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angelfiume · 5 years

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Mouth Like A Sailor Part 1

Hey so I have no idea how to publish a fanfic on tumblr besides just putting it up like this so hopefully this goes well. I was posting on qoutev but it kept crashing my computer so tumblr it is.

Marlena Curtis May 1965 5 months before "I hope all of you will take this summer to exercise your minds... You wouldn't want to go into your senior year with a head full of nothing, would you?" Mr. Mays shouted at the class, he wasn't angry, just obnoxiously loud. I looked across the room at my brother's best friend, Steve, hoping to have someone to smile with or pass a note too, but he obviously was not interested and instead was tracing the hand of a short girl with bobbed hair. She was giggling as he made ugly monster claws out of her manicured fingers, it was kind of sweet honestly. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, looking around the room for anyone else that might be alright with me. Mr. Mays voice quieted as he saw no one really cared about his speech on polishing the young mind, he resulted to letting us free for the rest of the period. I rested my head on my arms and decided to spend the class just sleeping instead of awkwardly trying to make conversation with the dry, ginger soc next to me. She seemed like she wasn't very interested anyways. The bell rung two minutes in to my daydream, which couldn't have made me happier, I jumped out of my seat and yanked my bag with me out the door. Finally I could just do jack-shit and paint my nails instead of listening to the same monotone creeps lecture for hours and hours. I nearly ran down the hallway towards my friends, Sophie and Jean, they were talking fast and smiled big when they saw me running down to see them. "MARLI, tell your brother you're gonna be at my house tonight baking cookies or some sweet shit, Gene Vincent is gonna be at Sophie's cousin's bar tonight in Oklahoma City! Her cousin said we can all get in no sweat." Jean said, she was so excited her heavy eyeliner was creasing from smiling so wide.

"Holy shit, Sophie did your cousin really say we can go? How much money?" I asked with a small twinge in my stomach, the past few months have been pretty tough on my wallet, I really wanted all my money to go into my younger brother's secret college fund.

"None baby! That's a perk of having friends with connections, just pitch in two bucks or so for gas, my daddy is letting me take the Malibu, ain't that exciting?" Sophie cooed, she had this soft voice that could have sounded polite even if she was telling you where it seemed your head was stuck. She was rich too, man her family did well. But she was still my friend, because she didn't care if I lived in a hollowed out coat closet my brother set up for me, she didn't believe in the social class war going on.

"I'm in man! I'll tell Darry I'm going to have a sleepover with ya'll, he won't ask questions, he's too wrapped around the axel with Soda right now." I grinned at them and listened quietly to the rest of their chatter. They could get awful excited about something real fast, it was damn cute.

We walked out to Jean's boyfriends car, he was a doll, always chauffeuring her and her friends around Tulsa. Speaking of the devil, Tommy came sprinting down the concrete steps and bear-hugged tiny Jean, making her scream and laugh.

"Hello sweetheart, ready to be done with the bullshit for a whole 2 months?" he was another one of those guys that seems to really just shout instead of talk, he nodded to Sophie and I and smiled nicely, "ya'll hangin' or goin' home?"

"I can stay a little, we're supposed to be in the City by 9 and we gotta leave at 7 or so.." Sophie chirped

"Just straight home for me, thanks, I gotta make an appearance so Darry doesn't get suspicious" I knew full well that he would expect the worst if I never showed up at home. I jumped down from Tommy's pick- up and yelled to Jean I would be at her house at 630. I smoothed out my black corduroy skirt and re-tucked the ratty pink shirt I had owned since 9th grade. My sneakers crunched down the gravel covering the alley behind my house as I walked towards the backward, where I heard my brother and their friends. Not even the whole gang was there, but it was still loud as hell.

"Hey Marls how was the last day of school? I miss anything important?" laughed Two-bit, the rusty haired boy lay lazily on our back steps.

"Ha, it was fine, you didn't miss anything important. Just that Mark guy offered me a whole year supply of marijuana if I would flash the principal at the assembly this morning" I told him as I took a carton out of my bra and lit a smoke, I giggled a little when I saw him cock an eyebrow. The nimrod probably thought I went through with it.

"So ya did it right?" Demanded a bored looking Dallas Winston. He sat next to my twin Soda, who was laughing quietly to himself, he probably knew I was too much of a wimp to leave school one some crazy note like that.

"Nah," I took a long drag, "I could get that shit for free by just winking at some of the squares in this town... But anyways, where did Darry go? He working late or something?"

"No, he should be home in ten minutes or so, you gonna bail soon?" Soda asked

"Around 6ish I'm going over to Jean's, Sophie and I are gonna spend the night with her." I told him without much worry, I was used to making up white lies at this point, Soda would likely not even care that I was going into the big city tonight, maybe he'd even think it was tuff I was sneaking off to a high class bar with my socy friends.

"Ain't Jean that middle-class broad with the giant jugs?" Dally half-joked, it was almost a long running gag that we had, since he couldn't make a move on me, being three of the gangs' sister, he has always tried his best to get at my friends. I just rolled my eyes and took another drag of my cigarette, lettings the boys' conversation go this way and that and just listen. That's kinda been my go-to lately, when my mom and dad died three months ago I lost a lot of my talkative edge. Shit it's been three months already... I pushed my body lightly off of the side of the house and dragged myself inside. My room really was just a scraped out coat closet. I ain't gonna complain too bad about it though, Darry really did make it alright and it wasn't even too small of a closet to begin with. Hell, if we were able to fit my little mattress and even my record player I bought when I was 11, it can't have been that bad. My stomach was beginning to feel a little green, I had been smoking like a chimney since I got home, and my room ain't too breezy so that tobacco stench really liked to hang around.

"Marlena?" I heard my oldest brother knocking at my door, he opened it and immediately looked a little peeved, "Oh lordy! Did ya just set a whole carton of marbolos on fire? It's a goddamn wildfire in here, you keep smoking like this and I'm gonna have to start checking what you buy at the store now, ya dig?"

"Yeah, I know. Hey Darry?" I said, without the slightest intention of cutting down on my habit, "I'm gonna go to Jean's tonight, Sophie will be there too, that cool?" "That's fine" he said walking back to the kitchen. I followed him out and just followed suit, he got a glass of water, I got one too. We didn't even talk the whole time, he's kinda been quiet lately too. When our parents died in that accident everyone took on a different kind of burden, but sometimes I think Darry feels like he took the whole load, and maybe that's why he's so damn stressed. Coming home from the funeral with my brothers felt like I had just taken a few strangers from the graveyard and said "you'll do." Darry used to be that real fun, hilarious older brother. We used to go out all the time and just talk about everything. We would talk about how mom was a little too harsh sometimes on people and that it was pretty funny that dad would just push her buttons when she would get annoyed by the little things. My youngest brother, Ponyboy, well he just downright terrifies me the way their deaths changed him. He didn't use to be so dreamy all the time, he always had a big imagination, but this time it's different, he tried to follow mom and dad's souls up to heaven and got stuck somewhere between space and the East Side. Sodapop though, he seemed to take it the healthiest, he wasn't shy about bawling and howling like an idiot at the funeral. He had to express how he felt, so he did. But one thing that did change was the side of him people usually forgot about started to rear its ugly head just a little more every once in a while. Soda is charming and nice, but he's also reckless and clumsy and he won't look before he just starts running. I'm not trying to but my brothers in a bad light though, I certainly haven't been perfect since the accident either.

Jean's dad was in the army, and her mom was a nurse, so they got along pretty okay. She wasn't by any means rich, but she surely never had a shortage of cash by the end of the month. Her house was just a quick bus ride from my neighborhood, it was two stories, well kept, and all the bathrooms were pink. I knocked on the door and not even a second later it was the bermuda triangle of "can you answer that?" between her and her parents. It was her mom who came to the door, she was a real neat lady. Joan's mom was actually real tough, she had a hard life as a kid and she don't have the easiest job in the world.

"Hello Marls! Don't you look like a doll tonight?" She smiled up at me, I am pretty tall for a girl and I usually tower over most ladies I meet.

"Thank-you Mrs. Massey, it's just my school clothes, but I figured it would be alright for tonight, ha," I tried my best to sound like a nice girl, but she was just so damn down to earth I really don't think she'd judge me too harsh. She let me in and walked me all the way to Jean's room, asking about my brothers and if Pony was proud of himself that he came in 2nd at his last track meet. It was nice talking to a mom.

Jean popped up from the floor when I walked in, "You ready to leave soon? I just gotta find my lipstick and Sophie will be here soon, we're gonna get burgers at Dairy Queen on the way out of town, my mom gave me food money if any of us need." she spoke briskly and with a butt-load of excitement.

"Yeah I'm all set" I giggled quietly as she threw tubes of makeup to the floor trying to find her token lipstick. She got it and we tumbled down the stairs just as Sophie was pulling up to the house.

#the outsiders #Dallas Winston #curtis sister #Ponyboy Curtis #darrel #darrel curtis #Sodapop Curtis #two bit mathews #Steve Randle #cherry valance #S.E. Hinton #Johnny Cade

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fushimi-saruhiko-yata-misaki · 7 years

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Genderfluid!Saruhiko

Help. I’m thirsty for more genderfluid!Saruhiko (please check out my fanfic called Skirts and Fishnets. Located on both AO3 and @my-writing-is-trash ) so I’m just going to put some things down here and I’ll add on when I think of more. YOU ALL CAN FEEL FREE TO ADD MORE. I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH.

[Everything below is at the time of when my fic takes place– a few months after the Destroying of the Slate so he’s 20]

Soft Warning: I swear, okay? I get in the spirit of things and get excited and it comes out that way. I cut most of it out.

Makeup? They look fabulous in everything. Eye-shadow, lipstick, nail polish??? Yes. They are stunning and love it all. Especially mascara/eyeliner because their eyes pop in such a nice fashion (not like they do anyways but even more is A++). On any day, they wear eyeliner because it makes them look stunning. They especially like dark blue make up (light blue is nice too but they like the constant and pop that the dark colors give against their pale skin) even though it’s so damn hard to find some of it. Like, they walked into a store looking for dark blue lipstick because the light blue wasn’t working out for some reason and they nearly stabbed the make up section BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS SELL JUST REDS. They got irritated and just bought a black instead which, incidentally, turned out to be perfect.

Nail polish? they love that, especially on their non-masculine days (even tho they leave it on the masculine ones because 1) a hassle to take off. 2) everyone already knows that if they comment, they die. 3) it’s kinda comforting sort of?). Ofc blacks and blues, they would do purple– at least light purple tho– too but Niki fucked that up.

Clothing? Sexy in everything. Nearly absolutely everything. Women’s, men’s, gender neutral? EVERYTHING. I could write a whole big extra post on this (I might even) but I’ll just put down a few things here:

Obviously the typical “Saruhiko” look with his dark colors and all but he also likes to venture out a bit. On the days that they wear more “feminine” clothing, it usually comprises of a nice simple skirt, some sort of shirt (basically the same thing as any other non-work day except for special events or finds something they like), and dress boots. The whole outfit is, naturally, fitted with a small knife set. (I’m gonna write a mini thing about a skirt I want them to wear. Maybe put it in my fic as well). The times when they are more masculine, it’s the same “Saruhiko" look. No difference in wardrobe because none is needed.

SUITS. Their shoulders are too broad to fit in some dresses at this time (when they were younger, they could) so suits it is. And that of course is not an issue because fuck me they are sexy af. [I’m thirsty for people in suits. I have no idea why but for some reason I die when I see someone in a suit. Please dont make a real Saru appear in front of me with a suit unless you want me to die automatically. Like, I dont want to ripe it off of them, I just want to stare at them forever] Misaki instantly has nose bleeds seeing them dressed all fancy.

So that is it of how they express themselves. ugh, whats next. Backstory? Alright, I’ll try to explain some of it

Copied out of my fic: “ This is… new. The old was me. Once in middle school, I had found a bottle of purple nail polish laying around on the floor of the classroom. At this point in time, I had started to seriously consider my sexuality and gender. Typically, I could really care less– if you’re happy, be happy, I have no reason to judge, but then, feelings had started to swirl inside me like a whirlpool. I was angry at myself at first, fully believed that I am just a monkey… a failure, a failure that I couldn’t just be a normal guy that went to school and could hit on girls. So, when I found the little purple bottle, I had hid behind the school. I was curious, no stupid, and started to paint my nails. I have never done that, actually do something that was girly. It was a rush of feelings, angry, happiness, sadness, giddiness; there was enough feelings that I couldn’t help but laugh as my eyes teared up. It was proof that I was a failure but also proof that I could be someone different, someone whose life wasn’t an endless parade of despair. During the midst of raw feelings, Misaki had found me hunched up behind the baseball pits. First, he was concerned, who wouldn’t be if their friend is hiding with tears falling down their face? But once he saw the nail polish bottle laying in the grass by my feet, he just smiled. A genuine beautiful warm smile cross his face as he laughed and picked up the bottle, saying, “Fushimi, you could’ve told me. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.” He grabbed my half painted hand and brush-cap to start to go to work after those words. His blind acceptance was… wonderful. Wonderful in the fact that he could really care less whether I wore skirts or pants, whether I wore make up or went bare, whether I was girl or a boy. He took me for who I was– his friend.”. So yeah. That’s that. You could probably find the cause of why they are upset because of his dickish father, no shit.

Essentially, Saru had many conflicting feelings about his gender when they were young (12 at this point) and having a father that doesn’t help much– really not at all, or even worse so. At times, Saru didn’t feel like they fit into the masculine standards, yes they were a guy, yes they dressed like one and acted like one but deep down, they didn’t feel like one. At firstly they were concerned because they didn’t feel like a guy and they were nearly 90% sure they weren’t female either so where they? For a year of suffering from NIki and suffering from this confusing confliction, they figured out they were either female nor male at times but they were just… there? No defined boundaries of gender yet still existed as a gender? Saru was just confused but through the means of logic, technology and information, they finally realized what exactly what they are on those none masculine days. Yes, they go back to male from time to time depending on the day or week but they figured out that the other identification was neutrois. Then came the problem that how did they like feminae clothing while still being male/neutrois? Shouldn’t I just like malsaine and gender neutral clothing and not feminine? They thought but after some time of realization that make up and clothing really don’t have a gender, it’s just that a sociality viewed on this and decided to mark things are “Male” or “Female” and none in between. So, at least in their mind, they felt more okay when feminine like clothing when they identified as neutrois. At this time (now at age 13 when he knows Misaki well), they haven’t gotten around to try anything remotely none masculine because of the ever so looming darkness that lives at their house. When they found the lavender nail polish, they picked it up on impulse and with the wild drive of wonder, they started to explore what it really felt like to do something that wasn’t forced upon him by society. And, they liked it.

Obviously, it took some time for Misaki to understand what Saru really was. He never knew that someone can be different than what they were assigned to at birth but to a great personal shock, he realized that it really didn’t matter if Saru wore skirts or went by a different set of pronouns; Saru was Saru no matter what they did, nothing would change the fact that they were friends. Yes, of course, at first Misaki didn’t understand and was bothered by the fact that boys weren’t supposed to like feminine things because that made them look “weak” but he soon got the point through his own research and answers to his questions from Saru.

Over the years, Saru got more comfortable with the aspect of being genderfluid. Their range of what he would do to express themself steadily widened once they joined Horma then finally Scepter 4.

During Homra times, Totsuka, Anna, and Misaki took it in great lengths to help Saru along with themself. Misaki was distant and attached to Mikoto, yes, but he took it in his own hands to make Saru feel more accepted. He went to Chitose and asked how to do make up because at this time, Saru hasn’t looked into that aspect of themself because gross gross stuff is sticking to my skin weirdly and people would stare, so Misaki took it upon himself to find this out because damn, Misaki can totally see Saru all prettied up like that. Totsuka came up a with a harness design for Saru’s knives that would fit under their skirt but Saru only made it once he joined Scepter 4.

Scepter 4. Oh boy. Muna has a field day one day. Aki found Saru out on the streets in his feminine clothes because it was a weekend and they weren’t required to wear their uniform that day (They wear the same uniform as in [K]. no need to change it). Aki was concerned and confused but gave Saru a gentle smile before continuing on his day. Aki ends up going back to HQ and letting Muna know since he felt that this is important for the Captain to know. Muna already knew about Saru being genderfluid (cuz Scepter 4 dad knows all) but since Aki came forward, he decided to a special meeting about the aspects of the LGBTQ+ community. Of course, he makes the meeting and requires everyone from the Special Forces to attend, especially Saru. The poor person of interest kept clicking their tongue throughout the whole meeting because they knew this came about because of them. Muna informs them on the differences between sexualities and genders, and pronouns and how to not be ignorant about these things. Dōmyōuji asked an inappropriate question and he was nearly stabbed by Saru. After that, everyone on the team at the time was respectful towards Saru and used the correct pronouns and didn’t question his motives because they didn’t want to be stabbed like Dōmyōuji.

Jungle. Basically the same as [K]. Yukari finds Saru in their room applying some green/black make up on for the day (come on. They have to match the colors of their affliction at the time, plus green does look kick ass on their.) and pretty much flips out and fangirls. Like, “omg. My child is following my ways!” All sparkly eyed and trying to get at Saru when they just raise a hand and push him away, saying that they would just go out on the mission plain and boring if he didn’t stop his nuisances. So, Yukari leaves them alone as they got ready. Everyday he keeps trying to get at Saru and their makeup but they effectively shut him down each time, not wanting to be bothered by this beauty-insane maniac and just complete their own personal mission.

Please enjoy this post. I’m always willing to talk about this over messages if you guys would like. Sorry that this is bulleted. I keep forgetting it looks terrible on mobile but please enjoy anyways.

#please read and spread this #I love it so much #fushimi saruhiko #yata misaki #genderfluid!saru #Skirts and Fishnets #Silvio talks #and others #such as #munakata reisi #domyouji andy

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