their alone to address it. He try to rape Ian and then in the midst of it all Mickey comes in and gets all protective and towards the end their gripping each other like a life line. -Fiona doesn’t know her boyfriend is gay-

I Lost My Voice, You Lost Your Mind by bellafarella (Gallavich)(Mickey & Liam) Ok just something with ian & mickey trying to get liam to talk since the whole episode with him getting into fiona coke. He’s still not talking everyone assumes it’s bcos of the coke.

It’s Going To Be Okay. I’ve Got This. I Promise. by Illyah (Gallavich) “Okay you two, someone needs to tell me exactly what the fuck happened, and I want to know, now.” Lip said, staring between the two, waiting to see who would answer him first. Lip had never seen a serious look on Iggy’s face the entire time they’d known each other, but he looked Lip straight in the eyes and said “Terry.” “Shit, fuck, Jesus, Goddamnit.” Lip cursed under his breath before turning to Amanda’s horrified parents, almost to the door at this point. “Yes, your delicate sensibilities are more fucking important than the half dead teenager on the table. Jesus fucking Christ.” He fumed, shaking his head. “Please, just continue to stand there and look fucking scared.” Then back to Iggy, “Terry did this? Why? I thought you guys were all at Yev’s thing?”

One Milkovich at a Time [part one, part two, part three, part four] by dreamerbydawn (Gallavich)(Ian & Milkovich Family) Iggy Milkovich wants to know what it is about Ian Gallagher that makes his siblings act like they were addicted to him. Maybe he wants to make a friend along the way too.

Queen of Decatur by jaxington(Gallavich) “Fiona’s probably gonna do ninety days.” “Fuck,” Mickey replies. “Where?” “Decatur Correctional. Where the hell is that?” “Three hours out of the city.” Mickey sits with his back to the wall, legs dangling over the side of the bed. Lighting a cigarette would only earn him another lecture, so he slicks back his hair just for something to do with his hands. “How’d you know that?” Ian asks, smelling chum in the water, the observant little fuck. “Not like your brothers are getting sent to lady prison all that often.” Mickey thumbs at his lip, trying to find a way out of this conversation. It probably wouldn’t be too hard to distract Ian just by taking of his pants, but he is trying this new thing where he actually tells Ian what’s going on in his head. “No.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “It’s my mom.”

Melánia by milominderbinder(Gallavich) A lot’s changed in the two years since Ian and Mandy ran off. Terry’s dead, Svetlana’s moved out, the Kash and Grab has started stocking blue Gatorade – oh, and Mickey’s been raising his brother’s baby ever since Tony went to jail. But when he realizes he might be stuck with the kid for good, Mickey decides to move out of Chicago and actually give her a chance in life. And it’s the couple of familiar faces he finds when he gets to Philly that really set change in motion.

Pimped [part one, part two, part three, part four] by Mrs_Monaghan (Gallavich)(AU) Mickey’s life is pretty good if he does say so himself. He’s living in Evanston Illinois. It’s not exactly that far from Chicago, but it’s far enough. He’s away from his asshole father, and can live the way he wants in this city that no one knows him. He’s been here six years now and has been running a successful pimping business for two of those. He’s got an office, a car and a pretty nice two bedroom apartment where he lives with his sister whom he brought with. Life is the same and a little uneventful. That is until he brings on a new addition Ian Gallagher.

Frank Fucking Gallagher by sleepyfaceandsnark (Sleepyfaceandsnark) (Gallavich) Frank steals Ian’s pills and Mickey finds out.

Fosterviches by cantfuckinbelievethis (Gallavich) A fic surrounding a OFC living in a foster home who accidentally catches Ian and Mickey together and ends up with Ian, Mickey, and Mandy in her life.

Anywhere Out This Place by cantfuckinbelievethis When Monica decides to moves her family away from the trouble that could follow another one of Frank’s fuck ups, eleven-year-old Fiona has one condition: the Milkoviches are coming with them. Or an AU where the Milkoviches and Gallaghers grow up together in the same house.

Does Your Heart Still Burn For Me? by Highwaytoyes Its been 16 years since Ian left Mickey. It had been hard, but mickey managed to move on. When he got out of prison, he made sure that he was the best father he could be. He never forgot the redheaded Gallagher though.When a fire breaks out, and Yevgeny is caught inside, who should come to his rescue but his father’s old flame? When Yev recovers, he vows to join his father and the man that caught his heart again.

No One is Completely Fearless by Fallenstar92 Even if he can shoot a gun or yell at the top of his lungs, Mickey Milkovich isn’t a fan of loud noises. Or, five times Ian sees Mickey react and the one time he knows why.

Barricade by devovitsuasartes(AU) Ian is in Chicago. Mickey is in Mexico. But there’s nothing like the end of the world to bring people closer together. a.k.a.The zombie apocalypse story that no one asked for.

His Fucking Family by orphan_account Fuck it, he’s had enough of this emotional crap for one day. There’s only so much a guy can damn well take. Especially a fucking Milkovich. But dammit, he’s spent enough time wallowing alone in his own misery to know how much it fucking sucksOr, 6 times Mickey Milkovich is there for a Gallagher +1 time they're all there for him.

A Real Family by Dragon_in_Disguise Mickey never had the best family, and he’s fully aware of this fact. With his alcoholic and drunk father, his criminal cousins, his drop-out of an older brother, and his whore of a younger sister, Mickey never got a good hold on what a family was supposed to be like. He never got that experience where you sit together as a family and eat dinner, never could get excited about anything so small like school grades without being called a pussy, and forget ever going to anybody in his family for relationship advice when no one could hold one and the fact he’s completely gay.So when Ian Gallagher comes into his life and tugs him into his own fucked up family, Mickey’s not sure how to take this all in.

I Hate Rapists Too by Dragon_in_Disguise Iggy closes his eyes, sighing heavily. “I’m gonna kill him.”"Huh?"“I’m gonna get Colin, gonna grab my fucking shotgun, and blow his fucking brains out."When Ian tells Iggy what Terry has done to his two youngest siblings, Iggy finally snaps.

and it's alright by biblionerd07 Mickey doesn't know how or when it happened, but at some point he became the guy people turn to for help

Mickey Milkovich & Gallagher Family

Once a Gallagher [part one, part two, part three] bymerle_p(Mickey Milkovich & Gallagher Family)(Gallavich) Debbie and Lip look at him. Then they look at each other. Then they look back at him. “They said there was a lot of blood when the ambulance came,” Lip finally says. “We didn’t know what had happened. Figured we should stop by and see if you made it.” He shrugs awkwardly. “How you were doing.” “Huh,” Mickey says. He can hear what Lip is saying, and there is probably a world out there where his words make sense. Mickey is pretty certain that this is not that world.

Glad He’s Family by brave_little_toaster (Mickey & Gallagher Family)(Gallavich) Ian freaks out and has an anxiety attack. Mickey races to his side and comforts his disressed boyfriend, impressing the rest of his guilty family who didn’t know how to help.

I Close My Eyes and Wait for the Echo bymilominderbinder (Mickey Milkovich & Gallagher Family)(Gallavich)Five times Mickey protects various members of the Gallagher clan, and one time they all return the favour.

Mickey & Debbie

World War Gallagher by presleyj (Debbie & Mickey) Mickey walks into the Gallagher house one night and right into the middle of a massive fight between Debbie & Carl. Once Carl storms out, Mickey is left with a distraught teenage girl who he has no idea what to do with. Mickey tries to help her in his own way.

You Can Do Better by Fallenstar92 (Mickey & Debbie & Ian) When Debbie's boyfriend breaks up with her, she turns to Mickey and Ian for comfort.

Talk To Me by brokenpromisesandhope (Debbie & Mickey) Debbie and Mickey text each other.

His Favorite Gallagher by MCRmyGeneral (Debbie & Mickey) "Debbie was by far his least favorite Gallagher." Not all the Gallaghers are so welcoming when Mickey shows up for Ian.

Always by bellafarella(Gallavich)(Mickey & Debbie) I was hoping I could ask a prompt where Mickey has a really cute moment with Debbie and does something special for her and Ian sees without Mickey realizing so he does something special for him to thank him without telling him he knew what he did. Or something.

Mickey & Liam

Count on Me by dementorsatemysoup (Mickey Milkovich & Liam Gallagher) Mickey unintentionally bonds with Liam.

notes on the many different kinds of monsters, and the knights who fight them off by milominderbinder (Mickey Milkovich & Liam Gallagher) When Mickey goes down to the Gallagher kitchen in the middle of the night, he finds Liam, scared and hiding from another nightmare. And he comforts him, because Mickey knows what being scared is like. But Liam’s not the only one fighting monsters that night.

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khiryworrell · 6 years

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This project is a photo-series that explores the concept of masculinity in hopes of rebuilding and redefining it. Recently, I sat down with classically-trained, professional dancer and choreographer Ibn Snell of BlocNYC to examine masculinity, from his point-of-view.

I captured Mr. Snell in his element, the stage, where he demonstrated his definition of masculinity: “strength + confidence.” Prior to the portrait session, our conversation ranged from questions about his dance background to more in-depth inquiries that dealt with racial & social issues, as it relates to masculinity.

Read more of our exchange*, here:

Where are you from? And, how has your hometown influenced your artistry? Please be specific.

My name is Ibn Snell, and I’m a dancer and choreographer from South Philadelphia, PA. My hometown has influenced my artistry in many ways, but mainly because [this city] is a town of many entertainers, many dancers and singers. Being in that environment [in addition to] growing up with a family of dancers, you’re eventually going to be shaped and molded within the arts realm.

Growing up as an African-American male, did you ever have any reservations about pursuing dance, specifically pursuing ballet/modern, as a profession?

Well, I first began tap class at the age of four, so I didn’t really have any reservations.

But as I got older, I do remember a specific incident. When I was in the seventh grade, I was scheduled to perform at a dance competition in Las Vegas so my mom came to the school to let the principal know. Then… the principal informed my entire class, and the entire school!

I didn’t want that to happen, and didn’t want my friends to know that I tap danced because I wanted to be perceived as “cool.” I distinctly, however, recall my friend Unique approaching me to congratulate me on that Las Vegas dance competition. It made me feel happy that I was doing something I should be proud of, and I asked myself “What are you hiding?” I’ll always remember her coming up to me to express those kind words because it made me accept the fact that I’ve been doing this since I was four years of age, and I am damn good at it! At that time I was 11 or 12, so I had a good eight-year run. In retrospect, I should have been a little more open to have an outlet where I could explore and express myself.

In your own words, explain what it means to be masculine? And, how do you express masculinity/masculine energy through your art, and within your profession?

I try not to put so many generalizations on things, but I would say strength and confidence, that sums up masculinity for me.

When you're in an industry that’s predominated by one sex, there's a stigma that follows the opposite sex as “gay.” It happens in the dance, modeling and bodybuilding industries a lot. Mainstream media is quick to portray different types of sports as masculine but not ballet. Many people would be surprised, though, that the elements of traditional athletes (endurance, strength, flexibility, precision, and spacing, etc.) also applies to dancers.

Have there been any impediments or roadblocks in your dance journey, thus far? Have there been people -- family, friends, associates, colleagues -- you may have disconnected from because you chose to pursue dance as a profession? If so, please be specific.

Not at all, humbly speaking. I love my craft. I’m very sensitive about what I do and I believe I am very good at it, and when people see that you good at something, they’re going to stick around and try to see where your talents takes you. I believe if I wasn’t as passionate and as committed to dance as I am now, or as good, then yes I might have listened to those people, and the naysayers saying that I shouldn’t do that. My parents were very supportive, my extended family were too, and all of my friends went to Creative and Performing Arts (CAPA) High School, here in Philly, so they understood the arts and most of them they danced as well.

When was the moment you fell in love with dance? At what age did you attend your first ballet/modern class? Did your parents/guardians have any reservations about you attending because you're male?

I’m not totally sure when I fell in love with dance, I will say when I got serious with my formal training I was around the age of 12. I’d be locked in my room watching dance tapes, learning routines, and trying to be the best dancer I could be. The repetition of me always going to dance school, remembering the dance routines + combinations, then watching them is what made me fall in love with dance. At that age, I said to myself “Ibn, this is what you need to do!”

My mom and dad never had any reservations about it, and were very supportive, but, you know when you’re young, you aren’t naïve, I heard the whispers.

For example, all of my male cousins tap danced, and I was the only one that furthered my career and took other classes like modern, jazz, and ballet. I love my family to death but you know when you’re young you hear the whispers from your extended family like “The other boys are playing sports, Ibn isn’t playing sports…” That always was stuck in my head, and in a way propelled me to want to be the best at my craft.

How has the overall perception of black male dancers changed since you were younger? Have you seen progress, in society, or is there more work to be done?

I believe it’s changed because technique is always evolving, and art is always evolving. I think that mainstream TV is also highlighting dance and showing it in a positive light through shows like “Dancing with the Stars,” and “So You Think You Can Dance,”so you see a lot more young black males and males of color wanting to get into hip-hop dance, and the dance realm, overall. Since I was young, the perception [of black male dancers] has changed in a really good way. For me, I know I’ve inspired other young black males to take their first dance classes, whether it be at CAPA, Eleone or at my home studio.

Another example of progression I saw was a photograph that showed seventeen black boys in the ballet studio, and the overall message was: “This is Community,” and it showed collectivism over individualism. The fact that young men can be in a dance studio/class wearing tights and ballet shoes, and it’s not a problem? That’s where the comfortability should be permanent! You should be comfortable in whatever it is you’re doing; you’re learning, you’re bettering yourself, and that should be something to celebrate within itself.

I’ve seen a growth in many summer intensives offering full or partial scholarships to males interested in investing in their dance career. During the summers of 2010 + 2011, I attended The Ailey School on scholarship in New York City, founded by the late Alvin Ailey. I met many black male dancers who traveled from all over the world to experience the legacy the Ailey School has to offer. I am still so thankful for being able to dance at one of the world's most illustrious dance institutions.

The opportunities available to black males may have grown a bit since my training days but there is still work to be done.

Speak on any major accolades or recognition you have received for your artistry. Explain a moment when you were most proud to call yourself a professional dancer.

In November 2012, I went to Rwanda to dance at a “Conflicts of History” performance that depicted the 1994 genocide. I was there for fourteen days, and had the opportunity to teach dance to orphans who did not have a home. It made me feel good to give back to the community. For me, this experience solidified that [dance] is my calling; this is what I’m supposed to be doing.

Name some of your male dance heroes (specifically dancers of color).

My dance heroes include Shawn-Lamere Williams, artistic director of Eleone Dance Theatre, as well as Anthony Purnell, a choreographer for Parkwood Entertainment, Beyonce’s main record label, and William St. David, rehearsal director for Eleone Connection. Purnell has worked with her since 2003, the debut of her first mainstream solo album. Shawn-Lamere has been very influential In the Philadelphia tri-state area as far as dance and giving young people an opportunity to get off the streets and better themselves. During my second year of high school, I got into the second company [Eleone Connection], and William took me under his wing ever since I’ve met him; I can call him for anything!

What advice would you give to young African-American males interested in pursuing ballet/modern dance?

The advice I would give to them is to never listen to any outside noise! Always know that you can do it, if you put your mind to it.

If I were to listen to all the people saying “Why are you tapping?” “You should be playing sports.” etc., I would not have been the confident guy that I am today. Be you and if you really want it, go after it because no one can stop you but you.

How would you like to be remembered, as a professional dancer? What is your legacy?

I want to be remembered for instilling confidence in my peers when they couldn’t complete a dance step. To be remembered for my tenacity, my fierceness, my energy, my fiery speed, my breakneck dance speed, that’s what I would want to remembered for.

The legacy I wish to leave behind is being a good dancer but a better teacher and mentor. I truly believe youth are our future and I have been blessed with the greatest training, teachers and mentors. The experiences they handed me, not only made me a better dancer but a better person through each life lesson that came with the discipline. Teaching will always be a passion of mine, so I hope to continue to do the right thing by educating the youth and giving back.

For more info on Ibn Snell, check him out on Instagram: @ibbsnibbbb

*Edited for readability and flow

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walkerbaby-blog · 7 years

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Whamilton: stress baking but something burns and sets off the smoke detector

Not quite what you wanted but I think you might like George’s little dominance exertion here:

If the sound of heavy, pounding German electronica wasn’t enough to tell George that Alex was having a bad day the smell of baking in the air would have clued him in. Instead, the first thing he’d heard as he’d walked up the stairs to their townhouse was the Scooters blaring loudly. Which meant either Alexander had a shit day and there would be baked goods waiting for him, or his lover was watching MLS and the Philly Union had just scored a goal.

Since it was December he didn’t think the Union’s chances were particularly good.

As soon as he stepped through the door George breathed deeply, trying to determine just how bad the day had gone.

Pie? A minor irritation with a client.

Bread? Someone was being unreasonable.

Chocolate chip cookies? Alexander was going to be slamming things and there were going to be frustrated tears at bedtime.

George took a deep whiff and smelled chocolate with a subtle under layer of freshly mixed buttercream.

Shit. He glanced behind him and wondered if he could make it back out the door without Alexander realizing he’d come home. Chocolate and buttercream meant only one thing— Defcon 1 as created by Thomas fucking Jefferson.

“George?” Alexander called out from the kitchen.

Damn it, his husband had heard him. There was no way back out the front door. No chance that he could text Alexander and say that he was working late and then hide at his office until 2 a.m. and then slip home and into bed beside his anger exhausted spouse. No way to enjoy the cupcake labors of Alexander’s rage without first dealing with the emotional fall out.

Yes, George knew that this made him a coward and the worst sort of cad— one that enjoyed his husband’s rage filled culinary efforts without sharing the emotional burdens but, in his defense, his husband’s cupcakes had once made their neighbor— a damn French chef from France— weep tears of joy and whatever fight he’d had with Jefferson? George’s advice would be the same— he’s needling you, just let it go and don’t let him see it bother you— would just piss Alexander off.

He’d tried dozens of times to explain it to Alexander. Thomas Jefferson was old, conservative and set in his ways. He hated change, immigrants and anything that smacked of liberalism. The fact that Alexander was West Indian, gay and the youngest partner in their law firm— and he’d managed to make partner with only Jefferson’s vote dissenting? That was going to piss Jefferson off and force him to retaliate in petty ways. The fact that Alexander was currently the highest billing partner, who had made their law firm nationally famous for taking on hard to defend pro bono cases and then winning? That was going to make those petty little retaliations both humiliating and public.

That didn’t make them any less painful for Alexander to bare.

“George is that you?” Alexander called out, more forcefully this time.

George sighed. Time to face the firing squad so he could get his cupcakes. He set down the camel colored leather messenger bag that Alex had bought him for their fifth anniversary and slipped his coat off, hanging it on the hook by the door.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he called out as he made his way into the kitchen. “Are you making cupcakes?”

He stopped as he stared at the counter on their kitchen island. There had to be at least six dozen cupcakes laid out, two bags of buttercream icing sitting tip down in glasses next to them. Candied espresso beans in a small bowl waiting to adorn the top of the cupcakes.

His husband stared at him, his long hair a messy bun on top of his head, cocoa powder dusting his cheekbones and a smear of tan buttercream icing— George suspected espresso flavor— smeared across the black apron with ‘check out my sweet buns’ embroidered on it in red that George had surprised him with when they bought the house. He could see Alex’s eyes were red rimmed.

George reached over and hit mute on the kitchen speakers where Alex’s Iphone was docked. “Hard day at the office?”

Instead of answering Alex simply stepped forward and wrapped his arms around George’s waist, burying his head in the front of George’s shirt.

He wrapped his arms carefully around his husband, patting his shoulder and felt Alex’s shoulders heave as sobs finally broke through.

Shit, worse than a petty humiliation then.

“Oh sweetheart,” George crooned. “What did that bastard do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Alex muttered into his shirt and continued to sob. “It’s just…”

“Come on sweetheart, let it out,” George patted his back.

Alex sobbed again and then sniffed. His husband was definitely an ugly snot crier, which for some reason, George found all the more endearing.

“Do you want me to go punch him in the jaw?” George asked, rubbing Alexander’s back, waiting for the other man to laugh.

That was their routine. Alexander would rage, George would offer to do Jefferson some bodily harm, Alex would laugh and then they would go on about their evening.

“Please,” Alex whispered and George froze. No laughs. No rolled eyes. No muttering about what a barbarian George was. This had to be bad. “Just… please… yes, go punch him in the face. You punch him and I’ll resign and we’ll sell the house and go somewhere where people aren’t huge, flaming syphilis infected dicks.”

George felt his shoulders tighten as he began planning all the ways he could make Thomas Jefferson’s life hell. “What did he do?”

“We had a partners meeting,” Alex whispered into George’s chest. “And it was my turn to choose the restaurant. So I talked to Lafayette and arranged for him to open Henriette for us for lunch.”

“Nice.” George whistled. “What’s that going to cost you in favors?”

“I’m his partner in the gingerbread house contest at the community center,” Alex whispered. “Sorry.”

“Damn it Alex,” George huffed. “We’ve got a four year winning streak going with that contest and you throw me over to impress your partners with a fancy French chef? You should have tried bribing him with cookies instead.”

His husband let out a soft giggle. “He hardlined at gingerbread houses.”

“Fine. But you can forget naked Christmas tree time. I’m on sex strike until the New Year. Now, what did Jefferson do to ruin not just your lunch but my Christmas?”

“He made a big deal of explaining the menu to me,” Alexander whispered. “Because obviously someone like me wouldn’t know what to order in a 5 star Michelin restaurant.”

“Ass,” George muttered. “Did you order in French just to piss him off.”

“No.” Alex shook his head against George’s shirt front. “Lafayette stepped in and tried to defend me. He told Jefferson that not only did I have a thorough knowledge of French food, I was an accomplished cook myself. In fact, if I ever decided to stop practicing law he’d happily hire me to run his kitchen. And Jefferson…” He sobbed again.

“Jefferson…” George prompted.

“He looked at me, with all the other partners watching and said ‘I’m not surprised. I’ve always suspected little Alex here was the wife.’ And I didn’t know what to say. Everyone just sat there and stared and it was just horrible. Finally Franklin cleared his throat and suggested we start the meeting with the intern applications.”

“And no one said anything to Jefferson?” George asked, rage filling his chest.

“No one.” Alex shook his head. “Not that I blame them. You could tell no one knew what to say. Everyone just sat there, staring at the table, not looking at each other. No one could even meet my eyes for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Okay.” George rubbed his back. “You’re okay. Why don’t you go upstairs and run yourself a bath and—”

“I’ve got cupcakes in the oven.”

“I’ll get them out and set them aside to cool,” George answered. “You go run a bath and I’ll be up in just a few minutes with a glass of wine and I’ll wash your hair and we can just have cupcakes for dinner tonight. How does that sound?”

Alex sniffled and nodded his head. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” George whispered and pressed a kiss to his husband’s head. “And just so you know, I have never once thought of you as my wife.”

Instead of answering Alex let go of George and slipped out of the kitchen, his head down and his shoulders still slumped.

Once George was sure he was gone he reached into his pant’s pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He found Franklin in his contacts and put the phone to his ear. “Ben, it’s George Washington.”

“Hey George,” Ben sounded nervous. “How are you? How’s Alexander?”

“I’m fine,” George brushed the other man’s question about Alexander aside. “This is just a quick business call. You know that IPO you wanted to invest in? The Google backed thing?”

“Yes…” Franklin’s voice sounded cautious.

“Well, it seems like it’s oversubscribed. And I’ve talked to my partners and as much as we’d like to? Well we’re just not going to be able to squeeze you in for any shares.”

“I…”

“Same with that new pharmaceutical stock. ImGen? It’s oversubscribed as well.”

“But…”

“In fact,” George continued. “I think you’ll find all of our IPOs are going to be oversubscribed Ben. Every single one. Our practice? It’s just booming and we have so many investors wanting in that we’re just not going to be able to help you at this time.”

“I see…” Ben’s voice was faint.

“But don’t worry,” George continued. “Even though I’m busy, I’ve got a new guy on your account. Kid named Laurens. A legacy student just out of Wharton. He talks a bit slow but he’s good people. And he’s got all kinds of great new ideas on how to manage your account. And don’t worry, those rumors about how many times it took him to pass the Series exams? That’s just gossip. I mean who doesn’t get a little nervous the first three times they take the test?”

“I…”

“You have a good night now Ben,” George continued. “I hear my little wifey calling me to dinner.”

He hung up just as the microwave timer beeped.

He grabbed the oven mitts, pulled the cupcakes out and set them aside to cool before turning off the oven. There. Cooled cupcakes, Jefferson soon to be dealt with, and all he needed was a glass of wine to help set his husband’s mind back to rights.

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theindigomillennialchronicles · 7 years

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Blog Entry 0

Sat 08/26/2017

So I’ve decided to give blogging a try. I already tweet a lot of bs so I might as well vent and release all the creativity I have spinning around my head like a narcotic.

I labeled this ‘blog entry 0’ because I weirdly believe the number zero gets no true respect. Before the numbers start, there’s a zero. Right? Well my first blog entry is zero. Idc if it makes you uncomfortable tbh.

I’ll make this one about me. Explain who I am, and maybe some of my core beliefs. Although there are so many beliefs in basis of my personality, built upon each other like legos of my life experiences, that I might not remember them all right now.

You’ll get to know me more as time goes on. I hope, at least. Or you might think I’m bloody insane. Yes, I say bloody a lot. No, I’m not British, but after a childhood of Harry Potter obsession it kinda just happens. I curse a-fucking-lot too. Also don’t give a shit if it bugs you.

Basics about me. I’m 24 years old. Friends call me Day. I’m married, to my Beautiful Gorgeous wife. I was born in Puerto Rico, raised in Philadelphia, P.A-U.S.A

Hopped back and forth between P.R and Philly so there’s a lot of hood in me. Don’t confuse that for uneducated, I force myself to be better intellectually every day.

I think I might have social anxiety, or idk wtf it is honestly. I just know I want to be the best version of me, but when attention is on me I freak the fuck out internally. It’s like a weird feeling of being judged by absolutely everyone. Maybe I need a shrink. Hmm.

Anyways, my favorite color is green. I play guitar a bit, and love to sing. Although I don’t do it in front of people anymore. I used to draw a lot too, that went to hell. I think growing up has ruined a lot of the things in me that made me, me.

One thing that hasn’t gone away though, is my love for writing. I started writing in 7th grade, I just transferred my dreams to paper. Made them short stories. My mother used to rip them up. She’s super religious, I’m gay. Do the math. She didn’t like the stories. It made me lose hope in my dreams. Then during a horrible relationship I got back into it. It was like riding a bike.

What else can I tell you about me? I’m an old soul. No, not in the stupid way most trendy people use it now a days. I legit feel out of place in society. My generation is too into social media, and luxuries. I really, more than anything in my life, want to buy some land, build a cabin and live off the map. In the mountains somewhere. I hate the city, the way people are always angry, the way they drive impatiently, the way they judge one another, the way they try so hard to look better than one another. It poisons me.

I absorb all the bad energy. As an Indigo child, it just happens to me. We’ll go out to run some errands, my wife and I, and my mood will shift. The moment I’m around society I tense up, their senseless selfishness, and inconsiderate behavior makes me miserable.

I drive for a living, so imagine how horrible it feels. People are just fucked up nowadays. They think they’re the center of the universe. They demand shit, and expect you to be the one to move out of the way when you’re walking through small hallways. They speed on the highway, and get pissed at your for going the speed limit. They text and drive, not giving a fuck that they could kill someone.

It gets to me when I see people in the supermarket just standing right in the middle of the aisle, blocking the way. How can you just do that? I get so anxious, because I don’t like making people feel stressed. Like how can you not care or think about the people who might be in a rush and need to get through?? How fucking selfish can you be?

Anyways, yeah I’m a millennial and an Indigo, as the title of this Blog so obviously points out. I don’t believe in Religion. I believe in the Universe and the fact that we’re all connected. The way a flock of birds are, or a pack of wolves. Everything is energy, and so are we. Which means energy affects energy. Which means, your energy affects other living things. If you don’t believe that, then idk wtf you’ve been doing on this planet, cause it’s fucking obvious.

I don’t think there will be a specific schedule for this blog. I pretty much will just post when I feel it surge from me. I’m down to answer questions. So hmu anytime.

Well that’s all for todays blog.

Namasté everybody. ✌

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badcowboy69 · 7 years

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You ready for this one Travis!? A7, A17, B9, B12, C1, C5, C6, D1, D2, D5, E1, E8, F5, F10, F11, F12, H1, H8, H9, I1, I6, J1, J5, J6, L1, L2, and L4!

Hooo boy...well, this took a while and it was pretty fun having Travis answer the questions. He was so flattered that you did that! He also hopes he did well as he’s never answered this many questions at one time before! Anyway, long reading ahead! Thanks so much for asking these, we both appreciate it!

A7 Is your OC confident in their reactions to life in general, or do they get embarrassed or easily shamed for it? I.e., if something startles them, do they insist it WAS scary? When they cry, do they feel like they overreacted?

Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of in how you react to life. So yeah, I reckon I am confident in those things. Crying though is another story. I don’t like to cry in front of people, especially someone I know or love. Ain’t saying it can’t and won’t happen, but I do all I can to make it not happen. Does that make sense? Really, though, if I cry when I’m angry about something, you best be taking cover because that means seriously bad things are going to start happening.

A17 What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?

Hmmm...I reckon it’d certainly gotta be me taking my motorcycle and trekking across the country to the Commonwealth in search of cats. Lots of unexplored territory to be sure. I ventured into the unknown if you think about it. Had my pip-boy update terrain maps and stuff like that if I found a computer somewheres. I mostly avoided any towns and stayed as far from people as I could. It wasn’t until I got to the DC area where I tried to mingle with folks. They seemed right pleasant and all. Found Boston, found the cats, and found one hell of a guy too. So a’yup, taking a huge risk like that’s gotta be my proudest moment.

B9 What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…

I love sarcastic wit and snappy comebacks the best. But still, anything that makes me laugh I like. I also like making people laugh. Scare pranks are wrong, though. Jokes are meant to be funny, not showing how much of a dick you are.

B12 Your OC orders something to eat and gets their order done in a pretty wrong way, something they can’t just pick off or whatnot to correct, or something major is missing. What do they do?

Well, when having a complaint you should always start with a positive before the negative that way the person you’re talking to don’t get defensive. I’d tell the waiter that this is fantastic and looks or tastes great (if I already took a bite). Then I’d go on to say, however, I really was wanting this or that. Whatever the issue is wasn’t done on purpose or to piss you off so why treat it like that?

C1 Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?

I always had a thing about a true man keeping his word (that goes for the ladies too really). I won’t say or promise anything I don’t mean or don’t intend to do. Hell, I’m even the kind of person where if I promised I’d do something and me and that person had a falling out I’d still try and keep my promise to them regardless. Trust me, I take that pretty seriously. You can’t keep your word then you probably can’t be trusted none either.

C5 Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?

Hmm...reckon it does depend on the situation. I mean, I don’t like unarmed people getting hurt, but if I see some weaponless Fiend out in the desert trying to rape a woman or choke a kid, mark my word they will get a bullet up their ass. Sometimes one’s gotta forget what’s considered morals and do what’s right.

C6, What do they do when they see someone asking for money or food? If they ignore them, why? If they help, how so?

I’ve been told I’m a phil...umm...philly antro pissed or something like that. I got more caps than I really need and already do a bunch of donations to the Bitter Springs Refugee Camp and to Fort Mormon. Ain’t too many people in Freeside or in New Vegas begging for money or food these days, but out in the Mojave it’s something that unfortunately happens from time to time. I do what I can to help them, but not to the point where they become a leech. I ain’t nobody’s father.

D1, How religious is your OC? What do they practice, if anything? If they don’t associate with any religion, what do they think of religion in general?

Ain’t religious. I reckon you can say I’m spiritual of sorts, but I don’t follow anything set. I mean, it’s pretty nice thinking someone or something out there is watching over me. But I’m not sure what to make of it. Religion, well, no. It’s all an organized cult if you think about it. No thanks.

D2, Do they believe in an afterlife?

I am torn on this one. I’d like to think there’s something in the great beyond. I know I was pretty much dead after getting shot, but I don’t remember much of that let alone what came afterwards.

D5, Do they believe in ghosts? If not, why? If so, do they think they’re magical/tie into their religion, or are they scientifically plausible?

I’ve seen a lot of unexplained shit out in the Mojave and sometimes I’ve even been helped by a mysterious stranger of sorts from time to time. Ain’t sure if they were a ghost or not, but I have a feeling we ain’t exactly alone.

E1, Would you say that your OC is intelligent? In what ways? Would your OC agree?

I think I’m pretty dang smart. Now, I know I ain’t no genius or anything and I surely don’t have the smarts a lot of other people have, but, I think I still am rather intelligent. In battles I plot things out instead of rushing head-first into them. I can learn things rather quickly and know a lot about a lot. Lots of my smarts got me out of situations that could have gone very badly otherwise. I know I still got lots to learn, or relearn rather, but then again who doesn’t?

E8, What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?

Hate to even answer this, but probably getting involved with a certain NCR First Recon Sniper is my biggest regret. Now don’t go telling me crap about that ‘loved and loss’ shit...trust me...I would have much rather to not know what that loss felt like or even that love. I used to wonder if he only got involved with me ‘cause he didn’t think he’d live much longer or something and wanted to feel affection one last time.

F5, How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?

Ain’t much I can’t fix, really. Robots, appliances, guns... Hell, I fixed up a motorcycle by using the energy cores from Mister Handy robots in order to make it run. If that don’t say handy then I don’t know what would. Currently I’m studying the old Giddyup Buttercup toys. What’s a cowboy without a horse? Gonna make me a full sized one using the old toy as a model as well as pre-war books to help me understand how those critters functioned.

F10, Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?

Is playing a guitar arts? Probably not. Ummm...I do draw once in awhile, but ain’t nothing too fancy or spectacular. Not sure if writing is considered an art, but I do that dang good. Painting, not so much. I tried and it’s horrible. Acting...well, I suppose I can be good at that. I was told I can bullshit my way out of anything.

F11, What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation? How did they get into it? What part of it do they like the most?

You sure you want me to be answering something like this? Sex! Ok ok I’ll be serious! I like to fish in the non-radiated waters of Lake Mead. Got into it because I like to eat hah! I like to camp and I do like to explore. Got into that because it was a part of my life as a courier and from what I can scantly recall, when I was a cowboy at a brahmin run. Riding my motorcycle is a big thing for me. Once I got one of those working it opened up a whole new world.

F12, Would they enjoy a theme park?

Ahhh yes! Riley’s told me all about those and dang I would have loved to go on some of those rides! In the town of Primm there’s a broken down roller coaster thingy that has been sorta repaired. Now the trouble is finding out how to make it work and get the cars for it. Yeah, I know that ain’t a theme park, but I’ll take what I can get.

H1, What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?

Lots of questions in one in this thing, didja notice that? Lordy...anyhoo, I’m a confirmed bachelor (which means gay). Ain’t never been a source of stress for me. Women, now that’s a source of stress. Lordy, you tell some of them you’re gay and they look at you like you’re crazy or they say stupid shit like they can make you forget all about that and turn. As for being pretty sure of my orientation, as far back as I’m able to remember, my answer is yes and it’s still a very solid yes right now. I am romantic and I am sexual, but to only one person.

H8, What’s your OC’s idea of a perfect date?

Oh, now you’re wanting to see the mush side of me, huh? Reckon it would be to get all dressed up in something snazzy. Make the first stop somewheres nice to eat. Have some wine maybe while we chat about stuff. Afterwards take a small stroll arm in arm to a lake or a nice place facing west. I’ll build a campfire and we can watch the sunset when it happens. Just the two of us enjoying the outside and peace in each other’s company is the best really. Good food followed by good company all sound perfect to me.

H9, What are some things that your OC finds to be an instant turn-off in potential partners?

Man, I don’t like hateful people or people stuck on themselves. I also really dislike loud-mouth drunks or people who can’t take no for an answer. I reckon, too, anyone that’s mean to critters can be part of the list.

I1, What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?

HOT! I love hot and spicy foods. People say I probably burned my tastebuds to hell from eating hot stuff so much, but that ain’t true. I also have a sweet tooth and do like fruity flavors as well.

I6, Could they eat the same thing they enjoy over and over and not get bored of it quickly?

Oh heck yeah! I can probably eat jalapenos all the time and most certainly a nice brahmin rib-eye steak! I like to drink beer and not get bored of it, but is that considered a food?

J1, Where does your OC stand most politically? What would they align with most?

For me as long as the cause is just and has the interests of the people and critters I’ll support them.

J5, Are they or would they protest for a cause they’re passionate about?

Yeah, I would protest something as long as the meanings behind it are just. Sometimes people bitch about something just to bitch and it makes things worse. I can’t stand that. Stand up for what you believe in, but make sure it’s really what you want and will change things for the better.

J6, How do they react to people whose political viewpoints are very opposite of theirs?

As long as they don’t shove it in my face I really don’t pay them much mind. We’re all allowed to have different likes and viewpoints. However, like in the case of Caesar’s Legion...no. That’s bad! You’re bad! End of story!

And now for the section directed at me, Travis’ mun!

L1, How have your characters changed since you created them?

Travis has been part of me ever since I was a little cowgirl. He went from me being a cowboy riding a palomino stallion to becoming a created video game character taking over New Vegas in Fallout New Vegas. He then went on to age six years so he could be involved in the life of a certain sole survivor (and simply be involved in the Fallout 4 world). Travis is also alive and well in the world of Sims 4. Not too much has changed with him, but with him becoming more “alive” in the Fallout world it’s been amazing and fun developing him.

L2 What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?

He’s always a country boy in western garb. Even in his Sims life he can be found sporting a cowboy hat and boots, playing a guitar, loving country music, and just being a sweet good ole boy.

L4! Would you hang out with your OC if you could?

Even though he is pretty much me for the most part, yes, I would most certainly hang out with him. He’s a fun, and loving great guy who is very playful and kind.

#ask #abouttravis #long post #thank you for sending these #free-hugs-for-ghouls

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warriorgays · 7 years

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I'm going to ask the most broad and annoying question so forgive me, but what happened to everyone after Through the Gay Days ended? I have never been more invested in a group of characters in my life and I desperately want them all to be happy, whatever form that takes, in the end. Also! what other sources did you draw from besides Coming Out Under Fire? I was so impressed with how well researched everything was. 💖

OH MAN I didn’t expect to actually get a question, lol!! And that’s one I’m happy to answer, because I did think a lot about it. idk if I’m ever going to actually write a follow up, because my WIP list is soooo long and, tbh, the 50s are SO DEPRESSING in terms of LGBT stuff.

IT TOOK ME AN HOUR TO WRITE THIS UP. I APOLOGIZE. UNDER A CUT BECAUSE HOLY FUCK. I apologize for any typos but I’m just publishing instead of proofreading because what the fuck.

In terms of sources... I really think Coming Out Under Fire was the main “intentional” one. I have a BA in history and I’m getting my MA right now, so I’ve READ a lot of history and probably unconsciously drew on a lot. the other one I can definitely think of is Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers, by Lillian Faderman, which covers lesbian U.S. history from the early 1900s to the 1980s. she draws on COUF for her 40s chapter (which is kind of a bummer because I was hoping for more WWII lesbian-specific content lol), but she’s good at covering some of the broad-strokes history of sexuality and LGBTQ identity. Becoming Visible by Molly McGarry is a really cool illustrated history, too, I’ve read that a few times over the years.

SO, for post-war lives, I’m going to warn you real quick it does get depressing for everybody for a little bit because uhhh the 50s fucking sucked? Faderman talks about this a lot, and actually Stephanie Coontz is a good source too--she has this book titled The Way We Never Were, which basically debunks the idea of “the ~traditional~ family” and looks at the ways our perceptions of society’s values have changed. and one thing she points out is that the 1950s are really the first time when society looks at single men--all single men--and thinks “there must be something WRONG with them.” before that, people were willing to accept that some dudes just didn’t want to get married, for plenty of reasons that had nothing to do with homosexuality, but in the 50s everyone was so gungho about The Family that anyone not into it was looked at with suspicion. add that to the whole “homosexuals are susceptible to Communist blackmail, better fire them all” and things fucking sucked.

I PROMISE HAPPY ENDINGS, THOUGH, because the whole “LGBTQ people lived depressing lives until these Enlightened Times” trope is my least favorite trope ever.

SO, for Gene Roe, my first thought for his post-war life was this Gaslight Anthem lyric that @antiquecompass prompted me for a Snafu/Roe fic foreverrrrrr again: “I’m in love with the way you’re in love with the night.” so I imagine that Snafu comes home, and they try to just settle into things as usual, but Snafu starts really pushing Gene’s buttons. being more snide, being disrespectfully obvious about being nonmonogamous (like it’s one thing to go cruising and another to bring dudes home to the apartment you’re sharing with your boyfriend, COME ON MAN), trying to pick fights. and of course the impetus for all this is Snafu struggling with PTSD and thinking that Gene is too good for him but not being able to end it himself. of course Gene doesn’t put up with this bs, so one day Snafu finally admits he’s doing this because he’s afraid the war turned him into kind of a fucked up asshole, and Gene’s like “you were always a fucked up asshole? what’s your point? I love you?”

so then things kinda simmer down. Gene’s not Officially a doctor anymore, but he and Snafu live in an apartment building in the poorer part of the city with a lot of ~ethnic~ folk nearby some black neighborhoods, so he does some informal community doctoring around those buildings, and that earns him enough goodwill that he and Snafu don’t really have to worry about getting caught out. it’s the kind of neighborhood where a lot of people have to... bend the law a bit to get by, to be happy, whatever, so people trade food and skills as needed and there’s always an alert if the cops are coming by. it’s a good place for them. they’re happy. I’ve only really thought ahead like ~ten years, but I can imagine them eventually moving on when the community moves on, you know, whether to another city or somewhere a little more rural, depending, and that being okay. and I think, with Gene’s influence, and seeing how strong the ties are between the Pansies with Parachutes(TM), Snafu is able to reach out to Sledge and Burgie and the rest more than irl/show canon.

Babe and Spina are the other two that totally make it, soulmates, heartbreakingly cute. but I promised a little heartbreaking, so basically my idea is that they actually move in together a little while after the war, but at some point Babe’s mom realizes what’s up and... does not take it well. gives him an ultimatum, break up with Ralph or she won’t let him near the family, which Babe finds agonizing because he’s really close with his family but Ralph doesn’t have very many relatives, at least not close by (in this verse at least), and even if he could bring himself to break up with Ralph, at this point he doesn’t think his mom will ever treat him the same anyway.

in my head there’s a really sweet scene when Ralph finds out what happens and a lot of hugging and comforting. but yeah. that briefly sucks. what DOESN’T suck is when Babe decides, after a few months, that he has to tell Bill (because Bill has gotten so close to the Heffrons that of course he notices when Babe suddenly isn’t speaking to them), and Bill proves himself to be a total Bro who decides that, well, the typical idea of a homosexual CLEARLY doesn’t fit Babe and Spina so... it’s all good? like c’mon they went through a war together, that’s worth something, right?

I think eventually Babe and Spina move, too. not super far, just maybe to, idk, New York, Pittsburgh, Baltimore, somewhere they can visit everyone but maybe far enough to put some distance between them and bad memories, and also because South Philly is small when your family isn’t speaking to you, you know? possibly they end up in the same city as Luz and Tipper (see next), I’m not 100% sure but I’m vaguely attracted to the idea of everybody ending up on a commune, lol.

so I think I’m probably meanest to Luz, because I imagine him getting arrested at some point. sorry, boo. his reaction is to pay the fine and slink out, and get out of dodge for a while to avoid his family getting any blowback, and he ends up visiting Tipper, who’s really frustrated (which I alluded to a bit at the end of Through the Gay Days) because he just doesn’t click with his old friends as much and he hasn’t had a lot of luck romantically. and again I have this clear scene in my head of Tipper helping Luz dress in drag for the first time, lots of giggling and teasing, but Tipper doesn’t really do drag anymore because he can’t keep his balance in heels, and they end up talking about their frustrations and venting and whatnot. and eventually Luz is like “you know what? fuck it! run away with me!”

and Tipper’s like “fuck it, let’s do it!” so they just kind of live a semi-nomadic life? idk, maybe not really nomadic, but they get jobs that let them move/travel, so they don’t have the pressure of expectations. I’m on the fence about whether they do this as lovers... I would say not, like, REALLY. like possibly a friends with benefits thing (and I’ll point out that Luz is one of the only other named characters who interacts with Tipper, other than Liebgott, because Tipper’s in charge of the map during the Major Horton scene, so that chemistry could totally work). because they’re, like, the two from the fic whose relationships don’t end up going anywhere, and I don’t want them to pine after the Joes forever, and they don’t, but sometimes people just don’t find their soulmates, it happens, and they can at least make each other happy.

this is one of those verses where I’ve decided Liebgott gets to keep his wife-and-kids dream. I do think he’s gay in this verse, and when he gets engaged he writes a letter to Tipper basically seeking closure, admitting he dealt with things in kind of a shitty way and admitting it might be nice to have a Gay Posse, but he also takes his marriage seriously even if it’s not a love match, and doesn’t seek romantic or sexual encounters with men. idk if Joe Toye actually gets married in this verse, but I don’t see him as gay. if we were to retroactively apply the Kinsey scale, I’d say he’d be a 1 or a 2, in which the situational aspect of war kind of pushed him towards interactions that he may have subconsciously desired, but definitely wouldn’t acknowledge in a normal time and place.

as for Chuck! I kind of like the future I give Chuck, partly because he conveniently is from the LA area. so for him, I imagine that at some point Ron Speirs just kind of shows up on his doorstep one day and they become, like, an actual Thing. and it’s good for a couple of years, but Ron seems... restless. and eventually Chuck sits him down and flat-out says “look, I really don’t think you’re cut out for this settled-down long-term-relationship kind of thing. we had a good run, we can part on good terms, but you can travel and have adventures and do all the stuff you want to do.” and then, correctly, points out that one of the reasons Speirs is so reluctant to do that is because he feels guilty for Chuck getting shot, which doesn’t really make any sense. Chuck’s only request is that Ron NOT GO BACK INTO THE ARMY, because fuck Korea, have you heard how many gay soldiers are getting kicked out of the military nowadays? Speirs agrees and they break up amicably.

(is Chuck still in love with him? yes. does it hurt like a motherfucker? yes.)

ANYWAY. the L.A. is where the Mattachine Society, the first official homosexual organization in the country, was founded in 1948... or maybe 49. I forget. the founder started asking around a while before he found people who were actually willing to join up. I figure Chuck eventually joins up and is the first of the Pansies with Parachutes(TM) to really develop a political gay identity. and through that org he eventually meets Beth, a lesbian who’s just broken up with her gf and is kind of panicking because now she might have to leave her apartment and go back to her parents in Nebraska, and they become fast friends and fuck it, why not get married? it’s good cover, and I could have also gotten a chance to talk about the working class lesbian bar scene in the 1950s, which is a cool topic.

if this were a formal fic, I would end it with 1952, when the entire group reunites in honor of the 10-year anniversary of them meeting at Toccoa. since it’s not, suffice to say they do have all-group reunions, and they also visit each other and call and write letters and stay friends 5ever. at some point Babe and Spina have a not-wedding (there’s a picture of a wedding in the 50s with two grooms in flower crowns in Becoming Visible, I love that picture) and they all come and celebrate. OH and at some point between Luz getting arrested and meeting with Tipper, he definitely visits Gene in Louisiana and they make out a bit. because, tbh, I caught a bit of UST in Through the Gay Days--I don’t know if it’s a ship I’d ship in any other verse, lol, but in this verse I feel like they need to make out.

anyway. eventually the 50s end. I want to say that by the time Stonewall happens, either Tipper&Luz or Babe/Spina (both??) are living in NYC and for three days everyone is frantically calling each other going “DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THIS???” and Chuck becomes totally into the California gay scene, and Babe’s nieces and nephews eventually reach out to him, Tipper and Luz either... idk, become real boyfriends or get hot younger boyfriends and become Wise Gay Dads to the younger crowd. Snafu and Gene grow old together, as hard as it is to imagine old Snafu.

EVERYBODY IS HAPPY AND FRIENDS AND GAY, THE END.

#onlythenuns

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adorkablephil · 7 years

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Fic: Happily Ever After 2 (Blessings)

Title: Happily Ever After Rating: Teen (for Dan’s language, as usual) Summary: Dan proposes marriage, but Phil's reaction isn't quite what he'd been expecting or hoping for. Word Count for This Chapter: 2.6K Genre(s): Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposals, Gay Marriage, Commitment, Relationship Issues Author’s Note: While the overall arc of this story is going to be a fluffy “strong couples can overcome adversity together” sort of thing, it might get rocky along the way. Also available on AO3 here

[Masterlist of all “Happily Ever After” chapters on Tumblr]

Chapter 2: Blessings

While they were waiting at Baggage Claim, Dan pulled out his phone and started texting. Luckily, Phil was used to this antisocial behavior on Dan’s part and just seemed to amuse himself with people-watching while they waited for the machine to start whirring and spitting out bags.

To: Phil’s Mum

Hello, Kathryn. We’ve arrived at the airport and will be on our way shortly. I have a favor to ask, though. I would really like to speak to all of you for a bit without Phil there. Is there any way we could find some time alone, maybe today or tomorrow?

Dan always used capital letters, punctuation, and relatively correct grammar when texting either of Phil’s parents, as a gesture of respect. He’d only just put his phone back in his pocket when it dinged.

From: Phil’s Mum

So happy you boys have arrived safely and we look forward to seeing you! Martyn and Cornelia are already here. I’m quite intrigued by your mysterious request, but of course we can find a way. When you arrive, after you’ve settled in, I’ll send Phil out for leeks.

Leeks? Dan’s brow furrowed as he pondered the eccentricities of Kathryn Lester. Where had she come up with leeks, of all things, as the manufactured distraction to get Phil out of the house? But, sure enough, after he and Phil arrived at the Lesters’ residence and had greeted everyone and settled into their room, Kathryn asked Phil to run to the shops, because she’d forgotten to get the leeks she needed for the soup for dinner.

“You want me to drive your car to the shops?” Phil asked incredulously.

“Yes, dear. It won’t take but a moment.” Kathryn smiled, all innocence.

Phil eyed her in confusion, knowing that his parents were well aware of his lack of driving expertise, but then shrugged. “Okay I guess. Let’s go,” he said, turning to Dan.

Dan looked in dismay to Phil’s parents and saw them exchange a look as well. “Oh no, Phil, leave Dan with us!” Phil’s dad exclaimed. “We’d love to catch up a bit!”

Phil frowned, looking even more puzzled, and glanced at Dan, who gently shooed him out the door. “I’ll be fine. See you when you get back.” They didn’t often kiss in front of Phil’s parents, but Dan kissed him on the cheek to reassure him and Phil left.

“So what’s this all about?” Phil’s mum asked Dan almost immediately after the door had closed behind Phil’s retreating back.

Dan cleared his throat. “Um. Could we all sit down?” He gestured awkwardly toward the lounge. Not only Phil’s parents but also Martyn and Cornelia seated themselves and Dan perched on the edge of one of the chairs.

“Okay. So. You’ve all been really nice to me for so many years. And Phil has made me so happy. And I think I’ve made Phil happy, too. And you’ve made me feel almost like a part of your family…”

Phil’s mum interrupted him. “Dan, love, you’ve been a member of this family since the first time you walked through that door.” Dan refrained from pointing out that the first time he’d come through that door, the rest of the family had been out of town, and he and Phil had gotten up to some antics his parents probably would not have approved of at the time.

Instead, Dan smiled at her in thanks, then continued, “Well, I would sort of … well … I’d like to make it official. Be officially a part of your family.” He looked from face to face, feeling a bit nervous even as he knew how much they cared about him. “I know it might seem kind of old-fashioned, but I really respect and love you all and I was hoping to get your blessing…”

“You’re getting married!” Cornelia squealed and jumped out of her seat to run over and hug Dan tightly. He returned the hug with a huff of relieved laughter.

Dan’s parents were beaming at him and Martyn came to give him a hug with an affectionate slap on the back.

“Oh sweetheart!” Dan’s mum gushed, tears in her eyes. “I couldn’t be more happy for you and my sweet Philly. I’m sure you’ll be so happy together. Of course, you already are, but … oh, my baby getting married! I knew you two would eventually!”

Both Phil’s parents came to hug Dan as he explained quickly, “I haven’t actually said anything to Phil yet. I wanted to get your blessing first.”

Phil’s father’s gaze was fond as he said, “We’ve been hoping for this for years, Dan. We’ve seen the two of you together and seen how happy you make our boy, and we just … knew.” He shook Dan’s hand, which felt a bit formal after they’d already hugged, but it also felt officially fatherly in an old-fashioned way and Dan found he liked it. “You’re the right one for our Phil,” Phil’s father said firmly. “You had our blessing long before you asked for it.”

Now it was Dan who was tearing up, but he looked around at Phil’s family and felt the love and acceptance they were all radiating toward him, and he couldn’t help but smile through the tears. He laughed a little. “I guess now I just have to get him alone at some point. I was hoping to ask him down by the beach…”

“Don’t you worry,” Kathryn assured him. “We’ll all go for one of our walks tomorrow, and the rest of us will find some excuse to come home and give you two your privacy.”

Kathryn was true to her word. The six of them took a walk together along the shore the next afternoon, until Phil’s dad said his back was hurting and he wanted to head back. Everyone agreed, but Kathryn shooed Dan and Phil to continue on. “No reason you boys can’t enjoy a romantic walk on the beach alone!” She winked at Dan.

Phil rolled his eyes, laughing. “You ship us more than our fans do!”

Kathryn replied pertly, “That’s because I know it’s all true, dear.”

Dan pulled at Phil’s hand. “Come on. Let’s walk just a bit more, then we can head back.”

They walked in companionable silence for a while, as they had so many times before. But this time was different. Phil just didn’t know it yet.

“You’re my best friend, you know.” Dan began after a while.

Phil’s laugh was like wind chimes with the sound of the ocean. “I think the entire internet knows that, Dan.” He turned to grin, and Dan returned the bright smile.

They continued walking hand-in-hand for a while before Dan continued, “I think being best friends is the best foundation for a relationship. I think that’s why things have been so good for us for so long.” Phil just nodded amiably, looking out at the gray sea that stretched to the pale blue horizon.

“I know you, all the good and bad, and you know me just as well. You accept me the way I am, and I accept you exactly the way you are. We respect each other, and I think that’s key to a good relationship, too.” Dan wasn’t watching his feet as they walked. He was watching Phil’s face, and Phil was beginning to look a little uncomfortable, but maybe it was just that he was starting to realize where this was going and maybe he’d been planning to propose soon, too. Dan felt just the tiniest bit smug that he’d gotten here first.

He stopped walking, and the clasp of their hands forced Phil to a stop, too. Dan reached out his other hand to cradle Phil’s cheek and turned his face so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. Phil’s eyes were somehow the same color as both the sky and sea right now, but still with that magical circle of yellow in the center. Like the sun couldn’t help but always shine a little from within him, showing that tiny bit through his eyes.

“I am in love with you, Philip Lester. And I know in the depths of my heart, I know for sure that I will never say those words to another person for the rest of my life. You are it for me.” Dan smiled, but those butterflies were going crazy in his stomach now. This was the start of the proper speech he’d been practicing in the bathroom mirror so many times. These were the words he would always remember, and that would hopefully mean as much to Phil.

“I trust you with everything that I am,” Dan continued earnestly, “and I am infinitely honored every time you show me that you trust me the same way. I believe in our bond, that it’s been forged through years of partnership and respect and love, that it is stronger than anything that can possibly be thrown our way.” Phil’s eyes had widened. He clearly did know what was happening now, and Dan knew that the dawning smile of joy would emerge soon.

Dan dropped his hand from Phil’s face to take both Phil’s hands in his, facing him and still looking into his eyes, wanting Phil to see the wholeness of the love sufficing every molecule of his body. “But listen to this part, Phil, because this is important. You also make me laugh. That may not sound so important, but you have made me laugh every single day that we’ve been together. Every single day.” Dan marveled at that thought alone, as he always did when he thought about it. How could one person have that much power to bring brightness and light to the darkness he’d always thought was his only possible fate? He swallowed, a little overwhelmed, and continued, “Even during my darkest times, times when I wasn’t sure I even wanted to keep going, when I was on the verge of giving up, you always found some way of making me see something funny and could always make me laugh. And laughter is healing. You healed me, Phil. You heal me a little more every day, every time you make me laugh. You make me a little more whole.” He thought of those times at university and immediately after, the many times he had doubted himself or lost faith, the times the darkness had crept insidiously to take him over, and Phil had still always managed to make him see some good in the world. Dan’s heart felt tight in his chest. He loved this man so much!

“You have been there for me, you have trusted in me, you have believed in me, and you have made me so very happy … and I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make you as happy as you can possibly be, every day for the rest of our lives.” The sheer emotion of the moment made Dan’s eyes sting, but he wasn’t going to cry. He had sort of hoped, just a little, that Phil might cry, but Phil was just staring into his eyes as if frozen.

“So … what do you say?” He released Phil’s hands to reach into his pocket and take out the small velvet box, opening it to show Phil the two rings lying together inside. “Want to spend the rest of our lives making each other happy?” He smiled and looked into Phil’s eyes again.

But Phil just stared at him in apparent disbelief. The silence stretched and began to grow uncomfortable. Sure, Phil could be pretty awkward and might not know what to say in an emotionally intense situation, but this was getting ridiculous. Dan started to ramble nervously, “I know most people get down on one knee, but this beach is pretty rocky and I thought it might hurt. And, anyway, I wanted us to be both standing up, face-to-face, as equals, just like we are every day in our lives together.” He smiled again, hoping. Waiting. Starting to feel a little afraid.

Phil still hadn’t said anything. His mouth was slightly open and white showed all around the sky-ocean irises of his eyes. Dan waited. Nothing. Phil was breathing fast. Dan looked down at his black zippered shoes on the gray stones of the beach, then back up at Phil’s pale pace. His skin was so pale it looked almost white. Or maybe even gray. Dan was getting pretty nervous now. Not the good kind of nervous with the butterflies in his stomach, but the bad kind of nervous with the knot in his stomach. He didn’t understand what was happening. Phil wasn’t supposed to look like that. He was supposed to be smiling his sunniest, happiest smile, whooping for joy and swinging Dan into his arms for a kiss that promised forever. Dan didn’t understand the expression on Phil’s face, an expression he’d never seen in the many years they’d been together, and so he couldn’t seem to stop his mouth, as if he could still perhaps salvage this situation.

“These are just the engagement rings, of course. I thought we could both wear one, to show that we’re equal, that we’re equally committed. The other rings match, but they’re simpler. No stones. I left them at home. For the ceremony, you know?” But Dan was beginning to realize that maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe there wasn’t going to be a ceremony. Because it was becoming increasingly apparent that Phil’s expression was not shocked happiness. It was something Dan thought maybe he was starting to understand and wished he wasn’t seeing.

He’d never considered this possible outcome. Phil was going to say no.

Phil wasn’t meeting his gaze anymore, instead staring down at the rocky beach beneath their feet. Or maybe his shoes. Dan didn’t know, but found himself wondering. It was a silly thing to be thinking about right now. He thought maybe he was literally in shock. Maybe he should go to A&E. He’d ask Kathryn her opinion when they got back to the house. What were the signs of shock? You were supposed to wrap the person in blankets, right?

“Can I think about it?” The words were slightly hoarse, not sounding like Phil at all, but they jerked Dan out of the A&E and back to the beach. He looked into Phil’s eyes, which looked troubled.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“Yeah, sure, of course, I mean, obviously, of course,” Dan babbled automatically, nodding in a rapid, jerky motion like a marionette having a seizure. Phil wasn’t supposed to need to think about it. Hadn’t they both been building toward this moment for years? Hadn’t they discussed their future ad nauseum? Hadn’t they both been thinking about this for a while now? What did Phil still need to think about?

“We should head back,” Phil said, turning away to look down the beach, and his voice sounded as blank and dead as Dan was feeling. “You’re shaking from the cold.” Dan knew it wasn’t the cold, but he didn’t contradict Phil’s words. He just nodded again, stiff and uncoordinated, not meeting Phil’s gaze. Doubting Phil was even looking at him.

They walked back down the beach toward the house in silence, not holding hands this time … like two total strangers who just happened to have wandered into walking side-by-side purely by accident. Not two people who had been growing closer and closer over the course of years. As if they didn’t know each other at all.

Dan realized Phil was right. He was shaking.

His entire world was shaking.

[Continue to Chapter 3: Confusion]

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