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heliads · 2 years
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I’d like to request a Butchy x female reader one-shot. The reader is a biker and is dating Butchy. She has straight hair like Elena in season 1 of The Vampire Diaries and is dressed like Sandy in the “tell me about it, stud” scene from the movie Grease (black leather jacket, black shirt, black leather pants) but wears red boots instead of red sandals. In the musical number Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’, she sings the line “Two wheels and an open road. Wrapped in leather. Ready to go!”
have you ever wanted teen beach movie to be wandavision a horror movie? here you go :))
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Do you know what it is like to live inside a dream? One would not even know it was a fantasy if it was not called to their attention. The best part of a dream is that it feels so real you could die without ever knowing the truth. This is how it feels to live inside your story, but also why realizing that after all this time it was nothing but fiction was the rudest awakening you have ever been forced to witness.
You were never supposed to find out the truth. You’re certain of it now, days or perhaps years later when you look the same despite playing through the story an untold number of times. There are a thousand different showings before a thousand different audiences, all starting within minutes or hours of each other. It should be enough to keep your mind occupied long enough to forget every detail of how you are nothing but a character. It is not.
It has been all this time, however. At first, you’re not entirely sure what woke you from the story. It becomes apparent soon enough, but for the first time in what may be your entire life, or every one of your lives, you do not know the answer before the story ends. Perhaps it’s that feeling of uncertainty that makes you realize how little you know. The musical number outside your window has two extra dancers. Your boyfriend is not singing alone when he begins to mark the restaurant as his own. He always has been before.
You don’t have time to worry about that until after the song ends, though. Butchy is the leader of the bikers, he will always sing and you, as his girl, will always sing with him. You have never missed a step. He has never missed you.
What you miss is when the blond boy came into town. Staring at him is like looking out a window and belatedly realizing that the entire scene before you is clouded with rain. You do not know when the storm began, only that it is already over, and you have missed the entire thing. Something is wrong here, you think, and this boy may be the key to all of it.
Butchy does not miss your glance. He is only free to act on it, however, when the song ends, and he rushes to your side as soon as the plot allows. He takes your hand instinctively, for it has never belonged to anyone except him, not even for a mother or a father that your story didn’t make time to name.
“What’s with the new guy?” Butchy asks, eyes narrowed. He was written to be easily jealous a long time ago. He has never disappointed in his role.
You laugh, although you’re not sure that what he said was funny. “Who knows? Not sure I mind him being here, though. I’d love a fresh face.”
For the first time, you hear the sound of your own voice, truly hear it. Your words are shaped one way in your head, yet come out a different way, twanged into some sort of strong accent as if each sound were a guitar string plucked to perfection. You don’t know that you’ve ever heard an accent like that outside of your town, or specifically, outside of the bikers. It makes you feel like a caricature, some off shade of what could have been a perfectly normal character.
Butchy’s hand squeezes yours, making you focus again. You’re not sure if he’s dragging you back to reality or farther from it. “Everything alright, sweetheart?”
You nod quickly. “Perfectly perfect. Never been better.”
He smiles, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You sure? My momma always said that I was a great listener, and I’d love to hear ya talk if you need it.”
You tilt your head at him. “Who is your momma? What’s her name, Butchy? I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her before.”
Butchy’s smile falters. “What are you talking about?”
“When have any of us seen our parents outside of photographs?” You ask, voice trembling slightly. “Can you see her face in your mind? I can’t remember the color of my own mother’s hair.” 
That sort of detail was never in the story, and Butchy knows it. “Why would you ask that, Y/N?” He asks, keeping his voice careful. “Why are you asking it now?”
You tug at his hand. “Can we continue this conversation outside? Something about this place is messing with my head.”
It’s hard to focus inside Big Momma’s. You can sense that a song is about to start, but for the first time, you find that you can fight it, slip in between the chords and find a hiding place from the lyrics. Butchy follows you without question. He always has, even when not contained by the story.
Outside, the sky seems fractured, as if seen through broken glasses. One moment, you’re certain that it’s just as you left it when you went inside Big Momma’s for the bikers’ big song, around midday with the sunlight streaming down your shoulders. Then you squint and it’s dark again, getting ready for the next song. You’re caught in between moments, you realize, the break between chapters. You don’t know how long this will last, but you’ve never seen something like this before. Perhaps you were right, something truly has happened to wake you up.
Butchy seems to have realized it too. “What’s up with the town?” He asks, looking around him. There’s a surfer down the block who seems to have trouble putting his board up to dry. The boy raises it above his head to stack it on a picnic table only to drop it back to his side a moment later.
You feel your shoulders start to tense up. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.”
Your accent is slipping, the words less like a script and more like you.
Bucky finds time to smile in the midst of the madness. “Your voice sounds different. I like it.”
You smile back at him, and even if the action wasn’t written for you, it still feels right. “I like you, Butchy.”
He chuckles. “I should hope so, we’se been together for a long time.”
His voice drops as he mentions how long you two have been seeing each other. Butchy feels this too, you realize, the way that nothing has been real all this time.
You glance back towards the doors of Big Momma’s. “It’s those two new kids, isn’t it? The boy and the girl. They’re messing up our story.”
Butchy nods. “Think we can do anything about it?”
You shiver. “I don’t know that I want to. I haven’t said something for myself in a long time.” Perhaps never. You don’t know if you would remember a time before the story started holding your tongue.
Butchy pulls you close, and you can feel his heart hammering through his chest. “I don’t know how long this is going to last, but just in case they start changing things again, I want you to know something.”
You look at him, your foreheads pressed together. “What?”
Butchy opens his mouth to speak, but all of a sudden he’s gone. You stare at empty sand, his footprints already blowing away in the breeze. The story must be fighting to keep itself alive after all, forcing the town back on track. You’re supposed to be with your girls, he with his guys. You won’t see each other until the night falls for real and the dance begins.
When you open your eyes, Butchy’s little sister Lela is beaming at you. The only sign that she feels this too, this sudden disorder, is the single tear that falls from her eye before she turns to the new girl and starts to sing. After that, the music envelops her so deeply that Lela doesn’t have time to feel a thing. None of you do.
It is different, though, even with the story trying to reclaim all of you. There are slight missteps, moments in which the new girl, Mack, tries to tell you and your friends that boys don’t always have to be in charge. In those moments, you can feel the force of the story beating on your back, caving in your chest until you sing back that you know what boys like. It’s a song you’ve been singing for quite a while. You know all the words by heart.
It is worse after the dance. You do not realize why at first, until you start to remember more of the previous iterations of the story and compare all that went wrong. Lela should have been with a surfer, you think, but not the new surfer either. The story is changing. It does not like that, but it has no other choice. That, or to fold the newcomers into the story, and they like that even less.
You cannot escape the feeling now that something is wrong. It presses in on you like grease under your fingernails, begging to be named. Butchy does not leave your side. You are afraid that he will go and the story will take him so far away that he may never return.
In the end, it’s sort of fun to run along as the story fractures. You can sense it trying to heal itself, and you have no doubt that by carrying out the usual plot will allow the story to heal, but the road to get there is far longer and more treacherous than it has ever been before. That, and your map no longer seems to exist.
At last, though, Brady and Mack manage to find their way back through the water to their other world. You stand with Butchy just before it all falls apart. You have no doubt that the second Brady and Mack disappear back to their world, yours will revert back to normal, but for now you still have your free will. You’ve grown to like it, you realize. You don’t know if you’ll remember that when the story comes for you again.
You can feel the air start to pick up around you, the words rejoining into sentences that reorder the universe. As Brady and Mack draw further away, the story reknits itself, fragment by fragment. Soon, you won’t have much time left until it all begins again.
Butchy reaches for you as the last of your freedom falls apart. “This was fun,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re truly hearing the words or just feeling the vibration of his voice carry to you across the tumultuous sky. The wind is picking up, tearing disorderly plotlines apart and sticking them back into their proper places.
You smile back at him anyway. “It was,” you agree, “All I ever needed was you. This proved it.”
Butchy grins. You feel like you can see him clearly for the first time in a very long time, perhaps since the story first allowed you to meet during the first telling of your tale. His eyes are sharper than you remember, his smile broader. You can see him without edits, without changes. No decades have dulled his shine. You love him ceaselessly.
Some part of you is terrified that you will never be able to look at him the same way. The story has always forced a biker’s rose tinted shades over your eyes, but even the raw, harsh truth still paints Butchy in the loveliest colors to you. You can say it now, even after the next song begins. You love him. There is no plot compelling you to stay by him, but you hold on tight to his hand anyway.
Butchy must feel the same way, because even without his cues and stage directions, he’s only ever looking at you. This is love, you decide, that even after a thousand lifetimes of being forced together over and over again, he would still spend his last free moments by your side.
He shouts something to you, before it is all torn away. It is difficult to hear him through the whipping of the wind, the flipping of the pages back to the very start.
“I love you. Story or no story. I always will.”
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requested by @thornyrose463, hope you enjoy! no i cannot explain this either <3
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harbingersecho · 3 months
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six fanarts thing - ty to everyone who gave me the chs!!
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martyrbat · 1 month
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mental breakdown update: i moved all my furniture, hated it, moved it all back, then changed my mind again. craving to use a screwdriver worst than ever....
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termagax · 4 months
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imagines dont do it for me because they always go into too much detail on the reaction and its like hey. you dont know my guy okay. he wouldnt say it like that.
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toxtricity-v · 4 months
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I get it if you didn’t want to hear “applejack” as a response to “name a butch lesbian character” but like. she is a butch lesbian. idk what to tell ya. yes she’s also a pony. idgaf.
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trishlovelace · 2 years
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Imagine Dragons - They Don’t Know You Like I Do
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heliads · 2 years
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Butchy Masterlist
The Story Knows - Based on this request: "Butchy x female reader one-shot. The reader is a biker and is dating Butchy." Also I added wandavision vibes for no good reason. Imagine
Best Friend’s Brother - Based on this request: “butchy x reader? maybe the reader is also a biker and visiting her friend lela and butchy tries to flirt with her but shes not having it until he eventually wears her down?” Imagine
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ghoulsister1 · 8 months
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Would you consider a ( platonic or otherwise) Kuro x siren disguised as a Mermaid one shot? I can imagine fairly youung one try to pull Kuro's trick on him, him seeing through it but also potential. Especially if they could trick marines away or cast illusions thinking it's just a cargo ship or something.
💗My first Anonymous request!💗
I'll be happy to write a Kuro x Siren Reader! I've dabbled a bit in this Mermaid AU and Siren AU in my drafts. I'm curious by the request of a Siren disguised as a Mermaid so I'll do my best. In Greek Mythology, Sirens were depicted as half bird and half woman that sat upon rocks to sing and lure sailors to their deaths, so I'm going with that assumption. But if you meant Siren as a Sea Siren, I apologise. Alright my dear, you've got your story! Enjoy!
Catfish Of The Sea🧜🏼‍♀️
Captain Kuro x Siren!Reader. AU: Mermaids & Sirens. Platonic Relationship. Female Reader. Reader is a Siren with the power of illusion and uses it to disguise herself. A partnership is formed.
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Captain Kuro and his Black Cat Pirates fish up a rare find, a mermaid! But Kuro isn't a fool, for you are no ordinary mermaid. You are a Siren, with a very special power.
The sea was calm and all was eerily quiet throughout, a thick fog hung around the area as the dreaded ship of the Black Cat Pirates, the Bezan Black sails through the cloud of fog making the sight of the ship even more ominous to all who looked upon it.
The ship came to a stop as the anchor was lowered, Butchi and Sham hastened to the side of the ship, getting a smaller boat ready to fish.
"Be quick about it!" Ordered First Mate Jango, shivering a bit as he looked about at the fog surrounding them.
"I don't like this fog" Muttered Jango quietly.
"At least this fog acts as the perfect cover, keeping us hidden from the eyes of the Marines" Remarked Captain Kuro, shooting Jango a cold glare.
"I understand Captain but...." Began Jango but Captain Kuro held up his hand, stopping him.
"Enough. Butchi! Sham! Get fishing, now!" Ordered Captain Kuro and the two Black Cat Pirates jumped into the small boat and the boat was lowered into the water below. Once in the water, the two Black Cat Pirates rowed their fishing boat out into the fog to find a good spot to fish as Jango looked on. Soon, they could no longer be seen as the fog engulfed them.
The rest of the Black Cat Pirates awaited their return but as the hours passed by, Jango started to worry. Captain Kuro grew frustrated.
"What is taking them so long? They should be back by now!" Growled Captain Kuro, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Oi Captain! There they are! They are coming this way!" Cried one of the crewmates and from the fog rowed the small fishing boat, Butchi and Sham in it unharmed with what looked a big haul in their fishing net.
The boat with crew and haul was brought back up to the ship. The fishing net was big and really heavy. Captain Kuro smirked, impressed.
"Well done you two. Caught quite a feast for the crew. This should keep us going until we land at the next port" Remarked Captain Kuro walking towards the fishing net.
"It wasn't just fish we caught!" Piped Sham excitedly. Jango raised an eyebrow at that statement.
"What do you mean? You found treasure?" Asked Jango curiously as Butchi and Sham proudly smirked as Butchi unsheated his knife.
"Even better!" Cried Butchi as he cut the net, spilling forth fish, seaweed and.....a person??
There amongst the fish and seaweed was a woman, well it was part woman except instead of legs she had a long, shimmering fish tail with pearlescent scales. The woman, you, turned to the crew as some drew back in shock while others were clamouring to get a closer look.
"A mermaid? How is this better than treasure?!" Shouted Jango angrily. You narrowed your eyes angrily at the First Mate.
"Obviously it's better than treasure! It's a real mermaid!" Reasoned Sham.
"Yeah, we caught a real mermaid! We have our very own mermaid!" Cheered Butchi. You huffed at the words of Butchi, you were nobody's mermaid.
Captain Kuro stepped closer and gazed at you. You looked at him, fluttering your eyelashes and smiling sweetly, flickering your tail a little.
Captain Kuro smirked at you and scoffed, making you frown at him. Why was he scoffing at you? Weren't a fair and beautiful looking mermaid? His crewmates seem to think so.
"That is no mermaid" Remarked Captain Kuro, smirking at you. Your heart dropped at that and looked at him in shock.
"How did he know?!" You Thought, surprised the Captain seemed to see right through your disguise.
"What? But it's a mermaid! Look at her tail!" Cried Sham, shocked at Captain Kuro's remark and little offended.
"She may look like a mermaid to you, but she is not one truly. She is a Siren, in disguise of a mermaid" Declared Captain Kuro confident in himself. The crew looked at their Captain and then to you.
You smirked and lifted the glamour effect off you, revealing your true form. Feathers replaced scales and talons replaced fins. In the end you were revealed to be a beautiful, feathered Siren. The Black Cat Pirates drew back, some had swords already out and ready.
"You saw through my disguise. No one has ever seen through my disguises before. You're something else my dear Captain" You Remarked, impressed by Captain Kuro.
Captain Kuro smirked at you, looking you up and down.
"That's an impressive power you got there" Remarked Captain Kuro.
"My power is illusion. I make people see things they want to see.....or not" You Added the last part with a hint of malice in your voice.
"Really? That's a handy power to have in your arsenal, apart from your singing of course" Smirked Captain Kuro. You chuckled lowly.
"Why of course Captain, my singing can lure even Marines who have strong willpower, crashing into the rocks. They cannot resist my voice. And should they need some encouragement, my mermaid disguise has won me many sailors, fishermen, Marines.........and pirates alike" You Replied.
The Black Cat Pirates shivered but Captain Kuro was more intrigued with the Siren and her power.
"Is it too much to ask you to join my crew?" Asked Captain Kuro.
You were initially planning to slash and carry off at least one pirate from the ship and flee, but Captain Kuro interested you. He was the first pirate, let alone person to see through your disguise and he seemed to not wish you any harm. Maybe being part of his crew wasn't too bad an idea, you'll never go hungry that's for sure should you help Captain Kuro.
"Only if I'm guaranteed to be treated with some respect and that I'm not going to go hungry" You Declared.
"Done" Captain Kuro agreed. And with that, you became part of the Black Cat Pirates.
Your illusion power came in handy, especially against the Marines. You could create the illusion of the Bezan Black in the distance, making the Marines sail towards the supposed ship as the real ship sailed away safely.
In battles, your singing could distract enemies. They'd be too entranced by your voice that the Black Cat Pirates could easily pick them off. Of course, the Black Cat Pirates had to wear special ear muffs to drown out your singing as you could easily mesmerise them all. Captain Kuro was unaffected by your singing and sometimes would ask you to sing for him in his quarters, which you happily did.
You and Kuro were quite a team together and both of you respected each other. Soon Marines and Pirates alike came to fear Captain Kuro and the Black Cat Pirates even more, now that they had a highly dangerous but alluring Siren with them.
💗Thank you for your request and I hope you like the story. I did the best I could and again I went by Greek Mythology for Sirens so I apologise if you meant a different Siren. Again, thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy the story💗
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alissssssaka · 22 days
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You got me into Hughielander 😭😭😭😭 like, even though you draw mostly Butchie your Hughielander art just stuck with me.
(Also, Butchielander is an ever growing tumor in my head- two mentally ill bisexual men begrudgingly share their twink that they wanna beat with a rock. I did not have to share this but I felt like I SHOULD.)
cool 👍 i don't like hughielander anymore but whatever :)
butchielander sounds too funny i can't imagine it bwahghagaha 😭😭
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angkis · 6 months
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y'know idk why this didn't occur to me before but i bet you'd adore~<3
top hughie/bottom billy for butchie~<3
now there's a set up fandom could def see moar of~<3! (tho i just adore bottom billy lmao<3<3<3)
thoughts~?
Awwww Hughie is such a sweetheart, and I love the strange relationship he has with Butcher 🥺❤️ (it's so sad but also it was one of the reasons why I started liking Butcher,, the way he acts towards Hughie, even if it's because he resembles his little brother, proves that he in fact has feelings and is able to care about others other than his family and the love of his life) I could totally see them in that position btw,, I agree 👁️👁️👁️👁️ actually, I think that's the only way I could imagine them going at it-
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lezzer3000 · 4 months
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I kinda love my given name. There was a time I wanted to change it and briefly did due to nonbinary reasons, but I just had to introduce myself to a bunch of people today and I liked saying it. Idk if its just the juxtaposition of the name being feminine and my gnc presentation, but I like it regardless. Imagine some extremely butchy lesbian going "hi I'm Cecilia :)" yeah that's what I wanna be
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tribade-veneration · 9 months
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Different anon, I was reading your post on why would lesbian force herself in a sex with men, and I want to thank you. Since coming to tumblr, I having having mad ocd worrying if I am confused and I am actually bi because of those posts that anon sent you. I am not attracted to men, but I spend great deal of time exactly trying to train myself to like sex with men, to a point that I was happy even with rape because it was a rare chance to 'train' myself, because I had very butchy look and as you can imagine men did not find me attractive, which was another reason I felt inferior. I was in corrective therapy too, they did not say they cure me of lesbianism, but the push was about being into men and again training into being into them, assuming it's wrong that I am not into. Enough of that I guess, it would be triggering. Just, I used to feel like absolute human garbage, still do, it was extremely traumatizing, if I had a chance, if one single human person told me 'hey, you confine to me you don't like sex with men, it's ok, you don't need to do that' they would save me so much pain. Even the asexual discourse was late to save me, when I found it, I happily declared myself ace, but by that time I have been in so much pain. I don't think I am worthy of dating other woman because I feel so damaged and broken and dirty still. I guess it's my internalized misogyny, women are seen as 'damaged' after being 'used' and it's how I see myself internally even if i fight it. I know it's wrong, but it's so strong for now. Even if I tried to 'fix' myself then. Like, I currently am so impressed by HOW much I needed to hate myself to make it all happen and how much everyone else needed to disregard my humanity to push me like that. Anyway, thank you for that post.
I'm really glad to hear my post was meaningful to you. People like you are why I even bother to answer stupid asks like those or reply to stupid posts.
You deserve better than what you've been dealt in life. I hope with time you can come to see that.
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fallout-new-mudkip · 1 year
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Fallout Companions in Hero Forge Day 8!
Tunnel Snakes RULE! Here's Butch running with the toothpick (dangerous!) I imagine he's running to catch up to Lone while they leave during Trouble on the Homefront, making sure nobody attacks the person who helped him overcome his fear of radroaches.
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Have a limk :3
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It's not "hairdresser", I'm a barber!
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In celebration of a recent holiday... Well, just, why not? Tunnel Snakes, Snakes n Barrels, Guns n Roses, my ADHD go brr. I thought green would be good on Butchie.
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*BONUS* In case you don't like the Once-ler/Leprechaun look for him, here's a fancy outfit for Mr. DeLoria that's not as loud.
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marley-manson · 2 years
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☕️ + thoughts on post war Margaret?
Thanks for asking!
I'm not really sure about the logistics of this, but imo in the finale she stays in the military and just gets a transfer state-side. Maybe she works in a military hospital post-war? Brooke Army Medical Center maybe.
Personally what I really want from Margaret is like... I've been thinking recently about how it's a little frustrating that the feminist bent to her narrative is wrapped up in her role in the army. She's independent because of the army, she's strong because of the army, she commands respect because of the army. I just watched Hot Lips and Empty Arms and it's overt there in the opposite direction too, whether purposefully or not - the lack of respect given to her is not just a lack of respect for military authority, it's misogyny. It conflates chauvinism and anti-authority attitudes, and it conflates feminism with respect for military command.
And like, I want to untangle that.
So what I think would be most satisfying for post-war Margaret is for her to quit the service, and still demonstrate her innate strength and remain the commanding presence she is. She'd need a catalyst to quit, she didn't get that in the show, but something could happen.
Also of course she comes to terms with her sexuality, whether gay or bi, and dates a woman - either Lorraine or an original character, for my preference. She probably can't go full butch while working as a nurse, but she'd still have to wear the feminine nurse uniform in a state-side military hospital too so w/e, it's a wash. She has a good life, lives with a woman, and gets that crewcut in like, the 70s maybe when she’s old enough to bypass most of the shit she’d get for it.
Or for a more self-indulgent idea, she gets caught with a woman while still in the military and gets an undesirable discharge. Being betrayed by the institution she spent her life in radically shifts her worldview. She spends a a miserable year or two barely scraping by on minimum wage jobs that don't ask for background checks and seriously considers finding a man to marry just for security, before meeting some awesome independent butchy lesbian who owns her own business, helps baby lesbians land on their feet and frequents the gay bars, and has managed to carve out a pretty good life. They fall in love, Margaret helps her run the store or whatever it is, shaves her hair and goes full butch, and I get to imagine Margaret in a butch4butch relationship.
Also since I'm already being self indulgent maybe they're in Boston and cool butch already happens to know Hawkeye and [insert boyfriend of choice] and to Margaret's surprise and Hawkeye's amusement they end up being introduced to each other at a party some weekend.
send me a topic + ☕️ emoji and i’ll tell my honest opinion about it!
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beangods · 1 year
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1, 2, 4, 8, 12, and 20
aaaaaaaa thank uuuuuuuuuuu
the ask game
1. my favorite song right now
I Am Machine- Three Days Grace
mfw i left this for last bc i straight up havent been listening to music that much but this is the last song i heard before losing my earbuds last wednesday. i got a new pair after failing to find them but these ones really dont fit my ears as good :/ anyway yeah i AM machine rn
2. favorite song of all time
Lootin' in London- RDGLDGRN
literally so so hard to choose but i gotta come back to this one. i remember the first time i heard it like it was yesterday (on late sunday night radio) and they were the local opener for the last ever dc101 chili cookoff (concert hosted by local rock radio station; has not occurred since 2013 sadly; would have killed to go to it) SO imagine my surprise when i found that ppl all over the world have heard it as the soundtrack to some random racing game. afaik the band is pursuing separate acts now but IF I COULD i would get them on the soundtrack of the next tmnt movie STAT. anyway yeah i have other favorites but this is one that came to mind
4. song from my favorite album
Trouble- The Butchies
another toughie BUT there are no bad songs on this album i swear to god so i GUESS it's my (current) favorite.
8. song that my parents like
Caress Me Down- Sublime
i have very little data on music that both my parents like (they are divorced; dad likes blues and mom likes white 90s hip hop and stoner rock) but i remember a distinct abundance of reggae rock in my childhood, at least some of which is still on my dad's million-year-old ipod. and this song specifically i remember them dancing to it when i was maybe seven
12. song from the 90s
Detachable Penis- King Missile
"song" is a strong word to use here, but it is definitely From The Nineties and also quite literally a description of my life as a trans man. this hasn't happened to me yet, but i know that it will, and if it doesn't i definitely know somebody to whom this has happened or will happen. this song changed my life fr when i heard it on the radio age 12
20. an underrated song
S1GHT- @toasht
literally cant get more underrated than this <250 note homestuck fantrack from 2016 but it is EASILY one of my top favorite hs fansongs and is something i always keep coming back to even though im probably getting lethal doses of swag radiation from it
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Mick's Basic Info
Name: Makana Kaya Birch
Nicknames: Mick, (by Hudson) Kana, (by family) Mickie
Age: 20 
Date of Birth: December 24
Zodiac: Capricorn
Birthstone: Turquoise
Nationality: American, Scottish, Irish
Sexuality: Straight
Born: A cabin in Tilton, New Hampshire
Current Residence: Camino Capistrano, San Clemente, California
Occupation: (modern) Surf shop worker, (in the 60s) animal sanctuary assistant and Big Momma’s waitress
Schooling: Graduated high school and began taking online college courses for marine biology
Talents/Skills: Writing music, surfing, gymnastics
Birth order: Only child
Parents: Brady Elliot Birch and McKenzie Blaire Fox
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Height: 5’5” or 168cm
Eye Color: Brown with hints of green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Glasses or contact lenses: She likes to wear colored contacts for fun, but they aren’t necessary
Distinguishing features: Scar on her left arm from a knife accident, a tiny burn on the inside of her right elbow from spilled hot coffee, and a small tattoo of Butchy’s initials under her engagement ring
Mannerisms: Drums her fingers on any surface, cooks/bakes when she's stressed, and sings whatever song is stuck in her head at random points through the day
Health: Allergic to pine trees/pine scented things and has vertigo (connected to her severe fear of heights/acrophobia)
Hobbies: knitting, kick-boxing, archery, collecting coins from other states and countries
Greatest flaw (in their opinion): Quick temper, absent-mindedness, and the way she has to know how something works, even if it means taking that something apart to figure it out.
Best quality (in their opinion): Resourceful and imaginative
Biggest fear(s): Heights (she doesn't even like ladders) and seagulls
Favorite ice cream: Rootbeer or Moose Tracks
Favorite color: Pale mint green
Favorite number(s): 53 (the year of her favorite car)
Favorite songs: Maneater by Nelly Furtado, Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve, and Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift
A place they want to visit most: Morocco and Monaco
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