#and immediately is roomed with the 'lgbtq+ all at once' person

[shrimp1y]

modern ay yew where they are roommates. shenanigans ensues

#ndm #na daoine maithe #moirai myth #ndm flannan #ndm robin #game not even out yet and im alr fuckin around #my art #robin would say what pussy size r u queen even though they may or may not have one themselves #flannan jsut escaped the country life with his conservative family he's trying to unlearn his toxic masculinity #and immediately is roomed with the 'lgbtq+ all at once' person #nobody knows what robin is. its the gender euphoria for me #robin themselvces don't clarify they sometimes even introduce themselves with a fake name #what makes u think u can trust anythin they say #they would stroll up on campus on boxers and a skateboard #ppl r like are u an art student? and they are like haha no i major in quantum physics babie! #flan is the art student. #and yeah theyre tatted

[gaytamorfosi]

The sofa on which everything changed

🇬🇧 ("Il divano su cui è cambiato tutto" Versione Inglese)

The new sofa was stiff, the fabric was as tight as a violin string, it was like sitting on a wooden bench. Riccardo didn't feel like a person sitting on a sofa, he thought he looked more like a toy placed there, where some careless child had placed it and forgotten it.

A mug full of tea, feet on the table, some music...

Riccardo listened to the radio wrapped in his very white, soft and scented fleece sweatshirt. He had tried to make himself comfortable on that new sofa, he was trying to feel at home in the rented apartment starting from the simplest things he could think of. However, the way in which he had arrived on that sofa was anything but simple, Riccardo's life had been completely revolutionized in just a few weeks.

Riccardo's father, a gruff and very religious man, had insisted that his son start working in the family's small hardware store in Saronno. Riccardo on the other hand wanted to go to university, he didn't even know what he wanted to study but he was certain that he didn't want to spend his life surrounded by allen keys, siphons and bolts. "I know what's best for you" the father kept repeating in a dry and authoritative tone. Riccardo had tried everything to convince him, but with the big hard head that his father had, the man remained adamant on his decision.

One evening Riccardo decided to play the last card he had available and after having made his parents sit on the sofa, he took courage and announced: "Dad, Mom, I like boys". The father responded with laughter, followed only by silence. Realizing that it wasn't a joke, a veil of disbelief passed before his eyes, and then exploded into ferocious anger. He would have strangled that ungrateful son, how dare he? The man's hands would have already been wrapped around the young man's frail neck, if his mother, who rarely asserted her opinions, had not intervened. Half an hour later Riccardo was outside the front door and walking bent under the weight of a large backpack, dragging two suitcases larger than him. His whole life was inside, thrown haphazardly. Paradoxically, Riccardo had never felt so light-hearted and, although his soul was hurt, he smiled at the thought that the next day he would go to see the state university of Milan. Riccardo spent a sleepless night at the Saronno station; he took the first train to Milan at 5:44 and then headed straight for the university.

Having arrived in front of the large building, he had to wait an hour and a half, because the large door opened at 7.30. In the almost deserted square, his eyes rested on a rainbow flyer hanging on the wall: it indicated the appointments of the LGBTQ+ collective of the university. Riccardo took a photo of it with his cell phone, thinking that perhaps someone among the members of that group could host him for a few days. When the guard opened the doors, Riccardo tried to reach the internal courtyard, but was immediately stopped: "where are you going with all these suitcases?" The guard asked, “They're for a lesson, I'm here because I have to assemble all the equipment. They told me we're on the top floor" Riccardo lied. The guard pointed with a perplexed look towards the way to an elevator that took him to the top floor, and Riccardo thanked him and set off with a determined step, before the guard could ask anything else. Once in the bathroom on the top floor, the poor exhausted boy locked the door and fell asleep.

It was long after noon when Riccardo woke up and headed to the meeting of the LGBTQ+ collective. Everywhere he went all those suitcases made him feel like a Martian who had just landed on planet earth. Riccardo identified the meeting room without problems, it was the noisiest of all. The cheerful chatter of those present did not stop when the boy entered the classroom, but a few poorly concealed glances quickly flew from the boy's face, to his body, to his heavy luggage.

As usual, before starting the meeting each boy stood up in turn repeating out loud his name, his faculty, how many years he had been studying and how many years he had attended the collective. When it was his turn, Riccardo stood up and said "I'm Riccardo, I'm 19 years old, I'm not a student and my parents just kicked me out of our home". Since everyone was staring at him with dismay and made no sign of going on with the introductions, Riccardo continued his story by summarizing what had happened to him in the last hours.

That evening Riccardo slept on the sofa of a group of roommates who were members of the collective, the following day the boys of the collective had spread Riccardo's story to half of the LGBTQ+ community of Milan. For three weeks Riccardo bounced from one sofa to another, he quickly found a job as an usher at the Carcano, the famous theater, then finally he moved (more or less permanently) renting a room in an apartment in the suburbs. Now he shared the house with Simone, a thirty-year-old with a massive physique: he had no hair, he was not very manly in his ways and he worked as an assistant and researcher at the university. The two got along well, but their schedules were so different that they rarely crossed paths in the apartment.

That day Simone had to give a lecture at university, so Riccardo was alone at home. Riccardo sat on that stiff sofa with the cup in his hand and while the tea bag colored the water, the young man's fingers turned over the strange colored paper package where the teabag had been kept shortly before. "I wonder where does Silvia get these things?" he thought. Silvia was a friend of Simone, one of those girls who think they are a bit witchy and collect crystals and supposedly magical objects; wherever Silvia passed, she left behind a trail of trinkets and nonsense that she believed were prodigious and Simone let her do it, just to make her happy. The sachet had some illegible writing on it, but for Riccardo it was as if it said "Silvia brought this".

Smoke rose silently from the cup of hot water, and a sweet aroma wafted through the room. "...Vanilla? ...Caramel? ...Hazelnut?" Riccardo asked himself as he inhaled the intense fragrance released by the cup. It was such a full-bodied scent that it seemed to penetrate the skin and warm the body like a hot bath. There you go, perhaps for the first time in weeks Riccardo was managing to relax. "If only this fleece sweatshirt didn't itch so much," he thought, and then he began to undress. It was a really strange garment, until a few moments ago it seemed soft and comfortable, but now it stung unbearably.

Standing shirtless on the sofa, Riccardo brought the cup to his lips, blew, and then took a small sip: it was the best tea he had ever drunk, sweet but not cloying, it almost tasted like... A kiss. This too was a strange thought, Riccardo had never kissed a man's lips, yet that was the taste he associated it with. Riccardo waited patiently to let the drink cool down a little, then took a few sips. The warmth of the drink spread to every corner of his body, giving a profound feeling of well-being. It had been a lifetime since Riccardo felt so good, he felt alive, he wanted to go for a run outside, to go out and look at the sky, to start a new chapter in his life...

"I have to ask Silvia where she got this stuff" he thought, scratching his beard.

Yet another unusual event: Riccardo had never had a beard, yet now it was there, thick and black, almost like that of his roommate. Riccardo, prey to the almost orgasmic sensation given by the colorful tea, paid no attention to his beard, nor to the hair that was starting to grow on the rest of his body. The beard gave Riccardo a distinguished look, he looked a few years older but it suited him really well. With that hair he looked more muscular, but was it an illusion or were they real muscles? How was something like this possible? This explained his desire to move and run, his new muscles were warm and ready, like a racing bike that had just left the store. But running for what? Running to whom? Riccardo decided to get dressed and go out, but first he finished the contents of his cup in large gulps.

The desire to go out immediately vanished and Riccardo remained sitting exactly as before, dazed and in disbelief. A sense of sudden relaxation permeated his body, which gradually began to sink into the sofa. The cushions bent and deformed under the sudden weight of Riccardo's mass, which began to increase impressively. The little skin and bones body that Riccardo had until a few minutes before was nothing but a distant memory, covered as it was with muscles, flesh and fur.

The transformation that was taking place would have astonished anyone, a little man of not even twenty years old now easily looked over thirty, and had multiplied his size as he never could have done in his life, not even if he had started living by binging and lifting weights. Riccardo was satisfied, relaxed and happy, a bit like how you feel after a big Christmas dinner.

When that feeling dissipated, he reached a mirror and observed himself with satisfaction: He was a really good-looking man. Despite the absurdity of the situation, Riccardo remained calm, as if everything was perfectly under control, as if he were the one who wanted to change into another person. The more he looked at himself in the mirror, the more he realized that his build looked like an exact copy of Simone's. Who knows what the neighbors would have said? With those two gorillas in the apartment next door (one of which had probably eaten that skinny boy who is no longer seen). Speaking of Simone, how could he explain to him that that teabag had transformed him into such a beast? At the word "beast" Riccardo had the idea of ​​checking a very important part of the body, which he hadn't yet thought about. Even before he put his hand there, he couldn't help but feel a certain movement in his underwear, but a sudden noise interrupted the delicate moment: they were Simone's keys in the lock of the door. Riccardo's heart began to beat so fast that it seemed to have grown too. For the first time a sense of concern permeated that new and massive body, which now walked awkwardly in front of the front door.

The door swung open revealing a tiny figure covered in a much too big blue t-shirt. A cute and frowning blond boy was staring at Riccardo. "Simone?" Riccardo asked in amazement.

Simone had drunk the same tea that morning, but to him it seemed like a perfectly normal tea and he had gone to give his lesson. During the return journey on the tram, he felt sudden dizziness and decided to get off, fearing that traveling on public transport would make the situation worse. As he walked home, he began to shrink and rejuvenate, and while his body took the shape of Riccardo's, soft blond hair grew on his head, while his beard vanished without leaving the slightest trace. Simone couldn't believe what was happening, how could he stop this? The more his body transformed, the more the desire to run home arose in him, which was quite difficult with shoes and clothes that were decidedly too big, so much so that he necessarily had to hold them up firmly with his hands so as not to lose them on the street. The poor guy ran holding those enormous trousers with two hands, it almost looked like he was taking part in a sack race. Since the trousers fell everywhere and hid nothing, they were now just an obstacle and Simone decided to abandon them on the street. Running in his underwear allowed him to go faster, after all there was only the last bit of road left to go.

He reached the front door repeating in his head the speech he wanted to give to Riccardo to explain what had happened to him, but the biggest shock was yet to come.

Opening the door Simone was astonished, but immediately understood that that big, bare-chested man with a visible erection in his trousers was none other than Riccardo.

It wasn't necessary to say another word, the two knew exactly what had happened to the other, even if they had no idea why something like this had happened. Then they felt stronger than ever that impulse to sprint, to run, to reach... each other. That was why Riccardo wanted to run out, the same reason that pushed Simone to run home: A magnetic force attracted them to each other. Simone swallowed, his eyes moving from Riccardo's face to his swollen package, while his little feet moved carrying him towards the big man. As Simone walked, he also dropped his underwear, which was now loose on him. Riccardo also freed Simone from his shirt (which almost reached his knees) and saw that Simone was also very excited. While Simone tried to return the favor and unbuttoned his roommate's belt, Riccardo couldn't help but look at the little body in front of him, with his small throbbing erection: "you're the cutest thing I've ever seen" he said.

Simone blushed and once he had removed the belt from Riccardo's trousers, he pushed him towards the bedroom and closed the front door.

Riccardo lifted Simone and put him on the bed, he thought he looked really cute small like that, then without hesitation he took off his own trousers and underwear.

Simone didn't even have time to realize that Riccardo's member was even bigger than the one he had before transforming. Riccardo reached his roommate, dragging his knees on the sheets and bent down to give him a kiss: it was a sweet-tasting kiss, perhaps because Riccardo's lips still tasted like tea. Simone had never received a kiss like that, he would have liked time to stop there. Riccardo's warm skin in contact with Simone's was the most beautiful sensation they had ever felt.

Riccardo moved, made Simone lie on his back and opened his legs, to insert his bearded face under his balls: it was such a sensitive spot that Simone was afraid of coming immediately, only to be touched there by Riccardo's lips, who instead he started licking the boy's little hole. Simone trembled with pleasure (since when was he so sensitive?) while he clung to the sheets, the desire to grasp the gigantic manhood of that big man with both hands made room in his head.

When Riccardo raised his head, Simone moved and gave way to Riccardo, noticing that in his haste he had forgotten to remove his socks. While the big man stretched out his broad back on the bed, Simone struggled to take off his gray socks, now deformed because they covered feet that had just multiplied their size. There was something exciting in this action, Simone thought it was weird, he had never had similar tastes, usually feet left him indifferent, but now he couldn't let Riccardo's heavy leg fall back on the mattrass. Instead, he brought his foot close to his lips and kissed the sole of the large foot, then ran it over the skin of his torso, up to his pubis. Riccardo, smiling amused, used his toes to tickle Simone's erection which now more than ever seemed about to explode. Extremely excited, Simone lowered his face to Riccardo's hairy pubis and kissed him repeatedly. Riccardo's erection was also throbbing, Simone grabbed it with one hand, while the other delicately held the two big balls. Riccardo suddenly felt totally subservient to that bold blond, now that his powerful new tool was entirely in his hands. Simone brought his face closer to the precious loot and took it into his mouth, putting into practice all the experience he had in this kind of things. Riccardo, faced with that completely new sensation, was on the verge of coming several times, but before doing so there was at least one other thing he wanted to try.

Simone moved and straddled Riccardo, as if it were the response to a telepathic message. After having lubricated the area properly and having put the largest condom that was in Simone's drawer, Riccardo delicately inserted his member into Simone's thin opening. He was generally versatile, but it had been years since he had found a top partner. It was one of the most intense relationships of his life, and he thought that whatever had happened had been necessary to bring the two of them there, in that moment, in that form, into that bed. They came within seconds of each other, then moved to the bathroom to clean themselves.

With a slightly clearer mind, Riccardo asked: "...and now? what do we do looking like this?". Simone, sitting on the bidet, had his back to his roommate and without raising his eyes replied: "There’s only one thing to do: now I'll call Silvia and ask her if this situation is temporary or permanent. If necessary, we'll stay at home for some time waiting for it to wear off".

Riccardo's face darkened, he didn’t know why but he didn't want things to go back to the way they were before. "If it's just a temporary thing, would you like to have another cup of that tea every now and then?" Riccardo asked with a shyness that was even more endearing on a big man like that. "Another cup of what? And what if it's permanent?" Simone replied in an astonished and worried tone. Riccardo crouched behind Simone and gave him a kiss on the shoulder, then said: "If it were permanent, would you like to go out with me?"

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𝘓𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭'𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵à, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰. 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

#gay body swap #gay tf #gay transformation #gaytamorfosi #male body swap #male tf #male transformation #age regression #male muscle growth #age progression #body swap #age swap

[overly-dramatic-artist]

Happy Pride Month to the entire community! To those who are out and rightfully loud about their identity. To those who can only celebrate in online spaces. To those who are not safe to come out. To those who don’t feel a need to be ‘out.’ To those who embrace specific labels. To those who cast labels aside. To those who are struggling with their identity. Pride Month is for all of us.

I was 13 when I figured out that I was queer, and 14 when I decided to put my first label on it by outting myself to my friends, and I immediately wanted to take it back because of how quiet the room got. I kept my label of being bi to myself after that. But even after clutching that title close to my heart, for the longest time, I felt that it still didn’t quite encompass how I felt. I never obsessed over boys (or girls) the way my friends did. I never got crushes on people. And whenever someone did approach me with romantic pursuit or was giving that kind of vibe, I always felt sick to my stomach. I thought that maybe I was just scared of romance because it had never happened to me. I thought maybe this is just how everyone feels but they manage to power through. I thought maybe I was broken.

It was only this past January that it finally clicked, and it was by getting an ao3 comment, of all things. It was from someone who shared and reacted to a passage I had written inadvertently resonating with their own romantic attraction. The idea of being demi-romantic had been slowly growing on me as I wrote my fic, but hearing it from another person and how much they related to my own feelings I had given to a (very self-insert) character validated those feelings tenfold. It was no longer just me weaving in my personal hang-ups in to a fic, it was something that even just one other person could understand. I wasn’t alone.

Yes, it does feel a little silly to say that writing a Bruno Madrigal x Reader fic helped me become more comfortable and validated in my sexuality and identity, but here we are.

Once again, happy Pride! This blog has always been and will continue to remain a safe place for the entire LGBTQ+ community. Remember to celebrate with love, joy, passion, acceptance, and above all else, kindness 💖

#pride month #demi romantic #bisexual #lgbtq #mandys drawings #angel morales estrada #bruno my beloved #bruno madrigal x oc #encanto #Encanto oc #Angela Morales Estrada

[mxssingmemories]

JUUUUUUULEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS hi okay so UM I HAE AN IDEA. tom holland x platonic bsf reader thing where reader comes out to him? it can be anything u want AND ALSO PLEASE I WANT TESSA IN THERE IF U CAN thank u beautiful i love u beaitiful bye beautiful

Best Friend Ever

Pairing: Tom Holland x platonic!best friend!reader

Summary: Y/N found out some news about herself and really wants to tell her best friend Tom. She's really worried about how he'll react, but he comes through like the amazing person he is.

Warnings: Anxiety, coming out, tooth-rotting fluff <3

Word count: 1.2k !!

A/N: Jules? Posting two fics in a single night?? What is happening? Anyways, I'm loving this request, thank you so much Ash <3. This fic was so much fun to write. Also, reminder that requests are very much open!!

It was a pretty quiet day in the Holland house. Dom and Nikki, along with his brothers, were all out of town on a "vacation" of sorts. Tom ended up staying home to take care of Tessa. He was pretty excited to finally have the house to himself for once, especially since that meant he could invite you over. Everyone knew that you were his best friend-you've been there for him during some of the hardest times in his life. You've known him since before his first Marvel role, and you were so blessed that you got to see him grow up in his own little ways.

You and Tom knew practically everything about each other. He could always tell when you were having a bad day or vice versa, and knew exactly what to do. So, when you showed up on his front porch for the scheduled hangout with a fake smile on your face, he knew something was wrong. He tried to get you to talk to him several times, but eventually just let it be. He knew you well enough to trust that if it was serious you'd come to him in your own time.

You two started your TV marathon-Brooklyn Nine-Nine, of course- and sat down on the living room couch. Tessa immediately curled up in between you both. You leaned into Tom's chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around you providing the casual comfort only a best friend could. His and Tessa's presence and breathing calmed you significantly, even as your thoughts weighed heavily on your mind.

"What if he doesn't support me? What if he breaks off the friendship? What if he hates me?"

Your brain ran through all of the possible outcomes with anxiety, thoughts whirling through your head at what felt like 50 miles an hour. Only when Tom's hand squeezed your arm gently did you come out of it, shooting an apologetic smile at your best friend. He nodded in understanding, holding you just a little closer as if he could protect you from the negative thoughts he didn't even know were there.

Logically, you knew Tom would probably be supportive. He'd had so many positive interactions with LGBTQ fans and family alike, but for some reason your brain thought it would be different. Oh well, you figured, might as well get it over with.

However, the second you opened your mouth, you felt your blood run cold. You quickly shut it again, hoping Tom didn't notice your little speaking mishap.

In reality, Tom definitely noticed. It only made him more concerned for you. You'd been off the whole day, not paying attention to the show at all. He knew all he had to do was wait for you to come to him, but he was still anxious as hell. Tom was a helper, and he had never felt the need to help more than he did in this moment.

"Want to go get some ice cream, Y/N?" he asked, a smile on his face. Your eyes brightened up as you nodded, jumping off the couch. "Okay, I'll get Tessa's leash on. You wanna grab a hoodie from my closet?" As you nodded again, he went to grab Tessa's leash and let you do your thing. You came back downstairs a minute later, all ready to go.

Tom put Tess in the backseat, making sure she was secure. The minute you got in, you stole the aux and Taylor Swift started blaring. When Tom scoffed, you smirked unabashedly-it was Taylor Swift. The ride to the ice cream parlor was uneventful, filled with quieter music and Tessa's paws on your arm. It was peaceful, and for a moment you were finally able to relax.

The bell dinged as you both walked into the shop, Alex coming over to greet you.

"Hey, loves! How's it going?" they grinned, already preparing your orders and Tess' whipped cream.

"Pretty okay, Alex! Mom and Dad are out of town, so me and dingus here are having a sleepover." Tom smiled, making sure Tessa didn't try to sneak behind the counter again. As soon as Alex got your orders prepared, Tom motioned to head out to the car, but you shook your head.

"Is it alright if I stay back and talk to Alex for a sec?" At his nod, you walked back in to find Alex sitting at one of the tables with a milkshake. They smiled and motioned for you to sit down. Nose deep in their milkshake, they motioned for you to continue.

Alex was one of the most open people you've ever met. They made it public knowledge they were trans, and you looked up to them very much.

You gulped. "How..how did you come out to your best friend?" Alex immediately sat up a little straighter and made eye contact with you.

"Well, honestly I feel like they knew. I kind of just came out with it outright. They were so supportive, and honestly it went really well. Why? IS there something you need to tell me?" they asked, a glint in their eyes.

"I'm pan, Alex." you stated, eyes widening when they giggled a bit.

"Dude. I know. I also know that you're terrified to tell Tom, am I right?" At your shrug, they continued, "I can promise you 100% that he's going to support you. He's your best friend, and above all an awesome person. I think you should do it. You got this kiddo," they beamed. Standing up to hug them with tears in your eyes, you started walking out. They grabbed your shoulder, and whispered "it's gonna be fine." Planting a kiss on your cheek, you finally met Tom outside.

You ate your ice cream on the way home, quite enjoying the newfound confidence the chat with Alex gave you.

The second you got home, Tessa jumped on the couch with you, effectively taking Tom's spot. He playfully glared at Tess and scooted her over until he was sat beside you. Turning on the movie, he felt you snuggle up to him and relaxed.

Your heart was beating, however, as you sat up again. "Tom. I really need to get this out and I've been thinking about it for a while, it's completely fine if you don't accept it. I mean it's not fine, it'll suck ass, but I understand-"

our best friend cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth, taking his turn to speak. "Y/N. Please just tell me. I won't judge you, I pinky-promise."

"I..shit. I'm pan."

Realization flashed across his features, and before your eyes could get too teary he pulled you into his chest.

"That's okay, kiddo. I know. I've got you, it's okay love." He continued murmuring support into your ear as your eyes got heavy. You knew you were going to fall asleep soon. You placed your hand on Tessa's head by muscle memory as she scooted towards you, finding enough strength in you to say three words.

"I love you," you sighed sleepily, your best friend's face going soft again at those words. He murmured his reply, but you were already fast asleep. The last thing you registered was the feeling of being loved, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

#tom holland fluff #tom holland x platonic!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x best friend!reader #coming out #my writing #ash <3 #loving this

[kitty-is-writing]

Happy Pride Month all!

This year I finally got around to finishing some of my LGBTQ+ themed shorts, based in the same world as my novels. All of these are canon to the Drenius books, bits of character background and slice-of-life stuff that I couldn't fit into the main storylines.

The first one focuses on Alex and Dan, two loving husbands who run a tavern in a remote village. Hope you enjoy reading about these two.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

It was always so quiet in the mornings, Alex thought. The only sounds were the faint chink of dishes in the kitchen, and a distant mumble of people outside. Of course, the lack of paying guests at the moment contributed to the near silence. When they had people staying in the upstairs rooms, there was usually some thumping and conversation as they got up, packed if they were leaving that day, and headed down for breakfast. He enjoyed having guests, for the company and the stories they shared more than any income, but it was also nice to have quiet mornings sometimes. It gave him a chance to get all the tables polished in peace, and spend some time with Dan.

“Lex, honey, did you want your eggs fried or scrambled today?” Dan called through from the kitchen.

“Scrambled please,” he replied. Dan made the best scrambled eggs, with a sprinkle of grated cheese and some spices mixed in. They’d talked about opening for breakfast a few times before, serving some simple meals and hot drinks early in the day, but always decided against it. The first couple of hours of the day were their own, and neither of them was willing to share that time with anyone else.

He had just finished the second last table when Dan pushed the rickety breakfast trolley through, loaded with steaming plates, crumbling pastries, chilled juices and the morning’s papers. “Here we are. A good breakfast for a good day,” said Dan, setting things on the last unpolished table.

Alex smiled and put the cleaning things aside. This was their little ritual, Alex cleaned while Dan cooked, and once it was ready they sat together to enjoy each other’s company in peace before opening to the rest of the village. “It looks delicious. Did you try something different with the bread? It looks a bit more golden around the crust than your usual recipe.”

“It’s a new glaze, just a thin coating of spiced honey brushed over the top before baking. I thought it might make nice toast,” Dan replied as he cut off a few slices. “Let me know what you think, I might add it to the menu.”

“Mm. It’s good, reminds me of that mead they make over in the next village,” Alex said. “Sweet enough for flavour without being over sweet, and just right on the spice. Clove and cinnamon?”

“With a tiny hint of ginger for warmth. I’m thinking it might work nicely on some cakes for the winter, too,” said Dan, opening one of the papers then immediately closing it. “Nope. No bad news for me today, thanks.”

Alex looked over. “What is it?” They had newspapers delivered from both Aglendale and Oakshire, via a small courier service that worked along the border.

“Looks like King Francis is being a bastard again,” Dan replied. “Have a read if you like, I’m not going to make myself upset with the details.”

One of the Aglendale papers, the Apex Gazette, was closest to Alex. “Foolish Frankie Forfeits Friendships? Nice alliteration there,” he said, pulling it over to scan the article. “Apparently he’s insulted one of Nakata’s Imperial Princes. ‘Lard-bellied snot goblin’, they’ve quoted here, that’s an interesting phrase.”

Dan snorted into his tea. “Which Prince? I know a few of them are slightly portly, but I wouldn’t say lard-bellied. Or snot goblin, whatever one of those is supposed to be.”

“The one who was engaged to Princess Alicia, according to this. Nice looking guy, at least in this picture.” Alex turned the image towards Dan.

“Not bad. Little skinny for me personally, but I can see the appeal. Oakshire’s papers are a bit less flattering of him, though.” Dan nodded towards the paper he had first picked up, its headline screaming ‘Princess Engaged to Deviant Foreigner’. “Not sure if that’s a smear campaign of if he’s really bi or something, but it looks like they’re pushing the whole pervert angle again.”

Alex dropped the Gazette on top of it, covering the headline. “Nice. I’m so glad we got out of there when we did.”

“Same here. I do miss the bustle of Falridge, though. Maybe we could take a break sometime, close up for a week or so and go visit some of the elves’ cities?”

“That’s not a bad idea. It’s usually quiet in late spring, maybe then? Sapphire Falls is supposed to have some amazing views, or there’s Agate Cove on the south coast, if you’d rather go for a seaside trip.”

Dan nodded thoughtfully. “Either is good. Maybe both, if you feel like a bit of a road trip. We could hire a car, spend some time sightseeing along the way as well. Or we could go mad and take a whole month, travel the length of the country. I hear there are some great hiking trails in Points’ End,” he said.

“Now there’s a plan I can get behind. We could get someone to take care of the inn if we’re going for that long, too,” Alex said. “I’ll ask around, see if anyone could step in temporarily. Or just close the place and hire someone to keep the rats away. It’s not like we do a roaring trade at the best of times, little village like this. I’m sure the locals can feed themselves for a month.”

They finished breakfast, and Dan disappeared back into the kitchen to start on the day’s prep work. Alex cleared away the plates and polished the last table, hanging the assorted papers on the rack beside the bar. Most of the Oakshire papers tucked towards the back, folded so that the headlines screeching about ‘deviants’ were not immediately visible. Neither of them needed to be looking at those words all day, having heard them more than enough throughout their lives. Hopefully tomorrow the press would have found something else to be outraged about.

#short story #my work #lgbtq+ #gay pride #lgbtqia #pride #pride month #queer #original writing #Kitty's short stories

[idlecommotiony]

This is going to be a hot take. People will be mad. But just bare with me for half a minute.

As a person with a chronic tic disorder, I always daily have to deal with ignorant people, who think they know better than me and my doctors. I’ve realized a pattern recently in my college classes about the demographics of these people; they are all people of privilege. It starts with one white boy in the back of the room whispering why my condition is fake, why I am fake, and why every move I make is basically “wrong” and not real. Its annoying but then the white women around him start believing him almost immediately and go with it.

The thing is in my five years of having F95.5 tic disorder and going out in public, a POC has never once said something regarding the lines of how I’m faking my disability. NEVER. And that’s why I found even as a white person I’m subconsciously drawn to them because I feel safer around them because we’ve both faced discrimination and know how it feels to be treated differently because of something beyond our control.

Now here’s where some of y’all are going to be mad but this is my experience and I am valid for that. First of all, I am apart of the LGBTQ community (I am a lesbian who is not out) and respect everyone who is part of that community. But I do hate the modernized portion of it involving how people view what is valid or not. I have had many people apart of the LGBTQ community (them assuming I am straight as well because I am never gay enough for them) bully and criticize my disability because they feel superior because they have received hate from their gender/s$xual orientation so they put that hatred out on someone who is also vulnerable. I am not saying this is all of the community but a portion has recently begun a surge of superiority for there orientation and has begun deciding that no one else can have it “worse than them” (an oppression race basically).

I know one girl in my class who is gay who stares evil eyes at me because I must be faking and suddenly one day she started telling people in class how quirky she is with all her problems and trauma and then continues whispering to her friend why I am faking this disorder that I haven’t even told her of, but since I haven’t mentioned it by name, it’s not real I guess.

It’s an ongoing cycle and I’m sorry for anyone who had to read this long but I’m so F-ing frustrated at these people who feel that they are educated and know everything and everyone’s issues when they know absolutely nothing of what every person goes through every day. The difference is for them it’s a competition -for me, it’s a thing in my life that I would stop in a heartbeat if I could to avoid the devastation it has brought me. I don’t want the attention, I don’t want the pain, I don’t want the people laughing in back of the room or the snapchat cameras I see briefly pointed at me and sent to god knows who

-and yet I will never be good enough for those people.

#tics and tourettes #pleasestoptellingpeopletheyarefakingtheirtics #disabled #disability advocacy #invisable disability #ablism #white men #lgbtq #POCs

[ionlytalktodogs]

Okay look I’m kinda young, right. Probably too young to be making this post. But what you might not know is I came out a solid 7 years ago. And holy shit was it a different landscape then than it is now. Maybe not as different as it was 10 or 20 years ago but it was different.

As a dumbass 10 year old all I could think was who would care that I’m gay! It’s not important! Everyone I love will still like me for who I am, even if they don’t support queer people :)

Oh how I was wrong.

I’ve spent 7 long years internally shaking and slapping my younger self saying “WHY DIDN’T YOU WAIT YOU ASSHOLE” because 10 was? Too young to come out. For where I was in life. I was already dealing with a whole host of problems (mental illness, especially severe anxiety causing me to have trouble leaving the house, as just an example) and when I came out it got way. WAY. Worse.

All my friends left. They isolated me from other kids. Told all the kids I knew that I was a homo freak and to stay away from me or else I’d hit on them (yes even the boys, they didn’t really understand what being a lesbian was ngl). My parents were disgusted. My older brother, who had previously been my best friend for my whole life, refused to be in the same room with me because I’m a “pervert” and a “freak.” My dad stopped talking to me altogether for a while.

Suddenly everyone I thought I had left.

Every avenue I had was…closed. There were no youth groups in my area, no QSA, nothing. Representation in media? HA. As if.

I had three people who supported me: my grandparents and my girlfriend (who went on to…kind of traumatize me but that’s another story). And still my mom wouldn’t let me explicitly talk to my grandparents about being queer. We had to dance around the subject. They gave me books about queer characters and told me to hide them. All the books were dense 400+ page novels about gay men, near impossible for me to read with my ADHD and dyslexia.

I had…no one. And the worst part? Everything got a million times harder when I came out as nonbinary. There was even less for nonbinary people. Once I aged into high school I finally got the ability to go to a QSA………only to be met with extremely transphobic LGB people. I finally met another queer person (other than my ex). She immediately told me that trans people are “traitors to the community.”

What I’m trying to say is…not a lot of stuff makes me cry…but the representation I’ve been seeing lately in cartoons? In cartoons that are accessible to KIDS? That makes me cry. She-ra and the Owl House and all of that. That makes me scream and sob. Because I would’ve benefited SO much from that as a kid. I cried myself to sleep every night dreaming of a day when we had that. I was exposed to so much completely inappropriate shit as a kid because I was so desperate for representation and the only representation that existed for people like me was…well you know.

I’m just so glad that these younger LGBTQ+ people get to…have that representation. I can’t stop thinking about kids like me, who don’t have support in their real life, getting to read things like the Tea Dragon Society and Heartstopper. And I’m so. SO FUCKING HAPPY. That they get that. I can’t explain how special it is to me that younger people get to have this representation I can’t explain it. I pleaded every day for this future. And it’s here.

#happy pride #be loud and proud #and for the record #my parents have come around #my mom got me a cake to celebrate that I’m gay last year #my dad is taking me to some pride events this year #my brother is still an asshole but whatever lol #sometimes people…do come around #I really never EVER thought they would. but they did! #just like…five years after when I needed their support…lol #pride #lgbt #lgbtq #pride month #my ramblings

[pashterlengkap]

A stranger once burst into our Airbnb & bolted to the bathroom because life as a nomad is never dull

First, an apology. My husband, Michael, and I are fully aware that we write about toilet issues fairly regularly. Then again, toilets are a part of travel. Related: This is not another terrible toilet travel story. Okay, maybe it is. In the middle of a predicament while living in Malaysia, I thought, at least it can’t get worse. But it can, Michael. It can. Take the time a few weeks ago when Michael and I were sitting at home in our Vancouver Airbnb, which was a basement unit in a house. Never Miss a Beat Subscribe to our daily newsletter to stay ahead of the latest LGBTQ+ political news and insights. Promotions (occasional) * Week in Good News (one on the Weekend) * Week in Review (one on the Weekend) * Daily Brief (one each weekday) * Sign Up The front room of our Airbnb.Provided by Michael Jensen There was a door which led into the other half of the basement and the rest of the house where our hosts lived. A door that we had always assumed was locked. But suddenly, the door flung open, and a man stepped inside our apartment and made a beeline directly to our bathroom, closing the door behind him. I looked at Michael. Michael looked at me. Had what we thought happened really just happened? Was there a person in our bathroom right now? Someone we’d never seen before? Later, I told some friends that I felt such an unprecedented, unique feeling of confusion that it should have its own word. “Sh*t-stunned,” I said. “Or bowel-wildered.” Then one friend, Tyler, volunteered, “Poo-plexed?” Which is, henceforth, exactly what this very specific emotion shall be called. At that moment, Michael and I were completely and utterly poo-plexed. Finally, Michael said, “I’m going up to talk to our hosts.” This was smart. There was an unknown person in our bathroom. It would take too long to text them. He immediately left to go up and around to knock on their front door. But that meant I was left alone in the apartment. Except that, no, I wasn’t alone. There was someone in our bathroom! Which is why I felt so poo-plexed. And he’d now been in there long enough to know that this was definitely a poo-plex situation — emphasis on the “poo.” The scene of the, uh, crime. Provided by Michael Jensen Should I knock? After all, this was our apartment, which was relevant for two reasons. First, I was technically his “host,” and a good host should always be sensitive to the needs of their guests. Second — and perhaps more importantly — he was literally an “intruder in my apartment,” and people who unlawfully break into other people’s apartments should be apprehended and possibly punished. But people who break into apartments are, by definition, unpredictable, so the last thing I wanted to do was confront him. Five looooong minutes later, the man — finally! — stepped out of the bathroom and immediately, and without making eye contact, headed back through the door. He was gone as quickly as he’d come. Had he ever even been here? Part of me wasn’t sure. Once again, I was poo-plexed. Michael returned from upstairs. “John and Linda are mortified,” he told me, meaning our hosts. “They have a guest, but they have no idea what happened.” Had the guest gotten lost? Or had he had some kind of embarrassing bathroom emergency that he didn’t want to share with them? When it comes to matters such as this, I believe we should all always try to be as understanding as possible. But it still felt really weird — a violation of sorts. What if Michael or I had been naked? What if we’d been in the bathroom with the door unlocked? There had definitely been no knocking involved on either door. Provided by Michael Jensen What does the sign say?! Provided by Michael Jensen Later, John came down to formally apologize. “There’s no excuse for what happened,” he said. “It was really inappropriate, and we’re really sorry.” Then he handed… http://dlvr.it/T0gHGt

[firstyearseminar6]

Final Paper

Winning the White House With Hate (1616)

Today, political parties will do just about anything to get people into the voting booth. They know that if they can get their political base to get up and vote for anything at all, those people will end up voting for the party on every other issue that they don’t care about, hence the phrase “straight-ticket (republican/democrat)”. This has led to the rise of reactionary politics, most especially from the right-wing GOP. For example, a mildly democratic person might feel empowered to vote this year when they normally would not, only because they believe in abortion. Once that person gets their ballot, however, they’re sure to vote straight-ticket blue, because while they’re really only there for abortion as a single-issue voter, they still are a part of the Democratic political base, and are highly likely to vote in favor of the Democrats on other issues. These people are worth their weight in gold to political parties, who will do anything and everything in their power to convince them to go to the voting booth on election day. Democrats will campaign hard for abortion rights this year, because it draws support from across the country, including from those who do not usually vote. For decades, the GOP’s reactionary issue has been about blocking abortion, stopping immigration, and other classic right-wing issues. Now, the GOP has found a new target. In this essay, I will argue that the right is using identity politics as a way to scapegoat and delegitimize LGBTQ people, as well as take away their fundamental right to exist, all with the end goal of empowering the right-wing political base.

A good place to begin is the history of the GOP’s treatment of LGBTQ people. For decades, they demonized gay people, and fought tooth and nail to prevent gay marriage with laws like the “Defense of Marriage Act” (DOMA), which banned federal recognition of same-sex marriages. It was only neutralized in 2015 by the US Supreme Court ruling of Obergefell v. Hodges, which “concluded in the establishment that same-sex marriage was a fundamental right that must be granted and recognized by all 50 states, the District of Columbia, and other US territories.” (Stein-Alvarado). This meant that the right to same-sex marriage was immediately granted to Americans across the country, regardless of their own state’s local laws. It was stating that the constitution’s existing laws were enough to legalize gay marriage, and that all laws to the contrary were unenforcible. The DOMA was only repealed in 2022 by the Respect for Marriage Act (RFMA), which was heavily pushed by Democrats, especially Joe Biden, who previously voted in favor of the DOMA back in 1996 (GovTrack). So far, I have neglected the homophobic elephant in the room, and a GOP favorite, Ronald Regan. He is, of course, directly responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of gay men to the AIDS epidemic (Tumulty), as well as being the first person with Altzheimer’s to handle nuclear launch codes (Pilkington). In the years since the DOMA passed, acceptance of gay marriage grew, making attacking it today less of a winning issue.

Despite the current Democratic president, the GOP is hard at work delegitimizing LGBTQ people. Specifically, they have used the age-old argument of “won’t somebody think of the children?”. If you turn on Fox News, all you hear about is how children are reading books in school with gay people in them, as though that would somehow turn them gay. The campaigns aren’t limited to television, either. The rise of social media has given advertisers the ability to target advertisements towards narrow and exact audiences, meaning that many Democrats aren’t even seeing the full scope of the campaign the GOP is pushing. Much of the work is being pushed by Florida Governor and barely-candidate for President, Ron DeSantis. He has paved the way with law after law attacking queer people for simply existing, and has used the opportunity to run campaign ads celebrating doing so, using social media (ABC News). He has passed laws to out transgender students to their parents, and fought to censor the mention of any gender or sexual health topics in schools. This constant demonization of queer people to Republicans has really made me feel the target that they have taped to my back. 32 transgender people were murdered because of their identity last year in the US, and with the increasing calls for violence against queer people like me, I can’t help but feel worried (Schoenbaum).

Getting the right-wing political base empowered and angry at LGBTQ people isn’t the only effect of this campaign. Transgender people themselves are being delegitimized and undermined as people, because just as banning marriage for gay people or banning gay teachers from schools undermined gay people’s legitimacy as people, banning transgender people from using the correct restroom or playing sports undermines their legitimacy as people as well. In addition, the banning of the mere mention of the existence of LGBTQ people to schoolchildren also undermines their legitimacy as people. If you didn’t hear about or see an entire type of person until middle school, you would certainly think of them differently than if you had simply seen and accepted them since birth. LGBTQ people moving out and fleeing states where GOP campaigns against them are occuring only helps improve the margins by which the right wins elections in those areas, though that’s more of a convenient side-effect than the end goal.

The GOP is looking to push their reactionary state policies on the nation. Despite the GOP’s constant criticisms of “democrats pushing identity politics”, they sure do campaign hard against LGBTQ identifying people. A huge battleground for this has been Florida, where laws targeting LGBTQ people have been very successful politically for their governor, who enjoys wide support among his constituents (Mason-Dixon Polling and Strategy). During his campaign for president, he has boasted about his actions against LGBTQ people to potential voters. With the GOP attempting to push their anti-LGBT policies on the rest of the country, California could end up subject to the same discriminatory laws that Florida is under. Recently, Former Vice President and former candidate for president Mike Pence explained that he wanted to pass “a federal ban on transgender chemical or surgical surgery (sic) anywhere in the country” (Racker), which would effectively ban my existence, though Pence proved to unpopular among the political base for other unrelated reasons, and has subsequently dropped out of the race.

Part of the problem is that the spot for president looks ripe for the taking. President Joe Biden is really, really old. If you have watched one of his speeches recently, you’ll know that he talks and looks like a grandfather, and it’s looking like he’s going to be going up against whoever the GOP frontrunner is. Desantis is 45 years old, which puts him on the younger side of politicians in this country, which makes him very appealing to swing voters, simply because of his age. President Joe Biden was 25 years old when interracial marriage bans were declared unconstitutional, and he married his first wife at a time when 16 states in the country, mostly in the South, banned him from marrying a person of another race. Donald Trump is just 4 years younger than Biden, making him 21 years old when interracial marriage bans were lifted, though if you watch a speech from Trump compared to Biden, Trump looks far less like a grandpa. To say that we need younger leadership in the government would be an understatement, though that’s not to say that we need more people like Desantis. The democrats really should have pushed for a younger candidate this time around, though that ship has sailed by now. 

If the GOP can get enough of their political base to go to the polls this year, they could win. The combination of using anti-LGBTQ laws as a method of empowering the right-wing political base, as well as the pushing of younger candidates has created a ripe opportunity for far-right candidates to push their own campaigns at the expense of the rights and legitimacy of LGBTQ people, and while this is nothing new compared to the historical moves of the GOP, it’s an especially pressing issue in the present day. By pitting their political base against the much-smaller LGBTQ community, the right is killing two birds with one stone by not only causing queer people to leave the state, but also by encouraging the right-wing political base to vote in favor of the politicians pushing these policies. The repeated demonization of LGBTQ people has done real harm, not only to those living in the states where these laws are passed, but also across the country due to the rise of social media allowing the influence of these actions to spread across borders.

In conclusion, the actions taken against LGBTQ people by the right, especially those vying for power, are harmful and dangerous. We can see this most clearly with presidential candidate Ron Desantis, whose anti-LGBTQ laws have followed in the footsteps of the GOP of previous decades (Eskridge 1337). In addition, his laws in the state of Florida have inspired other states to follow in his lead, with 22 other states having passed anti-transgender legislation recently (Gabriel). It all comes together to form a hostile political climate against people like me that I have never seen before, and the 2024 presidential election is shaping up to be a heated battle, one that affects me whether I like it or not, because if the GOP wins, their draconian laws aimed at delegitimizing queer people will impact every state, not just those ran by the right.

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Eskridge, Jr., William N. "Sexual and Gender Variation in American Publiclaw: From Malignant to Benign to Productive." UCLA Law Review, 2010, pp. 1333-1373, sites.oxy.edu/ron/csp19/2010/Eskridge-sexualand%20gendervariation-2010.pdf. Accessed 6 Oct. 2023.

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[boythirteen]

I loved that you posted things all day. I found you everywhere. I love you. It was mostly a rainy day here and I read all your posts and finished writing my sermon and made a drawing, too. In the sermon I had to make the present tense be like it was past because of when I’ll be reading it to them. It doesn’t have a title yet.

SERMON Hello everyone. Thank you, Rev. Pat, for inviting me to preach today. I started writing this sermon from a motel room in Myrtle Beach, which is where Frances and I ended up on our bike trip. I remember preaching at almost this same time last year and telling everyone about our bike trip in Florida. But this year we didn’t go to Florida, mainly because the government in Florida hates lgbtq+ people, especially trans people, more overtly than most other states, and we didn’t want to be there. So, instead, we rode our bikes from here to Myrtle Beach, which was another kind of adventure that did include ugly things like confederate flags and Trump flags and Lets go Brandon signs. But supportive things, too, like Love is Love banners and gay flags and conscientious drivers who passed us with such care. This was a new feeling I had about cars passing around us on the narrow 2-lane roads, how some cars were gentle and others menacing like the wide trucks with revved up engines seeming to want to blow us off the edge. I don’t mean to stereotype but it simply was true that the revved up trucks were the aggressive ones. And something else I felt, an unsettling thing, was the implied threat in American flags and worse, in signs praising Jesus. Which were threats I’d been feeling already but in a starker way now, and with a more pronounced personal vulnerability. I felt more literally exposed. A few times along the way I had disturbing flashes of scenes from the movie Easy Rider, even. And when I took off my t-shirt to swim, when I bared my manly trans chest as I’ve always so loved to do, I felt an acute self-consciousness that alarmed me. I had a fearful sense that, because of anti-trans sentiment, people would be far more aware of what trans-masculine top surgery scars looked like and so would spot mine and be hostile to me. Which didn’t happen, though. And the trucks didn’t really blow us off the road. And no one was mean to us except once a teenager screamed faggot at me and a girl in a convertible VW bug with peace signs and flower decals all over it flipped us the bird as she passed by. Overall the bike trip was full of fun and sun and wholesome encounters and challenges and feelings of awe at creation. I’m telling you about the insecurities, too, because I think that all of this has something to do with the gospel verse about faith, or with my own relationship to faith that I can explore. Faith in God and in myself and in humanity.

This is the verse from Matthew:

Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd. After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray. Later that night, he was there alone, and the boat was already a considerable distance from land, buffeted by the waves because the wind was against it. Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear. But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”

“Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?” And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”    

So, a lot of things have happened in this chapter before the verses we’re reading today. John the Baptist has been be-headed and Jesus has been told about it. Jesus tries to have a solitary time to process this but crowds of people follow him, becoming the multitude that Jesus feeds with the scant loaves and fishes. Then Jesus sends the disciples ahead in the boat and takes time alone on a mountainside. Then he walks on the water.

Something else about our bike trip was that we rode on ferries, 5 of them I think, and 2 of them that were really long rides. Which was kind of like riding bikes across the water, or like getting across the water in a miraculous way. And still another thing was the wind, how strong it was, and whether it was a head wind or a tail wind, and how it made so much difference which one. Riding the bike could either feel like flying or like pushing against a solid wall, or something in between. Mostly, for us, it felt like flying. Having the wind at one’s back is a wonderful thing to wish for people, I’ve learned. May the wind be ever at your back. But the wind in the gospel verse was a head wind.

The reading from I Kings also talks about wind. When Elijah is standing on the mountain waiting for God to pass by, a great and powerful wind {tears} the mountains apart and {shatters} the rocks before God, but God {is} not in the wind. God isn’t in the earthquake or the fire, either. God is a gentle whisper Elijah hears. Which seems, to me, to mean that God isn’t using dramatically elemental, external things to impress or overwhelm or intimidate Elijah, but is instead a gentle voice that Elijah can hear inside of himself. God is internal. And what stands out to me in the reading about Jesus walking on the water is that the faith—and lack of faith—being exemplified by Peter isn’t faith in Jesus’s power to do a miraculous thing, but Peter’s faith in himself to do it. Jesus doesn’t need Peter to believe in what Jesus is doing. Jesus is walking on the water whether Peter believes it or not. He’s not being a show-off about it, either, but is just calmly doing it almost absent-mindedly.  And Peter doesn’t fully believe anyway. He needs the proof of Jesus calling out to him to come. So Jesus says “come” and Peter walks on the water toward Jesus. But when Peter becomes afraid he starts to sink and cries out to Jesus to save him. And Jesus reaches out to him to save him and says: You of little faith. But Peter seems to have enough faith in Jesus’s ability to save him. He just doesn’t have enough to believe that he, Peter, can walk on the water, even after Jesus tells him to come and proves to him that yes, he actually can. Peter’s lack of faith is in himself, not in Jesus.

I keep running this around in my thoughts and kind of arguing with myself about it, though. I’m thinking to myself: But still Peter’s faith needed to be in Jesus initially, in a belief that Jesus’s power would enable Peter to walk on the water. It wasn’t a belief in some personal power Peter could find in himself to do it. Peter’s short-lived demonstration of faith required that Jesus be there to speak it, to say come.

But what if Peter’s belief in divine power and also in his own power are the same thing, the same belief, the same presence and/or absence of faith? Peter can do all things through Christ who strengthens him. We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. I think this is what’s revelatory. We have divinity inside of us and can believe in it and do all things. We can believe in ourselves because of believing in the divinity inside of us. This is our individual faith.

And we can have a collective faith in humanity, too, in our collective ability to do all things. I’m thinking of us as a whole perhaps being of greater faith collectively than we are individually, with all of us having differing measures of individual faith, sometimes with spurts of great individual faith like Peter’s first steps and other times with faith-shattering fear like Peter’s. It was fear that negated Peter’s faith and caused him to sink, so an aspect of faith must be that we face our fear. But when Peter’s fear overcomes him, Jesus steps in. And maybe we can step in for each other in instances when fear overcomes one of us.

Something on our trip that so moved me about people stepping in for each other was the bicycle policy of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. This is a bridge and tunnel construction that traverses 17 miles of the Chesapeake Bay but doesn’t allow bicycles to cross. Instead, the official policy is that bicyclists are to call ahead to say they’re coming, and a person in a van will meet them and load up the bikes and drive them across. The service is free. Our bike route took us to this point along the east coast where we were cared for by strangers in this way of being whisked  across the Chesapeake Bay almost like teleportation. But the even more amazing thing I learned was that there was also a special free service for anyone who felt afraid of driving across the long bridge. The driving service involved having someone from the bridge and tunnel agency step in and ride with the frightened person as the driver of their vehicle in their stead. Because maybe sometimes, instead of cheering on a person and having extra faith in them to do a thing that frightens them, the caring thing is to help them do the frightening thing, to let them have faith in you to help. Where your faith is hindered by fear, I will be confident for you, and you will offer me your faith in me to do what frightens you.

An even more touching instance of someone stepping in to help a frightened person was something I read online about a person on the autism spectrum posting on social media that they’d never been to a Subway restaurant before and were scared to go. They wished that someone could explain to them the process of ordering a Subway sandwich and what they would be asked to do by the server. So a caring person responded to their post in a matter-of-fact way of writing out a detailed, step by step instruction of what the server would ask and the different ways the scared person could respond, such as choosing 6 inches or 12 inches and what kind of bread and what kind of fillings and condiments and do you want a drink or not. And the scared person later reported back that they’d carefully followed the instructions and had successfully ordered a sandwich from Subway. They now believed that they could visit a Subway in the future and would follow the instructions and be ok. They were grateful for the kind help and also empowered by it, by their faith in it, and by their new faith in themselves to do it. And this is a story that was a welcome boost to my faith in humanity all around, and also gave me ideas about ways I could ask for such instructive help and could have faith in another’s willingness to step in for me and help me. And ways I could be called upon to give help to someone else, to let someone else have faith in me to help. I would want to be as plainly helpful as this example without any motive of changing the nervous person into a more daring one but simply filling in what they needed for their nervous self to move forward. A mingling and enlarging of our individual measures of faith. A balancing of faith.

I’m not sure if this what the gospel verse is talking about, but I feel led here by the verse. Whatever is happening in the verse from Matthew, it does involve differing measures and kinds of faith interacting with each other. Also, I think I’ve been influenced by the Barbie movie to not need everyone to be exceptionally confident. Is faith the same as confidence? I think so, or it’s something very much like it. But we went to see the Barbie movie on our bike trip at an especially magical place called Emerald Isle after having ridden through a desolate marshy area that felt so far away from safety to me, and with little towns scattered in between the marshes with occasional Confederate flags waving from the porches and no gay flags at all. I felt heavy with existential anxieties like Barbie was feeling. And then I felt lightened and healed to a great degree by sharing my feelings with Barbie. I’m not kidding. I remember after the movie was over and we were standing up from our seats and I said to Frances that I truly felt helped by the movie. And just then I caught the eye of a man sitting behind us with a group of older people and knew that he’d heard what I said. And I think I saw him smiling inside himself about me being helped as if he’d been helped by Barbie, too.    

But l want to think more about what it means to have abundant confidence, or faith. Is faith a belief in someone’s power to do particular things? If I have faith in you to do something, it means that I confidently believe that you can certainly do it. And we can also have faith in our own power to do things. Faith in ourselves. Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can. To have faith in God means to believe in God. Great faith is a combination of confidence and belief. But do you believe in faith in a literal way? I mean do you believe that a person can literally move mountains with faith the size of a mustard seed? That they can walk on the water or fly through the air if they just can believe in themselves enough? Is faith a potential for exhibiting an exceptional ability like a supernatural power? I know that throughout my life I’ve read or been told or otherwise led to believe that human beings are only using a fraction of their brain power, that somehow studies show that we have unused parts or under-used parts of our brains, that we can’t even imagine what we might achieve with a wholly confident application of our total brain potential. Maybe it’s an evolutionary thing that will happen to us if we get to evolve more on the earth, if we haven’t already gone too far with abusing the natural world because of how greedy we are. Do you think we’ve already gone too far? But that’s a different topic. But maybe our development of greater faith will be what allows us to change course and heal the earth.

Someone I follow on Instagram, a drag queen performer, is often highlighting instances of bigotry and ignorance on their page and calling for the hateful, stubborn people to evolve already! Maybe when we can evolve enough to love each other we will also be able to walk on the water like Jesus.

Do you ever think of Jesus as being a kind of prototype of an evolved human being? That all of Jesus’s compassion and healing power and other miracle-working and insight and connection to loving creation, to God, are ways that all of us are meant to be? That Jesus is the example to follow but also the model of who we’re designed to ultimately be.

Sometimes I think of Jesus as being an Alien Being sent by God the Creator to steer us from our selfish ways and set us on this evolutionary path. I don’t believe it’s disrespectful of Jesus or God or humanity to imagine Jesus as an Alien Being akin to us but far more fully evolved. Is it? I’m trying to exercise confidence in my own thought processes but am prone to doubt them, too. I wonder how everyone else envisions God. Do you see God as a solid being or more as a misty kind of force or invisible force that permeates everything? Do you have a certain image of God or is God an overall sense of something that doesn’t have a form? Something too vast and mind-boggling for our thoughts to contain, like infinity. Does the awesomeness of something like infinite space inspire you to confidently believe in God?

Do you believe that we’ve encountered aliens on the earth and that the government is hiding it from us? Why aren’t we talking more about this? Would knowing about it change anything? Has the world gotten so weird now that aliens aren’t even that interesting to us? I feel worried about how we might have been treating them, if we actually have had close encounters. That we aren’t being open enough to be awed and excited and welcoming. That we’ve been treating them like undesirable others, like Greg Abbott is treating immigrant people. Evolve already, Greg Abbott!

Something I came across recently was a report about time and how new research has determined that time has fits and starts and isn’t a smooth thing. I can’t find the source of this now and am not sure if I’m mis-remembering it or getting it wrong altogether, but something I do remember is someone commenting that they didn’t understand the physics of this new research at all, but did feel inspired by it to just be awed by the miraculous mechanics of creation. When I was in Myrtle Beach the first day, I walked on the beach access walkway to the end where I could look out onto the ocean. A group  of women were gathered there who seemed to me to be lesbians, which was a plus, and one of them was looking out on the ocean, too, and turned to me and said God’s creation. And we shared a moment of awe at this, a moment of faith. Maybe being faithful is also being amazed. It’s when something almost like fear, like a gasp, turns into amazement. Maybe fear, instead of always being an antithesis to faith, is something that can also inspire faith. In the reading from Matthew, the disciples in the boat are first terrified and then amazed by what transpires—by Jesus walking on the water, by Peter’s moment of walking on the water, by Jesus’s reaching out to save Peter, by the wind subsiding when Jesus enters the boat. This amazement is what forms the basis of their belief in Jesus as the Child of God. It isn’t confidence that forms their faith. It’s awe, or more specifically, fear transformed into awe. Maybe something we can do, as well as working on our confidence and sharing our measures of faith with each other and evolving together, is just let our fears turn into awe and be amazed more. That’s my prayer for everyone right now. That we feel awe-struck more than afraid.

Amen

[ashley-jones]

Oc information

Marvel actress - Celeste Johansson

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Name: Celeste Maria Johansson

Age: 21

Height: 5'4

Weight: 126 lbs

Hair Color - Brunette - Pink & Blue - Blonde

Eye Color - Emerald Green

Citizenship: America

Affiliation: Actress - Singer - Songwriter

Movies:

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 1 - Cadiance

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2 - Cadiance

Marvel Age of Ultron - Selina Romanov

Ant-Man - Salina Romaov

Marvel Captain America Civil War - Selina Romanov

Spiderman Homecoming - Selina Romanov

Avengers Infinity War - Salina Romanov

Avengers Endgame - Salina Romanov

Black Widow - Salina Romanov

Dr Strange Multiverse of Madness - Salina Romanov

Ultimate Avengers the Movie - Salina Romanov

Conjuring 1 - Miya Warren

Conjuring 2 - Miya Warren

Conjuring 3 the Devil Made me do it - Miya Warren

Spiderman No where home - Salina Romanov

Shows:

The Falcon and the Winter Solider - Salina Romanov

Hawkeye - Salina Romanov

WWE Royal Rumble - Herself (Singing)

WWE WrestleMania - Herself (Singing/Guest)

The Witcher - Misty of Cintra

Family:

Mother - Melanie Sloan

Father - Karston Johansson

Sister - Scarlet Johanson

Sister - Vanessa Johansson

Brother - Hunter Johansson

Brother - Christian Johansson

Brother - Adrian Johansson

Brother in law (ex) - Ryan Reynolds

Brother in law (ex) - Romain Dauriac

Brother in law - Colin Jost

Niece - Rose Dorothy Dauriac

Nephew - Cosmo Jost

Sexuality - Came out as Lesbian at 16

Known relationships:

Mackenzie Fay - 4 years

Elizabeth Olsen - 6 months

Rhea Ripley - Current

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Celeste is the youngest of all of her siblings, starting her career off at a very young age with singing and voice acting just like her siblings hit off with bigger projects. She first signed a contract with marvel in 2011, where she voice acted Salina Romanov, the Adoptive daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers, later in the production of lice styled marvel she came into Age of Ultron, just appearing out of the Red Room and HYDRA, and falling into the arms of the assassin and super solider at only 14.

Celeste is a lesbian, and a proud speaker for the LGBTQ, BLM, SA, and Democratic groups. Anyone who usually describes her says that she has a very bright and open personality. But once she turned 17 she came out about being groomed at the age of 10 and 11, by one of her directors, the movies no longer marked to her name due to a lawsuit, ending in her retrieving $2.5 millions, and the directors losing their jobs and everything that was around them.

Throughout the years of acting in marvel, Johansson has had three girlfriend that we know of. Mackenzie Fay and Johansson dated for 4 years not longer after turning 12, but the relationship ended on good terms and the action of maturing. Once she turned 18, she and Olsen mentioned that they where dating, but not long after the announcement they broke up due to overbearing schedules. Currently she is dating Rhea Ripley, the youngest Australian WWE wrestler, and are going on 1 year in late July.

Johansson currently lives with Rhea Ripley in $6.5 million home in Miami Florida, with over 14 pets, 22 security guards, and her older brother Hunter Johansson. The home is covered in security after a fan broke in and assaulted the actress, earning in $1.2 million worth of damage, and an immediate lawsuit and restraining order against the attacker. After this incident Johansson had tightened her security and has stopped meeting fans at regular basis when alone. She currently has no social media accounts, having deleted them out of her life. Rhea Ripley keeps us updated on their relationship through Instagram stories.

Red Carpet looks:

Net Worth: $14.6 billion

2005-present

Date of Birth: 4/16/2000

Current Relationship Status - Taken

Favorite Color - Pink

Favorite Actress - Meghan Fox

Favorite Actor - Will Smith - Robert Downey Jr.

Favorite Singer - Andy Black/Biersack

Favorite Band - BTS

Favorite Wrestler - Rhea Ripley - Becky Lynch - Roman Reigns

Favorite Movie - Labyrinth

Favorite Show - Alice in Borderlands - The Untamed

#marvel acting #actress oc #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley #demi bennett #women of wwe #wwe nxt #wwe women's tag team championship #wwe wrestling #marvel #scarlet johansson #rdj #bts #bangtan boys #andy biersack #the untamed #megan fox

[jostenjorts]

UNPOPULAR OPINION :)

TW : sexual assualt, homophobia

Aaron doesn’t deserve the hate he gets. He is homophobic, yes, can’t deny that. However, had anyone stopped to consider that Nicky could be one of the reasons for this?

Aaron is always around Nicky. They are never seen or heard to be far apart from another. The only times being when Aaron is with Katelyn or when they’re both in class, but otherwise inseparable. Nicky has been there since Aaron was a child, both growing up together and Nicky being the only “positive” influence in Aaron’s life compared to his mother. Aaron without a doubt in my mind, sees Nicky as a parental figure, which further solidified in his mind when Nicky became his legal guardian.

Now, because of this, Aaron associates Nicky’s attitude to every single person part of the LGBTG+. What’s wrong with this? Nicky’s behaviour.

Book one, right after being introduced to readers, Nicky informs Neil about a list of exceptions him and his fiancé have and how Kevin is on his list. Immediately after he makes a joke about how Kevin hasn’t given in yet, implying that he had in fact tried to sleep with Kevin on several occasions before the series started and was denied each and every time. Oh and don’t even get me started on him insisting that Neil needed to tell him what his sexuality was, and how Nicky was assuming he was gay because no girlfriend was involved.

Nicky also makes r+pey comments towards Neil, and Aaron seems so unfazed by it besides being disgusted, that you can assume this is nothing new for Nicky’s character. It’s a possibility his made similar comments towards Kevin, and other men he comes across, as well whenever Andrew wasn’t around to overhear like he had in the locker rooms when the comments were being directed at Neil.

And then he sexually assaults Neil. Nicky had been told to give Neil dust by ANDREW, so you know for a fact he never insinuated once that Nicky was to give Neil dust the way he did. Even then, Nicky didn’t seem apologetic in any way, he held Neil in place, surrounded by a swam of intoxicated people who were pressing against each other and didn’t let go until he was satisfied. Drunk, on drugs, are no excuse for what he did and yet he still did it. AND THEN THE NEXT MORNING, Neil wakes up in Nicky’s bed. You can guess that Nicky put him in there, again, no consent. Neil was unconscious and wasn’t able to push Nicky away or bolt from the room or bed. I repeat again, Neil was UNCONSCIOUS and Nicky was drunk and on drugs. There’s a slim possibility that Nicky did more then just sleep before he crashed for the night.

Oh yeah and Andrew wouldn’t have put Neil in a bed with Nicky. Why? because Andrew is all about consent and putting an unconscious person in a bed with someone else would have triggered something. This alone screams volumes about Nicky’s character and the next morning Aaron witnesses this and again, doesn’t seem fazed. It could be because he was hungover and just wanted silence so he, as usual, didn’t process what was going on nor question why Neil and Nicky were in bed together. We never knew what Andrew’s reaction to this was, because he wasn’t in the house when it happened.

Nicky is passed off as this fun, loveable, charismatic character. Other characters like / love him, prefer his company over others if given a choice and Aaron grew up at Nicky’s side, witnessed every red flag and heard every disgusting comment. Mix that in with all the positive reactions Nicky got from others? He saw no wrong with it. Yet, somewhere in his brain, the part where he processed everything and knew how wrong it was. But, Nicky being the only openly gay person he knew, he could only assume thats how every lgbtq+ person behaved. When Andrew ends up being gay himself, and Aaron only knowing how violent his twin was and definitely not over how Andrew had killed their mother, another image to gay people was solidified in his mind.

Nicky played a major role in Aaron’s life up until Andreil happened. Where Neil got the twins to have sessions with Bee together. Even before this, Katelyn would have been working in the background to change Aaron’s views on gay people.

Overall, people who like Nicky and consider him to be their favourite character, please tell me you at least acknowledge this. Please don’t tell me you’ve completely overlooked his behaviour because it only showed in the books a handful of times. I don’t mean to offend, but the fandom rarely ever mentions this happened. No fanfics with Nicky dealing with the consequences of his actions. No posts / art / anything that even addresses that this happened (that I’ve come across, but when I ask, theres no response and I can only assume there is none that exists.)

At the Aaron haters, I don’t expect your view on him to change either. I personally love him, and wish he had more character development throughout the series then what he got. The hate Aaron gets in the fandom is almost as bad as the hate Sakura Haruno gets in the Naruto fandom.

This post was just an opinion of mine that’s just always sitting there, because no matter how often I mention it to someone, it gets ignored. Only rarely, maybe three people now, have agreed and spoken to me about it, but that was in the privacy of dms on instagram. Anyway, I’ve said my thoughts, there may be a lot of spelling errors that I’ll find in a few days lol

[HEY ADDING ON 🙏 just to clarify this in no way is a racist post. Nicky being a man of colour has nothing to do with his actions and not once did I mention his ethnicity. Nicky and Andrew are key reasons and examples to the lgbtq+ community Aaron has and ones a walking red flag and the other,,,,well also a red flag what with killing their mother and pulling a knife on people. I’m a woman of colour and part of the lgbtq+ community, so I’m not being racist or homophobic when I point these things out. I’m simply calling a character out on his actions and giving a different view on how Aaron is uncomfortable towards the lgbtq+. A reminder these are also fictional characters, in a book, and this part of Aaron’s character was never explored / mentioned. Meaning this is my own interpretation on why Aaron comes off as a homophobic character.]

#I don’t like Nicky Hemmick #Aaron Minyard needs more love #aftg #all for the game #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard

[onionsaremeansstuff]

You should have begged me to stay

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Gender: Angst & Fluff

Summary: Jensen is never home and you can’t stand this anymore 

I dont own the character or the gif

Beta’d by @chaoticgaysstuff​

Your relationship with your husband, Jensen was something. 

You two have known each other since you were kids. He was pretty much your best friend. You two played together when you were kids and knew that you two would be close forever.  

When you were 9 years old, you declared each other as boyfriends without really knowing what that meant because you both were two innocent children. 

But as it turns out, you both were still boyfriends now that you weren't the innocent child you used to be. 

As years passed, you both loved each other more than you did before. Hugs that you both gave each other when you were children turned into a pretty heated make out session that was behind closed doors. 

When Jensen first told you how he wanted to become an actor, you supported him like you always did. 

"I will never abandon you." Was what you had told him that night. 

If only you knew everything that would happen with him becoming a world famous actor. 

Hollywood wasn't the most acceptable place for LGBTQ people, so you both kept your relationship a secret, but there comes a price to pay when hiding something sometimes. 

With each passing year, Jensen almost always became unavailable to you. You barely spent any time with him anymore. 

Hell, you two only spent a minimum of two months together last year. 

You were very frustrated, especially with that woman being Jensen's beard. 

Now, you didn't have anything against her. You actually liked her, but she took a lot of time that you and Jensen were supposed to be spending together by pretending they were in a relationship. 

And honestly, sometimes you felt that you weren't Jensen's true love. 

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Jensen would be back today from a trip and you were really excited. It has been so long since you've seen him. You couldn't wait to throw yourself in his huge arms along with having a night where you could talk about everything and nothing. Just like old times. 

And as hours passed, Jensen still hasn't come home yet. 

You've been sending him messages, but they were just left on delivered. He hasn't opened any of them and you were starting to get worried. 

Was his flight delayed? Or did something come up? Was there an  accident?

You paced back and forth, your mind consumed with worry. 

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When 3 AM came, the front door to the house opened and Jensen entered. You stood up from your spot on the couch, feeling fully awake and ran over to him. As you got closer to him, you immediately knew what he was doing. 

Jensen stunk of alcohol and you noticed a purple mark on his neck. 

What happened to you?" You asked, feigning Innocence. 

"N- Nothing. I was at Jared's place and he had a party." He spoke, voice slightly slurred and you could tell that he was drunk. 

"You know, a phone call or text message wouldn't kill you." You said and he snorted, walking straight to y'all room, completely ignoring you. 

Jensen threw himself on the bed, falling asleep immediately before you could talk to him. 

You sighed and went to sleep in the guest room. The smell of alcohol was essentially too much and you couldn't sleep next to him. 

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The next morning you prepared  breakfast for you and your husband. 

Although you were still a little hurt because of last night, you knew that it was because Jensen was drunk. So, you decided to make breakfast for him and actually talk to him. 

When breakfast was ready, you went to wake him up as you grabbed some medicine for his hangover. 

But, looks like he wouldn't need it after all, seeing how he wasn't in the room. 

You searched every part of the house but there was no sign of him at all. You took out your phone to call him when a message popped up on his phone. 

“D and I are going to breakfast and then will be spending time in the mountains.  I'll be back next week.” ~Jensen. 

As you read over that message, you let out a humorless laugh. 

You barely spend any time with your husband and when he finally comes home, he decides to spend time with her. You cook nice and he's not here to even eat it. 

And apparently he gave her a nickname, too. 

You loved Jensen from the bottom of your heart, but you couldn't take this anymore. You couldn't take being the only one putting in any effort into this relationship, or if it could even be called that. You couldn't take being the one to text him first only to not receive a response. Couldn't stand being the person who waited for him to come home, only to never really come home. 

You've had enough. 

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Jensen had texted you that he was coming home in an hour. 

Your bags were packed with all of your clothes and stuff, and placed into your suitcase. 

"This is for your own good, Y/N." You told yourself once again. 

You glanced around your house one more time. So many memories have been here. Happy memories of you and him. They seem like distant memories now. 

The door to the house opened and for the first time, you didn't meet him at the door like you'd usually do. 

Jensen was surprised by this, having expected it. He walked over to you. 

You didn't have the courage to end like this. Maybe he'll wake up and see what he has been putting you through. 

"Hey, I'm gonna go to sleep. In a few hours I'm going to Vancouver." 

You looked at him and managed to mask the hurt and anger that made it's way onto your face. Looks like he still hasn't realized. 

You shook your head, "No your not. We're going to talk right now." 

"Look Y/N I'm tired and-" 

"You always seem to be tired when you're with me, right?" You interrupted him, standing up and looking at him in the eyes, "Always tired and can never have time with me. Can never stay with me." 

Jensen looked at you confused, "What, Y/N? What are you talking about?" 

"I'm talking about our relationship being one huge joke, Jensen." You stated. 

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, not understanding what you are trying to say. 

"You're never at home, Jensen! I always have to be the one to try and make our relationship work and you seem to be looking for an excuse to get away from me. Hell, last year we barely spent two months together!" You snapped. 

Jensen laughed sarcastically before looking at you angrily, "Well, I'm sorry that I have to work. I forgot how selfish you could be. I need time to myself. It's not easy working my ass off to give this life. This rich life." He growled. 

"Oh, well I'm sorry that wanting to spend time with my husband is selfish. And do you really think I care about being rich? I loved you since you had to ask money to buy candy. I never cared about money. I always wanted you and you clearly can't see how unhappy I've been." 

The eyes that once looked at you with love now looked at you with hatred.

Jensen didn't answer for a second, thinking as he looked down at the ground before snorting and looking at you, "If you are so unhappy then why don't you just leave." 

You looked at him with sadness in your eyes. 

That was it. 

Jensen no longer cared about your relationship and he didn't even fight for you. Or even try to make things better between you both. He just gave up. 

Just like that. 

And you felt your heart break. 

"If this is what you want. I'll leave." You stated, trying your best not to cry in front of him. 

You left the room and went to get your bag and from the bedroom, you heard the sound of Jensen's car engine taking off down the road. 

You sighed as you looked around this room looking one last time. 

'Do it for your own good Y/N.' You thought as you walked out of the house. 

---

Seven months have passed since your break up with Jensen and you hadn't been doing well. 

Jensen was someone who was always there for you since you were a kid. Not talking to him was a completely strange and new sensation to you. 

You couldn't help but think about him. 

When you saw something funny or when you had a nightmare you would always call Jensen. 

Sometimes, you'd have your phone in your hand with his contact information, ready to call him. 

'Would he answer me?' You asked yourself. 

You shook your head, "He doesn't care about you. Move on." You muttered. 

Both of your lives went on without one another. 

"You will survive Y/N." You told yourself, "You got this man."

---

You were sitting in the cafe that was across the street from your job. The place was pretty empty and you sat there in a booth with a cup of coffee, enjoying the peaceful silence.  

The place was in complete silence, except for a small TV near your table which was playing something. 

You weren't paying attention to it until you heard the name Jensen Ackles coming on the TV. 

 "The actor, Jensen ackles who is best known for his role as Dean Winchester on the TV show supernatural, posted a video saying that he and Danneel Harris have been in a fake relationship for years." 

Your eyes widened, staring at the TV as you sipped on your coffee.

"Well, there is no reason for him to keep her as his beard anymore. He must have found someone he really loves now." You sighed in exasperation. 

"The actor also stated that this fake relationship has cost him a lot,  especially the relationship with the love of his life." The anchor said but you didn't care.

---

You arrived at your old house after a long and exhausting day of work. 

After your parents died, you refused to sell your old house. Jensen always said  that it didn't make sense since you lived with him. Nowadays, you are grateful for not selling it. 

You threw yourself on the couch and fell asleep quickly.

---

You were woken up later by a knock on the door. 

"Who the fuck could be at the door this late at night?" You pondered, getting up off the couch and walking over to the door. 

You opened the door, not fully awake and your eyes only half open, "What?" 

"Can I talk to you, Y/N?" The sound of Jensen's voice made your eyes open, feeling fully awake at the moment. 

Jensen stood in front of the door, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

You stared at him before slamming the door in his face.

"Y/N, please open the door!" Jensen pleaded and you didn't respond, "I'll climb into your window, or break your door down and you know I can." He threatened and you sighed, opening the door for him. 

Jensen was wearing Dean Winchester's classic smile as he held the flowers out to you. 

"A beautiful thing for a beautiful thing."  You looked at the flowers before looking at him again as you gave him a look that said, 'Just get on with it already.'

"Teenage you would have loved the fact that I gave you flowers." Jensen said as you took the flowers out of his hand. He walked over to sit on the couch. 

"Teenage me believed you cared about me." You spoke up, and placed the flowers on the counter and walked over to him. You stood with your arms crossed as you waited for him to speak. 

Jensen opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. 

If you don't tell me what you came here to tell me, I'll call the cops." You said seriously. 

"I'm sorry." Jensen spoke quickly and you waited for him to continue. 

An awkward silence took over for a few seconds before Jensen coughed. 

"If that's all you have to say, then you can get out of here." You exclaimed, turning away from him. 

"Y/N I'm an idiot, okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, you are." 

"And I regret what happened that day. I should have asked you to say instead of telling you to leave." 

"You should've but didn't. Close the door on the way out, will ya?" 

"Y/N I-"

"Look Jensen, I don't know what game you are playing, or if your just desperate for sex. Or if the person you were staying with dumped you, but I will not continue to give my all to someone that isn't given back. You can leave." 

"I'm not dating anyone Y/N, and I'm not here for sex." Jensen sighed, "I'm a complete idiot. I was so used to you being there that I was never aware of how much I needed you. "Jensen looked down at the ground as he spoke. 

"Ever since you've been gone, I missed you like crazy and all I wanted was to hear the sound of your voice. I missed having you by my side." 

"When we were together, you never slept at home and didn't even bother to call me, so stop bullshitting me." You shouted, feeling fed up with this crap. 

"And I deeply regret everything that has happened. I was frustrated because I never had time for you anymore and I pushed you away. Not the smartest decision, I know and when you brought it up, I took my anger out on you, though I was angry with myself. When our relationship ended, I thought it was for the best, but i can't live without you!" He explained, tears falling from his eyes. 

He crouched down next to your feet, wrapping his arms around your leg and hugged it tightly. 

"I love you so much, Y/N. I'm such an idiot and you deserve better than me, but I love you so much. I've loved you ever since we were kids, and I promise that if you take me back, I'll drop everything for you. I'll quit acting, won't go to anymore conventions, all of it! I just want my man back." 

Your pants were really wet now because of the tears from Jensen. You knew now that he regretted his decision.

And deep down you knew that Jensen was the one for you. 

You ran your fingers through Jensen's hair which made him look up at you, sniffling a little. 

"You have another chance, but you better not fuck it up again." With that sentence, Jensen stood up and started planting kisses all over your face, "And you don't have to give up your career for me, Jen. You just need to make sure that we spend time with each other, okay?" 

He nodded, shedding a few happy tears. But they weren't sad tears. They were tears of Joy. 

---

~ 6 months later ~

"Hey Karen, can you please give these files to Jenny?" You asked, holding the files out to her as she took them and  nodded her head, "Thanks!" 

Y/N L/N!" Your co-worker, Lily called out, walking into your office as Karen walked out, giving you a hug, "Or should I call you Y/N Ackles now? Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!!" 

You looked at her confused and a little frightened. How did she find out? 

Seeing how confused you look, she showed you her phone and it was pictures that Jensen posted on his instagram. 

It was pictures of you and him. He posted 5 pictures of you guys together. 

The first phone was you and him as babies, playing in the sandbox together which was taken by your mother.

The second one was of you and him in high school. He had a wide smile on his face as he hugged. 

The third one was of you and him cooking together and smiling happily at the camera. 

The fourth one was of you and Jensen the day you got married. 

And the last one was of you lying on his chest. 

The caption said: Today, I would like to show the world my handsome husband and the love of my life, Y/N Ackles! I have known him since we were kids and always had a crush on him. He is the most amazing and lovable person in the world and he's very out of my league. Unfortunately, I fucked up our relationship many times, but he gave me another chance even though I didn't deserve it. I love you Y/N Ackles!! Thanks for always being with me! 

(Btw, I know he's hot, but he's mine!) 

You were shocked to see that he told the world about your relationship and tears started streaming down your face.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Lily asked, as you gave her back her phone. You didn't answer her question. Instead, you ran to the men's room and took out your phone, calling Jensen.

He picked up the phone after 4 rings.

"Hey Y/N!"

"Jensen, what was that all about?" You questioned.

"Did you not like it?" He asked, worried that you didn't like what he had done.

"I loved it. I loved it alot and I love you, but are you sure you were ready to come out right now? You know how Hollywood is."

"Fuck Hollywood! If they don't want me anymore for loving another man then I don't care. I have you and that's more than enough for me."

You smiled at the words spoken from Jensen and the two of you talked for a little while longer like two teenagers.

Your relationship with Jensen was strange and difficult at times, but you wouldn't trade him for anyone else.

#Jensen Ackles x male reader #Jensen Ackles x reader #male reader #x male reader #Jensen Ackles x male!reader #dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x male!reader #supernatural x male reader #supernatural x reader

[ragingbookdragon]

“Good evening,” she greeted warmly, taking the microphone from Lucius. “It’s a pleasure to welcome all of you to Wayne Manor this evening.” Her eyes drifted around the room, falling on one certain, egotistical man. Something annoying split through her, but she ignored it and focused on the smiling faces of her family and friends who were all standing and waiting for her speech.

“We’re gathered here because…” she faltered as her eyes fell on him again. Clearing her throat, she recovered with a smile. “We’re gathered here tonight because Bruce and I won the lucky raffle of holding the Elite Meeting this month.” While the group laughed her eyes came back to the one man and she sighed then turned to him. “I’m sorry, Mister Luthor, it’s good to see you.”

He smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Missus Wayne. It’s good to see you as well.”

She hummed. “I’m glad you’re with us tonight.”

Immediately her sons and husband knew something was wrong because her eyes kept coming back to the seated man. No one wanted Lex Luthor around and the fact that she’d said something like that meant that something was bugging her. Nevertheless, she continued with her speech.

“We’ve been seeing increased numbers in the stocks of everyone’s companies across the country and world. Production is up as well as approval ratings from the public…” Her eyes fell on Lex again and she sighed once more with a tired smile. “Forgive me, Mister Luthor. But didn’t you just introduce a new line of technology? Microcomputers under the epidermis?”

He nodded, sipping his wine. “Yes, Missus Wayne. It gives people the ability to store memory, complete transactions, make calls and texts, and so much more.”

She hummed thoughtfully. “I ask because I’ve read the articles and reviews by people who’ve received these implants and so far, there’s been a touch of negativity. Faulty wiring, short circuiting, etcetera.”

“I can assure that my products are one hundred percent safe, Missus Wayne,” Lex replied coolly.

“And those who’ve commented negative results? You’re taking care of them, correct?”

“Of course,” he shot back, and she nodded.

“Do you also take care of the workers in the out of state factories who’ve complained multiple times of poor working conditions and even poorer pay?” her eyes were narrowed sharply. “While you’re thinking about that, let me ask a few more.”

“Have you cleared safety regulations in your own facilities in state? I’ve heard more than a few people have been hurt while on your floors.” She blinked. “What of the LGBTQ discrimination lawsuits that’ve been buried by your company board members?” She gestured to him. “Think about those questions, would you?”

“One last thing—” she raised to her full imposing height and admonished, “While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the ‘Ignorant Tight-Ass Club’—In this building, when the Lady of the Manor stands?” She shot him the darkest glare she could manage and threatened, “Nobody sits.”

They stared one another down for what seemed like an eternity before Lex cleared his throat and rather embarrassingly got to his feet, ignoring the amused stares from the other standing guests. She gave him one last glare before smiling, jumping into her speech once more.

***

She wiped the makeup cleaning pad across her skin, watching as Bruce emerged from the steaming bathroom, walking to his dresser. “How was patrol?” she asked, swiping the lipstick off.

“It was fine,” he replied, slipping on a pair of boxers. “Wasn’t too much going on tonight. Surprisingly enough.”

Laughing, she wiped the rest of her makeup off and pressed the warm rag against her skin. “I figured we’d see something tonight at the dinner party.”

At that, his head shot up and he turned to look at her, as if remembering something. “About tonight…what you said—”

“I’m not apologizing for it,” she retorted. “That bald asshole should’ve stood when the others did. He did that shit for show. To see if he could get away with it.”

Bruce chuckled and wandered behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders, thumbs digging into her skin in the way that made her groan and loll her head back against his stomach. “I was going to say that you were…extraordinary tonight.”

Her brows furrowed. “I gave Lex Luthor third degree and you thought that was extraordinary? I thought you found it extraordinary when I kicked ass in a skintight suit?”

He squeezed her shoulders. “I find you extraordinary whether you kick ass as a vigilante or give third degree burns as my beautiful and wonderful wife.” Bending down, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, grinning when she smiled and he shifted, pressing one to her lips. “I also think,” he murmured against her lips, “that you are—”

The door slammed against the wall and she cocked her head up, immediately crying in pain when she kissed Bruce’s forehead with hers.

“Fucker!” she cursed, reaching up to nurse her head. “Are you alright?” she asked Bruce and he grunted, rubbing his forehead.

“Fine.”

They turned to the door and saw their sons hurrying inside, and she frowned. “Boys, what the hell? It’s like eleven thirty? Why aren’t you all in bed?”

Dick snorted. “Uh, because we’re nocturnal, mom.” He waved it off. “But that’s not the point. Timmy?”

Her third son walked up and handed her his tablet. “You’ve already gotten two million views, mom.”

“On what?” she inquired, pressing play and the event from the night filtered through the speakers, and most importantly, When the Lady of the Manor stands? Nobody sits.

Jason giggled. “Everyone is in hysterics over watching you give Lex the verbal beat-down he deserved.”

“You did well, Umi.” Damian noted proudly and she sighed, though she couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed, only weirdly giddy.

Bruce paused the video. “Mmm, watching it in person is one thing, but it’s another to be able to pause it on those moments where your face is holding that air of superiority.” He purred, “It’s sexy.”

Their sons groaned and gagged, and Tim yanked his tablet out of her hands, already spinning for the door. “YOU GUYS ARE SO GROSS!” Dick complained and the others shouted in agreement as they slammed the door behind them, leaving her and Bruce to laugh.

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[mandu-17]

History in the making | Lee Yubin x fem! reader

Requested by: @marrynikole

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Word count: ~ 1,691

A/N: thanks for requesting, hope you’ll like it 🤍

Loud music echoed in the practice room, the bass sending vibrations through your sore body. It’s been almost a week since your girlfriend and you started practicing choreography for your first performance together. It wasn’t just another performance, though. It was for M Countdown, where Dami and you were supposed to perform as a first ever LGBTQ couple. So it was a huge deal. Pressure of the public and general feedback was eating you alive. You couldn’t remember last time you were this nervous. Of course, as a soloist you experienced many stressful moments, but this time felt so different.

It seemed like it was your first time performing. The first time, when everybody could see your true self. Not a facade, it was about your real personal life. Yours and Yubin’s.

“Well done, love.” Slightly panting, Yubin offered you a much needed bottle of water.

Both of you were exhausted to say the least. Even though your bodies were covered in sweat, it were your concerns that got you more tired. Knowing your girlfriend, she was just as stressed as you, which obviously didn’t stop her from trying to seem strong for you. It was usually her who comforted you about everything. Especially in the last few weeks. You knew, she was just as worried and scared about people’s reaction to your performance, yet her soft smile, reserved just for you, never disappeared.

Dami always took care of you, even before the two of you became a couple. You could still vividly remember the begging of your friendship. You were a small solo artist back then, making music literally in your firend's basement and performing on the streets. Because of that, Dreamcatcher’s company offered you a job as their backup dancer. This way you could learn more about music industry and what’s most important, improve your skills.

It turned out to be the best decision in your life. Not only did you receive more attention and popularity with a proper company promoting you, but you also met the greatest people on earth. With the girls, you were always laughing and smiling. Their aura and positive energy never failed to make your day better. All of you stayed close friends, even when you were given a chance to record and release your first album. For the time being, you stopped performing with them to promote your own music. Some time later, once Handong was announced to be leaving to China, you offered to fill in for her. You knew all the choreographies and promotions were finished for you. The CEO agreed immediately, knowing well that there probably wasn’t anyone else better to replace Handong.

That’s when you became even closer to Yubin. For some reason, she was always by your side, making sure you stayed hydrated and didn’t skip meals. Which was understandable, considering how tiring their dances were. It took you some time to get used to it again, but with the girls and Yubin’s support you felt like you could do anything.

Honestly, your relationship started with the simplest things. Like, the way you’d exchange books recommendations, how you’d ask her to teach you composing songs in her studio, how she’d always make sure to order enough lunch for you, as well. Eventually, you became also her go to person whenever her members were too noisy. Which happened often and gave you two time to get to know each other more.

Both of you were subtle with your attraction for one another and then relationship. The girls were actually surprised to learn that you weren’t just close friends. They cheered for you, nonetheless knowing how well Yubin and you were getting along.

Apart from them and the company, you didn’t really want anyone else to know about your love life. As an idol, dating was very complicated. With both your and the girls’, especially Dami’s, reputations you couldn’t let your feelings ruin what you’ve all been working for so hard. Although, you had no choice, but to face reality when one time, Gahyeon revealed a little too much, while on vlive with you.

‘Last time I walked into your room, you and Dami were literally making ou-‘

Gahyeon kept apologizing the two of you and you truly couldn’t stay mad at her, seeing her tearing up proving how sorry she was. There was also nothing the company could do about it. They released an official statement confirming maknae’s words. Yubin’s warm hand was holding yours the whole time you were waiting for public’s feedback. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as negative, as you expected.

“We’ll be okay.” You said against Yubin’s lips, smiling like an idiot, relieved that no one’s carrier was ending.

Those same words brought you back to that late night in the dancing studio, where you handed a bottle of water back to your girlfriend. You could see in her features, how tired she was. You hated the way dark circles underneath her eyes became so big.

“Let’s wrap it up for today. You should get some sleep.” Carefully, you put a messy ray of her hair behind her ear.

Even though, you tried to sound softly, those brown eyes widened. Yubin was already about to protest, until you put your lips against hers in a gentle kiss. A simple reminder that you want to take care of her.

“Let’s go home.” She agreed, her eyes barely open.

Her hand stayed on your waist all the way until you tucked her in bed. She reached for you again, but the movement died halfway, as her head hit soft pillows. She fell asleep immediately, mouth slightly parting. Admiring her peaceful face, you let your finger slowly trace the skin of her neck. You sighed deeply, head still filled with worry. After planting a sweet kiss on Yubin’s cheek, you went to the bathroom.

Quickly, you took a hot shower, before finally joining her between the sheets. With warmth radiating from Yubin’s body, you also found yourself drifting off to sleep in no time.

~

The big day was here.

As always, there was lots of chaos in the waiting room. Sounds of loud, wild laughter were deeply missed, since the members couldn’t join you this time. Due to virus restrictions, only Dami and you were allowed to be backstage.

“Here, have some.” Your girlfriend handed you a half of a protein bar, as you were still getting your make up done.

“Thanks. How are you feeling?” Yubin’s body language already gave you the answer, but you just had to talk about something. Anything or else you’d go crazy with the amount of stress and adrenaline flooding in your veins.

“Nervous. Kind of excited, but more nervous.” She replied, stepping from one leg to another.

“Me too. I’ve never felt like this.” You agreed, taking a bite of the bar and humming at its’ taste.

She smiled fondly at your reaction, slightly relaxing. Trying to stay professional, Dami sat down on the couch, scrolling through her phone to distract herself.

Once you were finished with both hair and make up, you continued to practice main points of the choreography. Although, you kept monitoring yourself in the mirror, your mind was apparently absent. You almost jumped in surprise, feeling a pair of arms tightly wrapping around you.

“I’m so glad I’m doing this with you.” Quiet, warm whisper next to your ear.

Shivering at both, the low tone of Yubin’s voice and the fact that she wasn’t usually so open about her feelings. Your body swell, suddenly it felt so light. Everything seemed to make sense.

‘Why were you even worried in the first place?’, you thought.

It was Yubin, you were doing this with. You’ve danced with her dozen times before and you’ve seen her in every state there existed. Happy, proud, sick, sad or exhausted - you’ve seen it all. She could say the same thing about you. Nothing was unfamiliar in performing together. There was nothing to be nervous about, because even if it went horribly, at the end of the day, you had her. And she had you.

That was all that truly mattered.

“There’s no other person I’d rather be doing this with.” You faced her, her hands resting on your hips. “I love you, Yubin and a part of me says that we’ll kill it tonight, meanwhile another part doesn’t care, even if they boo at us. Because I have you and that’s enough. That’s more than enough and more than I’ve ever thought I’d have.”

There was no explanation for why you suddenly felt the need to let all of this out, but the look in your girlfriend’s eyes assured you that it was alright. Not just alright, Yubin was looking at you with literal stars in her eyes.

“I love you too.” As simple, as that, she closed the distance and kissed you deeply. With the biggest smile, she caressed your cheek gently. A little habit of hers.

“It’s time to go, girls.” Both of your heads snapped in the direction of your manager.

You walked out of the room together, shoes clicking loudly against the floor. Truth be told, you already felt like a winner.

You were on your way to make the history. Hand in hand with the most important woman in your life.

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dami #lee yubin #dami x reader

[werewolf-witchboy]

Tokoyami Fumikage X Male Reader

Being A Witch Boy And Dating Tokoyami

WARNINGS: none uwu

Being a witch has nothing to do with your quirk, you just like practicing the dark arts and witchy things.

I'm not going to mention what your quirk is, so you can imagine that you have whatever quirk you want, or you can imagine yourself as someone without a quirk.

💀 Tokoyami had been fascinated with your hobby of witchcraft ever since he met you. He was most fascinated with the fact that your actual quirk has nothing to do with how your witchcraft works.

🕯 He had already thought you were cute before, and he had been in that time of his life where he was starting to question his sexuality a little- but after you showed him your witchy interests, he fell hard for you.

💀 He may be a dark and edgy birb boi, but he's also quite shy and awkward. He probably would have never confronted you about his crush if you hadn't told him your feelings for him first.

🕯 When y'all started dating, literally everyone was like "FINALLY!!" cuz it was super obvious that the two of you were meant for each other.

💀 When it comes to what type of witch you are, i'd say you're a witch of all traits.

-You love dark and spooky things, but you also love pastel colors and nature.

-Your room in the class 1A dorm is most likely full of plants, candels, a variety of antiques and trinkets, and shit that you can't buy at stores until it's around Halloween time.

🕯 Tokoyami likes to ask many questions about all of the different types of things you do, and he actually pays attention and is super interested. You'll even teach him some new things, and show him how to do them himself.

💀 You love Dark Shadow as much as you love Tokoyami himself. Though they're both very different in personality, you find them both charming and adorable (despite them both saying they're not "adorable," they're dark and spoopy lmao).

🕯 He also loves your animal familiar.

-Your familiar rarely comes out of your bedroom. Since you're dating Tokoyami, you allow him in your room (which means a lot more than he probably thinks it does, cuz spaces where witches do their magic and recharging are very sacred to them) so he gets to see your familiar quite often.

💀 It's rare for familiars to show affection to anyone that isn't their bonded witch, but your familiar absolutely loves Tokoyami.

-They'll hop onto his lap immediately as soon as he sits down in your room.

🕯 Both you and Tokoyami thrive in the darkness, so there are often times where you both hang around in your dimly lit room cuddled up together just talking all day (or even sometimes laying there in comfortable silence).

-You'll be in there together for so long that all of your friends will start questioning where you're both at, and not even realize that you're just in your room.

💀 He obviously likes you a whole lot, but he's super bad at saying it with words. He's just shy and bashful. BUT THEN DARK SHADOW EXPOSES HIM LMAO-

-You'll be standing there looking super cute, and Tokoyami will just stare at you and want to say something so badly. Then Dark Shadow appears and is all like "wOw yOu'Re sUpEr hOt" and Tokoyami just dies right there in the very spot he's standing cuz he can't believe that just happened.

🕯 That's another thing- Tokoyami stares at you a LOT. He even did it before y'all started dating, but now he doesn't even try to hide it.

-You barely noticed at first, but once you started noticing how often you catch him staring at you, you can't help but tease him a little.

-You'll stare at him back, directly in the eyes, and he'll get super flustered and embarrassed.

-Then to calm him down and make him feel less embarrassed, you'll giggle at his flustered-ness and give him a lil beak kiss...which just makes him even more flustered.

💀 He's definitely the type who wants to be a total romantic, and speak all poem-like to you, and shower you with praises, ect. BUT he gets so flustered when it comes to affection, and second-guesses himself when it comes to his ideas of showing affection.

-He's scared of coming off too strong, or seeming to clingy, or even not doing enough, so he never really gets the chance to act out any of how he wants to show affection- and to top it all off he can't help but be absolutely smitten every time you give him affection of any sort, and he'll not know how to react to it.

🕯 You never call him out on his shyness or how he reacts to your affection, you're not offended with any way he reacts to you. You think it's super cute how innocent he seems when it comes to all of this, and of course you encourage any time he gets a little bit of confidence to hold your hand or compliment you (without the help of Dark Shadow lol).

💀 His feathers get all ruffled when he's flustered, and OMFG it's too cute. 🥺😭

🕯 Something that he loves so much is when you borrow his clothes. Because for him, it's kind of a way to show affection towards you without being super direct about it.

-So him being like "you're cold? here, wear my sweatshirt" translates to "TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME, KEEP IT FOREVER, I LOVE YOU FJSKDJFHR-"

💀 Don't come @ me- Tokoyami listens to death metal, but he'd totally vibe with something like kpop if you introduced him to it.

-He's definitely a Loona stan.

🕯 Highkey though, now that I think of it- he probably also listens to Joji and Billie Eilish.

-Like, really moody sad boi hours indie music.

-He'd have Will He playing in his headphones, and he'd be all edgy and in his feelings, but he'd also be doing something like baking cookies at the same time lmfao.

-He'd have a playlist named "songs to cry to," but he'd be listening to it while knitting sweaters for puppies or something.

💀 No, you didn't ask me what kind of music that I think Tokoyami listens to, but you got it anyway. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

🕯 If he's at a store, and sees something kinda spooky looking that makes him think of you, he'd quickly get it and think all day of giving it to you, and he'd want to watch you add it to your collection of lil trinkets and antiques.

-....But he'd chicken out so hard I stg.

-This poor baby would rehearse how he'd give it to you in his head over and over again, and then when the time comes to give it to you, he'd get suddenly so tongue-tied and worried if you'd actually like it or not.

-But, of course, you love whatever he gets you every time. Your always super surprised when he gets you something, cuz it's not your birthday or any special day, and you never expect gifts from people.

-Every time you accept a gift from him, you always want to squeal, tackle him, and shower him with kisses- but you resist doing so with all of your being, cuz you know he'd malfunction.

-Instead you very profoundly thank him many times, and give him one especially loving kiss.

-Seeing your extra surprised and happy reaction always relieves him so much, and it makes him want to do it all over again and gift you a whole shop full of trinkets. His lack of hundreds of dollars is the only thing that stops him.

💀 You're the type of person who wears a lot of black, and scatters bright colors here and there within your look. Your style ranges from goth to pastel e-boy.

🕯 You don't like to change other people's styles or tell other people what to wear, but every once in a while, Tokoyami expresses an interest in dressing like you- which you go NUTS over.

-You'll let him borrow your pastel sweaters, and he'll let you put bright colored hairclips in his feathers.

-He now even owns some pastel colored clothing of his own, that you either gifted him or he secretly bought himself at some point.

💀 He used to be shy about changing up his style every once in a while at first. Whenever you'd take pictures of him wearing bright clothes, he'd softly ask you not to show them to any of the others.

-Eventually he became confident enough to go out in public those rare days he'd wear bright colors, and everyone is always super supportive of the different style.

🕯 He had never been in a relationship with another guy before he started dating you.

-He started questioning his sexuality around the time he started high school, but it was never a priority at first because he was more focused on working hard to get into U.A. and thinking about his future being a hero.

-aNd tHeN hE mEt yOu, and now we're here lol.

-ANYWAYS, y'all go to pride parades together.

-Something he isn't shy about is his sexuality, cuz as soon as he realized how he felt about you, he was all in and that was that.

-Y'all go all out for parades with face and body paint, and shirts with your flags on them, and even sometimes bringing signs and flags to hold up and wave around.

-Some of your friends will come with the two of you, whether they're there because they're also lgbtq+ or just because they support it.

-It's the most social the two of you are the entire year, cuz your both introverted lil emos that don't really talk to many people outside of class 1A.

💀 So yeah- I think Tokoyami is highly underrated and I'm extremely soft for him. He's an emo birb boi, what is not to love.

-I believe in emo birb boi supremacy.

-Rise all Tokoyami stans, we shall take over the entire anime world someday.

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