#bury your gays as apart as you can

[noonemonitorsmyscreentime]

Late '00/ early '10's writers about two male characters: They had this deep bond that transcended life or death. They were mourning like a widower when they thought the other had died and had their own inside jokes that no one else understood or appreciated. They could only be comfortably themselves when the other was around. The world was saved several times because of their bond, and they would willingly die if it meant the other lived. They were the bestest of buddies.

#gay #supernatural #gay but also homophobic #homophobic queerbait #queerbait #queerbaiting #history hates lovers #destiel #merthur #no but like whenever I've had friendships this intense it turned out that i was in love with the other person #supernatural brainrot #johnlock #sherlock #i'm sure there are more examples of this but tbh i think the ones tagged are the most relevant #queerbait but make it homophobic #bury your gays #bury your gays as apart as you can #fellas is it gay #spn #merlin #sherlock bbc #okay tbh this is mostly about supernatural #brainrot #the lesbians didn't even get this far bc they were dead already if they ever existed

[thankyouivy]

Slick Tongue - Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!reader Warnings: SMUT! (18+), oral [f rec], non-con voyeurism? (the team listens in), dryhumping, squirting, overstimulation, dirty talk, begging, HANDS, multiple orgasms, fluff! Summary: Instead of going out with the team for drinks after a stressful week, the only thing he wants to do is bury his head between your thighs. Notes: a gay and a lesbian attempted to write straight smut: this is that attempt. there is a significant lack of munch!spencer content on here and I am willing to attempt to fix that very serious problem. this is literally just 3k words of Spencer being a munch, enjoy! :]

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“Reid, are you sure you don't wanna come out with us? I mean, after the last few days we all deserve a little fun time!” the grainy voice of Garcia speaks through the phone as Spencer makes his way into your shared apartment. Spencer chuckles and the ruffle of him taking his coat and shoes off can be heard on Penelope's side of the line. Spencer sets his bag on his desk on the way to your bedroom where he knows you’re waiting for him. “As much as I would like to spend more time with you guys, I have other things I need to atten- …”

You’re lying on your side of the bed, undressed except for the navy blue lingerie set Spencer bought for you in LA when the team flew there for a case, and one of his button up work shirts. This one is light blue and it complements the navy blue of your lacy bra and thong peeking out through the half-unbuttoned shirt. You look up from the book you have in your hand, and smile as you sip your red wine, and then place the glass on the bedside table. Spencer is just standing in the doorway and manages to get out a breathy “Hi,” before Garcia seems to snap him out of the trance he's in. He blinks a few times and looks around for a second before remembering where his coworkers' voice is coming from.

“Reid? Reiddddd??? Are you still there?” She says as he lifts the phone back to his ear. “What? Yeah, I’m still here. What- what is it?”

You giggle at him. Despite being one of the smartest people in the BAU, all of his concentration and genius goes out the window when it comes to you, it seems. Spencer can tell Garica is saying something to him, but he can’t really tell what it is that she’s talking about. “Hey, Garcia- I’m- um I’ve got to go- no it's- nothing wrong! I just have to- I- I’ll see you tomorrow, have fun at.. wherever- bye.” He stammers out quickly, and shuts off his phone and throws it onto the bedside table as he makes his way over to the bed.

It seems in Spencer's delusional state of mind, clouded by the nakedness of his girlfriend, he has forgotten that when you turn your phone off, the call you are on does not automatically hang up, unknowingly leaving Garcia and the rest of the team to listen in on the escapades that follow:

“Hi, baby,” You greet him happily as Spencer reaches your side of the bed and leans down to place a passionate kiss on your lips. “God, I missed you,” he mumbles into your mouth and you smile and hum in agreement into the kiss, running your fingers through his soft fluffy hair.

His mouth moves from your lips to your jaw, placing kisses along the edge of your face to your ear, and then down to your neck where he begins marking you up. You giggle happily as he works on his task.

He pulls away from the kiss momentarily to run his eyes over your body once more. You look absolutely delectable in this set, it's one of his favorites. He bites his lip and runs his hands over your sides and down to your hips. He leans back in to kiss you all while he makes quick work of your bra, unclasping the back and pulling it off as you work on taking off your shirt, it falls off of your shoulders gently revealing your gorgeous bare tits.

You bite your lip and the blush from your cheeks makes its way down the rest of your body, and Spencer groans at the sight of you. “Fuck, you look so good, baby… but in order for me to have any fun, these need to come off…” He says darkly, as his pointer finger slips its way under the strap of your thong and he places kisses along your collarbone.

You gasp as he grips your hips and slides you to the edge of the bed, dropping down to his knees immediately, and making quick work of taking his own shirt off, leaving him in only his work pants. You let him pull your panties down your thighs and off your legs slowly, already panting hard as he watches you open your pretty legs for him, giving him the perfect view of your tiny bare pussy and completely naked body.

“Fuck…” he says breathily as he licks his lips, obviously salivating. “Please baby…I wanna taste you so bad… been thinking about it for days…” He begs on his knees, and you moan at his words. He looks exhausted but eager, and that combination of things usually only means one thing; "Bad day?" you ask as he grabs the underside of your left thigh and places it over his shoulder, "Terrible."

You lace your fingers through his soft hair, and watch as he closes his eyes, tilting his head to the side to give the inside of your thigh an open-mouth kiss.

"Mmmm.. I’m sorry work was bad baby…Y'can tell me everything after you make me cum, yeah?" and then he's groaning, "Fuck yes," nodding his head and sighing happily, before surging forwards and lapping at your cunt as if its the one thing he wanted to do all day.

Immediately your hips arch off of the bed as his lips press against your folds. "Fuck, Spence," you gasp, he parts his lips before dragging his tongue up your centre, circling the tip around your clit, "oh my god," you moan, fingers tangling into his hair to hold him there. This spurs Spencer on further, his body pushes further between your legs, his hands holding your legs apart while he starts to moan into you. “Tastes so fucking good, baby.” He mutters and licks his lips, before licking at your clit softly.

Your view is obscene. Spencer's large veiny hands are gripping your plush thighs, making his arms muscles flex as he holds them open. His gorgeous sharp jaw moves in a steady rhythm, his long hair falling in front of his face as his dark eyes look up at you, completely focused on pleasing you.

Your body feels like it’s on fire. It feels like too much and not enough at the same time. You shut your eyes and tilt your head back as his tongue runs over your pussy over and over again. “Fuck! Spencer, that feels so good!” You gasp out. You can feel his smile against you as Spencer sucks hard on your clit, vulgar noises fill the room as he leans into you, one hand around your hip holding you down and the other pressing against your abdomen. His nose rubs against your clit as he mouths at your opening, and that sends you over the edge. You cum hard and with no warning, letting out a yelp followed by a string of loud moans. Spencer groans against you as he licks you through it, the vibrations just adding to the intensity of your orgasm.

He kisses your thighs when he's done licking up your arousal to help you come down from your sudden high, and then stands to maneuver you onto the bed properly. “You know, the tongue is one of the strongest muscles in the body…and although cunnilingus isn’t the intended purpose of the genioglossus, styloglossus, and hyoglossus muscles, they really do make it easy for me to make you cum.” He speaks as he positions you up against the pillows so you have a clear view of him, and places a pillow underneath your hips to get better leverage. “Speaking of cumming, did you know the average woman can orgasm up 5 times per session? So if you think I’m stopping at one… you must be out of your mind, sugar.” He licks his lips.

Without giving you a chance to reply, he delves back into you, his tongue lapping over you slowly, suckling over your clit which has you shuddering instantly, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Suddenly you feel his fingers tease at you, you gasp, then whimper with want, desperate for his long fingers to fill you. Without warning he presses two fingers into you easily with the aid of your cum-slicked opening. His gaze traveling up your body as you cry out and clench around him "fuck, baby, so fucking tight and desperate for me, huh?" Spencer mumbles.

He has you panting and whining whilst throwing your head back in no time. Your nails dig into his scalp, hips grinding slowly against his face and fingers as heat starts to form in the pits of your stomach. His fingers fill and stretch you in the best way possible as he works you open. Your orgasm builds again, embarrassingly fast, thighs shaking, back arching away from the bed while he plays with your body.

"Oh, fuck, i'm gonna- I'm gonna cum, baby" you cry out, letting your thighs close around Spencer's body, you feel him smirk against you as he lifts off you momentarily to mutter out a little “yeah? Gonna cum?”

"Mhm! fuck- Ungh- oh god!" you choke out in between your moans, stomach clenching underneath his hand as he doubles down, fingers speeding up slightly and his own moans sending vibrating pleasure straight up your body, "th- fuck, there, stay there,” he makes you babble, gripping his hair as you keep him where you need him. Spencer is revelling in the way his motions pull a string of pretty sounds from you; a mix of moans, whines and whimpers because words are failing to express how fucking amazing you feel.

“Doing so good, sugar" He groans, the heel of his hand pressed into your pelvis, the pressure making you clench around him. "So good," he groans as loud moans spill from your open mouth.

Spencer pulls his fingers out of you but before you can protest he's sliding them straight back in at a slightly different angle, hitting the exact spot you need him to. "Please," is all you can manage as the air gets punched from your lungs by a scream when he starts pressing and rubbing hard over it, knowing how close you are to your orgasm.

Your boyfriend watches your stomach tensing and he feels your knees trembling at his sides, your pussy walls fluttering around his fingers and clit pulsing on this tongue as he flattens it against you, “uh huh, come on, baby," he starts, fully aware of what his words do to you. "So close, I know..." He pauses when you interrupt with a high pitched whine, "cmon, cum for me," he finishes, moving his mouth to suck on your clit and curl his fingers inside you, and it sends you over the edge, your back arches away from the mattress, somehow pushing Spencers long, thick fingers into you even further, and you're done for.

Your cunt floods, wetness gushing from you and soaking the sheets beneath you. "Don't stop," you sob.

Spencer moans loudly as he continues his attack on your cunt with his mouth, greedily trying to lick up everything you’re giving him.

This time, he doesn’t give you a chance to breathe, keeping a steady rhythm of his fingers and mouth as he attempts to get you to squirt again. You loudly whimper and try to squirm away from his grip and relentless stimulation on your poor, swollen, fucked out pussy, but to no avail. He doesnt let up as he pushes your hips down harder, and all you can do is let out pathetic little cries and whines as he overstimulates you.

“I- I can’t again-” you cry out at him. It's all too much; his fingers inside you, the heel of his hand pressing into your folds, his lips and tongue toying with your clit, his free hand exploring your body, the stimulation is making your brain short circuit. He pulls his mouth away from you for a second, “yes you can. Just one more for me, sugar, yeah?” He pants, and then resumes his work when you let out a broken cry.

Spencer feels like he's harder than he's ever been in his life. The sounds you're making, the way you taste, the way you're trembling under his ministrations just spur him on more. The only thing on his mind is how he wants to make you squirt again, the very thought of it makes him lightheaded as he doubles his efforts.

In your haze of overstimulation, you can feel the bed rocking at a steady pace, and you realize Spencer is humping the bed. The thought of him getting himself off on the sheets below him, because eating you out is something he does for his own pleasure and not yours, goes straight to your core and your hips spasm upwards into his mouth.

“Spencer!” you moan, “I’m gonna- fuck-” one of your hands tangled in his curly locks, a silent plea for him to stay where he is as you grind your hips sporadically against his tongue. “Cum on my face, baby.” You could feel his smirk on you, and how it grew when your hips started to hump his face as he increases his pace.

"Uh huh, cum on my tongue," he hums against you, and that sends you hurtling over the edge for the final time. You come harder than before, you let out a scream as your body shakes and your thighs close around Spencer's head, trapping him there while your entire body spasms, eyes clamped shut.

His thumb presses and flicks against your clit as he eats you, and you're sure you black out, thighs practically vibrating from the intensity as your body releases even more cum than last time.

"Oh my god, baby," you barely hear Spencer over the pounding in your ears as your body continues to convulse and spurt liquid. His fingers move at an inhuman pace, desperately trying to milk as much cum from you as he possibly can, and all you can do is scream. When he is convinced you can't give him anymore, he gives one final lick through your folds and slips his head away from you.

Spencer looks incredible, his hair tousled and messy, the bottom half of his face completely soaked with your slick and his cheeks red as he catches his own breath and licks you off his lips. Gently, he slips his fingers from your body moaning softly to himself when your pussy squelches from the mix of ejaculate and his saliva. Strings of your slick connect his fingers together as he spreads them apart. "Were so fucking good for me,” He moans. Looking right at you, he slides those fingers onto his tongue, lips curling around them as he sucks you off them and hums at the taste, “so fucking good”.

After giving your hip a kiss, he lifts himself off the mattress and heads to the bathroom to wipe his face off and run a bath for the two of you. He comes back to find you still completely fucked out and breathing heavily, your body still twitching. He chuckles at you, completely spent and exhausted. “Want me to carry you, sugar?” he asks softly and you just let out a small ‘mhm’.

He picks you up with ease, holding you up by the bottom of your thighs. one of your arms wraps around his neck and the other grabs his face to kiss him deeply, whining when you taste yourself on his tongue. You can't feel his erection against you, but instead a damp spot on the crotch of his pants, which just makes you whine more, hooking your legs around his hips and burying your face in his neck.

He pets your hair and makes his way into the bathroom with you in his arms, placing you into the bath following close behind after making quick work of his remaining clothes. Your back presses against his chest as you both relax in the warm soapy water.

“So, what happened?” You ask in a sleepy mumble as his hands rub up and down your arms methodically. “Hm?” He mutters, burying his nose in your hair. “What happened at work?” You smile up at him, and he just laughs and places a delicate kiss on your lips.

Back at the BAU, Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, Garcia, and JJ are still in the bullpen, and not out at the bar. Garica’s phone rests in the center of the roundtable as the entire team stares at it, slack jawed. “Well… now we know how he can talk so much without his jaw hurting.” Rossi says, dumbfounded.

The door to the room opens suddenly, Garcia snatches her phone and hangs up the call, that has now gone silent on Spencer's end, as everyone’s heads snap to Hotch.

“What are you all still doing here?” Hotch asks, receiving five immediate “nothing!”’s as they all scramble to collect their things and rush past him out of the room.

More of my stuff can be found here.

~ Ivy 🪴

#spencer reid #munch!spencer #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x fem!reader smut #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid fic

[seethesin]

wake up call

pairing: Hazel Callahan x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, hazel & reader are 18+, established relationship, college au, body worship, teasing, oral over clothing, orgasm denial/edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: i too have caught feelings for my favorite arsonist, hazel callahan 😔 have an uncharacteristically short, smutty fic while i work my thoughts out.

loosely based on this prompt. gif pack/gif credit. enjoy :)

"Baby, it's time to get up."

You're too busy trying to sleep off a migraine to pay attention to Hazel stirring in bed or what she has to say. Even with an eye mask on, any stray refraction of light is enough for a splitting pain to reverberate in your head. You should have drank more water and less tequila last night.

Hindsight was always 20/20.

You and Hazel had met your friends at Mary's, a local gay bar a mile from campus. The bouncers never commented on the fake IDs you thrust in their hands every weekend and barely bothered to check them as they ushered you inside. Your best guess? They'd take every dollar they could get.

It was a small, hole-in-the-wall establishment, but it was fun enough for the group of you to drink, dance, and sing desperately off-key. It was your usual meeting spot on Thursday and Friday nights—sometimes Saturdays if you and Hazel had the strength to get out of bed in the morning—where you all could gossip about your professors and peers. You don't remember much from last night, but you do remember grinding on Hazel after downing three tequila sodas while Isabel bitched about her Econ professor, Mr. Weber.

You were now facing the repercussions of your debaucherous, dehydrated actions.

"Babe," Hazel tries again. Her disembodied voice is farther away now, most likely in the bathroom next door. "You're going to be late for calculus."

Who the fuck convinced you to take Friday classes? Let alone actually attend them?

Oh right. It was Hazel.

At least both of you managed to find off-campus housing at the end of sophomore year. If you had to share a bathroom with an entire floor again, you would have hung yourself with dental floss.

"Professor Hoyt can eat my ass," you grunt, grabbing your pillow and smashing it into your face. The next part of your sentence is so garbled that you can't even understand yourself. You hear Hazel's footsteps reenter your bedroom as the mattress concaves next to you. The pillow is nudged off your face and stray beams of light bury themselves back into your eye mask.

"She better not." Her breath fans against your cheek as you feel her nip playfully at your skin. "That's all mine."

Hazel can't see your exaggerated eye roll, but she feels the grin growing across your face. She mirrors it eagerly, pressing sweet, soft kisses down your cheek. You feel her lips ghost down your jaw before gliding down your neck. You hum quietly, reflexively tilting your head to the side to expose more flesh to her.

Hazel notices and firmly bites at the base of your neck. You moan, caught off guard.

"I can just ask Isabel for the notes after she gets out of Econ." It comes out as a whine as you feel Hazel shift on top of you.

"Mhmm," she mocks, her hands creeping under your nightshirt. Gingerly, she tugs it up and over your head before shoving it towards her side of the bed.

Her hot mouth reconnects with your skin, trailing down your chest, and kissing just over the curve of your breast. Her lips sink lower, enveloping themselves around your nipple as she sucks. Her hands slide up and down your body reverently before resting on your waist. You mewl, rutting your hips forward.

"Haze," you breathe but she ignores you.

Her lips pull away from your breast, kissing across your chest to give short, equal treatment to its twin. Whatever she was trying to do had the opposite effect on you; there was no way you were leaving this apartment when your girlfriend was too busy devouring every inch of your body.

Hazel kisses wetly against your skin as she begins her descent down your abdomen. Suddenly, she halts. Her nose brushes your navel and her mouth hovers just over your loins. She's so close to where you want her and you vocalize your frustration with a growl. Hazel's thumbs hook under the waistband of your underwear as her head sinks lower.

"Use your words," she teases, voice husky as she snaps the elastic band back into your skin.

You whimper, shoving your hips closer to Hazel's face. If you weren't so hungover, you would have clamped your thighs against her cheeks and squeezed. Hazel had a thing for breathplay anyway; she would have loved it.

"Put your mouth on my pussy."

"Yes ma'am."

Immediately, Hazel's hands grope the meat of your ass, tugging you toward her. Her lips kiss against your clothed cunt, her tongue poking out to kitten lick against the fabric of your underwear.

You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut as short, raspy moans push from your throat.

"Fuck yes," you sigh, wriggling your hips to steal more friction from Hazel's tongue. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten as heat radiates from between your legs. Your underwear is soaked from a combination of your slick and Hazel's saliva. You were embarrassed to admit it, but you were already nearing your first climax.

Apparently, Hazel has a sixth sense for impending orgasms because she realizes that too. Without another word, she detaches herself from your body. The bed creaks as she rolls off it. Her footsteps retreat to the other side of the room.

She's gone. You keen.

"Hazel, what the fuck?" Your thighs press together, rubbing feebly to try and salvage a lick of your previous pleasure. It's useless and you give up with a petulant huff.

The brunette chuckles from a distance, the sound growing louder as she returns to the bedroom. You rip your eye mask off, squinting for a full-fledged minute as your pupils adjust to the sunlight. After blinking feverishly, you stare at Hazel, now leaning into the doorway. A sheen of spittle and slick glows from her chin.

"You're up," she states obviously, her arms crossed over her chest. The way they press into her tits makes your mouth water.

"I've been up!"

She snickers.

"Good. Now you won't be late to calculus anymore."

#bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #smut #fanfic #fanfiction

[drchucktingle]

work of jordan peele is BIG influence on chuck this is correct. there are quite a few similarities actually, especially when you consider both of us are coming to horror from place of comedy (i personally do not see tinglers as comedy but obviously this timeline has placed them there and i am perfectly okay with this trot).

we are both creating horror stories for our own historically marginalized groups and in particular, writing stories that are SPECIFIC to those groups.

for example when thinking about QUEER HORROR there is plenty of queer horror where the horror itself has nothing to do with queerness, or the queerness is subtext. for instance you could have a slasher where the main characters happen to be gay, but their queerness is not necessarily part of the fear.

on the other hand, CAMP DAMASCUS is directly commenting on a queer issue

BURY YOUR GAYS is directly commenting on a queer issue

by the same token GET OUT is directly commenting on a race issue

US is directly commenting on a class issue which is, of course, going to be wrapped up in topics of race and marginalization

it should be said that the other kinds of horror where issues of the marginalized groups is more in the SUBTEXT are not wrong. there is a time and a place for that. the book that will likely be chucks next horror novel is about bi erasure, but it is much more about the subtext and symbolism. there is a bi lead, but also a monster that does not seem to be about bi erasure AT FIRST. it is much less direct. so there is a time and a place for both kinds of approaches.

but i think the biggest thing that is similar about jordan and chucks approach (and what has been a big influence on me specifically) is that our goal is NOT: 'how HORRIFYING AND TRAUMATIC AND MESSED UP CAN WE MAKE THIS?'

we are doing something else

processing trauma by exposure can be a common goal for horror AND honestly i think it is also totally dang fine to make art like this. there are some incredible pieces where trauma and tragedy is the goal. however (and i will speak for myself here) when you are coming from a buckaroo community that has been through so much of this trauma in real life, i PERSONALLY find that goal to be a little too boring.

my goal is more like this: how can we use this genre of fear and tension that i love to comment and explore and say something new? how can i pull apart an issue and deconstruct it in a way that is cathartic and maybe even changes minds?

so i cannot speak for jordan but i feel like our approaches are similar in this way. i see a LOT of reviews that make comparisons between CAMP DAMASCUS and GET OUT and i am always very flattered

#camp damascus #get out #bury your gays #us #jordan peele #horror #queer horror

[andsomemaniacgotridofthewheel]

David Jenkins was not a Big Name Showrunner before OFMD. In fact, I had never heard of him before. I am not even sure what he did before OFMD, according to IMDB he wrote exactly one other show and it is one I have never even heard of before.

And he somehow got HBO to make his weird little show about gay pirates, and he got Taika Waititi to help with it, and while nobody was expecting anything of it - I mean come on guys, remember when OFMD dropped and everyone only gradually realised what it was - it became The Little Show That Could. With almost no advertising. No marketing. HBO did clearly did not expect this show to be anything, to make any real money or to go beyond one season.

But then it blew up.

Because David Jenkins was so insightful, he was so good, he brought so much fresh wind into a business where we usually can tell how the next three steps of how any show is going to go (and to be fair, a lot of us feared that Izzy's death in season 2 was coming, because all the signs fit), that we put him on a pedestal.

THE FUCKING PEDESTAL.

Yes he is brilliant. He has done stuff with OFMD that you never ever see somewhere else. He has understood that historical accuracy, as well as physics and geography, are merely backdrop for plot and characters. Completely irrelevant if you need them to be, but then suddenly important if you have a bit of story that won't work without. He understood that queer relationships deserve to be told, and when confronted with skeptic fans he learned about queerbaiting.

He took a lot of tropes and put them on their head. He structured his show like fanfic. He put thought into his stories instead of following the beaten track. He single-handedly raised the bar for every showrunner out there.

But it is still only his second show.

If he didn't shine so brightly during OFMD's first season, nobody would have expected so much of him.

And yes. He dropped the ball on Izzy.

I loved Izzy to pieces ever since season 1, I wanted to pin him to a board like a bug and study him and take him apart and put him in a blender and in situations, I loved to hate him and in season 2 I loved to love him. He is such a brilliant, complex character, so well written and so well played by Con O'Neill; the options for character analysis, relationship analysis, various interpretations of everything he has done, are simply limitless. 🤯 That is due to David Jenkins & Con O'Neill.

And David Jenkins, standing in the spotlight of all of our exaggerated expectations, decided it would have the greatest emotional impact if he killed him. He made him a symbol, for the end of The Golden Age of Piracy™, and he killed him.

He was right.

He was not original.

He fell for one of the very tropes he so successfully fought in season 1, and for the most part of season 2.

Procuring an emotional response by having a beloved character, who was just starting to embark on an exciting new journey, die tragically and emotionally, providing motivation for the remaining characters.

It was a cheap move.

It is not a Bury Your Gays. Everyone is queer on this show, you can't call something a Bury Your Gays if that would be true for every character death.

But Izzy was also old, and disabled, and he had survived a suicide attempt (that he was driven into, not chose for himself), and had just had an arc of growth and character development that could have gone on for such a long time after this. He had just learned to trust and be vulnerable and experience (gender)queer joy. God, there were so many places his character could have gone.

I loved Izzy as a character, I didn't relate much to him. But Your Mileage May Vary, and I am so, so sorry for everyone who did. You didn't deserve this.

But David Jenkins? Is still sooo much better than any generic bland showrunner that is going places in Hollywood. You want to boycott anything, boycott the big streaming services that don't have the guts to make their main characters queer, to think that "a bit of both" is inclusive or bold, and who drive out any creatives that object and try to sneak in inclusiveness. They are the enemy. They are systemic discrimination and injustice.

David Jenkins is just starting out. And he did so much better on his very first successful show than anyone who has been in the business for years. If anyone deserves a chance to prove that he can do better, it's him.

I'm sure he'll come to regret his decision. I'm sure he'll see where he went wrong, how he could have done better, and fix it in any show he might do after this. I, for one, would much rather see any show he is involved in than most of the crap that the AMPTP is putting out, now or in the future. He can only get better. And he did do a lot of things right. Never forget that. Because the majority of showrunners can't even do the minimum, and David Jenkins went above and beyond.

I think he deserves a little slack. If anyone in the streaming industry does, it's him.

It's the fucking pedestal that is the problem. It makes people who do good but are not perfect suddenly look worse than the most cowardice, opportunistic mediocre guy. But they are not and they deserve a leg up, or we are stuck with the worse option who gets support from all the wrong places. Don't fall for it.

#david jenkins #our flag means death #ofmd #izzy hands #ofmd izzy hands #con o'neill #nikku.txt

[nino-rox]

Choi San x Male Bottom Reader

Content Warning : NSFW Gay Smut, sexual themes, Top San and Bottom Male Reader.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

San grabbed your waist as you made out in the backseat of his car. Your hands palmed his erection, squeezing gently, running your fingers over its girth and length. You could feel him through his jeans growing harder by the second, and when he moaned into your mouth, it sent a thrill down your spine. He broke away for a moment, whispering, “Are you ready?” As he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, you stroked his hardening cock. He grabbed your hair and pushed your face onto his crotch. It was so thick that you could barely fit it all inside your mouth at once.

You licked around the head and worked your way down the shaft with your tongue before taking his entire length deep into your throat. His groans filled the car as you teased the underside of his tip with your tongue, feeling it twinge and jump under your touch. When you opened your mouth again, you noticed a thin string of saliva connecting your lips and San’s swollen cock. He looked down at you with lustful eyes as if willing himself not to cum too soon. He took his hand off your head and guided it up and down his cock. You could see it grow longer and thicker every time you stroked it, begging to be taken in your tight ass. He pulled your head off his cock and turned your around on all fours, sticking your ass high. He spread your cheeks apart and began licking your asshole, slowly working his tongue between each one. The pleasure is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He grabbed your hips and drove two fingers into your tight hole. You could feel his fingers stretching your walls open and filling your body with an electric buzz. He pushed another finger into your tight ass. You cried out but couldn’t help but moan as his finger hit all the right places. The taste of your arousal is indescribable. While you enjoy it now, you can only imagine how intense it would have been had he not stopped. “You ready, baby?” San said as positioned behind you. He slowly entered your ass until you felt like you were completely filled.

You held yourself still, unable to move as he slid slowly in and out of you. With every thrust, your muscles tightened, and your hole stretched open even more. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as San began to thrust at a Wild pace, sending tremors throughout your entire body. You both moaned louder than ever. San grunted loudly as he spanked your ass hard enough to leave red marks across your skin. As the sensation built within you, you lifted your ass to meet his every thrust. He buried his face in your shoulder and began panting heavily, telling you to take control of the rhythm. Your breath became heavy as you bucked your hips against him. San slapped your ass hard and whispered, “Fuck”, as he continued railing you at an animalistic pace, filling the car with sinful and sloppy moans. Suddenly you felt him go stiff as he pulled out completely, grabbing your waist and thrusting forward hard, slamming his fat cock deep inside you. You yelled out, almost passing out from the pleasure as you were overwhelmed by what felt like being impaled by a monstrous log. You tried pulling away, but he kept pushing forward faster, forcing you deeper and deeper inside yourself. San began to groan louder as he started losing control. A river of cum erupted from his dick and coated your walls. His balls continued to slap against your inner thighs as he rammed you over and over again. He let go of your waist and let himself fall against the car door, absolutely exhausted.

#male x male #bxb #k-pop x male reader #kpop x male reader #smut #san x male reader #Choi san #choi san x reader #choi san x male reader #san x reader #Ateez x reader #ateez x male reader Ateez x m!reader #m!reader #ateez smut #ateez san #ateez x male reader #ateez x you #ateez x m!reader

[archangeldyke-all]

Ok so I already sent you an ask about this but I’ve gotten a new idea…

Vika scared of horror movies. Hopefully you saw it 🌚🌚 like I said, she swears to God she’s not actually scared, she just hates seeing shit pop out at her. But she’d be such a baby about it. Clinging to you for the rest of the night after the movies done, not staying in dark rooms by herself for more than 2 seconds, if you don’t already sleep in the same bed, she’s shoving herself beside you and when you ask about it, she doesn’t say anything and tells you to “shut up and go to sleep”

Ofc she doesn’t say anything about it, though. She’s so obviously scared but won’t say a word when you ask her 💀

PLEASE she's so fucking cUTE

men and minors dni

when you guys first start dating, like a month into your relationship, you have sevika over for a movie night.

you're so excited. you love watching horror movies, and figured if you acted scared enough, sevika would let you guys cuddle all night.

after all, she is the scariest woman in zaun. she's gonna love having her girl in her arms, scared and cowering away from the screen.

but, you're shocked to find that apparently, sevika's the one flinching and burying her face in your chest.

she's scared-- and not just pretending to be so she can feel you up either.

she's shaking in your arms, cringing each time the scary theme of the killer starts up on the screen, mumbling her squeals by biting her lip and jumping each time there's a jumpscare on screen.

she's fucking adorable.

the movie's only been on for thirty minutes-- it hasn't even gotten that scary yet, and sevika's already curled around you.

"babe--" you start

"shut the fuck up." she mumbles into your shoulder, anticipating your teasing. you giggle and press a kiss to her head.

"i was gonna say we could put on something else if you want. we don't have to watch this."

"no, it's fine. i'm not scared." you bite your lip, and the silence is damning. "i'm not!" sevika whines.

the killer pops up on screen, and sevika wails, burying her face into your neck. you laugh, reaching up to scratch at her head.

"you seem super calm." you say. she groans and pinches your side.

"fuck. off." she says again.

"i don't want you gettin' nightmares tonight baby-- we can put on a romcom y'know."

"it's fine!" she insists. "i'm a grown fucking woman-- i'm not scared of some movie." she says, still shaking with anxiety in your arms.

that night, after you guys have a handsy makeout session and finish a pizza, you kiss her goodnight and send her on her way back to her apartment.

you're laying in bed, waiting for sleep to come, grinning at the ceiling while you think about your adorable scaredy-cat girlfriend.

there's a knock on your door.

you furrow your brow, your heart rate picking up. the movie was a home invader slasher, and you'd be lying if you said the sudden visitor didn't give you flashbacks to the movie from tonight.

you approach the door, quickly glancing through the peephole, then burst out into laughter from the sight on the other side.

sevika's standing in her pj's, her hair a mess, a blanket over her shoulders, looking miserable in your apartment's hallway.

you swing the door open, smiling at her.

"nightmares?" you ask. she just groans as she walks past you and wanders toward your bedroom.

"c'mon!" she calls after you. you giggle and shut and lock the door, running after sevika and tackling her to bed, pressing kisses all over her pouting face.

"you're so fucking cute." you mumble against her as you curl around her body. she groans.

"you're so fucking annoying." she mumbles.

her actions don't match her words, though, because she curls right back around you, burying her face against your neck.

"i'll protect you from the boogeymen babe." you say. she pinches your side.

"i hate you."

despite her words, she's asleep and snoring on you in seconds.

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[weird-an]

“I hate you” Harringrove? I’m so gay.

Detention.

With Billy Hargrove.

Steve wants to scream and it's all Hargrove's fault. Because they tackled each other too hard and too often during practice. Because Billy shouted "plant your feet, Harrington" and Steve lost it for once and yelled "I'll fuck you over next time".

Did anyone ever get detention playing basketball? A week before their last game ever? Before school is over in only a few weeks? This a new low for Steve.

Worse even, it's Friday and the whole school is deserted already, so now he sits in a stuffy classroom next to Billy.

"I'll be back in an hour," Coach says, grabbing his mug of coffee that vaguely smells like liquor. "You two will come up with a list of reasons why team play is important."

Once the door closes behind him, Steve groans. "You have to be kidding me. A list?"

"I can think of a lot of reasons why team play is important, but we aren't a fucking team," Billy snaps. "I should write an essay about Harrington's Inability To Stand His Ground."

"Maybe you should add a guide on how to use every possible foul in one half time." Steve rolls his eyes.

Billy stands up and comes closer. A wild look in his eyes.

"It's not my fault that you don't plant your fucking feet."

"Bodycheckin' isn't allowed. It's basketball," Steve yells, getting up as well. "You should fucking behave."

Billy's face turns red from anger. "Don't talk to me like that."

"Like what?" Steve steps forward, pushes two fingers against Billy's chest. Of course he's wearing his shirt unbuttoned. Steve wonders why he's bothering with a shirt at all. Always showing off his stupid, admittedly nice, pecs.

"Like I'm a child."

"You're a fucking brat," Steve huffs. Billy's flush turns crimson. It makes Steve get a very dangerous idea.

"I hate you," Billy growls. "Stop talking to me like that. I should punch you in your -"

Steve manages to shut Billy up. For the first time ever. With his mouth pressed against Billy's. Shoving his tongue in his mouth and yanking his mullet.

Billy gasps and Steve uses his surprise to bite his bottom lip. Billy's breath gets ragged and Steve kisses his neck, sucks on the tender skin underneath his collarbone. Enjoys Billy shivering from his touch.

Steve bites into the soft flesh just a bit above Billy's belly button. Billy moans. His eyes are closed and he aches his neck. He looks almost peaceful like that. Steve wants to see him like that more often.

He pulls down Billy's pants. Kneads Billy's firm ass that the whole school keeps staring at. But only Steve gets to touch.

"I can take it," Billy grunts, leaning a little over the desk so that Steve can reach him better.

"Well, aren't you a team player?" Steve laughs. He spits on his fingers and pushes two into Billy's hole.

"More. Faster." Billy's voice is hoarse.

"Nope," Steve says, scissoring his fingers apart, in very slow, lazy movements. "Behave."

Billy shudders, but bites his lips. Keeps himself from moving even though his cock twitches with every push of Steve's fingers.

Steve pulls his fingers out. "You ready?"

"Of course," Billy growls.

Steve presses his cock against Billy's hole. He's big and the spit can't be enough. But he sinks in slowly, until he's completely buried inside Billy who groans and clutches the desk like his legs can't carry him anymore.

"You're fucking huge," Billy gasps.

Steve moves his hips forward, grabs Billy's thighs and thrusts hard.

Billy comes, crying out and without Steve touching his dick. Shooting come all over his abs. After one thrust. It's the hottest thing Steve has ever seen.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Has nobody ever fucked you before?"

"Not in In- Indiana," Billy slurs.

The thought makes Steve dizzy. Nobody he knows has ever touched Billy. Only Steve himself.

It's fast, it's hurried, it's messy. Steve loves every second. He pulls Billy's blond curls again and he whimpers. He fucks him harder and faster, Billy's overstimulated mewls a symphony in his ears.

Maybe it's not even Billy's tight ass, moans or toned body. Maybe it's the thought that only he fucks Billy Hargrove, that Billy Hargroves behaves, that Billy Hargrove comes within seconds, because Steve wants him to.

Steve's orgasm hits him right in the moment of realization and he pulls Billy's hair again, listening to the sweet sounds he has never thought he'd hear from Billy of all people.

"We still need to write that list," Billy says, putting his jeans back on. He buttons his shirt until a bright red bite mark is hidden underneath.

Steve reaches out for Billy's shirt and opens a few buttons again, so it's fully on display.

"I think I did my work already here."

He presses his fingers against the mark. Billy groans, a bit breathless.

"I hate you." It doesn't sound sincere.

#I'm not sure that's the team play the Coach was talking about #thanks for the prompt! #aren't we all kinda fruity? #at least in my mind we are but I'm that bi person that thought everybody was attracted to all/no matter what/if genders #but everybody is welcome here #harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fic

[bidisastersanji]

The Goth family travels to Paris, staying in their rich dad’s fancy Hausmanian apartment. Mihawk fucks off to god knows where (probs shady business) and Zoro would rather let Wado rust than stay a second longer with Perona shopping and eating pâtisseries in the Printemps. He roams around, lost, and stumbles into the Marais (gay neighborhood in Paris, literally means “Swamp”, and yes it’s far away from le printemps haha) and eventually sees the penis bakery (yes it’s real).

He enters, amused by the sesame seeds on the “balls” of the bread to mimic pubic hair, and is curious to see what else they sell. He’s browsing silently, very entertained by the phallicness of all their products, when the shop clerk clears his throat and says a passive aggressive “Bonjour” (you have to say hello when you enter stores, it’s impolite not to).

Zoro’s mouth dries when he looks up to the voice and sees a really hot blonde guy with a name tag - Sanji? staring at him from behind the counter. His eyebrow is… interesting to say the least , but what distracts him is his eyes…drowning him like a deep, blue ocean.

Zoro swallows with difficulty.

Still waiting for an answer, the blonde switches to English, gleaming from the interaction that Zoro is probably a tourist.

“Can I help you?”

Zoro had never understood why some people thought accents were cute or attractive. The French accent least of all.

But dripping from this guy’s lips? Absolutely charming.

“Uhm, what would you recommend?” Zoro’s eye gleams a bit mischievously as he surveys the penis shaped pâtisseries- and more regular looking items- around the shop, stepping closer and closer to the main display (and the man behind it).

“Well, what do you like, flavor-wise? Chocolate? Something fruity?”

Zoro holds himself back from making a stupid joke and thinks back on what Perona usually eats. “Fruity.”

The guy- Sanji- smiles and points to a penis shaped cake in front of him. “I recommend this raspberry-pistachio cake- this classic flavour pairing tends to be people’s favourite.”

Attention grabbed by the guy’s slender, graceful fingers, Zoro is once again slow to answer, and Sanji’s face tells him he’s probably not coming off as the brightest right now. His cheeks flush a bit.

“Sounds great. I’ll take one.”

“What size would you like?”

Zoro purses his lips. How has he managed to not make a single dick joke yet. He deserves a medal.

His eyes meets the clerk’s once again and the slight crease in his eyebrows and the expectant look seem to dare him to even try. He must get a thousand jokes like this a day. But Zoro’s only human.

“What size do you think is best?” Zoro’s voice drops a bit with his innuendo.

Sanji’s shoulders lightly sag, but it doesn’t stop Zoro from digging himself in deeper.

“I’m assuming the larger sizes are to share, since they’d be too filling for one person to handle?”

He hears the other man take a deep breath before he replies. “Look, man. Don’t shove this up your butt.”

Zoro buries the embarrassment flaring in his chest. “What the hell? Why would you say that, you pervert?”

“I’m the pervert? You’ve been acting weird and staring since you entered the shop! Tourists usually buy a penis baguette and leave! Why were you saying weird shit like “what size feels the best” about our cakes!?”

“That’s not at all what I said- and I was flirting with you, dumbass!”

#yes it’s real #there’s a penis bread selling bakery in the marais #zoro x sanji #zosan #zosan fic idea #sanzo fic idea #zosanzo #zosan fic #sanzo fic #this was fun to write aha #one piece zosan

[missmonsters2]

Window of The Morning

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Certain hours of the day are Wanda's favorite. 2 hours of the day are the entire culmination of everything you and her have shared.

Warning/Tags: ): closeted gay history. Exes to lovers. Unresolved trauma.

Note: Wow, I really said okay halloween is over. Time to be both happy and sad. Will I continue this? Whomst knows. Open to it but it can be read as a stand alone.

Genre: Romance & Soft Angst

Count: ~1.6k

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6AM is Wanda's favorite time of the day. Well, 6AM to 8AM.

2 hours of the 24 hours of the day were all that she really cherished. Wanda isn't a morning person at all, and she'll sleep in until at least 11:30AM if given the opportunity. So, it must be strange that her favorite hours of the day are so early. 

But there's a method to the madness of it all. The madness is you; the method is that 6AM to 8AM is the only time you're soft with her. 

Wanda has her eyes open, watching as you stir awake before lifting your head up to look at her alarm clock. You sigh before plopping your head back down, scooting your backside closer to her. Pulling her arm over you, you hum in warm contentment and fall back asleep. 

This was what she looked forward to every other day. You liked to think you randomly showed up at Wanda's apartment, but Wanda knows the pattern. 

Wanda pushes her luck, stroking the bare skin of your stomach and the edge of your arm. You let out a murmur, pushing back against more into her. 

Wanda thinks it'd be so nice if it was always like this. But she knows it won't. 

Wanda knows that at 8:01AM, you'll wake up regardless if she turns off her alarm. And once you wake up, the magic of the early morning 2 hours she has of your hidden soft nature will be gone. Settling in for the two hours, she lets her thoughts drift. 

In many ways, you were still the same person she knew in high school. You were quiet, almost somber. You were compatible in that way with Wanda because she couldn't stand people who talked just for the sake of hearing their own voice. 

But in high school, you were also witty and sarcastic, and it had always made Wanda laugh in a way she couldn't in public. Wanda has no doubt that you still were, but she just no longer had the privilege of seeing that from you. 

About an hour in, you turn around in her arms, scooting as close as possible, face buried into Wanda's naked chest. Your arms wrap around her, your warm palms against her back. 

Wanda lets her eyes flutter close; even if she chants mindlessly, she can't fall asleep. 

Right person, wrong time.

Wanda is starting to believe maybe that was what the two of you were. In school and now, it was always you, but the timing never seemed right. 

And it was never going to be right because you can't forgive Wanda.

8:01AM.

You open your eyes, catching Wanda's gaze. You linger for exactly 3.7 seconds before you untangle yourself from her. You sit up and look at the clock as if you don't already know it's 8:01AM, swinging your legs over the edge. You begin picking up your articles of clothing without saying anything, leaving Wanda to just watch you. 

"You don't have to go, you know," Wanda interjects as she sits up, letting the covers fall from her chest and onto her lap. "I can make coffee and breakfast." She catches you gazing at her nakedness for a moment, as if debating for a morning round before you disappear off, but you merely shake your head a little, turning away to find your shirt. 

"No, it's fine," you say shortly, but there's no bite to your tone. "I should get going."

Wanda sighs. "You don't always have to run off in the morning. There's no harm in staying."

"I'm not running," you say a little more curtly this time. 

"Uh-huh," Wanda hums.

"I have things to do." You frown only momentarily before your face slips into an unreadable mask.

"Okay," Wanda says. 

"I'm serious," you huff. "I have a—" You stop short, and Wanda doesn't say anything because they both know you have no obligations on Thursdays. 

"I have things to do," you settle for instead, resuming to put your shirt back on. "Besides, shouldn't this be familiar? I used to be running out of your house before anyone woke up, and you've turned down plenty of offers for breakfast at my house."

The tone is biting, and Wanda sighs. She gets out of bed, grabbing her shirt to put it on and stands before you while you pretend not to notice her. 

"Are you going to keep holding that over me?" Wanda asks. "We were teenagers. I was scared—you have no idea what my family is like."

"Whose fault is that?" You turn away, sitting so you can put your socks on. "I knew you were scared, and contrary to your belief, I do know what your family is like. You think I haven't seen your dad publicly shame that gay couple that recently moved into town our junior year and force them to move right back out?"

"Then why are you giving me such a hard time?" Wanda sighs. "You act like I broke your heart but you broke up with me, remember?"

"Because you did break my heart," you seethe, your jaw clenching and unclenching. "I wasn't asking that you come out to your parents, but some leniency between us could've gone a long way. We couldn't pretend to be friends, I couldn't say hi to you in the hallways, and I couldn't talk to any of my friends about us. Every date we had was either holed up in my room very late after my parents went to bed or 3 towns away."

"Because I couldn't risk my parents finding out!" Wanda stresses. "Did you not see what happened to Pietro when he came out? My parents were keeping a close eye on me like it was going to be another one of those twin things."

You sigh. It felt like just another of those same arguments you had with Wanda in your sophomore and junior years. There had been a moment that seemed like Wanda might've been open to coming out until Pietro did first. Watching her own twin brother be kicked out of his home and cut off had been terrifying for Wanda. After that, she wouldn't even budge an inch when it came to the two of you. 

"Wanda, I loved you," you forcefully remind yourself to say it in the past tense because you can't even allow yourself what it would mean to still love Wanda after all this time. "But I never felt so alone than when we were together. And then watching you accept our break-up so easily and for you to date Vision just three days after was one of the worst things I had ever experienced."

"Do you think it was any easier than seeing you with Yelena a week after?" Wanda frowns. 

You merely shrug as you finish putting your clothes back on. 

"I'm not the girl I was in high school anymore," Wanda says softly. "You would see that if you just spent some time with me outside our nightly activities and stopped running in the morning."

You give Wanda a soft, sad smile. The problem was that you did see Wanda was different. The fact alone that she was out and didn't care anymore about who knew was surprising. When Natasha mentioned in passing that Wanda was also out to her parents, and that things have been strained between them since. It was even more shocking. 

You couldn't really fathom how you'd ended in your current situation with Wanda. Years without her just to only bump into her at Natasha's bachelorette had suddenly brought you back to when you were 15, and it was not a comfortable feeling. 

"Yeah, you're not," you acknowledge quietly. "But I'm also not the girl I was when I was 15. I'm not the girl who will put your needs over mine. I don't know what you want, Wanda, but this is all I have to give you. If it's not enough, then let's stop." You feel something horribly crunching inside you at your own words. You can't get over your inability to hate or forgive Wanda fully. A part of you wishes you'd never attended Natasha's bachelorette. 

You watch Wanda suck in a quick breath, something flashing over her eyes before it quickly melts away into a passive mask. She's always been too good at hiding her feelings, and you suppose she's had to with the family she's had. 

There is a moment when you think Wanda is finally fed up with you, finally tired of trying to reconcile when you're nothing but uncooperative and, quite frankly—mean. You think Wanda will tell you not to come back, and it might be like high school all over again, except you expect it this time. That, somehow, it'll be a confirmation of what you've been thinking all these years: Wanda didn't love you. At least not enough. 

But Wanda merely licks her lip and says, "I'll see you tonight."

You feel like mismatched puzzle pieces, sawed and created by Wanda, therefore, unable to truly fit together. Jagged points and curves, trying to make it work, but you feel unstable, like you're one loose piece from crumbling, as you nod contritely and turn to walk out of her apartment. 

Wanda shuts the door behind you quietly, letting her forehead fall against it as she closes her eyes and lets out a puff of breath. While you're absolutely mean to her, you haven't told her that you never want to see her again. So, she knows that it'll take time. 

She looks at her kitchen clock. 

20 hours until 6AM comes again.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #avengers imagine #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #modern avengers au #Elizabeth olsen x reader #mm: my fics #wanda maximoff angst

[luna-rainbow]

Hello, hello, long rant incoming

When I reposted this on AO3, I had intentionally minimised tagging and summary because I wanted to archive it rather than attract readers. I didn’t even tag it Steve/Bucky because there just wasn’t enough mention of Bucky in it. Importantly, P*ggy was not tagged.

The user calls themselves “Rebuttal” and their only work is another essay rebutting someone else’s post on Civil War, which they had to post separately because I guess the OP blocked them. So we have a serial offender with too much time on their hands going around to directly suck the joy out of other people’s fandom experience.

They begin with this:

Although I don't particularly care for Steve's ending, this essay does not offer support for a different one.

*Inhales* Honey, can you please Google analytical essay and narrative essay before you unload your drivel on other people? This "essay" is a fic - while there's some character analysis, the emotive language should be sufficient clue that the focus is the story. It’s like reading The Fifth Elephant then writing to Sir Pratchett to argue his “essay on Discworld” is factually incorrect because it offers no support for the idea that the Earth is flat.

Steve is self-sufficient. He is not shown as requiring Bucky as foundational to his being. (…) We do know Steve was willing and expecting to go it alone after Sarah's death and that he is fully confident in his own abilities; he can "do this all day." Bucky's offer at the apartment earns a small smile, not a great overcoming.

I enjoyed how you, at multiple points in your essay, pick at certain turns of (evocative) phrasing while ignoring actual canon mentions. Explain why you deliberately omitted my mention of the canon phrase "Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky". Sure, Sarah was Steve's touchstone, but Steve's words clearly indicated that upon Sarah's death, that touchstone role shifted to Bucky.

Steve's "I can do this all day" is said a total of 4 times during all the movies. Each time he says it to a bully (one time he specifically says it to protect Bucky), and never in relation to his emotional turmoil. Also just, factually, he never references "I can do this all day" when Sarah dies can you be real for a sec.

It's mighty rich of you to say a grieving person who had JUST BURIED HIS SOLE LIVING RELATIVE that a) "he is willing to do it alone" - I can guarantee no one who has lost their sole beloved family member feels "willing" in that situation; and b) downplaying the smile that took all of Steve's energy to muster. All I can conclude is you know nothing of grief. (And since you love the word "disservice" so much - your interpretation of the scene is a fucking disservice to CEvans' acting.)

Steve's choice to go to war has nothing to do with Bucky. Steve has tried five times to enlist and stated his reasons, which have nothing to do with Bucky and everything to do with not liking bullies.

Because, you know, saying “I want to join the 107th cos I’m gay for my best friend” is going to go down real well in the 1940s military *snerks*

Can you get your head out of your ass for one minute and consider that people make decisions based on multiple factors? By acknowledging that Bucky is an important factor in Steve wanting to join the war DOES NOT MINIMISE STEVE'S MORAL COMMITMENT TO FIGHT BULLIES.

Steve is also not aghast at hearing Bucky's assignment. - Back this up.

Bucky does not believe in pre-serum Steve as much as pre-serum Steve believes in himself. - Right. *In Bucky’s tired voice* Because simply ~*♫~believing in yourself~*♫~ is going to stop you getting killed. This is a fucking war, not a back alley. Do you know the death rate for US soldiers in WW2? 1 in 40. For perspective, the death rate from coronavirus is currently sitting at 1 in 70.

Whether Bucky went to war or not, Steve wanted to go. - Again, back your ass-umptions up.

Steve was told Bucky was dead. He was going to try to rescue the rest of the 107th. Again, to suggest that Steve's courageous act is about Bucky is a disservice to Steve.

So not only do you remember fuck all about the movie where it doesn’t involve your fave, you apparently remember fuck all about the scenes where YOUR FAVE APPEARS.

P*ggy: “What do you plan to do, walk to Austria?” Steve: “If that’s what it takes.” P*ggy: “You heard the Colonel. Your friend is most likely dead.” Steve: “You don’t know that.”

NOW LOOK THOSE WORDS IN THE EYES AND TELL ME HIS RESCUE MISSION IS NOT ABOUT BUCKY.

Also, Steve wanting to rescue his best friend is a "disservice" to his character? Condolences to your friends and your character, I guess.

It is strange to ignore Steve's interactions with people other Bucky. Okay here we go, we’re finally getting to why this steaming trash heap landed in my inbox. It's Peggy who - I knew it. I fucking knew it. Of course it came from someone who likes Miss I-need-to-make-everything-about-me - appreciated pre-serum Steve at the flagpole - Oh you mean the appreciation she showed by not uttering a single word to him?

Peggy and Erskine supported pre-serum Steve's drive to do his part when Bucky did not. It seems truer to say that they more likely "kept Steve afloat" during his basic training, of which Bucky had no part.

Hold on. *walks off to cackle* *walks back, wheezing*. P*ggy kept Steve afloat? Miss-never-said-a-single-word-to-Steve-P*ggy, “supported” Steve during his basic training??

Again, I urge you to actually watch CATFA, where *checks notes* your fave has her biggest movie role. AFTER STEVE FINISHES BASIC TRAINING, the two of them sit in a car and exchange the infamous lines:

P*ggy: “You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?” Steve: “I think this is the longest conversation I’ve had with one.”

They have, by their own admission, not had a conversation before this, so which bull’s ass did you pull the “P*ggy kept Steve afloat during his basic training” shit out of?

There is nothing in the scenes to suggest he finds it a great miracle. The whole assumption of Steve's reaction seems to be a Bucky-centric projection rather than Steve-centric.

No, honey, I think you are just blinded by your Bucky hate. You looked at a scene where 2 characters (including your fave) claimed that Bucky is no longer alive, and Steve himself said, "I thought you were dead" - and Bucky was, against all odds and expectations of at least 3 different characters, found alive...and said, NAH NAH NAH NAH there's nothing here! There's nothing~here~to~suggest~it's a miracle.

Honestly I think you're the one living in a different plane of projection.

When Steve awakens in the future, his line to Fury is "I had a date." With Peggy, not Bucky.

Pfft he said “I had a date”, not "I had a date with P*ggy". So your interpretation is just as invalid.

And just, realistically, do you really think Steve is deluded enough to expect he’d wake up in time for a dance? And...do you really think Steve is desperate enough that he'd go for a woman who blasted him with live rounds for locking lips with another woman? When in your own words you said he hates bullies?

We do not know what Steve thought as he died, so saying he is content with death is not supported.

How about this -- "we do not know what Steve thought as he died, so saying he is not content with death is not supported". It’s my conjecture against yours and you’ve come onto my turf to be a presumptuous prick.

He has Peggy and Natasha. To ignore these two relationships seems to do a disservice to both characters.

Ah yes, the great relationship with P*ggy, who in 5 minutes of her screen time is characterised by: 1) mocking Steve as “dramatic” when he asks for guidance, and 2) her florid delirium in which he had to pull the emotional labour to placate her, and 3) her being grateful that she's led a great life without Steve.

If oldwoman!P*ggy was such an important relationship to Steve, he wouldn't have lamented to Natasha that "it's not easy finding someone with shared experience".

If there is any lesson Steve should learn in the modern day, it is that Steve sacrifices and Bucky leaves. Once involuntarily with the Snap, but twice voluntarily.

WHO THE FUCK HURT YOU AND MESSED UP YOUR BRAIN. I don't know how you can look at those scenes and pretend that the sole victim is Steve.

(Actually I can, because it's a common refrain from certain shit!stans who can't deal with the idea of Bucky being morally good)

Bucky sacrificed his own freedom and lived time in order to protect other people from getting hurt. And Bucky being involuntarily "Snapped" only counts as "Steve's sacrifice"?? The one who actually dies/gets Snapped isn't making a sacrifice? My gods the logic in this one is strong. (Also by referring to Bucky's death as Steve's sacrifice you have inadvertently acknowledged just how important Bucky is to him but I guess that flew over your head like the rest of this story)

It also ignores that Steve lived five years without all of those people. He had accepted the loss and changed into someone they would never truly know or understand.

Mate…

Do you hear yourself…

YOU LITERALLY WROTE THE COUNTERARGUMENT TO YOUR ENTIRE ESSAY.

Steve lived TWELVE YEARS WITHOUT YOUNG P*GGY. He had ACCEPTED THE LOSS (although, in my mind, it's really no big loss) and BOTH OF THEM HAD CHANGED INTO COMPLETELY UNRECOGNISABLE PEOPLE, not to mention they never truly knew or understood each other to begin with. So if your logic is that Steve has changed too much in 5 years to be around his old friends, why the fuck would he want to be around a woman he last saw 12 years ago and who he knew got an entire happy married life with another man. Eww.

I mean if NTR is your kink that's fine but no need to flaunt that on my turf.

The fun thing about fandom is that canon is open to different interpretations. You could read the tavern scene to say P*ggy is inviting Steve to be her right partner, just as I could point out that Steve’s pointed silence is a resounding rejection of that invitation.

But there is incorrect fandom etiquette, and that’s when you stomp into an innocuous narrative musing and start a ship war.

And I beg of you to learn another word from "disservice".

(The whole pile of horse shit for anyone needing to have their blood boiled)

#anti peggy carter #anti steggy #steve rogers #bucky barnes #yeah i'm censoring her name bcos the shitstans really got me this time #honestly i tolerated her before this because narratively she could've been interesting #BUT YOU SHITSTANS ARE REALLY HELPING ME HATE HER GOOD WORK PAT YOURSELVES ON THE BACK #anyway the whole essay was a disservice to the fandom #better yet a real disgrace to humanity #with the way this person was hellbent on minimising even the idea of friendship

[rachi-roo]

Hiyaaaa, Rachi! How are you doing? If fic requests are open, may I please request a (romantic if possible) Lee! Fyodor Ler! Dazai fic?

You know how Fyodor is all calculated and menacing? Yeah, that flies out the moment he's tickled. Let me tell you, it's canon (prove me otherwise😂) that this rat man would be the cutest lee. I'm talking cute-ass nervous/anticipation giggles, his eyes furiously trained on the hands of the ler (our whore-I mean Dazai), twitching when he hasn't even been touched yet. And even Dazai is flabbergasted when he hears the rat's tickly laugh. It's uncharacteristically sweet😂. He doesn't even tease him about it because it's so adorable.

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Bungo Stray Dogs: "Did you know rats laugh when tickled?"

Hi friendo! Im doing fabulous, thank you! Hope you're well! Oooh! Another challenging one~ Thank you very much for the ask! FyoZai is an interesting ship, one I hadn't considered before now 🤔 Kinda gay but we love that XD Tough, menacing men's being turned into jelly at just sight of wriggling fingers will ALWAYS be a favourite! I've written them as kind of frenemies with benefits XD I hope it satisfies! ❤️🩷❤️

Summary: Dazai manages to break into Fyodors temporary secret residence and has an important fact he has to share!

Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai, Ship

Tw: Mild 'suggestive' flirting/ physical contact

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Night fell over the busy city streets, Fyodor was sitting alone in an inconspicuous little motel rental apartment. It's just somewhere peaceful to stop off between his usual stabbing and hacking and whatnot.

The Russian sighed, running a hand through his ebony locks as he lay on the bed provided, wearing something a little less formal for his rest. Just some black joggers and an oversized shirt. Nice and comfy.

As he stared at the ceiling, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, starting to slip closed as his mind began to fog up with sleep.

Ssshuk-

The unmistakable sound of a sliding window being lifted startled the resting terrorist, making him sit up instantly, just in time to see a gangly leg and arm fall through the window.

"Hupsy daisy!" The lanky limbs belonged to none other than Dazai Osamu. He poked his head in with a smirk, looking directly at Fyodor with a chuckle.

"There you are~!" He chimed, pulling himself through the tiny window and dusting himself off. "Geez, I thought the information said room four. I just saw the little old lady next door completely butt nude. Not a pleasant sight." He cringed.

Fyodor was already at his mental capacity limit just by having this goon break in through the window. But he knew this was far from over.

"What do you want, Dazai?" He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He didn't bother asking how Dazai found his location. He knew the goober would probably just say 'magic' or something stupid like that.

Dazai grinned, sitting by Fyodors' side on the edge of his bed. "Awww, c'mon buddy. Do I really need a reason to visit my arch nemesis slash bestie?" He chuckled, kicking his shoes off and turning to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"Dazai," Fyodor sighed, covering his mouth as he yawned. "I'm tired, okay? Can we do this another time? Go talk to Granny next door if you're bored." He turned on his side, nuzzling his face into his pillow, hoping Dazai would just leave if he ignored him.

Obviously, that wasn't going to work at all. Being ignored only edged him on. "But I have a fun fact for you! Come ooooon!" He shook the russians arm playfully.

"Uuuugh... Will you go if I listen to your stupid fact?"

"Yes! Immediately!" Dazai nodded.

"Fine! What is it?" Fyodor kept his face half buried in his pillow before feeling Dazai suddenly grab him and flip him onto his back, straddling his waist and pinning his arms beside his head in one swift movement.

"Aaaalright!" The brunette beamed. "Did you know rats laugh when tickled?"

The floor fell from beneath Fyodor. He felt his stomach drop and then fill with butterflies. His heart rate suddenly shot up as his cheeks flushed with a pink glow.

"I did not know... That rats could do that. No." He felt so very silly at just how immediate his reaction was to a simple word. One damn word!

"You didn't know that? Whaaaat? That's craaaazy!" Dazai dragged out sarcastically, knowing he had Fyodor right where he wanted him.

"No, so, is that all? Or is th-ehee! No! No, stop that." Fyodors' demonic reputation was stripped from him. All Dazai had to do was raise his hands and flex those fiendish fingers, and Fyodor melted like cotton candy in a stream.

Dazai smirked, cruelly edging his teasing fingers closer to Fyodors torso, not giving any indication as to where he would actually strike.

"What's the matter, Fyodor? It's not like you're a rat or anything. Unless, maybe you are? Maybe you're a silly, giggly, ticklish little rat~!" God, his teasing was relentless!

Fyodor tried biting back his anxious giggling as he fought with Dazais hands. Swatting and grabbing at any advances the detective made.

"Stohohp! Dazai! This isn't fuhunnyyy!" He managed to grip both of Dazais wrists, grinning giddily up at his attacker as he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh, but it is funny! It's so, so funny to see you wriggling like a widdle wat!" Dazai smirked, letting Fyodor hold his wrists for a moment as he leaned down, softly placing a few butterfly kisses on his 'friend's' neck, making his shoulders bunch.

"Hehe! N-Noho! Dazai! G-Get ohoff!" He blushed profusely, his feet kicking against the mattress. In the split second that he was distracted, Dazai snuck his hands down, digging into Flydors' sides, kneading into them with his nimble fingers.

"Gotcha, ratty!"

"NYAHAHA! Shit! Shiiit! Naaahaha!"

Dazai put his full weight on Fyodor, keeping him trapped as he gripped his hips, drilling his thumbs into the protruding bone.

"Oh, what a skinny rat you are~"

"Wait! Dazai not thEHEHAHAHAAAAA!"

Fyodor wheezed as he tried to curl up, his hips bucking slightly against Dazais. The suicidal numpty chuckled, making silly false moaning sounds.

"Ah~ Fyodor~ Harder~!"

"GET OFFA MEHEHE! Y-You peheherv!" Fyodor pushed on Dazais cheeks, trying to wriggle himself free.

"You crehehEHEHEEP! AH! Ya ub'yu tebyahaha, ublyudok! UMEREHEHET!"

"Uuuh, no tengo espanol?"

"Screhehew you!"

"Ah~! How forward of you my dear~!"

"DAZAI!" Fyodor grabbed Dazais' hands, pulling them away from his hips only to have his own hands suddenly pinned over his head with one of Dazais.

"Got you nooow~" Dazai grinned evily, wriggling his finger close to Fyodors exposed armpits, enjoying the power he weilded as he watched his helpless buddy writhe and flinch beneath him.

"Stohop teasing! You neheheee! No!"

Dazai gasped, seeing Fyodors shirt had ridden up. "Ohoho! What do we have here~?" He cooed, slowly starting to drag his fingers back and forth over his exposed tummy, biting his lip as he watched Fyodors skin tremble.

"A-Aha! Gh-! Stoahahap! Hah-!"

"Coochie, coochie, cooo little rat~" He dipped his finger into his belly button, earning a satisfying squeal. "Hehe, what a squeaky little rat you are! Eek, eek!"

"I swehear I-Ihihi'm gonna kill you!"

"You what?"

"I'll kIHIHIIIIIYAHAHA!" The Russians body arched as Dazai suddenly switched his tactics, clawing at Fyodors underarm.

"Didn't quite catch that, buddy." Dazai taunted, smiling down at Fyodors' exasperated expression. His eyes scrunched shut, his tear stained cheeks a warm pink hue and his bright unyielding smile filling the room with his loud, relentless laughter. It brought out the sadist in Dazai, seeing his loved one like this.

"I could go all night with you like this~ It's quite a nice view. Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

"Plehehease! No! Noho! Mehercy! AHAHAHAAAAA!"

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Finally, Dazai was satisfied. He hopped off his partner, stretching his arms as if nothing had happened, slipping his shoes on casually as he listened to Fyodors heavy breathing.

"Did I go too hard?" He asked, turning to look as Fyodor curled in on himself, hiding his face in his pillow as he hugged it to his chest.

"Haha, awww, lil' rat is all tired. Darn, look at the mess you've made." He chuckled, gesturing to the bed sheets that had been pulled loose due to all Fyodors thrashing.

He smiled, gently tucking the bed sheets back under the mattress, so they were nice and neat. "Are you really ignoring me now?... Fyodooor?" Dazai chimed, swiping a finger across Fyodors bare foot, immediately getting smacked across the face with a pillow.

"DAMN IT DAZAI!"

"What!? I thought we were having a moment!"

"OUT! Get out!" Fyodor growled, his face beat red, steam pouring from his ears like he was ready to burst.

"But Fyodooor!"

"NO! Y-You're the worst!"

"Okay, okay." Dazai leaned in suddenly, placing a soft kiss on his partner's forehead, making Fyodor need a reboot. "I'll catch you later, ratty~" Dazai smirked, already halfway out the window again when Fyodor tossed his pillow at him.

"OUT!"

"Love you too!"

Fyodor sighed, flopping back down onto his bed with a huff.

"Yeah..."

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#BSD #Bungo stray dogs #fyodor x dazai #Lee!Fyodor #Ler!Dazai #bsd tickle #Bungo stray dogs tickle #sfw tickles #slight spice? #dazai osamu #fyodor dostoevsky

[lmkwritings]

GASP, ASK'S! Hello lovely writer! it is I, an fellow notefication on reader! SO can i get some Like Mk headcanons? and some redson with an bunny demon s/o? (Asking bc i love just imagening hugging someone witha fluffy as hell boobs as the gay af person i am) gender can be ither fem or gender nutrol Sorry for my bad gramer and spelling- first laungueg is swedish and english is my 5th laungeg so so sorry for gramer mistakes

Lots of love from the friendly snake!

some quick grammar tips for you before we dive in;

“with a bunny”

“i love just imagining”

“can be either fem or gender neutral”

“Language”, but otherwise, i probably wouldn’t have noticed you weren’t a fluent speaker if you hadn’t pointed it out!

MK has Inattentive ADHD, like me!

this form of ADHD makes it Hard to stay on track and keep a steady schedule, often needing it to be either; a) consistent or b) predictable.

MK has a Lot of fun learning new things, and is often found with his face buried in a book (usually titled “{this thing} for dummies!”)

when idle/not doing anything, he start spinning the staff around his hand/fingers like a pen

the bandana was a gift from pigsy’s ma! (his grammy)

he has, can, and will, rearrange his entire apartment to find something he lost

hates sitting still- the only time he’s found it easy to do so is in the Tuk-Tuk

he is “heavy footed” meaning that when he drives, he is almost always pressing down on the gas, consciously or not!

MK is a “Maladaptive Daydreamer”, and one of his biggest triggers for it is Music, a few of the smaller ones are Repetitive Movement (ex; swaying boats, rocking, moving cars), bright flashing colors (Mei often has to snap him out of it when he falls under in the club), and sitting still for too long!

MK has “fallen under” (Ex; Disassociated, Daydreamed, panic/anxiety attack) in multiple places-

once, in the zero-gravity club when a bright light beam flashed him in the eyes, and he “woke up” to Pigsy sitting on his bed rubbing circles into his back, Tang reading to him, and Mei quietly tapping away on her phone with a weighted blanket and comfort/attack clothing on.

again, on Sandy’s boat when he sat still long enough for his “Lizard Brain” to recognize that the boat was rocking, and “Waking up” again, with cats draped over him, Sandy quietly chatting idly while sipping on tea, and himself covered by a weighted blanket and holding a (warmish) cup of tea.

when MK daydreams, his head’ll twitch and jerk, hands twitching and/or clenching. sometimes he’ll start pacing and he’ll sway, lean a bit too far or turn around really fast and slip/trip over himself. he’ll make facial expressions and get emotional with the scenarios and worlds unfolding in his head.

((he’s woken up a few times to a demon with mind reading abilities wailing out “no wait it was just getting good!”))

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Red Son was- Unsurprisingly -rich.

and rich people? the wealthy?

really have a thing for “very feminine, looks dainty, could probably be royalty, can absolutely kick your ass into next week”

Red Son’s head lifted, raising an eyebrow at you, he stares questioningly, to which your tail flicks a bit, and you knock some of his pillows askew as you burrow into his sheets.

a soft call of your name, and a chair screeeeching over marble floors, and then a warm hand settled on your back, the sheets over your large rabbit like ears drawing back, allowing you to look up at him through your bangs.

he smiled softly down at you, head tilting as his horns glinted in the low lighting- those fuzzy bull ears of his enticing you onto your knees, fingers immediately running over and petting, caressing his ears. with a low chuff chuff chuff, Red Son melts into your touch, sighing softly as he slides up and onto the bed, and then your lap.

straddling you briefly, he settles down on the mattress in between your (verrrry fluffy) legs, hands settling on your thighs, fingers slowly gliding through your fur; just like your fingers gently squeezed and caressed and massaged his ears.

he smiled in a quiet kind of bliss when he heard the soft little “click tik click tiktiktik”of your teeth clicking together.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk drabbles #lmk mk #lmk red son x reader #lmk red son #lego monkie kid mk #bunnies ‘purr’ by rapidly clicking their teeth together #also #i’m heavily projecting on MK #that was #i think i disassociated during that actually

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

AITA (M, 20) for not supporting my best friend and roommate's (M, 21) new relationship?

-> Day 3: Fake Dating. I know that robin is a lesbian okay

I and my best friend have known each other since forever. Our relationship had a bit of a rocky start (he used to bully me, then he started dating this girl (20, F), then I punched him in the face, me and his girlfriend started getting closer and we ended up kinda cheating while on a roadtrip together (though their relationship was already falling apart anyway), she broke up with him and we got together, the three of us spent lots of time together because we had no one else, and a whole bunch of more stuff. But we worked through it.)

We both were raised in a small conservative town - which, as two bi people, was not exactly fun. He didn't even know that you could like more than one gender, and I denied this part of myself for the longest time due to being in a m/f relationship.

My (or I guess our?) ex is super smart and got into a great university far away. The plan had been for me to go with her, but I was rejected and also didn't want to live so far away from my siblings (M, 16 & F, 15). So me, my best friend, and his other best friend (F, 19) moved in together to go to another uni. Well my best friend started dating his other best friend. Like, they already used to be extremely close, but now they are touching ALL THE TIME. And she keeps whispering stuff into his ear. And they only have eyes for each other. And are all giggly the whole time. And I feel...bad. I really though I was over the internalized biphobia. Just because he is in a m/f relationship doesn't mean he is any less queer or betraying me or anything. And now I feel doubly bad because even though I know that, it doesn't stop me from feeling this way. It is just a really fucking bad situation overall. Can anyone please help me?

nosyb!tch

Can you please elaborate on the whole ex-girlfriend thing?? Wtf??!?!

photojraphy

I don't think that that particular aspect is needed to better understand my current situation. Although I must commend you for your rather accurate username.

ifyoureadthisyouareGAY

Hey. Not to be that guy. But like....did you ever consider that maybe there is another reason why you may be upset about your bf being in a relationship?

photojraphy

No.

thebestlesbean

omg u/greathairington u/greathairington u/greathairington I TOLD YOU IT WOULD FUCKING WORK GAY FANFICTION HAS NEVER LET ME DOWN

greathairington

what the fuck jon robin is literally a lesbian?!?!?!

photojraphy

what.

UPDATE: My best friend (now boyfriend!!) (M, 21) and HIS best friend (F, 19) were faking a relatonship. As it turns out, he had been into me the whole time and was by now desperate enough to agree when she had the grandiose idea to pretend to be together in order to make me jealous. This is the reason I never caught them kissing: she is a lesbian. I can't believe I didn't know that. I can't believe it actually worked. I can't believe that me punching him in the face was his bi awakening. At least this whole thing had a happy ending. I will now bury myself into a hole.

thebestlesbean

Don't let that mf fool you they are literally so disgusting rn

photojraphy

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@stonathanweek

Uff.....

#i know it in my soul that jonathan always ends his sentences with a . and you never know if he is being passive agressive #i have to admit i considered skipping this one because im not really a fan of this trope #but i am reasonably happy with what i came up with ^^ #i hope the formatting is readable #also dont @ me i never actually used reddit #stonathan #steve harrington #robin buckley #jonathan byers #stranger things drabble #stonathanweek2023 #jon is the bi version of the gay dude that forgot straight ppl exist #you only like ONE gender??!!! but like.....LOOK AT HIM! AND AT HER!!

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there, hope you are doing well!

I was wondering if you knew of any fics, preferably explicit but not necessarily, that feature Crowley in drag? I’ve found a lot of she/her or otherwise fem!Crowley fics, but very few that broach the subject of cross-dressing/drag as a male-identifying entity.

Apologies for the weirdly specific request. Thank you so much for all y’all do by the way, this blog is an absolute gem!

Hello. I can't find loads, unfortunately. But here are a couple with Crowley in drag and a couple with Aziraphale in drag...

from tonight, I know that you're the only one by wowgaypeople (T)

Aziraphale, new to SoHo, goes to the wrong door of a gay club. Crowley is on the other side of that door. Antics ensue.

The Stylings of Madam Glena by altsernative (T)

It's 1977, eight years after Aziraphale said "You got too fast for me," and Crowley hasn't seen him since. In Aziraphale's absence, Crowley helps set up the Sundown Club, a gay bar in Soho. He tells himself--and downstairs--that it's building a space for "workers of inequity," although he finds comfort in the community. He's settled into a quiet routine of drinking at the bar every week until a beautiful drag queen captures his attention. Crowley feels unexpected things. It's weird. And where is Aziraphale?

Angel, Please by GhostOfCallisto (M)

Crowley and Aziraphale are both regular old humans who met under human circumstances. Crowley is a part of a struggling band called Hellish Rebuke with the demon crew, Aziraphale is a former drag queen named Angel Fell attempting to be a professional dancer. Maggie and Nina are best friends with Crowley and big fans of his band.

Love in a Family Dose by Fledglinger, thewalrus_said (G)

Crowley thumped his head against the door and thought a quick, sarcastic prayer at a God who had never, not once, had his back. “Aziraphale,” he said, trying for patience. “Open this door.” “Go away!” his husband shrieked. “You can’t see me like this!” “I’ve seen you every way imaginable,” Crowley said, trying the knob again. “Whatever state you’re in can’t be much worse. Newt! Get this door open!” “Sorry, Miss Azi,” he heard their housekeeper mumble, and then something heavy was moved away from the door and it swung open to reveal Newt, pale face flushed and pale hair disheveled. Crowley pushed past him into the room as Aziraphale shrieked again and disappeared behind his dressing screen.

Dust Shalt Thou Eat by ARealPip, Nix Laurel (E)

After the world doesn't end, Crowley and Aziraphale get a room at the Ritz and start working out what it means for them to be together. They can swap bodies and touch each other's souls, but their bodies interact with the world very differently from each other. Crowley's body is cursed by God, and he can't taste food. And Aziraphale, like all angels, doesn't experience sexual arousal. Now that they are together, they can expand each other's horizons. But relationships, even magical ones, are delicate and complicated, and being able to hear your partner's thoughts doesn't mean that you will agree on everything. Two magical lovers find ways to heal each other, to escape their past, and to protect Earth from all those bastards in Heaven and Hell.

Saving Eden by Aspiring_Eccentric (E)

Crowley had left Eden fully expecting death in one form or another. But what if he didn’t have to die? What would happen if he made it out of this? Trials and paperwork and news articles. His life would be ripped apart and exposed, ugly and raw to the world. But maybe it needed to happen if he wanted any chance at building a future. He’d tried running before, first burying what he was, and then who. And each time it had only led to worse things, to this. This fucking, suffocating mess that left him at the mercy of a merciless man.... Both Anthony Crowley and Ezra Fell feel stuck. Their lives have fallen into patterns they feel they have little control over, Crowley’s is controlled by a manipulative boss, and Ezra’s by his passive acceptance that he should be grateful for what he has. When the two lives cross, there are instant sparks. But will Crowley’s secrecy about his past, and his current situation, push Ezra away? A meet-cute that changed into a midlife crisis. A midlife crisis that changed into a lifelong devotion. Sometimes, persisting to exist is its own act of revolution.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #drag queens #drag queen crowley #drag queen aziraphale #human au #mod d

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

hi ! I love your writing and i was wondering if you could make a robin x byers? And they got caught by Joyce and shes all nice about it and will feels more comfortable to come out too or something like that idk, i need some comfort rn

Ofc! I love writing Robin, (the best lesbian in all of Hawkins)

Robin Buckley x Byers!Reader

'I can explain!'

How long would your family believe you and Robin were 'best friends'? Best friends don't look at each other like you two. And best friends definitely don't make out.

"I love you," you smile as Robin whispers those words into your ear. You had told your mom that you were having Robin over for the night, as she was your best friend, and practically lived with your family.

"I love you more," you whisker back and she smiles before pressing another kiss to your forehead. Robin loved forehead kisses, getting them and giving them.

"What if we get caught?" Robin asks. You can tell she is anxious by the way her hand is strangling yours. And you swear you can feel her pulse going a million miles a hour.

"Jonathan and Will knock, and my mom will since you're over," you mention. Robin smiles and pushes you back again.

You're lying flat on your back as she presses kisses to your face. Robin loved you, and kissing you. She ends the kisses with a sloppy one on your lips.

You capture her tongue as she wraps her arms around your neck-

"Yn?" A voice asks and you and Robin jump apart. Your mom was standing in the doorway with a small smile.

"I can explain," you blurt. "you see, Robin had some, uh she wanted to know if I was a better kisser then this guy she went on a date with," you blurted out the first shitty excuse you could think of.

"Sit down," Joyce says and you both sit on the edge of the bed, she stands in front of your two speaking, "Honey, I will love you either way. And if you both don't want to tell anyone else, that is completely fine. But I expect you both to behave yourselves during these sleepovers," your mom says and you know what she means. As if you two had sex with everyone in the house.

"Ew, ew ew, deal," Robin blurts before burying her face in your pillow. Joyce laughs and walks out, shutting the door. She trusted you a lot, and robin.

"Maybe I should put 'Im Gay Bitches' on a cake?" You asks and Robin laughs, "No, I have a better idea. I could tell Jonathan his girlfriend is hot," you joke and Robin laughs.

"She kinda is,"

"She's better then Tammy," with those words Robin groans.

"We agreed to never speak of that again. Ever," Robin says and points a very accusing finger at you. You laugh before smoking and making a lip locking notion with your finger, before handing Robin the key.

"I can tell them at dinner," you suggest and Robin nods. If you came out, so did she, "You're okay with that?"

"Yeah, but you don't have to if you aren't ready," Robin replies. Of course she would be supportive. If you wanted to shout it out for all of the town, she would be right by your side.

After a few more hours, Joyce tells for dinner. You sign and walk out with Robin. This was going to be scary as hell.

Everybody is making plates as you both sit down and get yours. It looked like some type of casserole, and there was cheese on top.

"How's Nancy?" You ask to get some form of small talk going. Robin discreetly grabbed your hand under the table as a form of comfort. And God did you need it.

"She's good," Jonathan replies. You sigh, this was not going to be easy.

"That's good, but yeah. Why do you like her?" You ask and Jonathan looks confused.

"What? I mean she's really perfect, pretty, smart, she's always been super caring, and you guys get along. Why?" Jonathan asks.

"I actually found someone a lot like that, but better," you say with a smile and Jonathan and will look at each other, shocked.

"Who is it?" Will instantly asks. The only person you really hung out with was Robin, and Steve? Were you dating his babysitter?

"Robin," you reply with a small smile and Robin gives an awkward wink at Jonathan.

"You're gay?" Will asks. It seems more like a comfort then a question. He was slightly glad you were.

"Yep, I guess nobody but mom likes guys," you say an Robin nods.

"I actually like one," will says. He smiles, and blushes.

"It's Mike! I know it is," Robin half yells and you all laugh. Of course he did. Will looked at Mike like you looked at Robin.

"I love you guys no matter what," your mom says and Jonathan is still slightly confused. He doesn't say anything though.

Your family was perfect, no matter what.

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