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pomefiwhore · 2 years

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So i found your vice dorm leader taking care of bug Pokemon and i was wondering if i can request the dorm leaders taking care of mc’s fully evolved starter pokemon please ?

notes: incredibly late I'm so sorry 💀 I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

warnings: bad grammar, crossover

Dorm leaders taking care of full evolved starter Pokemon!

Riddle Rosehearts — Meganium

Woah there you sure got a big pokemon with you, huh?

Nonetheless your Meganium seemed really sweet and Riddle just loved how it has a flower around its neck!

As it's from its nature having a fragrance that soothes and calm emotions, your pokemon was really useful to the dorm to calm the dorm leader's temper (Ace and Deuce at least are really thankful);

Meganium wasn't a problem at all and stayed by Riddle's side the entire time;

It was one of the quiest and calmest day in Heartslabyul

Leona Kingscholar — Feraligatr

At first he was really annoyed by having to take care of such large pokemon;

But oh boy, your big friend there sure has guts!

He was wary of having to babysit and protect your pokemon, but it wasn't even half of the day and your Feraligatr could intimidate most of the Savanaclaw members by just opening its big jaw;

Your pokemon was neutral towards Leona, not liking, but not disliking, and so your boyfriend felt the same. It was just a mutual respect relationship;

But I can guarantee that the dorm leader respects and recognize a lot the might of your fella. And fell in love even deeper with you, as you can manage to control such a huge beast.

Azul Ashengrotto — Empoleon

Hoho, you sure has some sort of majestic pokemon with you, no angelfish?

Your Empoleon isn't the friendly type, so it kept a somewhat poker face the entire day;

Azul really didn't have much to worry: it was just there minding its own business, waiting for you, so your boyfriend could just normally take care of Mostro Lounge-

Until he heards a loud crash sound;

When he went to check what was going on, there was broken plates and glass, the tables knocked on the floor and a giggling Floyd in the scene;

Of course Floyd had to tease the Empoleon and of course your pokemon decided to attack him, only to its attack be dodged by "Bind the Heart" and destroying great part of the restaurant;

Despite Azul angriness and 15 minutes full scolding Floyd and lightly scolding your Empoleon, he had to admit he was quite impress by the strength of your partner. The world you came from sure is quite intriguing!

For your luck (and for being Azul's lover) you didn't have to pay for any repairs, but you can hear a really loud whining coming from a certain eel.

Kalim Al-Asim — Chesnaught

Woahhhh what a strong-looking pokemon you have! Kalim is more than happy to take care of your precious partner;

Kalim was really energetic of having your pokemon around, wanting do to a lot of things with it!

But luckily (most to Jamil) your pokemon was more of the protective type, so as much it agreed to play with your boyfriend, it was always looking out for him and guaranteeing his safety. It is used to do this with you as you both came from a world that could be quite dangerous;

If someone looked from the outside, it seemed more that your Chesnaught was taking care of Kalim than the other way around;

At least Jamil could have a little break that day

Vil Schoenheit — Primarina

Vil was ecstatic with the beauty of your pokemon!

It was so pretty, delicate and charming! Just like the owner!

He had to stop Rook from taking pictures of it all the time, even if your Primarina wasn't minding at all! It loved being on spotlight;

When your boyfriend found out that your partner also could sing AND dance, he was two steps from literally stealing your pokemon and keeping for himself;

Vil made your Primarina live a one-day life of royalty, so of course it loved your boyfriend;

After that day, Primarina often sneak to Pomefiore to being pampered by Vil. You're lucky it still didn't think of making your boyfriend its owner-

Idia Shroud — Greninja

Oh my Great Seven your pokemon is SO cool, it reminded Idia so much of the ninjas from the animes he watched-

Of course Idia's nerd side awake and full of determination to explore every ability of your pokemon;

So yeah, he built prototypes for your Greninja destroy and test its powers;

Idia even went a bit too far and wrote down the pokemon statistics such as power capacity, stamina and somehow health power?

Your pokemon wasn't minding that at all! It loved to train and show off so it was more than happy to use the best of its abilities;

But you're a bit wary of letting your Greninja in the hands of Idia.... Please he is a bit way too much interested in studying your pokemon what is this weeb even thinking-

Malleus Draconia — Torterra

Oh? So this is one of the creatures that exist in your world? Very much interesting, indeed;

He was really amazed by the pokemon appearance, its resemble from a normal turtle, and promised to take the best care of your partner;

But Torterra pretty much wasn't having it;

It glared at Malleus and refused anything he tried to offer. Sebek was basically going crazy on the background from how bold your pokemon was to rejecting the Malleus Draconia's offer;

He gotta admit he was getting a bit upset that your pokemon kept ignoring him, but then he remembered that your Torterra feels homesick quite often and being away from its owner, even if it was for just a couple of hours, was sometimes way too much for it;

So he took your pokemon to Ramshackle dorm and he was really surprised when noticed how much comfortable and happy your partner was;

He was even more surprised when he saw that Torterra enjoyed being in a place where there was Malleus's so adored gargoyles;

Do let him take care of your friend more often, he really is intrigued and determined to know it better! (And secretly wants to see if your pokemon somehow enjoys gargoyles-)

notes: welp, I hope you enjoyed! Also I got quite tired of always have to choose a dragon-type for Malleus so I decided to change that!

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ji-yaaan · 4 years

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Anonymous asked:

Hello! I like your blog and the little comments here and there makes me laugh at times hehe ^^ May I request headcanons for Vil, Leona, Mal, and Floyd reactions and what they'll do to reconcile w/ the reader after a very hearted argument to which Reader may have said "I hate you" before storming out. Would they wait for a bit? A few days or hours? Or would they be upfront with their apology immediately? Reader also apologizes at the end, crying slightly if that's okay. If you notice me, thanks!

°•°•𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞?•°•°•

HC's with: Leona, Vil, Floyd, and Malleus.

Note: Ofc, I was late yet again. Pls forgive me dear sir... And ofc tumblr hates me so it won't cooperate! Drafts got deleted 3 times.... so if it somehow becomes inconsistent... I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! STONE ME GENTLY! anyways, i hope you enjoy this, actually no, I beg that you enjoy this?! Idk lololololololololol.

[𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍? 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚕]

°•°•°•𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 •°•°•°

“I HATE YOU!” with bits of tears in your eyes, you slammed the door shut behind you leaving Leona dumbfounded all by himself.

You hate him?You hate him!?!? Is that like for real??? He’ll scratch the back of his head in shame of pushing things too far to the point you were in tears.

But what can he do? His pride caught the best of him and he acted rash in the heat of the moment. This prideful lion just doesn’t know when to shut up smh.ಥ‿ಥ

He’ll try to remember when did everything started to go wrong, but he'll just get more and more guilty the more he thinks about it.

“Tchhhh... I messed up big time...”

It's not his style to give up easily, but his mind was set in a frenzy the moment he thinks about you leaving him.

A day without you started to become dull and boring the moment he grew fond of you. So it somehow became a habit of his to constantly seek you unconsciously. Whether it's a whiff of your scent, your voice ringing in the hallways, even the sound of your footsteps is something he could easily recognize.

But now that the two of you fought, this lion will find any way possible to avoid you seeing him.

Yeah... it will probably take a while for him to apologize...(꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

But when the time does come, expect Leona to prepare a simple yet sincere apology.

“Oi herbivore... Sorry about the other day ok? I missed my pillow for a while now...I lose...”

Simple yet sincere :') The prideful arrogant lion somehow learned to apologize despite his ego way ahead of him. He can't stand the thought of loosing you ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

°•°•°•°•𝙑𝙞𝙡 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩•°•°•°•°•

“VIL STOP IT! I hate this! I hate everything! I hate you!” you quickly ran away to the door as vil stood in his spot stupefied.

You hate him? You hate the Vil Schoenheit himself?Then so be it...

Vil is basically pissed and angry™. Moreover, you had the guts and audacity to tell him you hate him. His pride was shattered in front of him. And he's not happy about that (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

Nope. Nah. Never. He's not apologizing anytime sooner now. He'll be waiting for that spicy well deserved apology you have for him...

He'll try his best to avoid you and give you the sassy cold shoulder treatment™. It will probably last for a few days or maybe a week. He has his pride y’know?

Not until he hears a muffled sob in the hallways and realized it was your voice. You looked visibly upset and sad as you cried your heart out, all alone in the empty hallways.

Oh no... What did he do? Was his nagging that bad? Did he take it too far with the makeovers? Guilt ate his soul away as he tried to sort out his thoughts with the clear image of your crying face embedded in his mind.

“Okay... Maybe I did take it a little too far...”

Making up his mind, Vil will try to make everything set for tomorrow and apologize to you to fix this feud you both have. ( ╹▽╹ )

When classes are over and the two of you finally get to be alone, Vil will try to straighten this misunderstanding now! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

“Hey Y/n I just want to tell you... I'm sorry.” “Vil I'm so sorry for the other day!-”

The both of you stared at each other with shock... Did the both of you just say sorry at the same time?

“Pfffttttt-” The both of you laugh from how hilarious this moment was. It felt as if the fight you had didn't happened at all. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

“Y/n I'm sorry... I took it too far with what I do without asking your opinion first...”

“Yeah... I'm sorry I lashed out at you too... That was petty...”

Vil will definitely make a million dollar once in a lifetime seen smile, so you better treasure this rare sight!!!(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

“No more fighting, okay? ”

•°•°•°•°•𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝•°•°•°•°•°

“Floyd I hate you!” you slammed your way out of the table, running away from Floyd.

Angering Floyd was not the brightest Idea in the book. His infamous “bad moods” was not something anyone would like to experience. But somehow, he was really pushy and annoying today and you were fed up with it.

“Ahhhh~ Koebi-chan hates me now? what do I do?”

Thankfully, Floyd wasn’t really angry, though he was sad and heart broken that his favorite person said they hated him.(╥╭╮╥)

Floyd is an impulsive boi, so he might secretly follow you to see your face or something lol.

Ofc, Knowing Floyd, he’d definitely skip classes and skip his job at the Mostro Lounge due to his mood swings. Ofc, a certain octoboi wasn’t really happy with this.

Azul will probs tell Jade to help out his brother or something, lol Azul be secretly worrying for the two of you loooool.

However, with the help of Jade, the mushroom eel himself, he can guide his brother to make up with you!!!

Thank god mushroom eel is here to save the day! ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

A fight with Floyd won’t really last long. Because Floyd being Floyd, he’ll naturally come to you like nothing ever happened! That’s why you have to be patient and understanding when it comes to Floyd ok?

With the biggest hug from behind you. There was a cute eel boi that has come to ambush you with love!

“Shrimppy! Don’t avoid meeee! I miss you so much so hang out with me at the Mostro Lounge againnn!”

Floyd is not really good with his words nor his apologies. Though, his blunt and honest demeanor is definitely one of his charming points!!!! (☆▽☆)

“Shrimpy! I have some takoyaki with me! let’s share them together ok?!”

Ugh, Floyd is too cute... It would be a capital sin to not forgive him and decline his offer! Tsk I’m watching you, you better accept that apology!

•°•°•°•𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖•°•°•°

“MALLEUS I HATE YOU!”

Shock. Pure shock. You hate him? The last thing Malleus wants is to hurt your feelings. In his eyes, humans are delicate and vulnerable beings, so he tries his best to protect you and treat you with utter delicacy. Yet it seems as if he failed to do that...

Just before you slam the door behind you and escape this fight, a hand grabs your wrist in attempts to stop you. Nonetheless you still make your way out, leaving Malleus standing there alone.

Malleus was deeply hurt and sorry for making you sad and angry. His heart was shattered with the thought of you leaving him, someone who made their way this close to his heart, someone he cherishes deeply.

But this fight wont really last long because Malmal would definitely try and apologize as quickly as possible!(ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ)

Malleus is the soft type of person and I feel like he’d give up easily if it was you lol.(｡•́︿•̀｡)

Even if his apology was heard but not accepted, he’d gladly say his sorry no matter how much time and patience it will take, just for you to forgive him.༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

He’ll try to give you and Hour or two to clear your mind, then he’ll apologize!

Standing in front of your room, he’ll knock lightly at the door in front of him... No answer... So you’re still mad huh?

Leaning his forehead at the door, He’ll try to talk to you in hope for you to come out of your room. But nahhh, no signs of you leaving your room soo (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

He’ll mutter apologies after another just in case you hear them :’D

“Y/n I’m sorry for hurting your feelings earlier... that was rash of me to say, so I truly apologize... I hope my feelings reach you.”

Hearing his voice, it would prolly sound as if he’s ready to cry any moment by now. You’d be a monster if you don’t forgive this fae cutie!!!(┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

When you finally come out of the door to see him. I bet you he’s moment away from his tear dripping down. Ó╭╮Ò

“You’re not mad now right? Then is it fine to ask if we eat some ice cream later?”

You bet that Malleus would give you the biggest cheeriest grin in the entire world! oh the things you keep doing to him never surprises him. Pls dont leave this cinnamon roll or else-

That's it cuties! I need to sleep now- my classes are thriving, but I'm not!!!

God, school stuff are taking away my precious freedom and time for writing smh.

Oh god, I'm ranting again... What's new? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Anyways, I need to woosh now and I hope you enjoyed this one!!!

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band-of-bitches · 3 years

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Band of Brothers week - Day Four

Prompt - Favorite Replacement/Favorite Dynamic

BabeRoe if you squint lmao

Babe considered himself lucky. Somehow he managed to befriend the Toccoa man all the others seemed to look up to and admire, only to find out they were from the same town and grew up a few blocks away from each other.

Babe likes to think it was his spectacular personality, but earning the respect and likeness from the men who jumped into Normandy was probably heavily due to the fact that Guarnere had taken Babe under his wing immediately.

Before they were to jump again, Babe managed to get to know the other men of Easy, and despite being a replacement he already felt like he was welcomed.

“Babe? How does someone get the nickname Babe?”

The question came from a man called Toye. He leaned back on his chair in the bar, voice low as he asked. It wasn’t harsh, but Babe could hear that his nickname seemed funny to the guy.

“Don’t really know,” Babe admitted. “My ma just called me that growing up, and it stuck.”

“Eh, I’d go by ‘Babe’ too if my ma named me Edward,” said Bill, laughing as he whacked Babe’s shoulder from where he leaned against a bar post.

Babe shook him off but smiled all the same. He knew it was in good fun, and oddly enough Babe appreciated the teasing. Hearing Bill kid him made him think of back home, when his brothers and the other boys would rib each other, making fun of pretty much whatever they could.

“Leave the kid alone, Gonorrhea,” said another voice. Babe turned, recognizing the shorter man as Martin. Beside him stood the other Joe, the taller one with the long face.

Babe stifled a laugh at the nickname, knowing if he was any other replacement then that would have earned him a glare from the other Toccoa men. It’s wild how being buddy-buddy with Bill had already elevated Babe’s status among them all.

“What are you laughing at, huh?” Bill said, making Babe raise his hands in defense.

“Nothin’ Bill.”

“Uh-huh,” Bill said, crossing his arms in a way that made Babe think about the big guys back home. Bill had the face of one of the fellows who may have beaten Babe up for running into them and being too stubborn to apologize.

“You gonna beat up a replacement, Bill?” asked Luz, placing a large glass of beer in Toye’s hand as he came up to the group, one equally large glass in his other hand. “Should I call Doc?”

Bill snorted. “Nah. I’d rather deal with a Kraut than the Doc when he’s angry.”

“For someone so quiet he’s got a tempter,” replied Liebgott, taking a sip of his glass of whisky. “When Floyd god stabbed, I was in his way or something. I’d never had anyone yell at me to ‘move my ass outta the way' then go back to being all nice and second later so fast.”

Toye hummed. “Sounds like Doc.”

“Doc?” Babe questioned, raising an eyebrow as he tried to think about which medic they were speaking of. “Spina? The one from Philly?”

“Nah,” replied Bill. “Other other Doc. Impossible to miss. Pale as snow but hair is darker than damn tar.”

Babe thought back to all the medics he’s met so far. The one he befriended was Spina, and probably only because he recognized his accent and locked in on him as a Philly native almost immediately. He’s seen some here and there, but hasn’t spoken to any others, and not the one they were describing.

“Don’t know him,” Babe said.

“You will,” Martin replied. Babe looked at him with raised eyebrows. Martin chuckled. “Doc is always there. If you ever get hit, you can always rely on Roe to show up.”

Babe hummed. Roe.

“Ah, speak of the Devil!”

It was Luz who’d exclaimed, cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth as he raised his arms. Babe followed the direction of where he was looking. Babe spotted a man at the bar and was confident he was the Doc the second he saw him.

Bill wasn’t exaggerating. The guy was pale, maybe paler than Babe, which was a feat of its own since Babe was as Irish as they came. His hair was also practically pitch black, which only emphasized his pale complexion.

And Babe didn’t know how to explain it, but he looked like a medic. Babe could imagine him running to men in the heat of battle, ready with morphine and sulfur.

“Ay Doc! Get over here!” Luz exclaimed.

The doc, or Roe, gave them a small smile at the corner of his lips as he pushed himself off the bar and walked over to the group. Immediately, Liebgott clasped an arm on his opposite shoulder, shaking it as he welcomed him. A chorus of greetings erupted from the small group as Roe made his way up, clear booze starting to take its effects as the men all seemed to be unaware of their volume. Babe noticed how Roe grinned at the men, obviously one of the only men in the bar who had seemed to maintain all his sobriety.

“Hey Gene, have you met Babe yet?” asked Guarnere, gesturing towards Babe. “Heffron’s from Philly, and only grew up a few blocks down from my place believe it or not.”

Gene’s eye met Babe’s. He had kind eyes, Babe noticed.

“That's your given name, Heffron?” Roe asked, holding out a hand. Babe looked at it, a little surprised, but shook nonetheless.

“Nah. Edward, but no one’s called me that since Catholic elementary school.”

“Alright,” Roe replied, taking his hand back. “Good to meet you, Heffron.”

Babe avoided making a face but noticed the avoidance of his nickname. He wasn’t necessarily surprised by it since most people had questions when he introduced himself as ‘Babe’, but still. It seemed odd to him.

“You too, Doc. Hear you’re the guy to come too if I get the flu.”

Eugene chuckled, looking away as he wiped his nose with his finger. “Hardly. These guys just don’t know the first thing about not being clumsy idiots.”

Simultaneously, the men all erupted in protest as they defended themselves. Doc grinned as they did, finally laughing when Luz put on a hurt expression, grasping at his chest dramatically.

“Well, I’ll see you around fellas,” Roe said, nodding at the group.

“Leaving already, Doc?” asked Toye from his chair.

“No, but Shifty over there looks like he’s had a few too many.”

Babe glanced to where Roe gestured, noticing the way their resident sharpshooter swayed into another, obviously at a complete loss of balance. Babe chuckled at the image.

“Well, see you around, Doc,” Lieb said, clapping him on the shoulder again.

Roe nodded at the group, then caught Babe’s eye. “Good meeting you, Heffron.”

Again, Babe avoided making a face, and instead nodded at Roe as he walked away and towards Shifty’s side, putting a hand on his elbow to help with his balance. Babe looked away, unable to stop thinking about the interaction.

“Don’t take it personally, Babe,” Bill said, slapping his back harder than he probably thought he was. “He don’t call anyone by their nicknames.”

Babe gave him a confused look. “Why not?”

Bill shrugged, as did the rest of the men surrounding them.

“That’s just the way he is,” Liebgott said, taking another sip of his drink. He suddenly laughed into his glass. “I heard him call Popeye ‘Robert’ once and I swear I’ve never seen so many confused faces in my life.”

“Wait, his name’s Robert?” asked Luz, emphasizing the name.

Immediately, a now standing Toye slapped the back of Luz’s head, making him yelp out unexpectedly.

“Yeah, dumbass.”

“Shut yer trap, Toye,” Luz replied, rubbing the back of his head.

The men continued to talk, all of them joking with each other here and now. Babe was mostly silent but was content with simply watching. Now and then he’d spare a glance at Roe, unconsciously finding himself seeking him out in the crowded room. Bill was right; he wasn’t hard to miss.

Babe liked Roe enough, even just from their small interaction. He was the type of guy Babe would want to talk to, and he had a kind face.

At some point in the night, both Roe and Babe caught each other’s eye, Babe nodding his head in a silent hello as Roe smiled back. Then and there, Babe made a decision.

He’ll get Eugene Roe to call him ‘Babe’ someday, whenever that was.

#band of brothers #bob20anniversary #BabeRoe #Eugene roe #babe heffron #Yes your honor after two years these bitches still own property of my soul

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herefortheartstayforthesexy · 3 years

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I pulled this from an article on that off duty female firefighters account of George Floyd’s murder and alarms went off immediately - so many things are made clear in how the cops responded to her here, a woman who’s more their peer and team mate than ANY ONE:

-They don’t believe her when she says she’s a firefighter [because she’s a woman, and someone will certainly jump in and posit that a white guy saying the same thing would get the same response from the cops but .....I really don’t think so, I think we’re kidding ourselves when we pretend that equality is our cultures norm and not segregation and actual genocide and systemic racism and obvious sexism, seen in our disregarding/discrediting/cheapening everything that is feminine, like fucking feelings😤. Those cops would have recognized themselves in another guy claiming his skill set and even if they wouldn’t have let him check George’s pulse while he was dying, they would have for SURE treated him with more respect and with the assumption that he’s telling the truth if he exhibits enough “friendly qualities” aka be white, be male, not be dressed in clothes that look ‘urban’ or homeless (because a homeless white guy is just a failure which is unamerican 🙄) qualities which are literally a result of *luck* [white, man] and superficiality+privilege [money to buy clothes that make others more comfortable]

-‘you would know better’ is a totally infantilizing tone to take with this professional woman, and ultimately she DID KNOW BETTER THAN THEM and had they let her do what she knew was right to do a person would still be alive [like, piece of shit Derek Whatever should be fucking WISHING he had listened to her in that fucking moment every day for the rest of his life, it should haunt him that he let his surrounding fucked up culture of white supremacy and male-coddling move him to murder a man over a $20 bill instead of listen to a woman, or listen to a child, or listen to someone crying, or listen to someone with no money - he should be the poster child of “yo, we white men NEED everyone else around us and we should start acting like it, NOW” that’s literally what “make space” means, because too many men need to move out of the fucking way, like “let the grown ups talk” “let them work”, “let them save lives” I am so sick of LETTING cops play action hero with real guns and imagined ‘enemies’ in their real neighbors bodies - they shouldn’t ever be working with a defense mindset, it should be “support the community”, their intentions and goals should be *sooooo feminine* and rooted in love and care and family projected onto their country at large, their home🏠=their home🌎

- If/then statements become instantly threatening when someone’s life is immediately at stake, it’s an aggressor and his buddies telling you to get out of their way, to shut the fuck up

-....”you’d know not to get involved” WHAT THE FUCK she is part of the team of emergency responders in our country and she SHOULD get involved when she sees something that she can take care of - like a man with a swollen face smashed into the ground and a blocked air pipe and weakened heart rate - that is exactly her fucking job and how she knows to do it [all stories of off-duty cops running around discharging their weapons and making arrests without wearing their uniforms - we’re supposed to be fine with that, but not when the other emergency peeps try to apply their experience?? In this case where there was no threat to anyone as George was HANDCUFFED AND LOSING CONSCIOUSNESS surrounded by three cops and a crowd upset to be watching them kill him. cops constantly demand all this respect in response to their abuse and demand that citizens suspend their logic and their fucking freedom to exist so cops can “do their jobs” and we can’t complain, we can’t protest their bad job, we can’t give them *any* attitude at any time while they harass us even if they aren’t dressed as such..... but none of these special rules apply to anyone else.... like, cops fail the golden rule from the outset 🤨

The fact that a murderer who used to make money as a cop [because to be clear, being a cop isn’t a personality trait, it signifies no goodness, no heroism, nothing more than a job, a job people do to get money, it’s not heroic to get a chunk of cash after “triaging a childs gun shot wounded leg” especially considering the violence that cause that child’s injury was propagated by the violent and militant policing of their community...so cops have literally set the stage perfectly for all their “acts of heroism”and bonus! They get bonuses/pay increases when the crimes rates are “really🤑bad” like HELLO!!!]

that these spineless men can actually rest on the defense of “it was the black mans fault that he was killed, it was the counterfeit bills callers fault, it was the crowds fault for making us nervous and being threatening to us and angry at the sight of a man being slowly murdered in front of them” - the crowd was mostly people of color, young kids, and this firefighter who made a point of staying behind because she was concerned for the safety of her black neighbors *while police were around*

😑I need fucking Queen amidala in the center of the senate saying “the people have spoken and we vote no confidence” fire all cops, tell them “we set up this new protective agency, you can apply but we cannot promise you’ll get this job, you’ll have to PROVE IT that you can even do it” because I’ve never seen men spoken to like that,

I constantly hear how women and bipoc “just need to find another job” when they are in a tough spot with bad treatment, harassment, low pay, hours, etc, (these are almost always service jobs that entertain/benefit wealthy people, like waiters, like strippers, like masseuses, like fast food workers, like cheerleaders, like maids, like nannies, the rich seem to be in this cycle of consuming without resistance for as long as they possibly can, then if/when anyone brings up how it’s kind of dangerous and there should be a better way they say “well fucking fine! Just shut it down, we didn’t even NEED it, this was a pointless job anyways so now it doesn’t exist” it’s a shitty breakup - it’s the other person responding to your valid criticism and willingness to work together to improve the relationship “well I didn’t even like you and you’re ugly so” 🙄Cool!

~Whyyyyy don’t wealthy/privileged people get called out for all their daily bridge burning??? [the answer is unfortunately because they were burning bridges with people no one cared about - like the workers of a Taco Bell, or the child of a black man murdered by cops, or a teenage girl raped by an executive who invited her to his office for “an interview” - no one tells all the many people involved in letting abuse continue not to burn bridges with their victims, with all of THOSE people, because our culture doesn’t respect them. hence #blm #metoo #transrights etc, the real theme is “we’re not white straight men” white supremacy needs to die a horrible painful, ugly, honorless, despicable death~

So the wealthy creates the job, labels it from the get go “not worthy of respect”, enjoys without consequences, abuses, pretends that it’s the fault of the worker for their pay and that they receive no respect [✨gaslighting✨]...... and when that worker decides that their dignity isn’t worth 8.25 an hour, the wealthy response is to either fire the easily replacable body whose Heath is clearly of no importance to them [if it was we’d have universal heathcare] or just erase that job entirely that serves as someone’s lifeline, their survival, because abusing vulnerable people bears no weight on their own wealthy existence, with all their options. bill gates doesn’t give a shit when a subway closes, but that subway was not only the job/livelihoods of a whole team of people who *hopefully* live nearby with their families [and not three different bus rides away in a more “diverse” neighborhood 🙄], that subway also fed the community when they wanted lunch/dinner or wanted a sandwich snack or something warm, and didn’t have the time or the ingredients or the know how or *bodily ability* to do it themselves. To so many nameless/non celebrity people, that closing is catastrophic and in some cases threatening to their life.

We dismiss little lives and simple lives so ruthlessly, a man could be perfectly happy heading a subway for 35 years if he was paid respectfully by his employer and treated respectfully by everyone [if We had a subway guy like that, we’d love him! We’d know his name and he’d know ours and our faves and our goals and we could ask how his three kids are without hanging our heads in shame knowing he makes no more than $30,000 a year as a manager which is NOT AT ALL ENOUGH for either him alone or his lovely family that he loves so much - and this hypothetical is annoying already because we shouldn’t pay people a certain amount *because they are good*, people should be paid an amount that allows them to access the things that help them and enrich them, make them happier, healthier, make *choices* that lead to goodness for sure - but we can’t fucking expect people living in poverty now to prove to us that they’ll use their money “appropriately” - it starts with us helping them up

We couldn’t let restaurants/grocery stores close during the pandemic, that alone proved that we need these people who just flip burgers and stack cans - and we need them to be well paid, and healthy and happy

it is always those vulnerable individuals responsibility to find a new employer, not for structures of power to end discriminatory practices and mistreatment [uwu, too hard, thanks for making this laziness in our leaders possible white supremacy! It’s going so great😒] I’d like for white male cops to feel that vulnerability FOR ONCE [even just in conversation, even in a hypothetical] and have to consider winning a new job, and winning it based on actual merit and skill, not the fact that their fellow white dude bosses feel most comfortable with them in the locker room 🙄

if the larger portion of the community that doesn’t subscribe to white supremacy has no confidence in the men and women whose jobs it is to protect them and ‘serve justice’ then we need to adjust, not throw more money at the privileged, brainwashed fuck ups and say “here’s more money to be less monstrous” I really don’t get why anyone is surprised these tiny, insignificant, performative measures don’t result in any positive change - because we’re not tackling the actual issues and unfortunately for dipshits, *racism/sexism/classism* is the entire issue that needs to be handled - the issue is simply that some humans don’t think another group of humans deserve their respect [and I don’t want to hear that that’s how the animal kingdom works because fuck that, we’re thinking and *feeling* humans and that places us on a higher plane of existence and potential - to not know that we’re better than *this* is so fucking offensive, and we can’t keep moving as slowly as white straight ass holes, everything is on fire]

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Fanfic: Did You Notice Me?

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Set: London, New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day

Warnings: Just some inappropriate comments here and there and an innuendo.

I believe this will take you half an hour to read, please enjoy...

It was the last night of December of 1974, a chilly one. You and your three girl best friends, Katie, Penelope and Anna, have been roaming the streets of London in high heels, short dresses, faces of light make-up and -at least- warm winter coats for and hour or so, when you finally decided you should get in a club. It was 22:30 after all, and very soon the next year would dawn. You picked one that wasn’t so popular between the masses, but it was well known between the musicians and fans of the British music scene of the time…

Just as you entered the club, you noticed a group of four young men who had just published their third studio album and were cornered by many other girls, fans that is, because the only thing the boys seemed to be interested in, was talking to them politely so they wouldn’t offend their very own fans. Apart from that, they seemed uninterested in those girls.

You quickly averted your attention elsewhere because you didn’t want them to notice you, especially the lanky guitarist, whom you had longed, for quite some time now. So, you and your friends headed to the bar to order some alcohol.

About an hour had passed, the atmosphere was constantly getting better, and the music was more electrifying with each passing second. The four of you were moving around, slightly dancing to the music, when all of a sudden the song playing is changed, and you recognize it being one of your favourites. So you hurry to the center of the dance floor, while still on the short intro. Just as the singer starts singing, the lyrics match your state of being and serve your purpose. “Here I stand, look around around around…” And you really hope that Brian will notice you dancing in synch to one of their newest hits, and he might get the message as well…

After the song fades out you quickly return to your friends with a flushed face. Anna scans the crowd, locating Queen, and informs you, the four of them are chatting with each other, while looking towards your direction, seeming quite interested this time.

You managed to calm down in the following minutes, let the excitement subside and the four of you have returned to light chatting and dancing when the music slowly fades and finally stops completely. Then it is time for the countdown. 1974 will soon be upon you.

“10… 9…”

For some seconds you lock eyes with Brian May, but quickly resume counting with the rest of the crowd.

“4… 3… 2… 1… Happy New Year!!!!”

Everyone is on the dancefloor celebrating 1975 while electrifying music returns, this time with The Rolling Stones’ Can’t You Hear Me Knocking. You head outside for a little bit to get some fresh air and unwind from the tension a little, leaving behind your friends and everyone else dancing. Or well, not everyone, someone is closely following you without you taking notice of them.

You leant on the club’s brick wall, cool wind blowing in your face and hair. You observed your surroundings, but then averted your attention to that night’s clear sky full of shining stars.

You continued observing the outer space from your spot down on the earth when you jumped scared in the sudden hearing of an unfamiliar voice. “Happy New Year!” You hadn’t noticed the presence of the other person out there. Still, when you turned to face him, you knew exactly who he was. A light blush crept up your face, but it was hardly noticeable due to your make-up and the minimum amount of light the moon provided.

“Oh, Brian, you scared the hell out of me. Happy New Year!” you replied first nervous then smiling.

“So you know who I am,” he flashed you one of those smiles that are able to melt your heart “but I don’t even know your name. Care to introduce yourself ??”

You wished you could tease him a little, not telling him your name, but you couldn’t resist him. “My name is (Y/N), nice to meet you in person !!” you winked.

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N)… How did you end up out here ??” he inquired you.

Well, I needed some fresh air and ended up here looking at the stars. Ain’t a great night for stargazing ??”

“Hmmm, that is true… But since it’s a bit chilly out here…” the guitarist started by averting his brown eyes to gaze at his original workfield before Queen occurred, but then his voice trailled off awkwardly.

But you were more than interested in what he had to say… “Yes..??”

“ Well, (Y/N) I thought I should suggest since you clearly already know some things about me, but I just know your name and that you are a great dancer, if you would be interested in going inside, getting a table and chatting a bit more ??” he proposed.

Your response was a simple “I would love to !!” So you headed back inside the club.

Brian led the way and found a quiet spot where you could sit down and talk, this time with background music, you paid attention for a few seconds and recognized Led Zeppelin’s Black Dog.

But the tall musician interrupted your thoughts when he spoke up again… “So, (Y/N), do you work somewhere ?? Or are you still studying ?? I’m sorry, I can’t guess your exact age.” he stared right into your eyes with a shameful expression, although you thought there was no reason for him to be ashamed, you had to admit to yourself, it was cute.

A grin appeared in your lips and you answered his question “I’m 24, and I am in my last year studying History. How about you Brian ??”

“Well, I am 27 and I was studying Astrophysics, but the band is doing good at the moment, so I halted my studies…” his voice trailed off in that last part of the sentence and the curly guitarist seemed a little concerned about your reaction to the fact that if Queen fell apart soon, he wouldn’t have anything to do and should return to college, but you weren’t thinking about that.

“I see, speaking of Queen, I think you guys are doing a great job !! I love your songs !!” you exclaimed. This time was Brian’s turn to blush at that comment.

“Thank you, I am very glad to hear you do, what other artists or genres do you listen to (Y/N) ??”

“I like The Beatles” Brian’s face lit up in excitement in the hearing of these words “The Rolling Stones, The Doors, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, actually almost every today’s and yesterday’s artist” you added with a playful wink. “But I also like Jazz and Blues artists and songs.”

“You seem to be up to date with what is going on in the music industry then !! Do you have a favourite (Y/N) ??” asked a fully engaged in the conversation Brian.

“To be honest, yes, I do. And it is the truth… Queen. You guys are my favourite band.” you replied without colouring your voice, just telling the sincere truth. Nevertheless, that simple comment made Brian’s cheeks turn crimson red, and him both extremely happy and terribly shy at the same time, not able to utter another word.

A few moments passed by with Brian fiddling around, wondering what he should say, but you started laughing erratically so he just stared at you confused and now wondering whether you had been playing a game all along.

“Oh Brian…” you managed, but you continued laughing, not able to speak.

This time, however, Brian managed to regain his composure and you had to, too.

“(Y/N), I don’t like people playing with me… I liked you and I wanted to get to know you, but I won’t keep this up if this is a joke.” Brian stated with that authoritian voice only he could manage, quite angry this time, and you knew you had to calm him down again and set the record straight.

“I can imagine, and I am sorry I started laughing, I just found hilarious the fact that you couldn’t believe your band is someone’s favourite. I am not playing with you, in fact I hate being played on so I would never do that. On the contrary, I believe I must confess something…” you added, hesitation audible in your voice.

“I am listening (Y/N) !!” Now Brian was very interested in what you had to say, still very careful though and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t get away with not telling him.

However, before you could continue, Katie appeared out of the blue and exclaimed “(Y/N) !!! Here you are at last !! It’s been more than an hour since you left us and we were worried. Hi Brian, I’m Katie, (Y/N)’s friend.” she introduced herself.

Before you could respond and although Brian was a little taken aback by Katie’s sudden invasion he replied with that oh so calm and polite attitude and voice of his, nothing to remind you of the way he was previously using when he spoke to you, a way that made you feel somewhat guilty, a little like a small child being scolded at. “Nice to meet you Katie !! Your whole group of friends seems to know me. Do you need (Y/N) ??”

Katie dismissed the offer with a wave of her hand but also said “No, we were just wondering what happened to her. And of course we know you. Like she ever shuts up about Queen !!” she added an eye-roll to emphasize. “Okay, so I’m going back to Penelope and Anna. Later guys !!” and with that she left.

Meanwhile, your face couldn’t have been redder with shame, you wouldn’t dare look Brian in the eyes and wished the earth would open then and there so you could vanish for ever.

Brian was really amused with this turn of the tables. He was also convinced you weren’t lying or playing with him, and that relaxed him and made him happier. Now he had the upper hand, and since you wouldn’t dare to speak yet, he started a little monologue.

“Okay, (Y/N)…” he started, and your eyes, without you being able to control them, like they were experiencing some sort of strange gravity, fixated on Brian’s brown ones. “You have to thank Katie, because now I believe you really like Queen and the only reason you were laughing was because you did found funny my reaction, and not because you were playing with me.” The only thing you managed, was a sigh of relief. “Still, this feels insincere. I feel like every reaction of yours is well thought out and perfectly calculated. I must admit I felt something for you when I saw you dancing to Now I’m Here that is why I tried to get to know you but it feels like a trap. I want to hear what you have to say about this, but please tell me the truth. Not just a part of it, all of it.” He clarified, and now you had to defend yourself and be honest or you could lose him. This put a great burden on you and you were close to crying, still you had to be strong.

You both looked into each other’s eyes as you spoke, and Brian noticed you were on the verge of tears, without saying a word about it nevertheless.

You took a deep dreath and started telling Brian your side of the story. Your voice was a whisper, barely audible. “In that case I have to start from the beginning of my story. Moreover, I want to thank you for allowing me to tell you everything before you make up your mind…. Well, I listened to your first album, Queen, and I was amazed. The sound was so originally, different than what I had ever heard before and your songs spoke to my soul. So, I wanted to see you live. I once came to a gig of yours and you, Brian, caught my attention. I kept an eye and an ear on your work ever since, and I’ve been to a couple of your shows as well. I was thinking about you day in, day out. I fell in love with you, in fact, I still am. As for today, I didn’t know you would be here. We just chose this club for the night. As we entered, I saw you were here. When Now I’m Here played, I did what I would have done even if you weren’t present, but I also saw it as my chance to catch your attention. And, boy, I did, apparently. When I went out, I just needed some fresh air, I hadn’t noticed you followed me, but I was happy you did. I do know a lot of things about you, yes, and I guess that was what made it insincere, but Brian I am infatuated.” You finished that off and a tear you had been holding for too long fell out of your eye. You were anticipating the reply, you were really nervous, afraid it wouldn’t be what you wanted to hear. Every second passing, felt like an hour. You didn’t even dare look at Brian anymore, you had just put your head down, hoping for an answer.

Brian was processing what you had told him for a couple of minutes. When he finally came up with what he thought was an appropriate response, he spoke these exact words.

“(Y/N), look at me. There’s no reason to be like this now. No matter what I am gonna say, you said everything, so the matter isn’t in your hands anymore.” In the hearing of those words, you looked the guitarist straight in the eyes again. His words were soothing, even though this could mean that he would reject you. “I want to believe what you just said, is true. And I do, I believe you, because I had noticed you all three times you came to our gigs, even though you always stayed in the shadows, you always sang along, knew every word to every song and you did caught my attention back there, so I knew some things about you, too. I just didn’t know your name or anything else, really. I want to get to know you better, but since we are both equally attracted to each other, would you like to be my girlfriend (Y/N) ??” he did speak some words you had fantasized of hearing, but never thought you actually would.

A stream of tears ran down your face, when all the tension that had built-up during this short time-span vanished. “Oh my, of course I do Brian !! Yesss !!” you exclaimed happily.

You fell into his warm embrace, and the both of you stayed like that for some minutes. Brian carefully dried your tears, in order to save your make-up.

Brian was the one that finally broke apart that embrace, and suggested you went to meet his bandmates. John, Roger and Freddie. You agreed withought a second thought, it was your favourite band after all, and added you should go to your friends as well. So you headed to them first.

You made your way through the crowd hand in hand. You had to admit it was less crowded now, but it was half past three already.

“Brian !! Do you know what time is it ?? We have been talking for so long we didn’t notice the time that passed. It is half past three already !!” you repeated, this time out loud, since you couldn’t quite believe it. You finally found Anna, Penelope and Katie chatting without stopping, even for a breath.

“GIRLS!!!” you shouted in order to be heard. All three turned around to face you and were genuinely surprised to find you side by side and holding hands with Brian, even though they knew you had longed him for over a year now, and Katie had seen you talking some time ago.

Penelope was the first one to overcome the shock so, she spoke first “Guys, (Y/N), Brian tell me you are together now !!”

“Yes Penelope, we are. Can you believe it ??” You confirmed her suspicion, still trying to process the fact yourself yourself. “Oh and Brian, this is Penelope, and that is Anna. You already met Katie.”

“Nice to meet you girls” he said, flashing them a smile. “Shall we go the boys now ??”

“Fred, Rog, Deaky, what did I miss ??” Brian asked when you had found them.

“Ah, nothing special, dear. Just some hook-ups” he added, flashing a naughty wink, and although Roger didn’t seem to care at all, John blushed heavily. “How about you Bri ?? You’ve been missing for hours. I was just starting to worry and I would come searching for you, unless another hook-up occurred…” Brian rolled his eyes at that somewhat inappropriate comment of Freddie’s, and Roger chuckled.

Meanwhile you just stood there, by Brian’s side, smiling. You were a bit taken aback, meeting your favourite band in person, while being in a relationship with one of its members was surreal.

Before Brian could introduce you, Roger jumped up from where he was sat and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Roger. So, who are you pretty girl ?? You were the one dancing to Now I’m Here, weren’t you ??”

The band was even more quick to respond to each other, before you could even utter a word. “Rog dear, you are right, she was the one.” Freddie added before he turned to face you, “Darling you have amazing moves, rhythm, you were completely in synch with Rogιe’s drumming and, I must add, a great taste in music !!”

This time it was Brian who spoke up “Fred, I don’t know about that last comment about the great taste in music. Her favourite band is ours !!” He teased the arrogant frontman. “And, well, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend !! Do you remember I had told you that in three of our gigs there was a girl that remained in the shadows but shone even from there ?? This was her !!” There were some exclamations from the guys, but this time all of them fell silent for you to talk.

“I am standing in front of my favourite band, okay, so…. All of you seem to know about me, too, Brian !!” you teased your new boyfriend, poking his side. “Well, Freddie thanks for the compliments, and, I must say, I have a soft spot for the drums, so it was unthinkable of me to not be in synch with them. Nice to finally meet you Freddie, Roger and John.” You left the boys behind too.

“Bri ?? Shall we dance ??” you suggested.

Brian seemed hesitant “I am not a really good dancer (Y/N)…” the guitarist replied, biting his lip.

“Ah, Brian !!!” you pouted. “Look around you… Nobody is going to judge you or really care about your abilities !! You should be dancing for fun, this isn’t a competition.” you smiled sweetly.

“In that case, let’s go dance !!” Brian seemed more happy and relieved now.

You two headed to the dancefloor. Now the DJ had slowed the pace, playing more romantinc songs. You started moving around slowly, embracing each other, while Something, the quiet Beatle’s song played. You stayed like that till the end of that song and then broke apart that embrace but continued dancing, facing each other to Touch Me by the Dooors

When you stopped dancing you decided you would like to return to Brian's home so before you broke apart you decided you would meet outside the club. Then you separated ways and the guitarist headed to his band while you went to your group of friends to grab your purse and coat. Before you headed out, you gave your girl friends some insight of your conversation with Brian, and then headed out to meet him again.

The two of you left the club, leaving behind your friends. You were walking the, usually crowded and noisy, but now so quiet and calm, streets of London. It was so peaceful, the festive atmosphere made your walk back to the curly guitarist’s home, so romantic. Brian had his hand draped around your back and resting on your shoulder. You were chatting, informing each other about your lives, everything you could think of. The stars were shining brighter than you had ever seen them shine. Both of you were blissful, just enjoying the moments, taking in as much as you could.

After walking for about 20 minutes, you tuned right once more and got in the second house of that block. It was a small but beautiful little house, with a garden. Brian fumbled with the keys and the lock, and once he managed to open the door he let you in. After he closed the door, he leant in and kissed you. It was a quick, sloppy kiss, but it was your first one.

First thing you did when in the house was preparing some tea, then you sat on the sofa draped in a blanket each, chatting, laughing, getting to know each other. When it finally dawned you were tired but very happy.

You got up, still draped in your blankets and headed to Brian’s bedroom, closed the curtains, discarded the blankets and your clothes. Brian whispered in your ear “You’ve been starring in my dreams...” You and Brian fell on the bed, but no matter how tired you were, sleeping isn't what you were planning on doing...

I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it has. Anyway...

Well, this is my first Queen fanfiction, I really hope you liked it, please tell me what you thought of it with an anon, private message, comment, even with a like. I don’t care whether it is bad or good, I wanna know.

Special thanks to @prettyxlittlexwriter for proofreading for me.

You can reblog if you want, I would appreciate it more than you could think... So, if you feel like reblogging don’t hesitate. Much love...

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