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genderqueerdykes · 1 month

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as someone who has been scarred for life by experiences at gay bars, i need people to understand it's beyond tacky to mock people who want queer spaces beyond queer bars- it's dangerous.

let me explain. i went to 2 of my local queer bars a lot last year, as much as i was able to despite being poor. i witnessed a fist fight that was so bloody that ended up with a transmisogynistic drag queen getting hit in the head with a metal baton. the sight caused me to uncontrollably throw up in the bathroom of the club because of how gruesome it was. they had to close down the club and forard people out the back door because of how out of hand this person got- he was screaming transmisogynstic slurs and phrases at the bouncers were were transfem.

i was also sexually assaulted at these places, i was repeatedly groped by several people who i was not interacting with in the first place who found me attractive and decided physically grabbing me on numerous occasions was the way to get my attention. being femme in a queer bar is dangerous even if the people groping you are gay men.

i am also a recovering addict who dealt with alcohol issues in the past and could be considered a recovering alcoholic. i don't want to be around alcohol. i don't want to smell it. it triggers awful memories and also sometimes makes me consider getting a drink, but i can't have one, because the medications i take will cause a fatal reaction- i don't want to be tempted to drink, because it will kill me.

it's not right to mock someone or call them childish or whatever for not wanting to go to a club. whenever alcohol is involved, people's inhibitions are gone and they will do whatever. this includes fighting. i witnessed several other fights. just because it's a queer bar doesn't mean there won't be fights. and it especialyl doesn't m ean that you won't get groped or assaulted because, like i said, since alcohol is involved and it's a bar, there's a high chance this can and will happen.

queer people are not inherently safe angels to be around by virtue of being queer. there are still transphobes in queer bars. tranny chasers come to these bars. homophobic lesbians show up and lesbophobic gay men show up. drag queens and performers bring their cishet friends and family to support their shows. these are not perfect havens. they are not safe. we should not force other queers to interact with inherently dangerous spaces if these are supposed to be our safe spaces.

also these spaces are not friendly to people with disabilities; wheelchair users have nowhere to go especially when it's very crowded. other mobility aids get kicked and knocked over. neurodivergent people can get overstimulated by the deafening music very quickly. photosensitive people can have seizures due to the strobing lights. people with emetophobia like me run the risk of running into those types of triggers. people who are overstimulated by intoxicated people have no choice but to deal with it. dancing is one of the only activities to do other than drink and not many disabled (or even abled) people can dance for extended periods of time comfortably.

not to mention these spaces are not geared toward aromantic or asexual people at all, either. there is a long list of reasons why bars should not be our primary venues of interaction with one another. they serve a specific purpose- for people who want to cruise- but for the rest of us, it's really crucial that we have spaces that provide meaningful interactions with other queers on other levels of our identities.

some people just want to hang out with other queers in a quiet environment and craft, or shop, or drink coffee, or read books together, or just about any other activity on planet earth, and that's not "lame" or "cringy" or bad in any way- these are extremely normal and necessary parts of human interaction that we all require and crave and it's normal to want to do healthy, domestic things with other queers. we need this in our lives.

please take it seriously when people attempt to create queer spaces that don't involve alcohol and bars. it's necessary for our survival and well being as a community.

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steddieas-shegoes · 2 months

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for @thefreakandthehair (and @vecnuthy and @wormdebut while we’re at it) because sometimes you help a baseball player through French class so they can stay on the team and then they end up on the Savannah bananas and you decide to put the fictional men into situations about it *shrugs*

Eddie was going to have to transfer out of this class. This was one of his easiest classes and it was filled with every jock on campus attempting to fill their foreign language requirement with French.

And they were all failing. And annoying. And obnoxious.

And a few of them were also hot.

But Eddie wasn’t gonna focus on that!

He was gonna finish today’s assignment and then head straight to the advising office to find another class that worked with his work schedule.

“Hey,” the guy next to him whispered as the teacher droned on about conjugating verbs. “Do you have any idea what the fuck the homework was?”

Eddie turned to glare at the person, but his face dropped when he noticed who it was.

The campus celebrity: Steve Harrington.

Couldn’t quite make it on the college baseball team, but managed to make the sort-of professional, but mostly joke team Hawkins Hooligans.

Eddie didn’t like sports, never had. He could appreciate that it took skill and whatnot, but he didn’t care much to watch it or make celebrities of people who were just really good at one very specific thing usually involving some kind of ball. But he could appreciate a joke. And this team had jokes.

Steve was actually apparently good enough to play pro, had even been scouted by the MLB his senior year of high school. One week before his professional tryout, he tore a muscle in his shoulder, had to sit for three months and had to do physical therapy for another three, and voila! No pro ball for him. No college either since he missed spring training.

But he still had skill, and he still had a father with a lot of pull in the business, even if it wasn’t quite enough to get him on the Yankees or whatever.

So he was biding his time on the Hooligans until next year when he could try out for the college team again, maybe increase his chances of a real pro career.

Eddie definitely hadn’t watched videos of him during their first few games of the season where they faced the Indy Idols and the Chicago Charades.

He definitely hadn’t gotten a weird flutter in his stomach when Steve had been the one to lip sync to Hot For Teacher while pretending his bat was a guitar.

He definitely didn’t have a crush on Steve.

“Uh. Dude?” Steve asked him again, shaking him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah. It was the study guide for the first quiz. Not due until next class though,” he whispered back.

“Oh. Thanks.”

Eddie turned his attention back to the professor, not really needing to pay attention since he already knew quite a bit of French.

A tap on his shoulder made him yelp, and the entire room turned to him. He waved apologetically before turning to Steve with a murderous look.

“What?” He hissed out.

“Do you understand this?”

“Yes and you probably would too if you stopped talking to me.”

Eddie was ignoring the voice in his head screaming at him to let Steve keep talking to him for as long as he wanted.

“I don’t think that’s it,” Steve huffed before sitting back in his seat and folding his arms across his chest. He mumbled something else that sounded like ‘I’m just stupid’ but Eddie couldn’t be 100% sure.

“A lot of this stuff is just English spelled a little differently.” Eddie sighed. “You could almost definitely figure it out if you took some notes.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Eddie’s brows scrunched together as he glanced at Steve’s red face.

Hm. There was definitely something to unpack here.

“You can borrow mine if you want,” Eddie offered as he watched the professor switch slides on the presentation. “I don’t really need them until the final.”

“Oh!” Steve sounded genuinely surprised by his offer, like he hadn’t been basically asking for help only a moment ago. “You don’t have to do that. I mean, it wouldn’t do much good for me anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Steve had Eddie’s full attention now.

“I’m. I-“ Steve sighed. “I’m dyslexic, man. Reading’s hard for me.”

Well, fuck. Eddie felt like an asshole now.

“Oh.” Eddie looked down at his scribbled notes, cringing at the thought of someone else trying to read them, let alone someone who already struggled with reading from a printed page. “Yeah, my handwriting is shit so it’d probably be useless to you. Shit, it’s almost useless to me.”

Steve snorted, immediately covering his mouth to avoid any more noise from escaping. Eddie could see he was still smiling though. His eyes were very expressive.

“Don’t you have accommodations?” Eddie asked him.

“Nah, my dad doesn’t believe it’s a problem.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Said I just need to focus more and it’ll ‘work itself out.’”

“He sounds like he’s a lot of fun at parties.”

Steve snorted again. “Yeah, a blast.”

“So you aren’t a natural at French?”

Steve shook his head. “I’m barely a natural at English.”

“I could help you?” Eddie was an idiot. An idiot with a crush on someone who would never be interested in anything he had to offer except tutoring.

“Help me? You’d help me?” Steve seemed eager, maybe a little desperate.

Eddie kinda liked that.

“I mean, yeah. If you’re actually willing to put in the work and not expect me to just do the work for you.”

Steve smiled. God, that was a nice smile. Eddie was absolutely fucked.

“I work well with a reward system,” he smirked. “If you’re willing.”

Eddie’s eyes widened momentarily as the realization sunk in that he’d just been flirted with.

By Steve Harrington.

“Oh, I can definitely work with that.”

Steve nodded once, grinned at Eddie as he picked up his pen and ripped off a small piece of his unused notebook paper. He scribbled something down and folded it once before handing it to Eddie.

“Let me know when I need to show up, Eds.”

Eddie unfolded the paper and nearly dropped it.

Stevie H. 555-555-0086 My dorm at 7? No clothes required

When Eddie looked back up, Steve was facing the front, seemingly paying attention to the lecture.

Eddie quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and put Steve’s contact info in. He could wait until after class to send him a text. He could.

Instead, he typed out something quick to hold them both over until later.

Studying naked is my favorite thing 😉

Steve’s knee nudged against his in response.

Maybe Eddie wouldn’t take that trip to advising after all.

And if he was featured on the next TikTok for the Hawkins Hooligans, with Steve fake serenading him in the stands, nobody had to know he didn’t really like sports.

He liked Steve, though. Even when Steve actually managed to play real competitive baseball. Even when Steve managed to get a spot on the Cubs.

Especially when Steve proposed to him during a game in maybe the worst recorded French of all time.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #the team names are ridiculous on purpose #and I put this in college instead of high school because I felt like it #if anyone wants to continue please do #I’m so sleepy and can’t possibly

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bethelighthalazia · 2 months

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Two fill better than one

Summary: Your husbands San and Wooyoung have some very fulfilling fun with you.

Genre: smut (MDNI)

Pairing: Dom!San x Wooyoung x fem!reader

Word Count: 982

Warnings: oral, unprotected sex, double penetration, slightly rough, little bit of aftercare

networks: @newworldnet

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

“Shh, Do you hear this, Wooyoung?” San groans, placing his finger on his lips as he looks over to Wooyoung, who's watching the two of you, your head buried between San´s legs. The only sounds that could be heard were some sloppy, gagging sounds, your naked body convulsing when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat and causing you to almost choke on his cock.

“Shit, Sanie-” A whimpered moan escaped Wooyoung at this sight, his hand palming the bulge that formed in his pants. He had burst into the room while you and San had some fun and the pink haired male made his best friend watch. Sans free hand reaches down, his fingers grasp into your hair to pull you off his length, a mix of his precum and your spit connecting your lips to his crotch. “C’mon, let me have some fun too-”

Wooyoung's words alone let you wiggle your butt, your legs instinctively spreading a little more while being on all four, your head still hovering above San's hard cock. “Shut it, Wooyoung. I told you to wait. And you, jagi, should know better than to be a brat like him.” San hums, his hand caressing your cheek gently before giving it a slap. Sometimes, especially when Wooyoung is involved, you can get quite bratty. The slap stings, but it's not that painful. Even though San tends to be the rougher one between him and Wooyoung, he never truly hurt you.

While San did this, Wooyoung had moved, only wearing his opened shirt, his hard member fully on display for you and San. His hands landing on your ass with a loud smack, drawing a squeak from you. “You've had your fun, Sanie! Besides, she's not yours only, all three of us signed the papers, remember?” Wooyoung's whiney voice let you groan, head tilting so you could shoot him a glance. However, this view just does something to you. His hair lazily brushed back, which accentuates his face even more, especially with his oreo hair. You actually had bribed his stylists to let him keep this hairstyle for a little longer.

Lifting his head a little, San reaches out to you, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, he didn't care about tasting himself on your lips. While moving, you could feel his cock brush against your stomach, his tip perfectly aligned with your entrance. Wooyoung moved too, his hands still on your ass and you could feel his member pressing against your folds as well.

“Boys no- hnng~ we tried that once…you both don't fi-” They don't let you finish this sentence though, drawing a screamed moan from you as they both chuckle and push at the same time, entering the same hole simultaneously. And you were right, both of them at the same time are too big. “Fuck-” Wooyoung's fingertips dig into your butt cheeks, pushing your body forwards a bit. When your hands slip on the ground, you find yourself nestled against San's chest, your lips connecting in a loving kiss as he wraps his arms around you.

Both of them always make sure that you feel safe, you even talked about a safe word in the beginning of your relationship. You never needed it in the previous years of your relationship and you refuse to use it unless really necessary.

The first to move is Wooyoung, very slowly pushing his hips forwards. You could feel him rub against your insides, pushing deeper, but also pushing San deeper into you with this motion. It doesn't take much to tip you over the edge and cause a first orgasm to ripple through your body. Your walls squeezing them hard, both men let out a grunt, San´s head dropping back onto the ground as his hips instinctively move.

“Shi- y/n! Can't even take both her men properly, huh?” Wooyoung moans out in a challenging way, a smirk appearing on his lips when he looks at San over your shoulder. Then, with one fluent and hard thrust, he pushes your hips down. You can feel both their cocks pushing deep into your tight folds, spreading your walls. This is the first time they actually manage to make you squirt from an orgasm. When you're twitching heavily between them, both men chuckle, moving their hips in a steady pace to fuck you through your orgasm.

You could feel them falter after a few more thrusts, your walls squeezing them hard and it doesn't take much longer for both to reach their own orgasms as well, coating your insides in white. Heavily breathing, you just slump onto San, Wooyoung falling forwards and almost squeezing you between himself and his hyung, but he manages to catch himself. When the younger male slowly gets up from you, you feel him slowly pull out, drawing a quiet whimper from you. He breathes slowly for a few moments before he vanishes into the bathroom, San wrapping his arms around you, your whole body shivering and trembling still.

“Lets get some rest, jagi…” San mumbles quietly, his breath going quickly and a deep moan escapes him when he moves and pulls out of you while sitting up. Your arms wrap around his neck instinctively when San gets up, his legs a bit wobbly as he walks over to the bathroom, Wooyoung opening the door, so you and San can enter too, so the three of you can share a bath. Wooyoung already had let in the hot bath, in which San sits down with you, your back leaned against his chest and then the younger also joins, smiling softly as he then kisses you and San. “I love you, boys. So so hmm- much.” You whisper with a loving expression, but soon, your eyes drop shut and you fall asleep in the arms of your beloved husbands.

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onesidedradiostatic · 3 months

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One scene I simply CANNOT get over is the scene where Vox stops Val from going over to the Hotel and making a big scene all because of Angel Dust. Vox seems so disinterested/bored at first and only shows some concern when Val says he's going over to the Hotel. Even then as he's convincing Val not to go to the Hotel, Vox is putting up a similar front he does when talking to the public. It's a usual front you'd expect professional business men to put up when wanting to get a good deal. Or a game show host putting up the front to appear all nice, understanding, and friendly to the contestants and the viewers. Even after Val calms down, Vox seems to still be bored as he starts to rummage through some drawers. Even when Val says someone else is staying at the Hotel, asking "someone who owes you money?" in such done tone. But then Val tells Vox, likely knowing it'll set the TV demon off, casually mentions "the Radio Demon is also there" with a smug grin. That's when Vox reacts. He claws the counter/dresser in anger, asking Val what he said as to reaffirm that "yes, Alastor is at the Hotel and has been for a few days"...and Vox is not happy about it. Not only because his rival, who has been missing for seven years (Vox being the first to announce how long he'd exactly be gone and remembered exactly how long the minute he saw Alastor on the monitor), but that Alastor's been back for around a week...and he's just hearing about this NOW???

Then Val makes his "hey, killing Alastor is your kink~" comment...which Vox doesn't deny. At all. And then Vox literally can't take his eyes off the screen or focus on anything else when he notices Alastor on the monitor. Not even when Val was screaming at him, Vox couldn't stop looking at Alastor. Electricity sparking off his head as he's just so angry and excited that Alastor is back. It's like that one line from Val flipped a switch in Vox's head. Before he was told that, Vox seemed so detached from everything. Like life has become boring. But with Alastor in the picture again? He acts more motivated, interested, and sometimes even manic with how excited he is the fact his rival is in Hell again. I just love how after Alastor is mentioned Vox acts so fucking pathetic and stupid. I often think about that scene, and how you can just see a match being lit in Vox's mind or some shit

I still find it incredibly funny that because of how pathetic vox is when it comes to alastor, it's so easy to forget the fact that he is actually in fact smart and manipulative. him being intimidating towards his employee about the impromptu angelic security production, manipulating val by using leading questions, interpreting val's fucking stupid zero brain cells "put something inside them" comment as having an inside man. like wow! he is actually pretty smart! and scary to his employees! too bad that all goes away when alastor's involved or it would actually be very useful

#ask #osrs.txt #okay technically the inside man one has to do with alastor but tbf it didn't end up working out #maybe being away from any distorted video of alastor or his voice (like in stayed gone) helped him recover some brain cells during it #radiostatic #staticradio #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox

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thisonehere · 4 months

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Hello :3 how are you doing? Hope your okay, Im your new follower and I really love Your writing sooooo I have an idea for a request

What about mk1 men (liu kang, kung lao, Raiden, Kuai liang, Bi-Han,Tomas, johnny cage, kenshi, gares, Syzoth, shang tsung and rain) with fem S/O have a pet bird? A Sun conure and budgie parrots? (I have two sun conure and budgie about ten and they are very cute) and she treats them like her babies, just how I do like overprotective mother, what would be their reaction? Do they gonna love them the parrots?.

Please I love your writing please 🥺🥺🥺

I'm on it!

Mk Men x Pet-owning!Reader

A/n: Omg, this concept is so cute, I love it! Sorry for the wait, this took a lot longer than expected, hope you enjoy💗 Tags: Request, MK1, MK AU, Fluff, The birds! C/w: None

Liu Kang

The man is both confused and lightly amused by this. Before you introduced your pets to him, you often would talk about them so passionately that he assumed they were your child. So imagine his bewilderment when he finally meets them and they're a bird. He finds your connection to the bird strange at first. But as he gets to know the birds, he becomes overly fond of them.

He thinks it is adorable how protective you are of this creature. he finds your dynamic with the bird, in general, very cute. It makes him love you even more with how tender you are with them.

He begins to love your pet so much that he begins to think of them as his own children. When you'd get to the point in the relationship that you trusted him enough, he would start taking care of the birds when you were away. Even when you weren't away he'd sometimes ask to take the bird with him to take care of. He happily parades them all around the Wu Shi Academy and introduces them to the monks.

Your shared love for the bird also brings you closer together as a couple. Whenever you two talk about it's like you are two gloating parents talking about their child. In a way, you two are truly a family, a strange family, but a family nonetheless.

Kung Lao

Okay, he can't lie: he's weirded out by this a little. It's one thing to like your pets, but it's a whole other level to like...love your pets. Also, why do you need so many? That's how he thinks at first.

At first, he doesn't see what you see, he just sees a colourful bird. He often times ignored it whenever he came over, and quickly changed the subject whenever you started to talk about it, etc.

But as he gets closer to you, he also gets closer to your pet as well. He becomes strangely fond of them. He especially starts to love them when you mention how much they like him. Now he really likes these guys. Anyone with that level of good taste has his love. Afterwards, Kung Lao and the birds are basically besties. They're basically inseparable from then on. They are always on him whenever you let them out of the cage, crawling and pecking at his head, screaming into his ear, he likes to take them almost everywhere to show off, and he brags about you and your pet often. He especially likes to show off the Sun conure.

Kung Lao, you, and the bird seem to have formed some kind of close bond. He loves you, you love him, your pet loves you both, and he loves himself. It's a win-win situation for everyone.

Raiden

Raiden was a farmer for most of his life. Because of that loves plants, he loves working in the sun, and he loves animals. So it is no surprise that he loves your bird. He loves their colours, the way they act, and just everything about them.

He sometimes uses his electricity to put on a mini-light show to entertain them. He loves the way they react to the use of his powers. Another thing he loves is how protective and nurturing you get whenever something involves your pet. He can't help but fall in love with you all over again, especially when you threaten to hurt someone for them.

He somehow knows everything about your pet, no doubt thanks to the years of farming as well as from studying at the Wu Shi. He likes to spout random facts of knowledge about them whenever he gets the chance, no matter how awkward the situation might be.

He and the birds are extremely close, it's almost like he can speak its language. You often see them together and seemingly having the most profound conversations. He also likes to get their help whenever he wants to make some form of romantic gesture towards you. Like training it to give you love notes, send you roses, etc. He even begins to teach Morse code to them...somehow.

Kuai Liang

He has never really been an animal person. But he has such a soft and caring nature that he automatically loves them. He somehow understands your close bond with the birds and appreciates your devotion to them.

Being a Warrior and protector of Earthrealm all his life sort of hardened him in certain ways. Thus, he always has to be on edge and willing to spring to violence in an instant. That is part of the reason why he loves the bird so much. With the bird, he has the opportunity to be gentle, and vulnerable even.

He's happy he's met you, and this bird. He loves spending time with the both of you. Whenever he visits he doesn't hesitate to show the bird with gifts. He even does research about the bird just so he can understand it better. His life is so violent, he loves just having moments to step away from it all and have this small and simple life with both of you.

Whenever he sees how gentle and loving you are with these birds, it somehow makes him think about how you would be with a child. He wants to start a family with you someday, but for now, he's content with both of you calling these bird your children.

Bi-Han

He finds your affection for the bird... embarrassing to say the least. "Why care for such small and insignificant beings? You do realize that they'll die eventually, right? Why would you bother to take care of those thongs? What's the point?''As you can guess, he doesn't understand.

He views your love for the birds as "weak" and "pathetic". He doesn't bother to hide his disapproval either, he sometimes backs snide comments about your relationship with the bird.

Bi-Han was raised to be a hardened warrior and leader seasoned to the harsh climate around him, he was never taught gentleness and kindness and he never bothered to try like

Kuai or Tomas. To him, these types of feelings are basically proclaiming to the world that you are weak.

Deep down, he's jealous of your love for them. You don't seem to care how weak this makes you look, you aren't ashamed to love this bird and show it off to the whole world. He admires that, but he'll never let you know.

He isn't so harsh to your pet though, he has tender moments with it. But he doesn't want others to see it, not even you. He does small things for them like giving them small bits of fruit to snack on, he softly holds them in his rough hands, and many other things. He...loves you and the birds, he's especially fond of the two Budgie Parrots, they remind him of his broothers. But he just isn't ready to express it like you.

Tomas

The moment Tomas lays his eyes on your "babies" he is instantly in love. He is obsessed with you and them. He tries to visit as much as possible even if it is just a few hours or seconds. He likes to hold them in his hands, he finds them so cute that sometimes he almost cries with just how adorable he finds them.

He loves the way you get so defensive when it comes to the bird, it reminds Tomas of his mother and the way she'd used to be so protective of him and his sister. It all is such an emotional thing for him, he instantly has a connection with the bird and even considers it a child of his own. For some reason, they remind him of Kuai and Bi-Han for some reason (Maybe because of the color schemes), he feels a strangely close connection to them either way.

The soldiers at the Lin Kuei can't seem to go a day without hearing him gush about you two. He can't help it, he basically views you as his family and he will happily show you off to whoever has an ear.

Besides Kuai, you two are all he has, so he is sure to cherish every moment he gets. He'll even start to suggest that you should get another bird, maybe even more than just one. Why just have one or three? Heck, why don't you have an entire miny bird clan?

Johnny Cage

Okay cool, that's Johnny's first and honest reaction to your close relationships with your pets. Normally he's much more of a dog person, even then, he refuses to let pets into his house out of fear that they'll mess something up.

As you can guess, Johnny has never really been an animal person, he has always preferred the glitz and glamour of the silver screen. The most he has ever been involved with animals were acting roles, he was never really crazy about the concept of pets and doesn't often. But he is always willing to add exceptions to that rule for his s/o, for you this is no different.

He thinks it's adorable all the ways you interact with him, it surprises how close you two are. Once, he slipped up with them and you literally threatened to break his nose if he did it again...he couldn't deny it, he found that kind of hot.

He likes to watch all of his old movies with them. Often interrupts to give a random bts story he remembers when he filmed it. He strangely appreciates how much they listen.

Afterwards, they become unimaginably close, and Johnny begins to spoil the rotten. He buys them limited edition, state-of-the-art stuff for them to enjoy. Only the best for them. You even notice that in his next movie, he has a character that has a bunch of pet birds.

Kenshi

Though he seems like a rough man, he can be quite the big softie. Your bird is adorable, or he thinks he's adorable at least. The man is blind after all so he doesn't have much to go off of about your bird. But he can hear though, and he loves to listen to your birds as they sing and such.

He likes to feel them in his hands, though he can't see them, he can tell just how precious they are. He likes to pet them and feel their feather and their heads. He enjoys the feeling of them eating birdseed and fruit out of his hand. It's all strangely calming for him.

He wishes he could see them. He can see them a little with Sento, but he is certain that isn't enough to do them justice. How he wishes he could see at them, see you.

He likes it when you tell him about them, stories about them, what they're doing right now, your plans with them. It all means so much to him that you share these things with him no matter how small and unimportant you personally think they. Sometimes, you are the ones who keep him sane.

Geras

He is an eternal being, existing for aeons and whatever comes after. So it would only make sense that he would view you and your bird as insignificant, right? No, though he'll no doubt outlive the both of you, he is infatuated with you and your birds. He doesn't seem to notice or care that your existence is just a spec in the timeline compared to his.

He finds you, the birds, and your connection to them beautiful. You and they fascinate him. He has never seen such an adorable thing throughout the timeline he has lived through. He is quite obsessed with the two of you, though he is so stiff and awkward when it comes to displaying his emotions to properly show it.

Whenever he isn't looking over the hourglass, he makes time to visit the two of you as much as possible. He often accidentally scares the both of you when he teleports right behind you. He also leaves sand behind, so that's fun.

He likes to watch you and your birds play, he likes to listen to them chirp, and he also is enthralled with how they look as well. You often find him staring at them with intrigue. He will always refuse to hold them, out of fear of hurting them. He sees you all as fragile, so fragile that he needs to hold back every time out of fear of hurting, maybe even killing you by accident.

Syzoth

Earthrealm is a very strange place compared to Syzoth's home. For one, pets. There aren't a lot of animals in Zeteran Provinces, and they're all likely to violently murder you if you get even a bit close. They all also believed that animals belong to nature, thus they all should be free.

So imagine his surprise and confusion when he gets you a Sun Conure and Pudgie Parrots as pets. Most of Earthrealm's inhabitants have pets also.

He is perplexed by all of this, the way you just keep them in the house, how they let you feed them, how you consider them your "babies". What shocked him the most is that you keep them in some kind of a cage, he finds that quite disturbing.

Still, he has to admit your love for them is quite adorable, weird, but adorable. Syzoth finds the way you are so nurturing to them quite alluring and beautiful on your part, even though he doesn't understand why you'd do it in the first place.

Shang Tsung

He at first thinks of this as a very amusing thing. The way you faun over them as if they were your children entertains him. He can understand the feeling, he has had many pets that he has adored. Well, they were horrid abominations he made in his lab...but close enough, right?

He finds them cute, so cute in fact that he insists that you let him experiment on them to "perfect them". He has a twisted mind and he wishes to do sick things with them if you let him and he is very confused about why you won't let him.

He'll totally respect your wishes and won't conduct experiments with their DNA, right?

...right?

Before you know it, your house is overrun with clones and hybrid versions of your birds. They vary from perfect clones to twisted reflections mixed with another species, an "improved version of them" in his words. He loves them all just as much as you love the originals, he gets upset whenever you tell him anything negative about his creations. You often find yourself arguing with him because of this, "These are my babies, Y/n, they matter to me just as much as yours do to you."

Rain

As a high mage, Rain has seen many things throughout his life. But he has never come across someone like you. The way you care for your birds and share every important moment, how they seem to be your closest friends, it's all so strange to him.

He likes to watch you, study you, everything you do with them, he watches and he takes notes. Don't get him wrong, he considers you more than a test experiment, it's just that him coming across someone like you is so rare, that he has to write this down.

The Animals of Earthrealm are a very foreign thing to him, so he is drawn to these birds. He doesn't know much about them or what exactly they are, but he conducts a lot of research to understand them. Once he does, he tries to get close to them and form a relationship just like you do.

This relationship consist of Rain, petting them, using his powers to bathe them and do tricks for them, he loves watching them react to his powers, he also does a lot of trauma dumping onto them He appreceiates the way they just listen and stare at him.

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reid-enthusiast · 2 months

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I Love You

Compared to some of the things the members of his team liked to do when they had a couple days or so off- party, girls, men, drink, Spencer liked something much tamer; movie nights.

Specifically, movie nights with her.

He spent a lot of time away from her, so much more than he really likes but she’s insisted that it’s okay because she understands the degree of commitment his job takes, but whenever he’s home, they’re both curled in on each other with a movie list at the ready for them to pick from.

She loves to watch romcoms.

He loves what she loves.

Tonight was one of those nights. The team had just gotten back from a particularly tough case, a man going around raping woman and the disemboweling them, and all he wanted to do was crawl into her arms and forget everything outside the two of them existed.

When he stepped into their shared apartment and kicked off his shoes, his eyes were immediately scanning the area, looking for her. His eyes latched onto where he saw her. She was sitting on the couch, her back to him, knees bunched up to her chest, book placed over said knees, a blanket draped over her legs as she was humming softly to herself.

“Angel,” His voice was strained, and it cracked slightly on his name for her. Instantly as soon as the first syllable was out of his mouth her head was whipping around and a huge smile spread across her face. She scrambled off the couch, tripping slightly over her blanket in her haste to get to him.

As soon as she was close enough she was launching herself at him, and Spencer, fully expecting it wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her feet slightly off the floor so he could burry his face in her neck without hurting his back. He took in a deep breath, took in a lung full of her scent, a scent that covered every inch of his clothes, every inch of his life.

Despite the fact that he hates being gone for so long he loves coming home to her. It makes everything bothering go away. It made the world seem okay again. She made the world seem a little bit brighter than it was. She was his world.

She pulled back a little and so did he, but not before taking in one more deep breath of her scent before lowering her slowly back down to the floor. Her smile was still evident but it had softened sligthly, it was more tender than it was excited. Her arms dropped from his neck where she’d been previously clinging to, to rest against his chest so she could cup his cheeks, her eyes raking over his features, committing every single one to memory.

“Spencer,” She whispered softly, her voice filled with tenderness and longing. He leaned down in response and gently pressed his lips to hers.

Considering all he knew about the human mouth and the germs passed through kissing he should be disgusted by it, but he’s come to find he could never be disgusted by anything she did, or anything involving her. He was so in love with her sometimes he felt like he couldn’t breathe when she wasn’t near him. It was scary.

Scary in the sense of he’s never felt this all-consuming type of love before. It was foreign to him, and he didn’t know exactly what to do with it. On one hand he was hesitant to tell her because he was terrified of losing her, not that she would leave him but more so that someone having a connection to an unsub they’d put away would find her and take him from her, but on the other hand he wanted to scream it. Scream it in their tiny little apartment so she could know how profound it felt to love her. Spencer wanted her to know that. He needed her to know that.

He also knew that she loved him. He could see it when she looked at him with complete division. That scared him too at first. To have someone be so completely and utterly in love with you was scary, but not as scary as feeling the same way about them. He knew she hadn’t said anything out of respect to him. When they’d first gotten together, he’d voiced his opinions about wanting to take things slow. They’d been dating for about seven months now; they’ve been living together for about a month out of those seven. They hadn’t kissed till a month and a half into those seven. He hadn’t done a lot of things until later in their relationship. They have yet to get...intimate. He’s still mustering up his courage on that one and thinks that if he can’t tell her he loves her then he has no right to go to bed with her.

At least in that sense.

Spencer was ready to tell her though. He’s been thinking on it for a while, the pros and the cons. The pros out weighed the cons by thousands and he’d been trying to find the right time to tell her. When he got home and saw her run up to him like she did he knew now was the right time. He knew he wouldn’t be able to wait any longer.

He pulled back from their gentle kiss, his lips aching with the need to be put against hers again. He shoveled it down and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could she placed a finger against his lips, gently shutting him up.

“I can see it in your eyes. I know what you’re going to say, and I just want to know that you dont have to. Not if you’re not one hundred percent certain.” She pushed back the long strands of his hair behind his ears and tilted her head to the side, her smile getting smaller slightly. Not because she was unhappy but because she understood what he was feeling, they’d talked about it before and he’d voiced his concerns to her regarding the big “L” word and everything that comes with it. She told him that she had been feeling the same way. Telling someone you love them is a big commitment, and she didn’t want to be one of those couples that just throw the word around so much it lost its meaning and importance.

“I want to say it,” He whispered to her, and he took her hands away from his cheeks and pressed gentle kisses to the pads of her fingers.

“I need to say it,” He took in a deep breath and forged ahead, shoving down any anxiety he was feeling. “I need you to know how...how absolutely in love with you I am, because that's what this is. That’s what this feeling is. I’ve known I’ve loved you for...well I think some part of me has always been in love with you,” He gave her a soft smile and trailed the tip of his fingers over her cheeks, his touch feather light and slightly ticklish.

She leaned forward and placed her forehead against his chest, hiding the tears that filled my eyes in reaction to his words.

“You are to freaking sweet for your own good, you know that?” she spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse. She felt Spencer’s hands move to his upper arms and he pulled her towards the couch. He sat down and she immediately scrambled to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

They stayed like that for a while. Just hugging each other on the couch, but after a while she pulled back and cupped his cheeks, her head tilted to the side as she stared at him, her eyes roaming over his face, taking in every detail she possibly could and committing it to memory.

“I love you too,” she finally told him, and the smile that spread across his face was blinding. She sucked in a sharp breath and placed a kiss to his forehead, whispering the words again, then she kissed his cheek and whispered the words again. She kissed all over his face, whispering ‘I love yous’ after each kiss. Finally, she had one last place to kiss, his lips. She stared into his eyes, her gaze completely unwavering as she leaned her forehead against his and whispered the words again.

“I love you, Spencer Reid. Always have, always will,” She finally pressed her lips against his and savored the feeling. His lips were always soft, never chapped, and he kissed with his whole heart. His arms moved around her waist and pulled her closer to him, reveling in the feeling of her body against his.

She leaned back, breaking the kiss, and ran her fingers through his hair. Spencer tipped his head back and let out a soft sigh at the feeling. She stared down at him, her heart beating wildly in her chest and her mind raging with thoughts she had no idea what to do with. Her hands stilled; fingers still tangled in his hair. He tipped his head up slightly and opened his eyes a smidge.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, taking in the expression on her face. His breathing hitched and he sat up straight, a pang going through his heart and worrying thoughts running through his head.

She shook her head and placed a kiss to his forehead. “Stop over thinking, I just...” She laughed softly to herself and shook her head in slight disbelief.

“I’m just trying to convince myself this is real, you know? Cause honestly when you told me you loved me, I swear I thought I was dreaming,” Spencer moved his hands from her waist to cup her cheeks, running the pads of his thumbs under her eyes, right over her cheek bones.

“I feel like that all the time,” He confessed to her, the smile he gave her was one of understanding and when he leaned back again, he took her with him. She rested her cheek against his shoulder and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent just like he’d done to her when he’d first gotten home.

“So, what movie do you want to watch tonight?” He asked her softly, his fingers running through her hair.

“500 days of summer,” she murmured, and he chuckled in response. I reached for the remote and turned on the movie.

Just before it started, he whispered softly to her, “I love you.” and kissed her cheek as the movie began playing.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #dr spencer reid x reader #i love spencer :D #Spotify

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frazzledsoul · 3 months

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A non exhaustive list of terrible things Liz Danes did/said after she showed up:

- Makes a beeline straight for the pot the minute she shows up

- Hasn't called to check on Jess once in the nine (!) months he's been gone from Stars Hollow

- It's established that she generally has a terrible track record with men/employment/stable housing

- It's also established she is easily able to manipulate Luke into doing her bidding and in pretending that every new terrible idea is no big deal

- Makes a show of introducing Jess to TJ and acting like she's the best mom ever despite his obvious discomfort

-Makes several statements to Lorelai to the effect that Luke has been cleaning up after her for her entire life and finding her jobs, apartments, helping her out financially, getting rid of dangerous men

- To quote Jess verbatim: "I don't like this guy. I don't like any of the guys. She doesn't give a crap what I think. I've got nineteen years of proof to back me up". She always chose her men over him, no matter how terrible they were.

- Luke is involved in sussing out Jess's whereabouts and living situation, giving him a place to sleep (thanks to Lorelai), offering him money to fix his car. Liz is not involved in any of that and doesn't offer. She signed off on being the parent a long time ago.

- Liz shows back up for the wedding and immediately manipulates Luke into helping arrange the wedding, selling jewelry in the diner, inviting strippers to the diner...when she's around, he ends up doing her bidding almost automatically. Zero boundaries.

- There's more references to her sketchy self-employment and the many times Luke watched it fall apart.

- Luke's the one who goes to New York, finds Jess, has him go back to Stars Hollow as a favor to him. No comment from Liz on his lifestyle or offering him a place to stay. Luke is the only one who fights with him about it. Luke's also the one to give him romantic advice as Liz is not involved in that at all.

- Liz reveals her romantic history right before the wedding. Second husband was okay, third husband was not and died mysteriously, boyfriend after third husband was also okay. This is also the only wedding she's not been drunk at.

- Liz assumes Jess broke Rory's heart even though she has no idea who that is. Lorelai steps in and defends Jess, saying it just didn't work out.

- Luke is roped into taking care of Liz and TJ for several weeks after they are in a car accident and following them around on the Ren Faire circuit. I only mention this because he is, as always, forever her caretaker.

- Liz and TJ get into a screaming fight early in S5 and ruin Luke and Lorelai 's date.

- Sometime in S5 or S6 Liz mentions that she's never made dinner, not once. Jess is around 20 years old at this time period. How did he eat?

-Liz manipulates Luke into letting TJ work at the construction at Lorelai's house. She cries and throws a tantrum until he gives in. TJ somehow knocks a big hole in the upstairs of Lorelai's house.

-Liz does not show up to Jess's open house, nor does she ever mention it (or him at all) afterwards. Luke shows up to support him and tells him he's proud of him. Mom can't be bothered.

-When Liz finds out she's pregnant with Doula, she casually mentions to Luke (in public!) that she binge drank while she was pregnant with Jess. Luke isn't shocked by this.

-Liz claims to Luke that TJ abandoned her after she told him she was pregnant. Luke goes to TJ and TJ reveals that Liz got violent and threw half the household objects at his head and kicked him out when he was excited about it. Luke goes to Liz afterwards and she rants that if she stays with TJ her kid's going to end up ruined and she'll have to send it away. Luke is the one who reminds her that Jess turned out OK and that he's actually doing great (not that Liz has any knowledge of this at all or should receive any credit for it). Liz and TJ reconcile.

- Liz and TJ invite Luke over for dinner in early S7. Their stove is broken. He has to make dinner himself (because of course he does). Despite formerly being supportive, they tell him Lorelai was bad for him and Liz says some mumbo jumbo about how they were never meant to be together. Luke runs into Lorelai at the grocery store and says the whole thing was a bad idea and he'll be civil to her, but he's not interested in a personal relationship again. Lorelai basically doesn't go anywhere in town she could run into him for the next six months (okay, the romantic advice isn't terrible per se but Liz is seriously inconsistent on this issue).

- Luke attends Doula's birth. Liz is excited about April being a free babysitter.

- Liz dumps Doula on Luke at work a few weeks after she is born because she "needs a break" and disappears for hours.

-Liz and TJ invite themselves to stay at Luke's apartment some weeks later, shortly after Lorelai and Christopher have broken up. Now Liz is all excited about Lorelai and Luke getting back together (pick a lane, woman).

-In the series finale, Liz tries to dump Doula on Luke at work AGAIN (how often does she do this?) Luke stops her before she can leave, and makes her take the baby with her.

-Liz and TJ are mercifully offscreen for AYITL. Jess fulfills the role of being Luke's sounding board and attempting to comfort him when he has problems with Lorelai and there are already enough quirky townies, so she isn't needed. TJ and Liz are involved in a mysterious vegetable cult that they eventually get kicked out of, which provides a reason for Jess to come into town every so often. He's now the support to his family that Luke used to be on his own. It's implied that this is not the first time TJ and Liz have gotten involved in a cult over the past few years

My point to all of this is that Liz is not stable, she's not a decent person, she has not "redeemed" herself, she may be clean and sober but she's still horribly selfish, unreliable, and a pain in Luke's ass. There's a bunch of stuff that is implied in Jess's behavior that indicates she was a horrible mom, but we don't get the full picture until she shows up. The full picture is...a lot worse.

#liz danes #anti liz danes #seriously #she's the worst #gilmore girls

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thesupreme316 · 8 months

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ok this might sound weird but… how would aew men react to having a partner who acts like Chelsea Green so she is a karen on screen hopefully that makes sense😭..

AEW Stars React to: You Being A Karen (on-screen)

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 910

Supreme Speaks: hey yall sorry for being MIA, my life has changed so much so please keep me in good thoughts. anyways, i'm back and thanks to @cassie0sstuff requesting and sorry for not responding. Imma try my best to upload as much as possible this week. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think

Taglist: @cassie0sstuff @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Okay for this I can only imagine yall doing the whole Karen thing if the other person was truly in the wrong…not when someone is literally just doing their job

Orange Cassidy

He’s just going with the flow man

This is the face before you start yellin 😐

And this is the face after you start yellin 😐

He literally would let you go on a rant and finally, when you walk away he’ll say

“What she said”

Will tell you to chill out if you’re going overboard

Cassidy literally doesn’t have the energy to be playing with you or feeding into your antics

Because of this, Kris, Trent, and Chuck have to pull you off of the other person He loves it when you scream at his opponents; he starts chuckling in their faces

Hook

Tries to calm you down….sometimes

Like Cassidy, Hook is not with the yelling and screamin (unless its in other ways wink wink)

He’s a very quiet and stoic person if you didn’t know

Will shut you down before you even get started

Like I’m talking will pick you up and remove you from the room

However, if it’s a time when you really can’t be stopped, Hook will sit back and observe

With a huge ass smirk as you’re mouthing off at his opponent

After it’s all said and done, he says, “Fuck around and find out”

Only will allow you to do it once he can’t be bothered to yell or complain

Eddie Kingston

Man either loves it or he’s not phased

Like it has become a part of his routine; wake up, get ready, hear you yell, kick-ass, sleep, repeat

He loves to see you go off the handles every once in a while, especially when confronting Claudio or Jericho

You: You keep getting involved with business that’s not yours! You are not the authority here! I’ll sue you!

Eddie: SHE WILL TAKE ALL YOUR PENNIES YOU SWISS LEX LUTHOR!

Other times you fade into the background

Fenix: Do you hear her?

Eddie: Not really, at this point it’s white noise…or maybe I’m going deaf

I also think he would just place you in front of him when he's finished talking so you can scream the rest of his thoughts

Kenny Omega

Your character is primarily on BTE

He feeds into it

Will tattletale on Nick and Matt to you

“You two are in big trouble when Y/N gets here! Ooooooooo!”

Will hide behind you and stick his tongue out at Nick and Matt

I think he would also just tell Kota (who can do no wrong) to let you angry translate for him

Kenny would be the significant other who 100% percent supports their partner

Even if they are in the wrong…he won’t let you know when you’re wrong

If you really went in on someone, he would quietly apologize after you leave

MJF

OH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Feeds into it x5000

A smirk would be on his face as he states that you are his secret weapon

Will lie to people just for a chance to see you yell at people

Brings you to his matches so you can yell at referees about their “mistakes”

Will act like a Karen when you get ejected from a match

“NO YOU SMHUCK! YOU CAN’T GET MAD CAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOB!”

He might leave the match since you’re not there

Sits back stage and sulks while you scream at everyone in sight

Tbh, you are both Karens with the way he acts

You both have to drag each other away

Christian Cage

Hehe, this man is the biggest Karen

Don’t hit me, but this man would use you as a shield and scapegoat (character speaking wise)

He would hide behind you and tell you to tell off his opponent

Will send you to do interviews for him, loves it when you get feisty and start yelling

He would also send you off to let Tony his list of demands (of what he wants in his locker room and wish)

If he said anything outta pocket and gets confronted, he’ll say it was you

“I didn’t say your mom is hot…Y/N said it! Wait-“

Hear me out…he has several voice messages saved with you screaming your head off

Uses it when you’re not there to get his point across

God forbid anyone starts yelling back at you…he would unleash hellfire upon them

Ricky Starks

Okay at first…he was annoyed

Like he didn’t understand why your character goes around yelling at people and how it got over

But once he turned heel, he understood

It was hella funny yet justified…especially when one of you got disrespected

Ricky tries his best not to laugh on screen when you’re screaming

Will join in and verbally jump the person

You: You are so horrible at your job! Like how did you-

Ricky: I got this baby…YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB AND YOU DESERVE TO CHOKE-

He is quick to get merchandise made with your Karen slogans

Cuts people off and threats to get you...which makes them instantly shut up

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mads-nixon · 5 months

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100th Bomber Boys: Major John 'Bucky' Egan

Here is a little bit about Major John 'Bucky' Egan (played by Callum Turner) from the prologue of Masters of the Air by Donald L. Miller (pg. 3, 7-8)!

John Egan was commander of a squadron of B-17 Flying Fortresses, one of the most fearsome killing machines in the world at that time. He was a bomber boy; destruction was his occupation. And like most other bomber crewmen, he went about his work without a quiver of conscience, convinced he was fighting for a noble cause. He also killed in order not to be killed. Egan had been flying combat missions for five months in the most dangerous air theater of the war, the "Big Leagues," the men called it; and this was his first extended leave from the fight although it hardly felt like a reprieve. That night, the German air force, the Luftwaffe, plastered the city, setting off fires all around his hotel. It was his first time under the bombs and he found it impossible to sleep, with the screaming sirens and the thundering concussions. Egan was attached to the Eighth Air Force, a bomber command formed at Savannah Army Air Base in Georgia in the month after Pearl Harbor to deliver America's first blow against the Nazi homeland. From its unpromising beginnings, it was fast becoming one of the greatest striking forces in history. Egan had arrived in England in the spring of 1943, a year after the first men and machines of the Eighth had begun occupying bases handed over to them by the RAF-the Royal Air Force-whose bombers had been hammering German cities since 1940. Each numbered Bombardment Group (BG)-his was the 100th-was made up of four squadrons of eight to twelve four-engine bombers, called "heavies," and occupied its own air station, either in East Anglia or the Midlands, directly north of London, around the town of Bedford.

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As commander of the Hundredth's 418th Squadron, Johnny Egan flew with his men on all the tough missions. When his boys went into danger, he wanted to face it with them. "Anyone who flies operationally is crazy," Egan confided to Sgt. Saul Levitt, a radioman in his squadron who was later injured in a base accident and transferred to the staff of Yank magazine, an army publication. "And then," says Levitt, "he proceeded to be crazy and fly operationally. And no milk runs..." When his "boy-men," as Egan called them, went down in flaming planes, he wrote home to their wives and mothers. "These were not file letters," Levitt remembered. "It was the Major's idea they should be written in long-hand to indicate a personal touch, and there are no copies of these letters. He never said anything much about that. The letters were between him and the families involved." Major Egan was short and skinny as a stick, barely 140 pounds, with thick black hair, combed into a pompadour, black eyes, and a pencil-thin mustache. His trademarks were a white fleece-lined flying jacket and an idiomatic manner of speaking, a street-wise style borrowed from writer Damon Runyon. At twenty-seven, he was one of the "ancients" of the outfit, but "I can out-drink any of you children,'" he would tease the fresh-faced members of his squadron. On nights that he wasn't scheduled to fly the next day, he would jump into a jeep and head for his "local," where he'd gather at the bar with a gang of Irish laborers and sing ballads until the taps ran dry or the tired publican tossed them out."

In Master's of the Air, Major John Egan is sometimes called, "Bucky," "Honest John," and "Johnny." The men of his squadrons loved his leadership style, which was leading by example, as seen in the excerpt above.

John Archer, a long-time British friend of the 100th & its veterans, described Egan in his story, One Man and His Dog:

"The Major was a lean, dark young man with a wisp of moustache. He was 27, but looked older. He could turn on the charm and turn it off whenever he liked. It’s the kind of thing one experiences in foreman of construction gangs and traffic managers at airports, in jobs where contact and participation with the men is the prime factor." Major Egan was involved in the case of “Meatball vs the Pullet” a few days before he went down on a raid over Germany. Now Meatball was a half-grown husky dog which the crew of the B-17 brought over from Labrador on their way to Thorpe Abbotts during the summer of 1943. It seemed that Meatball was a bad dog, and all of a sudden turned into a chicken killer. And when did he decide to become a chicken killer? At a time when the personnel were involved in the toughest flying missions the group had yet undertaken. Deep raids as far as Danzig against desperate opposition. And in this tense atmosphere Meatball got playful one morning and mangled a chicken dead. The nearby farmer went bustling up to the orderly room to see the Major. Major Egan was sitting in with his pilots having an informal briefing with the men about new tactics in aerial combat. It was the afternoon following a raid on Emden, October 3, 1943. The farmer from down the road described “a light brown dog” that had killed a pullet. “Light brown. That’s Meatball, all right,” said the Major. “And you say he got a pullet?” asked the Major sympathetically. “Well, a pullet is pretty important, isn’t it?” “It is,” said the farmer, calming down by this time. Where did you ever hear of a Major who knew anything about pullets, and what is more, who would talk about loss sympathetically in the middle of a grim military operation? Clearly the Major was now pulling out the charm act. He could, of course, have turned the whole matter of Meatball, pullet and payment over to the Adjutant. But the affair seemed right down the Major’s alley. All the new crews who had just arrived at Thorpe Abbotts were by that time listening with amazement. “That pullet, did she look like a layer?” asked the Major. You could see by his face that he was rather tired, after all, it was only an hour or so since the raid was over. “She did, Sir, for a fact,” said the farmer.

“Well, what would you say she’s worth?” asked the Major. “Twenty bob,” said the farmer. “All right,” said the Major. “I think that’s a pretty reasonable sum for a good pullet, don’t you?” he inquired looking around at the crews who flew the big bombers. They looked at him quite dumbfounded, not quite figuring it out, and wondering who was pulling whose leg. And the Major was aware he had everyone right there in front of him. He was the actor and the rest were the audience. The farmer had departed by this time, very pleased, and the Major was rocking back and forth on his chair and looking around. And from the subject of the Germans using rockets and guns, the conversation was not on pullets. One of the young officers piped up and remarked, “A pullet, isn’t that some kind of… a rooster… like…” The Major glared at him and the officer’s face grew red. By now the class was sitting quite quietly. “A pullet,” said the Major patiently, “is a half-grown female chicken which lays a small egg with a very small yolk.” And he showed them just how big with his fingers. “Then,” continued the Major, “the machinery inside the pullet goes to work and all of a sudden – one fine day it lays an egg twice as big as the usual and it is no longer a pullet.” The briefing closed at that point. A few days later, Major Egan said goodbye for the last time to Meatball before climbing into his B-17. On October 10th, during a raid on Munster, the Major became a guest of the German forces, spending the rest of the war in a prison camp.

There was a certain pub in Dickleburgh that missed Major Egan. Sometimes he drove down in a jeep and sang songs in the bar with the locals and Irish laborers. With the affair of Meatball and the pullet, and the grim task of flying missions, Major Egan rounds out into a real example of an American who once walked the lonely lanes at Thorpe Abbotts. Egan served as Air Exec for the 100th, as Commander of the 418th Squadron, and on the Munster raid flew as Command Pilot on John Brady’s lead crew. After being shot down, all but one of Brady’s crew survived as POWs. (you can find more about this story here)

Egan was best friends with fellow 100th Bomb Group squadron commander, Maj. Gale "Buck" Cleven, whom he went to flight school with back in the States. The pair were roommates back in training, and little did they know they'd be roommates once again when they became German POWs in October of 1943. Buck after getting shot down over Bremen, and Egan in a retaliatory raid to get back at the Germans after they shot down his friend.

Egan was leaving for his first leave to London from Thorpe-Abbotts on October 8th when Buck Cleven and the rest of the 13th Combat Wing took off for Bremen. The next morning over breakfast, Egan saw the London Times headline: Eighth Air Force Loses 30 Fortresses Over Bremen," and sprang out of his chair to a phone. Due to wartime security, he had to speak in code.

Masters of the Air, pg. 10:

"How did the game go," he asked. Cleven had gone down swinging, he was told. Silence. Pulling himself together, Egan asked, "Does the team have a game scheduled for tomorrow?" "Yes," came the reply. "I want to pitch." He was back at Thorpe Abbotts that afternoon in time to "sweat out" a long mission the group flew to Marienburg, a combat strike led by the Hundredth's Commander, Col. Neil B. "Chick" Harding, a former West Point football hero. As soon as the squadrons returned, Egan got Harding's permission to lead the Hundredth's formation on the next day's mission.

This mission was set for Münster, just southwest of Bremen where Buck was shot down. Egan flew with Captain John D. Brady on the M’lle Zig Zig to Münster, and the heavy, along with all other planes but Royal Flush (Rosenthal's replacement B-17) in the 100th went down over the target. The crew of the M'lle Zig Zig bailed, parachuting through the flack-filled air. Hambone Hamilton was among the 'Zig's crew, and suffered multiple wounds from shrapnel. When found by Germans, he was taken to the hospital and stayed there recovering for a good while.

Egan, unlike the rest of the 'Zig's crew, was able to evade capture a few days before finally being taken prisoner. The aviators were first sent to Dulag Luft, the Luftwaffe's POW transit center. Egan and the other officers were kept separate from their men in cold and flea-infested solitary cells. Egan and Cleven were just a few cells apart, but neither knew the other was there. After a few weeks, Cleven and the men who were brought in with him were sent to Stalag Luft III, another POW camp just outside the town of Sagan, some 300 miles from their previous location. They were transported by train cars used for livestock, and they reported that "the smell of manure was overwhelming (Miller, 2007, pg. 23)." The trip took them three days. Three days after Cleven got to Stalag Luft III, Egan and his men arrived.

Masters of the Air, pg. 23:

Cleven watched them file into a neighboring stockade. Spotting Johnny Egan, he called out to him, "What the hell took you so long?" "Well, that's what you get for being sentimental," Egan shouted back.

Both Egan and Cleven remained POWs until the end of the war. Cleven, however, managed to escape on a march in 1945. The pair remained good friends until John's death from a sudden heart attack in 1961. Egan served as Buck's best man in his wedding when he married his sweetheart Marge in 1945 once they returned home.

John married his own sweetheart, Lt Josephine "Doty" Pitz (WASP) in late 1945. They had two beautiful daughters together.

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Coryo is excited to see the reader taking control in situations.

This just screams peacekeeper Coryo, because the boy is just so helpless!

nsfw / mdni / pk!sub!coryo / district!dom!reader

It was a pretty boring Friday night at the Hob and you were already heading home when you heard some commotion in the dark alleyway behind the establishment.

Involving yourself with drunk men fighting was the last thing you desired and you were already speeding up your walk to get past the scene unbothered, but then you noticed someone you recognized pretty well in the dim reflection of the distant street lights.

There he was again. Private Coriolanus Snow caught in a heated argument with some local drunks. Very bad choice.

You stopped by the alleyway and tried to figure out what all the fuss was about. Of course Coryo was spewing out some bullshit about patriotism and the vital role of the Capitol. For a moment you were truly considering just leaving that arrogant little dumbass at the mercy of those drunken pricks.

But then you heard the sound of a fight and turned around to see Coryo on the ground, his upper lip bleeding. Biggest of the guys grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to his knees.

“Admit that the Capitol is just a sewer full of miserable rats or we will gladly rearrange those pretty features of yours!” He screamed.

“Just say it,” you muttered to yourself clearly knowing he wouldn't. For fucks sake there were three of them!

“Never!” Coryo hissed through gritted teeth causing you to facepalm.

The men surrounded him in a tight circle and one of them had already raised his hand for a punch when he suddenly stopped startled by your voice.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” you tried to sound cool approaching the unpleasant bunch.

The men stared at you with bleary eyes for a good moment until one of them spoke.

“Get lost, woman!” He growled. “You have nothing to see here.”

“This man here is from a very prominent Capitol family,” you broke into their circle and stood between them and Coryo, making the men step back instinctively.

“You hurt him, you'll get killed. If you get too carried away and kill him your families will be murdered too. He's not worth it!”

Coryo looked slightly offended at those last words, but at least he was smart enough to keep quiet.

“Are you his whore?” The biggest and scariest of the bunch approached you causing you to swallow thickly. “Is that why you care about our wellbeing so much?”

“I would stay where you are if I was you,” you managed to keep your posture.

“I don't hit women. Unless they are filthy peacekeepers’ whores!” The man yelled and tried to swing a badly aimed punch at you, but you avoided it and kicked your knee up aiming directly at his manhood.

The man made a wailing sound and fell to his knees, his friends finally stepped back.

“So who wants to be next? Or maybe you wanna get some taste of the pepper spray that I have in my pocket?”

The man who’d tried to hit you was trying to get back on his feet, muttering all the possible curse words and you already thought both you and Coryo were gonna be so fucked especially if they’d found out you had no pepper spray with you.

But the other men started to retreat, pulling up their friend and dragging him away despite his protests.

After a few short moments only you and Coryo were left in the alleyway.

“Thank you!” You heard his lovely little voice behind yourself.

You turned around to see him getting up from the ground quite nimbly. You also noticed that his lips were still trembling from fear.

“Could you ever just stop getting in trouble?” You gave him an annoyed look.

“I-I would have totally handled it by myself, it’s just…”

“Yeah sure!” You rolled your eyes. Sometimes you just couldn't believe the audacity of this Capitol dullard.

“... it's just that you are so beautiful when you take control like this,” he stepped closer, his cheeks slightly flushed, you could feel the alcohol reeking from his breath.

“Such a charmer,” you turned your head to the side not wanting to admit that you were indeed somewhat charmed.

His hands found yours and your fingers intertwined him simultaneously pushing you closer to a nearby wall.

“So beautiful…” he whispered, his lips lingering near yours adorned with a silly smile. He was acting like a drunk school boy with a crush, posca and adrenaline from almost getting beaten black and blue still running through his veins.

“No, not like that baby,” you giggled and switched your positions in a swift move, pinning him against the wall, his hands above his head.

Coryo's eyes widened for a moment before his features were taken over by a tipsy smile. He felt completely at ease under your control and so did you.

“This is better,” you cooed before pressing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss that tasted a bit metallic from his bleeding lip.

Coryo's lips caught yours in a hungry ardor, he tasted your mouth letting out sweet moans in between.

You put your leg in between his thighs, pressed it against his crotch and ran your tongue over the abrasion on his upper lip making him whine softly.

Still holding his hands pinned against the wall you started rubbing your tight against him making him flare his nostrils as he watched you with those wide icy blue eyes.

“Oh fuck!” Coryo moaned as you sped up your moves feeling his cock getting hard in his pants.

“You like it?” You whispered against his lips, then moved lower and peppered soft kisses along his neck feeling his pulse running wild under your lips.

“I-I d-do like it,” he stuttered as your kisses got harsher making sure to mark him as yours.

Coryo's dick was painfully hard under your touch and he rolled his eyes back in pleasure feeling your tongue on his Adam's apple.

“If those guys saw you now they would surely know who is whose whore here, huh?” You teased before going back to his lips and meeting them in a harsh kiss.

“Please…” Coryo pleaded desperately, trying to grind his bulge against your thigh, making you chuckle in amusement.

“You're mine, Private Snow. All mine, do you understand that?”

“All yours,” Coryo whined, desperate for his release.

Suddenly you stopped and stepped back letting his hands go. The boy's eyes went wide at the loss of contact.

“D-dont… Don't just leave me like this…” he begged, looking like a hungry puppy.

“Who said I was going to leave you?” You let out a small laugh.

“Now go back inside and get us a bottle of posca! Then we can go to my place and who knows… Maybe you’ll get to cum if you behave.”

Coryo rushed to carry out your instructions.

“Just don't get in trouble!”

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Just Play Along | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @christinasyellowflowers

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: When the person who (Y/N) feels has been following her gets a little too close for comfort, she makes a quick decision that involves John Shelby and some good acting...or maybe no acting at all.

Warnings: language, stalker

Word Count: 2544

A/N: thanks for sending this idea in, Christina! I really enjoyed creating it...even though I kinda strayed from the original idea without even realizing it. I hope that’s ok. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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(Y/N) hurried her step as she turned the corner onto Watery Lane. She glanced over her shoulder for the umpteenth time to see that the man who had been following her from a few streets back was still on her trail. She'd noticed this man before. He always started following her from when he exited the alleyway on River Street until she made it to the betting shop she worked at on Watery Lane. Sometimes he'd even be waiting for her to leave work, but he always returned to the same alleyway he started from.

Opening and shutting the door to the shop, she inhaled and exhaled a loud sigh. She rested her back against the door for a moment and looked at the ceiling, trying to calm herself down before she went to her station.

"All good, (Y/N)?" Lizzie Stark's voice came from a few feet away. It made (Y/N) look ahead again to see her friend looking at her with a concerned expression.

"Yeah," (Y/N) nodded, taking in another deep breath, "uh..." she trailed off then, trying to decide if she should tell the other woman about her predicament.

"What's bothering you?" Lizzie was able to read her facial expression, and her question basically answered (Y/N)'s debate for her.

"There's..." she started, trailing off as she glanced around the room. She then pushed herself off of the door and walked the few steps between her and the other woman so that she wouldn't be screaming her problems out for the entire shop to hear. "There's been a man that's been following me to and from work for the past few days. I think he looks familiar, but I can't quite place my finger on who he is," she explained her situation.

"That's not good, (Y/N)," Lizzie gave her initial reaction, her eyes widening slightly, "you've gotta tell someone."

"Isn't that what I've just done?" (Y/N) pointed out, her statement only making Lizzie send her a glare.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. You have to go to someone with this...the coppers, or even Tommy," Lizzie then began listing off ideas, but it only made (Y/N) sigh.

"I don't know if I should because it could just be nothing," (Y/N) brushed off the severity of the situation.

"(Y/N) there is a man who is following you!" Lizzie whisper-yelled, also knowing that her friend didn't want her problems told to everyone in the room.

"I know!" (Y/N) responded in the same tone, "and other than that, I don't have much evidence against him...I just needed to get it off of my chest. I'll be ok," she then assured the other woman, who pursed her lips in response. "Now can we please get to work?" she asked, exasperation in her voice. Lizzie nodded her head before dropping her friend's gaze. "Oh, and Lizzie..." (Y/N) called once they began walking to their desks.

"Yeah?" Lizzie asked, looking up once again.

"Can you not tell anyone about this, please?"

"Of course not," she promised, her words making (Y/N) smile.

It felt good getting this off of her chest without anyone else knowing...or so she thought. What she hadn't realized was that John Shelby was in the next room over, and because the walls were practically paper thin, he heard every word of their conversation.

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The day passed by rather quickly. (Y/N) was so busy checking races and taking bets that she didn't even have time to look at the clock. Before she knew it, the amount of men flowing into the shop had dwindled down, which meant Scudboat was ready to lock the doors for the day.

"Boy am I ready to go home..." (Y/N) trailed off as she let out a sigh of exhaustion. Lizzie just laughed at the other woman's statement as both women worked on putting their coats on.

"They offered you a position as a company secretary, you know," Lizzie reminded her, but (Y/N) brushed the statement off.

"The day wouldn't go by as fast, nor would it be nearly as exciting...filling out diaries and sealing envelopes isn't for me," (Y/N) put her thoughts on the job position into the conversation. Lizzie shrugged her shoulders slightly, her way of agreeing with (Y/N)'s statement.

"Time to head home," the dark haired woman said with a grin then. (Y/N) nodded excitedly in response.

But before the women were able to reach the door, a voice called out to them. "Lizzie!" It was Tommy, and he was standing in the archway that separated the offices from the floor. "I need you to type something for me."

"Duty calls," Lizzie said with a bit of a sigh, her voice only loud enough for (Y/N) to hear. "You'll make it home fine alone?" she then asked.

"I'll take her," yet another voice entered the conversation, making the two women turn and look back to where John was coming off of the slight platform the floor had.

"Oh, John, you don't have to," (Y/N) tried to politely decline his offer.

"No, I insist. You shouldn't be walking home late at night. 'S not safe for you," he stressed his point as he made his way over to her.

"Maybe you should let him take you, (Y/N)," Lizzie chimed in from where she was a few steps away now. Tommy was still waiting impatiently in the archway, but she didn't seem to mind...she wasn't done speaking with her friend yet.

"Lizzie," (Y/N) sent a 'you're kidding me' glance in the other woman's direction.

"I didn't tell him," Lizzie held her hands up to show she was innocent, "but it wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?" she then added with a slight shrug of her shoulders before she finally started walking to where Tommy was.

"Do you even know where I live?" (Y/N) asked John as she turned to face him.

"No," John shook his head, "but it's a good thing you do."

(Y/N)'s cheeks heated up at his statement as it made her realize how stupid she must've sounded. Of course she knew where she lived...why would he have had to know? "You're right," she sheepishly admitted.

"Shall we go?" John asked after they'd been standing there for a few quiet moments.

"Yes," (Y/N) nodded her head, grabbing her purse from the hook before she made her way to the door. John followed close behind her and made sure the door was shut before they both began walking down the street.

(Y/N) exhaled a breath of relief upon glancing up and down the street. The man who had followed her to work that day wasn't anywhere in sight. Maybe tonight's walk home wouldn't be terrible, she thought to herself as a slight smile formed on her face.

They managed to get to the next cross street before John stopped in his tracks. "Shit...I forgot me keys back at the shop," he said as he did a quick pat down of his jacket and pants pockets.

"You'd forget your head if it wasn't attached to your neck," (Y/N) teased him, making him roll his eyes with a grin on his face. John had a terrible habit of either forgetting to bring things when he left, or forgetting where he last put items.

"I'm gonna run back and get them really quick," he said, jerking his thumb back in the direction of the shop, which was only about a block away.

"Sure. I'll wait here for you," (Y/N) agreed with his idea, thinking nothing much of it. John nodded his head and then turned to begin speed-walking back to the betting shop.

(Y/N) stood with her back against the brick wall as she waited for John to return. She was the only person on the street at the moment, which was a surprise because there always seemed to be people walking on the streets of Small Heath at night. So she stood in her spot and focused herself on the pills on her sweater, picking a few off as a way to pass the time.

Then she heard footsteps approaching her. First she looked in the direction of the shop, thinking that it was John coming back with his missing keys. But there was no one coming from that direction. When she turned to look the opposite way, her blood ran cold. It was the man that had been following her for the past several days. She could only faintly make out his features, but she knew for sure that it was him. Her heartbeat quickened as she tried to think of what to do. He was coming towards her at a decent pace; the gap between them closing rather quickly.

She began walking back in the direction of the betting shop all the while glancing over her shoulder to see that he was indeed still following her. With her heartbeat in her ears, she tried to control her breathing and kept on walking. She did this until she heard what sounded like the faint call of her name.

In reality though, John Shelby was once again right in front of her, and as her eyes focused on him, a plan came to mind. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him towards her before she spun them slightly so that she'd be able to peek and see if the man was still walking her way.

"(Y/N)?" there was a great deal of confusion in his voice, but he returned the hug anyway, his hands fastening to the sides of her waist as he dropped his face into the crook of her neck.

(Y/N) held the embrace as she watched the man continue to get closer to them. Obviously her plan wasn't working yet. She needed to kick it up a notch. So she moved her arms from around his shoulders and took his face into her hands. She now saw the confusion in his eyes, but that didn't stop her from leaning in and kissing him. Once again, he was stiff from confusion initially, but kissed her back within seconds, his hands squeezing her hips even tighter as he did so. "That man..." she mumbled against John's lips before she kissed them again, "that man is following me. Just play along, ok?"

John only hummed against her lips as his hands then moved to hook together in the small of her back. He leaned back against the building behind him, his hold on her effectively pulling her along with him. Their lips stayed locked until he removed them, and then he started placing kisses against her cheek as he tried to find the man she had mentioned. (Y/N) laughed at the feeling before pressing her face into his neck, hoping that now the man had a good enough reason to get lost. They stayed that way for a few moments before John softly whispered, "he's gone, love," into her ear.

That finally made her pull away to look at him once more. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she took in the goofy grin on John's face. "Stop looking at me like that," she stated, playfully pushing on his cheek so that his gaze would break from her.

"Like what?" John questioned her.

"Like you enjoyed what just happened," she gave a bit of an explanation.

John couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her words. "I did enjoy it though," he stated before adding, "the part with this kiss, I mean."

"I figured," (Y/N) told him, her cheeks heating up again.

"You should've told me about that man," John stated then, bringing the conversation back to a more serious topic, "I would have never let you stay out here by yourself."

"It's fine, John," she brushed him off, not really wanting to delve too deep into it, "you came back in time, and that's all that matters."

John sighed, obviously still having more to say on the topic, but he knew that pushing her to talk about it would just get him nowhere. So he reached his hand out to her. "Let's get you home," he said when she glanced down at his offer. With a smile, she accepted his hand and allowed him to tangle their fingers together before they continued down the street to her house.

They were at her stoop only a handful of minutes later. "Thanks for walking me home, John," (Y/N) smiled graciously at him.

"It's not a problem, (Y/N)," he brushed her thanks off, "I'm happy that I insisted I do so though," he added, and she nodded her head.

"Yeah...I can't help but think that tonight might have gone different if you hadn't," she agreed with him, shuddering slightly as she thought back to her encounter with the man.

Silence fell between them for a few moments before John cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. "You know....I mentioned it before, but I really quite liked that kiss," he said as a grin started to form on his face.

Once again, (Y/N) felt her cheeks heating up at the mention of the kiss they shared. “Yeah? And what of it, Shelby?” she decided to go the playful route, hoping that maybe it wouldn’t give away the fact that inside she felt like a giddy school girl.

“Well what if you and I went out for a dinner, or some drinks, some time?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited intently for what her answer would be.

(Y/N) thought about his suggestion for a few moments. She couldn’t help but think that what he was proposing sounded like it would be a great time. So with a smile, she gave her response, “I think I’d like that, John,” she nodded her head slightly before adding, “it’s the least that I can do for you after tonight.”

“Oh it’s not because of tonight...I’ve been wantin’ to ask you out for some time now. Tonight just gave me a clear opportunity,” he clarified his intentions to her, his words making her cheeks heat up.

“Well then I guess I’m happy about that,” (Y/N) smiled at him.

“What do you say?...one more for the road?” John asked then, his eyebrows raised slightly in anticipation for what she would say.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at his request. “Why not?” she shrugged her shoulders before her hands went to his shoulders and she leaned in to kiss his lips. John held her in place and made sure that the kiss was longer than a quick peck.

They said their good nights once they pulled away, and (Y/N) made sure to watch John stroll down the street until she couldn’t see him anymore. She then entered her home with a smile on her face. Tonight went the opposite of what she expected it to, in the best way possible. She was certainly happy that John played along.

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Top 10 Ways Shallan & Adolin might ask Kaladin out

[Previously--Shallan/Kaladin, Kaladin/Adolin, Shallan/Jasnah]

Sanderson has said that Shallan & Adolin would probably both be up for adding Kaladin to their relationship. So let’s say that Shallan & Adolin talked it over and decided that they wanted to jointly date Kaladin. Let’s rank the ways they might approach asking Kaladin out!

#10: Write a very persuasive letter

This one was Shallan’s idea!

Shallan: This worked when I needed to convince Jasnah to take me on as a ward!

Shallan: We can point out how well the three of us would get on, how happy we’d all be, etc, etc.

Shallan: Logic! And Romance!

Adolin: Shallan...my love...he can’t read.

Adolin: Who’s going to read him that letter??

Shallan: We could...have Renarin scrawl vaguely foreboding glyphs on the wall? About, uh, dating us?

Adolin: Let’s keep brainstorming!

#9: Put the idea in his head right before he leaves for Shinovar

After all, Kaladin often needs time to mull things over for an entire book before he can make a decision. So why not ask at a time when he’ll be guaranteed to have the time and space to decide for himself?

Kaladin: Hey, Szeth, do you think it’s possible to love multiple people at once and by loved by them in turn?

Kaladin: It just feels like that’s too much good, you know?

Kaladin: Things that are too good haven’t lasted in my life.

Kaladin: But maybe it will be different, this time?

Szeth: I hear nothing but screams when I close my eyes.

Kaladin: Does your, uh, sword have any ideas?

#8: Nonstop flirting

This is how Adolin got all of his relationships before Shallan. It’s kinda a solid standby for him. But would it work on Kaladin...?

Shallan: Nice boots. Love to see them on my floor.

Kaladin: D-Don’t steal my boots again!

Adolin: Hey Kaladin, maybe you’d like to use your power to stick me somewhere. Like the bed?

Kaladin: That’s really more Lopen’s thing, but he likes walls.

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Wait, are you guys flirting with me?

Adolin: Have been for months, thanks for noticing.

#7: Go through Syl

Perhaps they could try talking to Syl first, to get her on their side. A nice, friendly entity to subtly introduce the idea of a throuple to Kaladin.

Syl: So you know how I’m articulate, beautiful, and perfect, right?

Kaladin: Uh, sure, Syl.

Syl: Well *I* just learned something that will blow your mind! Did you know that you can date two people AT ONCE?!

Kaladin: I can barely date one person at a time.

Syl: Yes, but what if they were both WAY better at dating than you?

Syl: And what if you already liked them both?

Syl: And if they allied with me, proving that they are also super smart?

Shallan (quietly, from a distance): We asked her to be subtle, right?

Adolin: Wait, wait, I want to see where this is going!

#6: Let him overhear

Sometimes Kaladin has trouble processing new & unexpected ideas, like retiring from a job that has left him barely functional or the idea that his men might one day get married. So perhaps Shallan and Adolin could “accidentally” let him overhear their plans, allowing him to learn the information in a nonthreatening manner!

Shallan: I am so happy with you, Adolin. But I do wonder if our relationship could become even richer, if it could evolve in a way that only makes us both even happier.

Adolin (immediately forgetting his lines) Y-Yes! We SHOULD date Kaladin!

Shallan: ...

Shallan: Well I suppose that works.

#5: More subtly introduce him to the idea first

Or perhaps even the "let him ‘accidentally’ overhear” plan would be too much for Kaladin’s nerves. Perhaps it would be even better to let Kaladin get used to the idea of throuples in general first, and THEN suggest the specifics. And maybe Bridge 4 could help!

Sigzil: You know, there are cultures in which romantic relationships involve three people rather than two.

Kaladin: Huh!

Sigzil: Interesting, right?

Kaladin: Yeah, I guess so.

Sigzil (quietly): Mission accomplished.

Kaladin: What was that?

Sigzil: N-Nothing!

#4: Just go on dates with him until he figures it out

Kaladin is a man of action. Perhaps Shallan & Adolin can just keep asking him to join them for dinner until he figures it out.

Adolin: Hey, dinner with me and Shallan tonight? My treat!

Kaladin: A-Again?! Aren’t you two tired of me being the third wheel?

Shallan: You know, three wheels are actually way more stable than two.

Kaladin: Yeah, fine, but we’re talking about dating, not, like, carts or whatever.

Shallan: ...

Adolin: ...

Kaladin: So...aren’t you two tired of me interrupting your dates?

Adolin: We were so close!

Kaladin: What?

Adolin: What?

#3: Something Dramatic

As we know, Kaladin is a Dramatic Lad. So what better way to ask him out than to do so in the most dramatic fashion possible?

Adolin: So first we get him to fly up in the air, right? And he’ll look down to see Gallant marching at the head of a column of fully armored soldiers who will move around to spell out the glyphs for “Romance” and “Love.”

Shallan: Yes! And that’s when the chorus of women will start to sing the love song I had commissioned!

Adolin: It can’t possibly fail!

Shallan: He’s kinda afraid of horses, though.

Adolin: Yeah, maybe we’ll leave Gallant at home.

#2: Wait for a near-death experience

After all, Kaladin bonded with Shallan (and developed a bit of a crush) when they were trapped in the caverns during a highstorm. He bonded with Adolin when the two of them barely survived a fight against four shardbearers. So perhaps near-death experiences are just the most romantic time!

Kaladin: OH STORMFATHER THE THUNDERCLASTS ARE CRUSHING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WE LOVE

Adolin: Soooo Kaladin, are you bisexual?

Shallan: And/or biromantic?

Kaladin: [screaming]

Shallan (muttering): I knew we should have gone with the ominous glyphs.

#1: Just ask

Or, well, I suppose they could simply try asking him out directly.

Adolin: You know, Kaladin, Shallan and I both love you deeply.

Shallan: Would you like to go out--with both of us?

Adolin: Like on a romantic, three-person date?

Shallan: Perhaps multiple times over the long-term until we all see if we like it?

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Well...I guess we could...try it?

Shallan & Adolin: [openly weeping and cheering]

Kaladin: ...Has this been weighing on you for a while, then?

#cosmerelists #cosmere #stormlight archive #Kaladin #Shallan #Adolin #Shakadolin

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33max · 5 months

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Bean, I just read your fic "nobody wins a war" a couple days ago. It is so unique and well written. Could you tell us more about it? What happened after they move to San Francisco? Thank you.

It’s almost a year old now, and it’s still the fic I am most proud of to be honest! (x)

Max and Daniel move into a tiny one bedroom flat in San Francisco, but it’s all they need. They spend a while just… settling in. They have to do things like scout out a new busking spot for Daniel (very important!), find a new physiotherapist for Max (as the VA doesn’t exist yet), make friends in the community etc etc.

Not too long after they move Carlos gets injured in Vietnam, he’s discharged from the United States Army, leaving Charles alone out there. Max worries himself sick, he’s not there, Pierre isn’t there, Carlos isn’t there to keep Charles safe. He knows Charles won’t be coping, and he’s proven right when Charles appears on his doorstep late one evening.

Charles has been discharged on psychiatric grounds, and he’s in active addiction, which Max half expected. He’s seen what people do to cope. He doesn’t blame Charles at all.

For a while it’s really hard, Charles inhabits their sofa, screams at night, argues with Max during the day, and then cries. And cries. And cries.

Daniel and Max help him get involved in local rehab centres, there’s one that a member of the community has set up specifically for young gay men. It’s a good thing for Charles, a real turning point, and it is where things start to improve for him.

Over the years Daniel gets involved in lots of different types of activism. Max is more of a quiet supporter, but it works for the two of them.

When the war officially ends, Max cries deep heaving sobs of relief into Daniel’s shoulder. They take a walk out to the Golden Gate that evening, and Daniel encourages Max to climb up, hold the railings and scream out into the bay. He does, and then he kisses Daniel out there in the open.

Years later, Daniel is involved heavily in HIV/AIDS awareness campaigns and Max worries for him, worries about the names Daniel gets called, worries for their community. There’s not a huge amount of understanding and at the time so they also worry for their own health (they only sleep with each other and they are clean so it’s okay, but they don’t know that).

But one thing is for sure: they grow old together and their home is filled with song and laughter, and eventually Max’s nephews will visit from Eugene. They grow up knowing that love is love and Uncle Max loves Uncle Daniel and that sometimes people are mean but kindness is the future 🥺♥️

#answered #anonymous #nobody wins a war

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homosexuhauls · 1 year

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I haven't seen anyone mention it on here, most likely because English language news sources are reporting them as friends, but a man murdered a lesbian couple in Hong Kong last week.

(Twitter thread includes more sources and proof of the two victims being in a relationship. However, video of the attack exists online and some of the photos in Chinese news articles are graphic/disturbing. Please proceed with caution.)

Fang Xiaotong (26 years old) and Liu Jixi (22 years old) were stabbed to death by a 39 year old man in a targeted attack in a shopping mall. Allegedly, he purchased the knife only after seeing the visibly gay couple, then attacked Fang Xiaotong, who was a Tom, which has a similar meaning to a butch or stud or masc lesbian. Liu Jixi attempted to intervene to save her girlfriend, but the perpetrator stabbed her also. Bystanders and mall security did not intervene, although eventually chefs who worked at the mall heard screams and armed themselves with stools before attempting to stop the attacker. The perpetrator then waited calmly for the police, and both women were pronounced dead at the hospital. While Western sources are painting this as a result of mental illness, the video and local news stories make it clear that this was likely a hate crime.

(Nb. I've also seen their names given as Fong Hiu-tung and Lau Kai-hei, and also that they may have used the nicknames "Daniel" and "Amber". I can't know which names they would have preferred to be used, hence why I'm including all of them here but using Fang Xiaotong and Liu Jixi throughout the post for consistency and clarity.)

From Naomi Wu, whose twitter thread I've linked above, an explanation of the sometimes deadly hostilities Toms and other lesbians face in China and Hong Kong:

When men attack Toms (butches), they think a lot of things- sometimes in Chinese we say "one lesbian steals two men's wives"- herself and her partner. And for bitter middle-aged, unmarried men like this attacker, they've been told their whole life they are owed a wife to wait on them hand and foot- and they feel robbed and wronged by a young handsome Tom taking what's "theirs". They are angry, entitled, jealous- they want to teach her a lesson. They want to punish her for having what is rightfully theirs when they don't. Then it's "Oh, if you want to act like a man, I'll treat you like one". Most need to justify it to themselves to get started. Of course, the femme/Dee/P is always next, because we will fight to save our Tom, and once we do, they can justify turning their violence on us next. In their twisted head, they decide their unprovoked attack was "fighting 1-on-1" and it's our fault for getting involved. All Toms know the deal, they cannot win, all Toms tell their girls again and again "if something happens, just run, I can take it". When the time comes, all Toms try to buy their girl time to get away- even as they go down under fists and boots...or knives They want to buy us time, but no femmes can bear to leave them, so it never works. But they always go for our Toms first, then us. Every time.

Fang Xiaotong was a waiter in a high-end restaurant. She loved small animals and children and had lived with her mother and step-sister prior to moving in with Liu Jixi one to two months before the attack. Liu Jixi was a hair stylist and also worked part-time at a bar, which is apparently where she and Fang Xiaotong met. On the day of the attack, both women were planning to meet up with Fang Xiaotong's family to celebrate her grandfather's birthday.

Rest in peace 🫶 your courage will not be forgotten.

#lesbophobia #homophobia #lgbt #lesbian feminism #radfem safe #radical feminism #idek how to tag this i just want people to see it #it's so unfair to see them being erased before our eyes

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lovelyherruins · 27 days

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omg sometimes I forget team black ARE real people and not just mindless bots.

half the issues in hotd didnt even involve alicent, if anything they already existed before she entered the picture. antis says she should've minded her own business but then not mention Harwin, Larys, and Joffrey.

If Harwin just kept it in his pants instead of becoming the crown princess' side hoe (because that's what he is) then the whole Strong boys and arguements wouldn't have happened.

Do I have to explain Larys??

I brought Joffrey up for one reason and it's this:

it wasn't necessary but did it cause the riot that happened? no, you know what did tho? Joffrey openly talking about his and Criston's "relationships" with the people getting married. was that necessary for him to do? no it wasn't because it what world WOULD it be needed for some guy to talk to Kingsguard's secret relationship with the princess?

Those three MEN should've minded their business not alicent. when she asked Rhaenyra questions it was her job or her being a friend which leads me to :

perhaps alicent wasn't but the same thing could be said about Rhaenyra (lying on her mother's grave anyone?? just being over all Brat when Alicent TRIED to fix them??). the thing is they were both in bad situations in which they had little to no control in. Neither can be blamed for how they tried to help themselves or how they acted under pressure as KIDS. people seem to forget that alicent was also a child and always say "she was older in the books!" tell me when you ever picked up that book. the show is clearly different to the books why keep bringing up alicent's age? to justify hating her as a child.

HER PROBLEMS WAS CAUSED BY THE MEN IN HER LIFE!!!!

who forced her to go to the king's chambers and wear her mother's dress? Her dad. Who had the power to NOT marry her but did it anyway? Viserys. Who mistook her (understandable) missing of her father as a reason to kill his father and brother? fucking Larys. Who impregnated her and when she had sons, did nothing to support her or to fix the problems arising with the birth of male heirs? Viserys.

"they were friends not lovers"

friends not lovers, guys!!

friends not lovers.

of course it's never openly stated that they were in love but considering that the actors (who know the characters best) said there was an underlying romance between them and it was purposeful... you can't blame others for shipping them because as they said it was THERE.

while it was a big jump that alicent took with his words, I prefer to see what she did as less of a cunning act and more of an act of desperation. a way to avoid the incoming fighting that'll happen when the word gets out.

I'm not sure if the commenter is blaming the dance on alicent but can we for a second remember that alicent was going against her dad to bring back aegon? the council already had plans to sit aegon at the throne, alicent's misunderstandings did nothing to change that.

if rhaenyra ascending the throne wouldn't have cause a civil war, then Jace ascending it definitely would have because let's not forget being anti-bastard was not a thing Alicent created, everyone was against them.

Team black stans will call themselves feminists and say they support women's rights but when Alicent is shown to them, they scream internalized misogyny and call her a cunt. are you a feminist or do you just like seeing women agree with you and your views? to fit into the mold you made for feminism

alicent is a great example of the oppression of women in any time period and the greatest show of WHY women need feminism, and antis don't even give her grace

they uplift and praise the women who already have power and freedom and put down everyone else who doesn't have those things. that tells me more about their character and beliefs than whatever color they identify as.

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #anti team black stans #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #i cant believe im making apost before the 2nd season even starts

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