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rowenablade · 6 months

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Okay. I’m going to wait to do a second watch before I articulate most of my other feelings here, but I want to address one thing.

I’m seeing a lot of posts like, “I related to Izzy because I am also queer and older/disabled/depressed. By killing him off, the writers are saying that I deserve to die.”

Guys.

I’m not saying your feelings aren’t valid. I totally understand grieving a character that you relate to. But speaking as a writer, I just want to point out that trying to write with the shadow of “what is the absolute worst and most harmful way a reader can interpret this” will smother your ability to create. Twisting yourself in knots, trying to think up the worst-faith takes possible and scotch-guarding all your writing decisions against them is exhausting to the point of making you just not want to write anymore.

And we’ve seen the writers deliberately choose not to do this in Season 1. Remember all those terrible “Izzy is racist” takes that the writers and cast seemed completely blindsided by? That happened because the writers and directors and actors weren’t going over every scene with a fine tooth comb, ferreting out every shot or line of dialogue or micro expression that could possibly be interpreted as racist, and scrubbing it off. Because there comes a point where your story is what it needs to be, and you have to accept that some people will interpret it in ways you didn’t intend them to. And if you can’t accept that, you’ll never find the courage to put your work out there.

The point of diverse casts and writing teams isn’t to achieve a state of, “Nothing bad ever happens to a character from a marginalized demographic ever again.” It’s to achieve a status quo of these types of characters just being people in the world of the story. Not symbols, not representation boxes to tick, not tokens that you can point to so that you can say, “Here, we acknowledged this type of person exists, now where’s our woke points?”

OFMD is full of characters of color, queer characters, older characters, characters of differing body types. And in stories, things happen to characters. Some fall in love. Some make the same mistakes over and over. Some turn into birds. Some die.

Izzy’s character represents a lot of things, but he does not represent every older, disabled fan or fan who has struggled with suicide, any more than Jim represents all genderqueer fans, or Olu represents all black fans. That’s not how the writers were handling him. They were handling him like a character, because that’s what you have to do.

Again, I understand being sad. I am so, so fucking sad. But this idea of, “Any time something bad happens to a character I relate to means that the writer thinks I deserve these bad things to happen to me,” will poison everything you engage with eventually. Because stories are full of things happening to characters, and they won’t all be good things. And the more representation we get, the more often bad things will happen to characters we relate to.

But good things will happen too.

Queer couples get married. Disabled women run off with their favorite husbands. Middle-aged characters change careers. A multiracial polycule finds a home at sea. A fat man covered in tattoos stars in a drag show and all his friends cheer. All these things happened in the same show as Izzy’s death. This is what this world is.

Anyway. I know emotions are running high and I’ll probably get blocked or unfollowed by a few people for this. But I’m just trying to find my peace where I can, and if anyone else finds this useful, cheers.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands

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vaspider · 5 months

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I can't tell you how fucking good my Thursday was. Like, I'm still processing it.

A few months ago, my cousin, the incredibly talented surgeon, got out of Burning Man right before people got stuck there. I had been checking her Facebook bc I was worried about her, even though we didn't talk much. She's half a dozen years younger than me, and her mom is my dad's baby sister.

I kind of dropped out of contact with most of my cousins when I went to college - I went off to be the weird one, the queer one, the one who didn't get a degree, while most of the rest of that generation... didn't do that. I accepted my status as "rainbow sheep" and figured me and my brother were all I needed.

It never really occurred to me that my cousins wouldn't be as judgmental as their mother. I just assumed they were all kinda looking at me out of the corners of their eyes, the same way their parents do.

My cousin M messaged me and asked if she could call, because Burning Man was the last on a long list of things which had gone wrong recently, and she needed someone to talk to who would understand.

We talked for three hours. Turns out that being the oldest of three in this family and either being or being assumed as a girl gives us an awful lot in common.

We talk pretty much all the time now in texts and on the phone. Turns out that her baby brother - who was 2 when I went to college - lives in town, and her sister just moved out here, too.

Then I found out she was coming up to visit her sister over the holiday and, with 48h notice, invited everybody to our house for dinner. No problem - I just put together turkey, fresh cranberry sauce, canberry sauce, stuffing, green bean casserole, cheese ball, biscuits, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, two kinds of fudge, all gluten-free, by keeping a running task list so anybody who was in the kitchen microwaving soup or whatever could scrub or chop something. I will always cook like the entire Jewish population of Portland might show up at a moment's notice.

All of which led to the moment after Thanksgiving dinner when M hugged Evie as they packed up to go and said, "Yay! More family!" after an afternoon of chatter and everybody pitching in to help finish dinner.

So like... reach out to your cousins, if you haven't talked to 'em much since you became adults. It might not work out.

Then again, it might.

#personal #family #I'm helping M look for jobs up here #if both M and Jake move here i might explode from joy

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epicbuddieficrecs · 3 months

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Weekly Recap | January 15th-21st 2024

My ao3 history is still fucked. Gonna have to figure out if there's something I can do about it :/

Complete

hot cocoa by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Established Buddie | 3K | Teen): Buck is freaking out about proposing. He gets an assist from Athena, Bobby, and. Well. Eddie himself.

A Message To You by Mad_Lori/ @madlori (Media fic, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): Two firefighters both write to an advice column on the same day, with the same problem - they're each in love with their best friend. You won't believe what happens next!

🔥 Life Cycles of the Southern Coastal Husbro series by Mad_Lori/ @madlori (Post-Season 5, Queer Platonic Relationship to Lovers | 5 works | 92K)

🔥 Courtship Behaviors of the Southern Coastal Husbro (QPR, Getting Together | 49K | Explicit): “I want you in my family, I want us to be a family. Officially. A family can be a guy, his son, and his best friend, right?” Buck’s lower lip was trembling. “You’re really asking me to be your…what, now?” “Frank called it ‘platonic life partners.’” Observational Notes on the Southern Coastal Husbro (Fluff | 10K | Mature): A day in the life of two engaged firefighter husbros and their smartass son. Migratory Patterns of the Southern Coastal Husbro (Coming Out | 13K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie visit El Paso to tell the Diaz parents that they're engaged. Also, they go viral (again), eat King Ranch Casserole, pontificate on queer identities, get a visit from the Fire Chief, and the Hot Firefighter Calendar makes a reappearance. Ancestral Lineage of the Southern Coastal Husbro (Parental Reconciliations | 13K | Explicit): The Buckleys surprise Eddie at home when Buck's not there, hoping to work around Buck's no-contact edict and attempt a reconciliation. Later, Eddie surprises Buck with the news that hey, he has grandparents on his mom's side, too. Surprise number two: they suck. Eddie and Buck remain disgustingly in love with each other. Sexual Alignments of the Southern Coastal Husbro (5K | Teen): Eddie goes out for drinks with the dispatch center folks, gets hit on at the bar, and has personal epiphanies about his sexual orientation.

Kilty Pleasures by JamesPearce911/ @diazsdimples (PWP, Established Buddie | 8K | Explicit): Or, Buck and Eddie discover they have kilt kinks.

melt your headaches (call it home) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Pre-Relationship, Sharing a Bed | 2K | Teen): hypothetically, Buck types. if someone hit their head in the morning, they probably shouldn’t go to sleep alone, huh The phone vibrates in his hand before he can even put it down, Eddie’s face flashing on the screen. Buck sighs and picks it up. “What did you do?” Eddie asks immediately. “Hypothetically, the Scrub Daddy tried to kill me.”

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 41/54 | 78K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

44. We Gotta Create Our Interludes: Rated E - some soft established relationship fluff and smut 45. My Application to Hell: Rated E - shameless smut of the "they could never get away with this in real life" variety.

what my heart just yearns to say (in ways that can't be said) by mimibegins/ @itiveseenthisfilmbefore (Post S06E15: Death and Taxes | 5K | General): “I didn’t know that,” Eddie replied, eyebrows furrowed. And then he added so quietly that Buck almost missed it: “I mean, how would I? As I don’t see you.” And Buck was struck through the core and taken back in time. From one moment to the next, he was back at the graveyard, looking at Eddie and saying “I feel like she sees me” and then he recalled the broken look behind Eddie’s eyes and oh. So that’s what was wrong.

Twice Struck by Tizniz / @tizniz (Post-Lightning | 3K | General): Buck finds out he wasn't the only one struck by lightning that night.

dusk until the dawn (you're where i wanna go) by mimibegins/ @itiveseenthisfilmbefore (Post S6E14: Performance Anxiety, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): “So, would you say that you’re worried about dating because you never really dated,“ Buck said as he shifted his weight, draping himself over the couch in a way that was almost obscene for a public space. “Is that a question, or– ?” Eddie wondered, slightly amused as he looked up at Buck, who looked so pensive, if not a bit stunned as he was seemingly still trying to wrap his head around the disastrous dating experiences of Eddie Diaz. “No, it’s– yeah, okay, I guess it’s a question but– have you?” Buck asked, almost bashful, with a faint blush sitting high on his cheeks as he met Eddie’s eyes. God, Eddie thought as he felt how the blood rushed into his cheeks as well. These feelings are definitely not platonic.

he's a big boy by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Married Buddie, PWP | 5K | Explicit): Eddie has a thing for Buck's big dick.

one is one too many, one more is never enough by 42hrb / @exhuastedpigeon (Drunk Confession | 2K | Teen): They say hangovers get worse as you get older. Buck never believed that until his first hangover in his thirties hit him like a fucking freight train. He had vowed to never get that drunk again. And he’d kept that promise to himself for over a year. That all changed at Maddie and Chimney’s wedding. He’d like it noted that it wasn’t his fault that he got so drunk. He hadn’t had any of the mimosas that were flowing while Maddie and her bridal party got ready because he didn’t want to risk anything going wrong when he walked Maddie down the aisle. In fact, he hadn’t had a drink until after he gave his speech.

🔥 Don't Push Me So Far Away I Can't Reach You by giselleslash (Friends With Benefits | 12K | Mature): or the one where Buck thinks he and Eddie are just friends with benefits so he pushes Eddie to date other people because he’s an idiot

if you keep reachin' out (then I'll keep comin' back) by 42hrb / @exhuastedpigeon (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): It probably wasn’t the best idea to flirt with Buck before a rescue but Eddie couldn’t help himself. He’d been struggling with keeping his feelings for Buck locked down for months now, maybe even longer if he was honest with himself.

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? by rarakiplin (gmontys)/ @hoediaz (Post-Shooting | 9K | Teen): or, in which eddie's will reveal is a love confession, and buck takes a second to catch up

🔥 maybe love won't let you down by sibylsleaves (Season 5B, Getting Together | 15K | Mature): Buck tells Eddie he’s in love with him. Eddie pines. or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

Rope 'n Ride by rosebuddiekin/ @giddyupbuck (PWP | 2K | Explicit): Or: Eddie rides Buck wearing the cowboy hat.

WIP

search history by forgottenwords (Getting Together | 8/10 | 11K | Explicit): Eddie opened the Safari app to find a specific recipe Buck was looking for, but something was already typed in the search box. Beefy blonde twink gets railed by— Buck's voice calls out from the kitchen “Did you find it yet?” and Eddie hastily closes the tab, opening another with a surprising speed from someone considered technologically illiterate. As close as they were, he’d never had a thought about the type of ‘adult entertainment’ Buck was partial to. Now, it was all he could think about.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 107/? | 296K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 and if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Canon Divergent Season 6, Friends with Benefits | 5/18 | 23K | Explicit): or, an alternate look at season 6 where buck and eddie have been casually sleeping together since before the beginning of the season. somehow, this changes both everything and nothing at all.

Winter Prayer by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Road Trip, Buck&Bobby&May | 1/3 | 5K | General): When a work conflict prevents Athena from accompanying Bobby to Minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, Buck and May offer to go instead. Over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and Bobby faces his grief.

(when i die) i'll die loving you by lecornergirl / @clusterbuck (The Good Place Fusion | 1/? | 2K | Teen): OR: buck and eddie are in the afterlife, and they're soulmates. but it's not quite that simple.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 21/? | 14K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

22. 82. Whispering "I love you" in-between kisses 23. 1. Whispering "kiss me" to your lover 24. 18. Grabbing your lover by the collar

#buddie #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #epic buddie fic rec #911 fanfiction #911 fic #911 fanfic

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Re: the privacy issue

At any point does Eddie start to think about a bodyguard?

When Eddie’s touring, he has a bodyguard.

It was a stipulation that the label had when signing the band because at that point, they were pretty infamous for being run out of town. It turns out that the people with the loudest opinions about devil music are often the ones holding rocks, and they aren’t much swayed by Eddie’s dropped charges or his governor issued public apology.

“The label is investing with you,” CC’s first manager, Pete, used to say, “It’s about time you boys start investin’ in ya’selves and don’t get killed.”

So, they got a bodyguard.

His name was Daniel. He was the biggest guy Eddie’s ever seen, could take a punch like a champ, and never once realized in the two national tours and one world tour that half the band was queer. Corroded Coffin’s main hobby was seeing how quick they could ditch him.

Eddie has only brought getting a bodyguard off-tour a few times and each and every one of those times has ended in a fight.

Eddie brought up getting a bodyguard after he impulsively decided to come out publicly during an acceptance speech at the MTV music awards and paparazzi camped outside of their building. He brought it up when an overzealous fan pushed their way into Eddie’s orbit and nearly knocked Steve into the road.

He mentioned it after they got a letter in the mail with a picture of their apartment’s front door and a threat. He even suggested it after their move to the suburbs was met with the word MURDERER spraypainted across the front of their house, and it’s a fight. It’s an argument.

Eddie brings it up and Steve shuts it down. He is scrubbing red paint off the front of their new house and he tells Eddie, “If that’s what you need to feel safe than I think you should get one, but that’s not why you’re bring it up.”

“I still live here when I’m not here,” Eddie says back, spraying at the slur written on the sidewalk with the water hose. “Someone could come here looking for me and find you. Then what? Is it a crime to want to know that you’re safe when I’m gone?”

“What exactly do you think you’re going to do if you are here?” Steve asks and rolls his eyes when Eddie shoots him a look. “It’s not a crime, but I’m not being a prisoner in my own home to make you comfortable, Ed.”

It’s not said but Eddie knows the undertone in Steve’s voice. Steve doesn’t want a babysitter and Eddie’s never been able to make a good case of why a bodyguard is not that. The conversation tends to tip into an argument so he doesn’t press it further than that, he just cleans Chrissy’s name off their front steps.

Steve bumps his shoulder a few minutes later and tells him, “We have a friend that can explode someone’s head with her mind. If I need help, I’ll call El.”

“Or Nance.”

Eddie hasn’t brought up getting a bodyguard in years but after the video at the neurologist, he thinks that there may be a case. Not for protection, but privacy. Steve laughs at him. He actually laughs and he asks, “So, what? We’re entitled assholes that smash people’s phones at the grocery store now?”

“When they’re taking a video of you crying.”

“Of course they’re going to take videos, Eddie. It’s going to be me, you, the dog, and Jim, the eight-foot bodybuilder buying a frozen pizza when you have munchies. That’s just more reason for people to be looking at us.”

#the image of Eddie standing next to a huge bodyguard and people still being more afraid of him is a funny one #I’m slow this week with replying but work is kicking my ass #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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fruitcoops · 11 months

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Tea Leaves

Happy Pride month! Have some queer joy that simply would not leave my mind <3 Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Re.”

Oh, it was warm. So warm.

“Remus?”

Remus was warm, too, from his rosy cheeks to his feet, twined with Sirius’ own beneath the sheets. The metal band around his ring finger was warm. The whole world was warm, like Hope’s blankets, like a fleece in the middle of winter, like a hearth.

“Re, honey.” He scooted impossibly closer, propping his chin on Remus’ shoulder as he rubbed wide circles over his belly beneath a worn-soft shirt. Wake up, wake up. “Loup. Mon vœu. Hey, hey—”

“Don’t wanna airpl—Jesus Christ—” Remus’ eye cracked open half a degree before he jolted hard enough that Sirius’ teeth clacked together rather uncomfortably. His head flopped back onto the pillow with a harsh breath; his eyes scrunched shut, one hand scrubbing down his face, before he blinked them open and squinted blearily back at Sirius. A small smile tipped his lip up. “Hey, you. ‘S goin’ on?”

Fireworks popped in Sirius’ stomach. He held Remus’ hand tighter, burying his grin in the strong curve of his arm. “We got married.”

Remus’ smile grew. “Mhmm.”

“Married,” Sirius repeated. Remus smelled so good, even mostly asleep. A little sweaty from the June heat, still clean from their earlier shower. Soft and rumpled and his. He tucked his knees in the hollow of Remus’ own—heat curled in his stomach at the contented hum that answered. Mon mari.

“Yeah,” Remus said quietly. His hand was a little clumsy when he wrangled it out of their blanket nest, but devastating in its gentleness when he stroked the side of Sirius’ face. Once, then again, like he really wanted to keep touching him. Sirius wasn’t even sure Remus could see him properly in this light. But he touched all the same.

He pulled their joined hands up to his mouth, dragging Remus over as his drowsiness gave way to laughter and a helpful little shimmy that rolled him right into Sirius’ chest. His knuckles were knobbly against Sirius’ lips. He knew all the scars that decorated them, now, in the darkness and by touch alone. Some from hockey, many from Remus’ endless motion. Kind fingers on healing hands. Only ever healing hands.

His hands.

“Mine.” If he could press the words into Remus’ bones, so the lucky scientist that dug them up in a thousand years would know they belonged to each other, he would. He could make this man so happy. He would, he would, he would. He would spend eternity proving it.

Remus exhaled softly. His smile stamped Sirius’ jaw, stubble scratching lightly at his skin. He fucking loved Remus’ stubble. “Yours,” came the whispered answer, rough from sleep.

It rushed over Sirius. It pulled him under and launched him high. The sleep-roughness was his and his alone. Nobody else would ever get the honor of having Remus like this, when he was sweet and cozy and safer here than anywhere in the world. He turned to kiss the inside of a slender wrist, then leaned in for a brush of lips that became a shared laugh into each others’ mouths. Married. It hardly felt real.

“Come here,” Remus whispered, hardly audible. His hand cupped the nape of Sirius’ neck and pulled him closer, close enough to slot their noses side-to-side and kiss him sweetly. He could taste the honeysuckle of Remus’ silent laugh. “Sorry. Morning breath.”

“Non, non.” His lower back was the perfect arch against Sirius’ palm. “You always taste good.”

Remus made a quiet scoffing noise, though Sirius felt his face heat when he nuzzled closer and dragged a few sloppy kisses over his cheek and jaw. God, he was so tired. They had hardly been asleep for two hours—he supposed it wasn’t very nice to wake Remus, in hindsight, but his sleepy nudges to any exposed bit of Sirius’ skin were well worth a brief interlude. He let the weight of his head fall back into Remus’ steady hand and kept him close. Absurdly, he thought back to the song playing in Sid’s as they tangled their ankles under the table and shared slices of pizza like high schoolers on a first date rather than newlyweds. All I ever wanted, all I ever needed, is here in my arms.

His next breath came out slower than the others. He held Remus tight enough to feel his heart beating on both sides. This touch—this everything—this sense of utter rightness. He was such a fool for ever pretending he could let this go.

How could I have thought I could go without this? he had whispered across this very same pillow, only 18 months ago. Remus had been haloed by pleasure and satisfaction then. Here, in the night, shrouded in the sheets they bought together, he was so much brighter.

How could I have thought I could go without this? He had tried, though. Sirius breathed deep, and felt a steady hum answer him. He had tried to imagine other futures for himself. Told himself it wouldn’t be so bad: a wife who was nice and patient with his schedule, kids he’d do his best to raise in the midst of hockey, a house they could decorate however the rest of them saw fit. It would be basic, but not…bad. Not anything to be ashamed of. He could make it work. He could love his kids and kiss his wife and be a good enough husband.

Remus’ mumble was lost in his collarbone.

“Quoi?”

A moment of readjustment. One amber eye peeked out at him, bemused and tired. Remus’ hand flattened over the small of his back. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He would never let Remus settle for ‘good enough’. For decent. For dry kisses on the cheek or the forehead, or a cold line down the center of the bed. It was unimaginable. He would be a fool, a terrible fool, to let Remus Lupin down like that. His wedding ring would not be reserved for dinner guests, and his body—his heart—would always be safe.

Ne, he thought as he kissed Remus’ broad cheekbone. There would be no future like that. Not anymore. Not ever again. Remus was his and his and his until the sun sank under the waves, and he would make it so they’d be together in the darkness, too.

His future was not a sterile, unfamiliar house, or a kind wife, or children he barely saw between games. He did not have to settle for that.

Sirius breathed him in. Pushed their faces together. “Hey.”

“Mhmm.”

The words stuck for a second before slipping free. “Thank you for letting me reach.”

Remus’ brow knit. “For what?”

It’s all you. Always has been, always will be. He would reach for a better future for himself. He deserved joy that overwhelmed exhaustion. “All the times people told me I wasn’t good enough.” For a home, for a family. He pulled the hem of Remus’ sleep shirt. “You made me forget.”

Remus made a happy sound somewhere in his chest. “Workin’ on it.”

“Still?” Sirius laughed.

“Got time.”

That coy smile. Lopsided, mischievous, unbearably handsome. Those eyes, so bright, so clever. Remus’ thigh weighed his hip down, and a wandering hand skimmed the faint ridges of his bones. They had time, now—not for waiting, but for living. This could be his future. All the time in the world.

#sirius black #remus lupin #coops #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #fluff #post-wedding #wedding #sleep #cuddles #queer joy

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innocuousibis · 1 month

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Blue Eye Samurai is trans, right?

I just finished season one and have some thoughts. I'm a fan of the author is dead and personal interpretations of media being valid, but if the coming arcs turn this into a queerbait situation I will be sad.

I read Mizu as a gay trans man who does not have the language or examples of transness present in his society to come to an understanding of who and what he is. Even for me as a trans person now it was really hard to come to full a understanding of myself and my desires with so few examples to identify with. I went for years living in an in-between state, verbally and internally denying my identity, and making failed attempts to assimilate into cis roles before I figured out what is really going on. I can't even image how much harder this would be for people living in the past.

Mizu's tendancy to want to confide his real sex to people he is close with feels to me exactly like what I have to go through when I am deciding to come out to people as trans. I live as a man now, and now people that I meet perceive and refer to me that way. But being trans is still a big part of my experience, and something that I often feel a desire to confide, while I also worry that it will change how I am perceived and treated. Mizu doesn't want to be treated as a woman, but he also doesn't want to deceive those he cares for. And he also wants to be with men and desirable to men, which creates another place of tension against his identity.

We see Mizu attempting to assimilate into the role of wife, and it is clear how uncomfortable in that role he is. The more his husband Mikio allows him to be himself and express his masculinity the more Mizu falls in love with him. He wants to be treated as a man and an equal in society, to be one of the guys and to spar on with Mikio on an even field. But when he finally fully shows Mikio his true self, the formidable swordsman he is, Mikio is repulsed and rejects him.

I think the most powerfully trans moment in the show was when Mizu was at the brothel and reacted to the sight of two men kissing. As a gay trans man he instinctively identifies with the two men.

It's possible that the next season will attempt to scrub Mizu's character of queerness and chalk all of his behavior up to pragmatism. We have this season, and it is trans as hell, but it would suck if the next season were to change Mizu to fit him into a cis narrative.

Perhaps Edo period Japan did not have any language to conceptualize what it might mean to be a trans person, but this is a modern piece of media, subject to modern analysis and interpretation. Considering how much blatant trans coding is built into Mizu's character, it bothers me that the creators refer to Mizu as 'she' while the character is almost never referred to that way in the show, and have nothing to say about the trans interpretation other than "oh that's cool, yeah you can call her 'they'."

#blue eye samurai #mizu is trans #i'm trans #this shit is trans

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jamesmcavoysbf · 2 years

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Open to change ↯

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Pairing: Soldier Boy x Male!Reader

Genre: One bed trope, "Dallas seeing there's not enough male reader content and takes it into his own hands, instantly regrets it"

Warnings: Mild homophobia, Soldier Boy as a whole, swearing, no use of Y/N, you're soldier boys gay awakening, swearing 😱😱😱, probably doesn't even make sense but cut me slack I'm working on barely any sleep

Notes: This is my first time writing, for him and in general so don't expect anything good. I also started this in the middle of the night so. ALSO NOT PROOF READ!!!

You had noticed Soldier Boy was always distanced from you. Ever since you, Butcher, Hughie and him teamed up he always stayed furthest away from you. You assumed it was nothing at first but then it came to you that he was avoiding you because of your queerness. You were openly gay. Not like "I'm gay" every five minutes but you weren't in the closet and brought it up occasionally. Maybe when you saw a nice looking guy walking along the street or one of your celebrity crushes was on the telly. After you realized that you decided to avoid him as well. I mean it made sense, he was fresh out of the 80s pretty much.

It was all fine until you started developing feelings for him. His voice. His looks. You wanted to talk to him and get to know him but this was Soldier Boy. What did you expect? You occasionally said hi to him whenever you were in a room together but otherwise no talking. It always bugged you why you couldn't go talk to him.

It was a Saturday night and you were just waiting for Butcher to get you a hotel room for the night. You were thankful for him doing this but the downside was that you usually had to share a room with Soldier Boy. I mean, you didn't mind it much. It was just awkward.

You were stood, hands in your pockets. You had zoned out a bit when you heard Soldier Boy let out an annoyed groan of frustration away from you. You blinked and looked up. Soldier Boy and Butcher where at the reception, Soldier Boy was visibly annoyed. "You can't expect me to sleep in a room with one bed! Especially when I have to share with that queer!" You heard him say to Butcher. You were shocked. Offended, even. "Well too bad, you either sleep here or go sleep in the streets and let Vought come find you." Butcher tilted his head, grin plastered onto his face. He picked up the keys and shoved them at Soldier Boys chest. "Now off you go" Butcher said, turning to you and signalling for you to head off with him.

The walk up to the room was tense. You were pissed and you could tell he was too. He may as well have had called you a fag! You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration, Soldier Boy still walking. Once at the room you tossed your shit on the ground. "I'm going to go have a shower" You muttered, side-eyeing him. Soldier Boy rolled his eyes at you, sitting down onto the bed as you grabbed a towel from your bag and headed into the bathroom.

You started muttering to yourself as you got undressed, turning on the shower as well. You were pissed. The two of you were teammates right now and he was gonna be a bigot? You scoffed at your own thoughts and got into the shower, letting the water run down your body. You finally felt calm now you were in the shower. You grabbed some soap and rubbed your body, cleaning yourself up. After cleaning every nook and cranny you got some shampoo, squirting it onto your hand. You began scrubbing your hair, letting some soap run down your body.

Once done in the shower you grabbed your towel, wrapping it around your waist. You ran your fingers through your hair and exited the bathroom to get a change of clothes. You didn't even look at Soldier Boy resulting to him scoffing at not even being acknowledged. You couldn't help but chuckle at the fact he wanted at least an ounce of attention from the guy he was calling a fag only half an hour ago. "Want attention that bad?" You raised a brow, grabbing a baggy shirt and pulling it on. "Fuck off." He glared at you. You sighed, putting on boxers then putting the towel away.

You sat on the bed, on the other side of him. You had only just acknowledged the single bed. "Butcher only got one bed?" You looked at him, crossing your legs. "Yep... Fucking prick" Soldier Boy looked at you for a second then looked away. It was weird. Actually talking to him. You think this was the longest conversation you had actually shared. He had actually taken off his suit as well, wearing some clothes Butcher had leant him. Okay the silence had gotten awkward. "I'm just gonna try sleep now" You said, crawling under the covers. "You stay on that side, I'll stay on mine" He said as you shut your eyes.

It was the middle of the night by now. You were struggling to sleep through. You were so... Close to him. It was unusual. You could almost feel his body heat. You chewed on your bottom lip. You were a bit thirsty. You slowly shuffled out of bed, trying not to wake Soldier Boy up. You walked over to your bag, unzipping it to get your water bottle when you heard movement in the bed behind you. You turned your head around.

He was sat up in bed, moving his eyes to look at you in the dark. "Oh... Sorry for waking you up?" You muttered, grabbing your bottle. "You better be," He scoffed, stretching. You glared at him for a second. "Prick..." You muttered, turning back to your bag. "What was that?" You heard behind you. You sighed. "Nothing." You said, annoyed. Then you heard him stand up. Great. "No, no. What did you say?" He walked over to you. You stood up, turning to face him.

He was up close to your face, grabbing the collar of your shirt. "Fine! Fine! Jesus... I called you a prick" You scoffed. You felt his breath on your face. He was so... close. "There, easy." He pushed you back a bit when he let go of your shirt. You nearly fell but you grabbed onto him for support. The two of you both stood there for a second before you let go. "Sorry, let's just go to bed" You sighed, heading back to the bed. "No. Wait." You heard him say. Oh my god. You looked back at him. You just wanted to sleep now. "What? Are you going to just call me a fag or something?" You said nonchalantly, tired literally and of him.

"No I'm not." He looked at you. "I just think you've made me feel... something..." He trailed off a bit. You don't think you'd ever heard him talk like... this. "What did I-" You then felt yourself be pressed up against a wall. All you could make out in the dark was his face. Right up in front of yours. You looked at his lips then back up to his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?" You were confused. "You made me feel this" He mumbled before you felt his lips on yours. What. Just. Happened. You were a bit shocked. The kiss started rough but got progressively more gentle for the few seconds it lasted before he pulled away.

"Oh my..." You muttered looking into his eyes. You saw regret and annoyance in his eyes as he swore under his breath. "I'm... I'm confused. You were calling me a fucking 'queer' earlier? Why did-" You paused. He let a sigh escape his lips. "I didn't want to share a fucking bed with you because you made me think I'm... You know" He looked you dead in the eyes. "But maybe I'm open to change."

You just looked at him. "Well... The queer comment was a bit but..." You couldn't help a smirk forming on your face. You kissed him this time. It felt good. For the both of you. Once your lips parted you couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I made you realize you're queer?" You raised a brow, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Suppose so" He pressed his tongue to the side of his mouth.

"Can we go back to bed now?" You asked. "I'm fucking tired" You yawned. "Right... Bed" He said. He then lifted you up causing you to yelp. He tossed you onto the bed. He climbed in next to you, pulling you close.

"Remind me to ask Butcher for a room with one bed tomorrow,"

#soldier boy x male reader #soldier boy #the boys #the boys x male reader #x male reader #male reader

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celestial--sapphic · 2 days

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Get to know Evelyn Caddel: Lesbian headcanons

Just some silly little thoughts about Evelyn and her lesbian identity for Lesbian Visibility Day 💚

You can also see my previous post for Lesbian Visibility Day (which is just silly Evelyn/Hogwarts Legacy memes) here

When she was little and played pretend with her friends (usually ‘mommy and daddy’ type games) she was always more than happy to play the dad. Once she drew a little moustache on her upper lip with an ink fountain pen to complete the role. Her Aunt Marianne blew her top when she saw it and immediately made Evelyn scrub it off.

Living at her aunt’s pub, which was a watering hole for queers and outcasts in and around Islington, she realised very young that men can court men and women can court women but – at the same time – that it was not accepted by society at all. By the time she was a teenager she had seen plenty of their regular customers being verbally abused and attacked outside the venue, often by the police who arrested male clientele. (For historical reference, the Offences Against the Person Act 1861 repealed the death penalty for homosexual acts but instead created harsh prison terms, you can read about that here.)

Her first real crush was a regular at the pub called Catherine. Catherine was quite a few years older (and very unlucky in love), Evelyn was down hard. Definitely one of those unrequited loves where you are infatuated with the older, cool person who is just way too cool for you and just sees you as a younger sibling/pal.

Evelyn falls on the scale of soft butch. Growing up her aunt often made her wear skirts and dresses (never trousers). Her first morning at Hogwarts she forgoes the skirt she was given at the sorting ceremony and puts on a pair of tartan, three-quarter breeches. They feel like freedom.

Seeing queer couples being so out and open at Hogwarts took a bit of adjustment. Everytime a couple walked past her hand in hand or kissed in public she felt the nauseous worry that someone would shout a slur or hurt them but no one ever did, not even the bullies who picked on ‘mudbloods’.

She doesn’t have to come out to anyone, as non-heterosexual sexuality is completely normal and accepted. However, that does not immediately erase the lifelong anxiety and shame she felt deep inside herself, meaning she ended up crying a little on her first date with Poppy. (If you fancy finding more about the context of that you can read it in chapter one of my fic…)

“By the time she turned 15 she had just accepted she would have a life living in the shadows, her burden to bear; relationships with women confined to dark, private spaces, like her aunt’s pub or more sordid venues. But that was before Professor Fig arrived, before Hogwarts, before meeting Nora Treadwell down by Lower Hogsfield and learning she was a witch with a wife.” ← this is a quote from Chapter Three.

Sebastian, for example, realised early on in fifth year that Evelyn definitely batted for the other team for a number of reasons, without her even saying a word: One) After a Crossed Wands match Constance Dagworth came over and praised her for how quick she was picking duelling up and she blushed through the entire conversation and couldn’t maintain eye-contact. Two) After her first Herbology lesson she couldn’t stop talking about how pretty Professor Garlick’s hair is (sure hun, just that). Three) she didn’t believe Imelda at all when she mentioned off-hand how loads of girls fancy Professor Sharp.

She is useless around pretty girls. Mind goes blank, no thoughts. A true Lesbian Girlfailure.

Evelyn doesn’t necessarily have a type, although she does lean more towards femme girls. She can’t resist someone who is completely, unwaveringly passionate and driven about a topic they love (*cough cough* Poppy and beasts *cough cough*). She often thought, if she liked boys, Amit would be a perfect match for her.

That being said, she is 110% a boob girl.

#i cannot be stopped today #for i am at my most powerful #lesbians unite!!!#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #evelyn caddel #lesbian MC #lesbian #WLW #sapphic #celestialyaps

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christinesficrecs · 1 year

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Hi!! Do you have any fic recs where derek is completely head over heels for stiles from the very beginning?? Like completely in love and smitten ♡ it can be AUs or teen wolf universe ♡

Well, I might know a few. ❤️

Derek's Epic Love Story by arrowofcarnations | 11.5K | Explicit

Derek Hale is good at getting what he wants. Unfortunately, what he wants now is Stiles Stilinski, who doesn't exactly seem to be in the mood for his shit.

Scrubbing Bubbles by MargaretKire | 46K | Explicit

Stiles thought it would be easy doing janitorial work for an office. At first, it really was. The job only took a few hours in the evenings and it helped pay for rent and college. Sure, Hale Industries took up an entire floor in one of the downtown financial buildings, but the place was new and easy to care for. He didn’t even have to spend much time cleaning the huge corner office, because the trash was nearly always empty and the office itself was spotless, like no one used it.

It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

Sidequest by bleep0bleep | 11.4K

Agent Derek Hale has been working up the courage to ask his partner Stiles out on a date (finally!) when he heads out on a solo mission—without Derek. Eager to provide support, Derek arrives in Beacon Hills, only there is no mission, and Stiles' dad thinks Derek is Stiles' boyfriend. Well. It could be worse.

If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell. by DropsOfAddiction | 14.3K | Explicit

Derek tries and fails to shut his gaping mouth as Stiles arrives at his desk, heartbeat rabbiting a little faster than usual.

Stiles grabs a file out of his desk, muttering something about forgetting to mail it yesterday and needing to get it down to filing by Monday. Derek’s barely paying attention, unable to concentrate with the scent of him right under his nose.

He leans over Derek to grab an empty envelope from their shared stationary tray and Derek knows he’s absolutely fucked when he sees how his trousers are moulded to his perfect ass.

“So.... how do I look?” Stiles asks casually as he stands back up, as if his very presence hasn’t just given Derek a very sudden and uncomfortable boner.

He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ.

You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW | 5K

In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn't realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.

Put Out the Fire (but not the one in my heart) by omelet | 2.8K

Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.

I Intend to be Independently Blue by Loz | 21.7K | Mature

Stiles is the worst thing that could have happened to Derek. He hasn't been wolfing out at inopportune moments since his teens, but only because he has a system in place. And this is where Stiles comes into play. Because he's been messing with this system, and doesn't even know. Also, there's a wendigo.

sing me a song, piano man by bleep0bleep | 2.2K

Derek’s worked at McCall’s for three years, just about as long Stiles has been the pianist, and not once has Stiles ever sung a song about him.

Queer Your Coffee by alisvolatpropiis | 3K

Derek's just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he's worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He's the most beautiful man Derek's ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell | 35.4K | Mature

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

The Love You Save (May Be Your Own) by Nokomis 17.5K

Everyone falls magically in love with Stiles. Well, except for Derek, who is suspiciously immune.

Wet T-Shirts For Charity by LadyDrace | 2.4K

Derek takes his car to a charity car wash. He didn't realize the wash came with a side of sexual frustration and pining.

How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural | 4.3K | Explicit

Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my--”

“Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.”

“About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types.

“The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #pining!derek #mutual pining #idiots in love

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positivelybeastly · 3 months

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Would you consider beast being a closet bisexual @

"I'm an open heterosexual, thank you very much, and I would recommend that in future, you keep such speculation to yourself."

"Ehehehey, well, wow, that's quite the question, not often I get accused of being a closet anything, but, ah, pretty firmly straight over here, friend."

"Despite what you may have heard from the press or a certain ex-girlfriend of mine, I am quite firmly in the heterosexual camp."

"I think someone needs to have gone on a date sometime in the last year to be qualified to be anything sexual, no?"

"Asexual aromantic. And if you ask again, I shall be displeased."

"Do you have a pulse? Are you happy with scalpels in the bedroom? Actually, your answer to that second question doesn't particularly matter, we'll get you warmed up in no time at all."

All right, so this is one of those moments where I have to pull back the curtain a little bit and talk about how I play a character who is canonically heterosexual, but whom I read to be bisexual because it's truer to the character as I find them.

Now, you know, I actually misremembered how this conversation went? I remembered Emma saying that Hank had never had so much as a gay thought, but that's not what she says here. She say that Hank has never had any kind of physical relationship with another man, and . . . you know what, I kind of believe that to be true.

Because as much as I fucking love THIS moment, it's not a relationship.

We can all agree that a kiss is not a relationship.

However.

. . . Guys, Hank is, like . . . really queer.

This post sums it up nicely, but yeah, Hank acts in a very over the top, dandified manner, over speaking and over-exaggerating everything about himself so that you won't pay attention to the blatantly obvious. He performs masculinity in a way that reads as overcompensating because he feels like he's been othered by his mutation.

There's also panels like this.

"Flirt with everything this side of Boy George."

Boy George being the androgynous gay icon of the 1980s, yes?

And this is coming from Hank's girlfriend, who he has admitted in dialogue to only really being with because she feels stable and safe and familiar, a tether to his old life in a time when he feels without a direction in life?

Like, this isn't me putting words into Hank's mouth, this is HIS dialogue during a time when he was arguably his most heterosexual! Yeah, you could just read it as him having a wandering eye, because he's a very flirtatious fellow, but that really isn't how it reads, is it? It reads as, I need reassurance I'm doing adult, normal things while my life goes weird, abnormal places.

It reads as, I think I'm kinda fucking queer but I'm too afraid to admit it.

Because lemme be real with you, this is Hank at his most heterosexual, but there's. Some. Stuff. Going on here.

"I was GOING to go out on a date with you, really pretty girlfriend, but then my MALE friend turned up and I just got so excited that I went out with my MALE friend and am basically hanging on his every word and eager to impress him, while the straight people at the table (Isaac and Dolly) are on an actual date, and Overmind sounded concerned about three wheeling a date when they asked to come with?"

Ladies and gentlemen, I am a gay man, and I have never been in just a towel around my best friend while he scrubbed another man's back, because that's just a little gay.

Hey, did you know Bobby's gay?

I don't bring that up for any real reason, just, you know.

And then there's Simon.

Oh boy is there Simon.

From Earth-763, but.

Like.

Come on, man.

When Logan and Hercules did this shit, people were celebrating in the streets because it confirmed bisexual Wolverine, but when Hank and Simon do it, no-one gives a fuck.

But that's an alternate universe. All they've done in 616 is kiss (GAY), so maybe it's just, you know, horsing around.

Right?

Hank, you don't look happy to be put down.

Hank never smiles like this on the X-Men. I'm not exaggerating. I've read X-Men comics for nearly 20 years, and Hank does not smile around other people like he does around Simon Williams. He looks fulfilled. He looks free. He looks delighted, constantly.

Are you two gonna fucking hold hands, like, WHAT?

And you know what, let's talk about the X-Men.

Scott, for someone who said very firmly that Hank wasn't gay before, you don't even throw that in there first?

Is it because of what comes next?

I'm - sorry? What in the FUCK are you trying to say to me?

And let's, for a moment, turn to Dark Beast. Because he has some words on the matter.

You know what, yeah, Dark Beast does seem like the idea to suck, fuck, thrust and kill his way through a Tuesday night, honestly.

And look, I know that alternate universes are shaky ground to be drawing conclusions from, but, like . . . this is. Getting to be rather a lot of very suggestive dialogue.

Look, I get that there's not quite the same amount of outright coding that Bobby had before he was forced out of the closet (Cloud, Emma Frost's prodding at his mind, all the stuff stacking up across Lobdell and Austen and Liu), but it's still . . . questionable. Isn't it? Like, at this point, I have to question why we think Hank has to be straight. Which is why I don't think he is.

So, now we get to the point of the evening where I pull at the curtain, because how Hank talks about himself in my threads works according to a certain kind of logic - canonically, as of right now, 21st of January 2024, he's officially straight, so any references to canon events will be as if he's 'straight' but actually just closeted bisexual. Because I care about continuity and keeping my facts straight and drawing as closely from the comics as possible - within reason - but my interpretation still takes precedence.

And my interpretation is that Hank, at any point in his life, is a bisexual man who feels afraid to admit it. But here's the question you're going to ask - WHY is he afraid to admit it?

You could go with an answer that draws on canon, and point out that when he tested the waters with coming out as gay, Scott and Emma both basically verbally smacked him and said he wasn't.

But that's not my style. I don't personally read it that way.

In my mind, Hank considers coming out to be That One Last Step Past Normal that goes too far. Like, it's one thing if he's a blue furred, canonically kinky, canonically weird, basically canonically bipolar, canonically psychologically damaged beast, but if he's a blue furred kinky weird bipolar psychologically damaged bisexual beast, that's the point where people will turn on him and be disgusted.

I could see him drawing that invisible line and deciding, I have to keep this one aspect of me to myself because I can't trust people to accept that from me. I think Hank has conditioned himself to believe that being accepted is something he has to earn over and over again, in part because of how Xavier schooled the X-Men's train of thought on that, but also because, unlike Nightcrawler, he knows what it's like to go from passing to not passing, and experiencing that scarred him in a way?

Like, one of the last bits of good Hank content we got before Krakoa was that Christmas special where he's back at his parents' for the holiday, and he can hear them talking from downstairs, and they're their usual lovely sweet selves, but they mention wanting grandkids, and . . . for someone whose bedrock, whose psychological wellbeing, is so incredibly dependent on other people, especially his parents and friends, I could see him being terrified of threatening that, even if it means he has to hide a part of who he is (perhaps unnecessarily).

There may be a degree of that where I'm projecting, because I had to deal with my dad being very heteronormative for a while after I realised I was gay, and even though I was certain he wouldn't reject me because of it, it felt easier to just not challenge that and let it slide because What If, you know?

But I feel like it makes sense for how Hank is, with his very tenuous relationship with feeling accepted, and I feel like this also accounts for why Emma 'saw' that he was straight in New X-Men, because he's wound himself into a psychological knot to the point where he reads as straight telepathically, even though he doesn't act like it and isn't.

If there weren't hints, I'd be inclined to be like, okay, maybe I'm just reading it this way because I see myself in Hank and him being a bit more like me makes me happy, but then there are GENUINE hints. The Exiles relationship, the fact that everyone basically treats Hank as Simon's emotional support, EVEN HIS GIRLFRIEND, and then the DeMatteis comment from Vera about how he flirts with everything this side of Boy George.

This isn't looking at pre-Krakoa Logan and Scott and thinking, yeah, they have tension, they want to fuck, this is looking at this guy who is extremely sex positive, flirtatious, open minded, and hearing from his girlfriend that he doesn't confine himself just to the purely feminine.

And it's also, like . . . like, I've talked about this with my boyfriend, and people love to throw out the YOU'LL JUST SHIP ANYTHING accusation, and maybe that's kinda true for some people, but I find I don't do that. Like, there are people out there who ship Hank with Cyclops, and I'm like . . . sure, fine. I don't personally see it, but you go for it, my dude.

If I genuinely did just want Hank to be an action figure that I smash with other action figures in a gay way, I feel like I'd have a stronger reaction, but instead, I look at the way he is with Bobby, and with Simon, and even, to a degree, with Logan (pre Krakoa, obvs), and I'm like . . . this is not the way a straight man acts. This reads as a bisexual man who doesn't feel like he can be 100% himself because he feels as though he's already asking a lot of people to accept him as he presents himself to be.

Hank's entire character from, like, moment one makes so much sense when you understand that he's basically always playing someone else. Sometimes it's who he wants to be, sometimes it's who he thinks other people need him to be, a lot of the time it's who people want him to be - like, I was reading the 2004 Nightcrawler solo the other day, and Kurt is internally narrating about how everyone on the X-Men is just an emotional basket case EXCEPT Hank, and I'm like . . . THIS.

THIS RIGHT HERE, is what the problem is! No-one on the X-Men is capable of seeing that Hank is constantly performing, and just how exhausting it is. That's why Simon is such a breath of fresh air, because Simon doesn't need him to perform, he just needs Hank to be . . . fuck, man, he just needs Hank to be happy, because that makes him happy, and the sheer lack of self-interest inherent in that dynamic is such a GIANT part of why I think Hank finds Simon so attractive. Like, imo, Scott's so insistent that Hank isn't gay during the New X-Men arc because of all of this, because he fell for the act, because he thinks this is just another joke that Hank is gonna duck behind.

Scott is SO INSISTENT that Hank isn't gay, and it's like, bro . . . Scoot . . . how do you know? You barely know what you want on a good day, and you think that just 'cause you and Hank hung around in the OG X-Men locker rooms for three years that you know him better than anyone else? He was on the Avengers and the Defenders and he has so many friends that you just DON'T KNOW ABOUT. How. Do. U. Kno. Scoot. Like, in universe, if Hank was working his way up to maybe coming out, and using the excuse of a joke to do it, THAT kind of reaction, and Emma TELLING him that he isn't gay, would push me RIGHT back in the closet.

If there wasn't coding, if there wasn't a genuine basis to this, it wouldn't have come up in Exiles, honestly. Like . . . okay, so multiversal stories are an excuse to do off the wall shit, right, and especially make characters gay just to push and prod and see what actually changes, right, like Governor Logan and Hercules, but they can also reveal a good amount of truth about a character out of what DOESN'T change.

And on a meta level, like, SOMETHING made Jeff Parker think Hank and Simon worked. He didn't pick Hank and Bobby, he didn't pick Hank and Hercules, he didn't pick Hank and Warren - Hank has NO shortage of male friendships you could pick from, but he picked Simon, and it's because there's enough there that even if you don't buy it for 616, it makes sense for a multiversal thing. Which means there's SOMETHING THERE.

And Ben Percy, cursed be his name, only added to that with X-Force. The idea that Simon is somehow going to be the catalyst for whatever awakening of classic, GOOD Hank is going to happen is just so . . . like, he still clearly cares for Abigail? They were on panel doing the eye socket thing? But, and this is partly because of who Abigail is, the narrative did not change because of her presence. But it does when Simon's around.

Yeah, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but sometimes a cigar is something to unpack. Like, I really Do Not Know how Hank became 'the straightest X-Man,' because A) have you fucking read Avengers and Defenders, and B) even discounting ALL of that . . . do you not find Hank's way of acting to be a little . . . you know . . . effete? Like, yeah, it's an act, he's playing the dandy, he's offsetting his appearance, but there are other things you can do to offset the Beast.

So why does he always go back to the brightly coloured suits, the loud fashion, the high energy, the camp, the billion dollar words - to put it bluntly, why does he always seem to act just a lil' fruity?

So, yes, in my mind, he's a closeted bisexual man, and that's how I play him. Thank you for coming to my lecture.

#vinial453 #outofmuffins #verse: all-new #verse: earth's mightiest!#verse: getting by #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #verse: another time and another place

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writingmysanity · 2 years

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Domestic

Because @grumpyoutlaw has zero shame and while it's not totally explicit... yet, you're killing me here my friend. You're going to make me end up writing NSFW for the first time in 8 years.

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Word count: 474

Sighing happily, you scrub at your skin with your towel, stretching the muscles in your back slowly as you lean over to wrap up your hair. Steam is still clouding the mirrors so you just wrap another towel around you before padding out into the room.

As if sensing your presence, Aryn starts babbling at you loudly from the living room, eyes locked on you excitedly, lifting herself to her knees, rocking back and forth before jutting her arm and leg out simultaneously, attempting to crawl towards you. Cooing down at her, you giggle, scooping her up, tickling her stomach. Squealing in laughter, she kicks a bit, bright eyes trained on you as you make your way towards the kitchen.

“Lunch is almost done,” VIktor calls to you gently, his back to you. Humming an affirmative, you slide her into her high chair, booping her nose, earning a brilliant grin as she slaps her hands down onto the tray in front of her. Laughing softly, you sneak up behind Viktor, watching him move about the kitchen. He hasn't noticed your presence quite yet, shifting around quietly, gracefully- no matter what he grumbled about being less than graceful with his cane.

Grinning to yourself, you tip toe up behind him, lifting yourself up as high as you can go, hand settling on the counter in front of him, catching his attention enough to make him freeze.

“Dov-?” shushing him, you press your lips to the back of his neck slowly, tongue flicking out to trail where you've kissed before nipping the skin gently. His breath sputters to a stop, hands clenching the sides of the counter as his head falls back towards you at your ministrations- eyes lidded, mouth slack.

“Domestic life suits you, Vik,” you hum against his skin, nosing at his pulse point, nipping at the junction of his neck, earning a breathy agreement, honey eyes zoning in on you.

“Aryn,” he grumbles a bit, you smile.

“Well, perhaps you'll get her to sleep for her nap here pretty quickly, hm?” spinning around to face you, he looks you up and down, pupils blown.

“That's my towel,” it's meant to be reproachful, but comes out breathy, fingers curling around his cane a little tighter. Grinning, you lean forward to press a kiss to the mole right above his lip, tongue darting out to the corner of his lips, humming when he chases your lips, eyes lidded.

“You'll have to take it back,” you assure him, stepping back, watching as his body automatically shifts to follow you until Aryn squeals at her place at the table, demanding her food.

“Tik Tok,” you sing, sliding back towards the room, clicking your tongue. Groaning, he moves towards his little girl, eyeing her.

“Come now, little one,” he huffs. “Let's eat and go to sleep… for papa.”

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The Deku Scrubs and Racism in Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask

Content Warning: Depiction of Racism, mention of cannibalism

I briefly touched on this in my Zelda video, but I wanna talk about the way the Deku in Majora's Mask are portrayed.

Zelda utilizes racial coding to depict nearly every group/race in the series. Racial coding if you're not aware is you apply traits associated with our real-world understanding of race, gender, disability and so on to non-human characters. It's neither inherently good nor bad to do and can enrich a story if used consciously and carefully.

It can also be done unintentionally without a storyteller realizing the implications often because they're repeating elements from stories they enjoy without catching these details.

It can also just be used maliciously in making harmful commentary using racial coding as a way to bypass any restrictions or legal issues that would come up in showing something directly. Much like queer coding, it also offers a form of plausible deniability.

A lot of cartoon characters wear gloves for instance because they were designed to embody minstrel caricatures popularized as a way to perpetuate Anti-Blackness. The practice of minstrelsy has never really died out, it's only changed and evolved with time.

Legend of Zelda uses that same coding in its storytelling. The Deku are plant people with a great deal of plant clothing and architecture. Their color also gives them a dark brown appearance which is common with a lot of the savage islander tropes used here.

They're also portrayed as prone to violence and anger, impatient and impulsive in how they wrongfully assume this monkey harmed their princess, and most notably they utilize the trope of boiling their victims alive as a scene of shock for the white explorer:

During the first section in the Southern Swamp, you can't even access the Deku palace as they don't welcome any outsiders except those the same race as them, not realizing that Link is a white boy with magic powers and has taken the form of their bodies (which is a thing all on its own in this context.)

Even then they don't welcome outsiders of any kind but only allow Deku Link entrance to witness a spectacle at a barbaric showing of publicly executing a monkey they believe has kidnapped the princess.

This is a trope commonly used toward several groups of people, many of them often lumped together as vaguely "brown" people, but you see it done with a lot of Native characters, Black people, Pacific Islanders, Asian folks, and many groups in South America. There's real-life overlap of these people--Afro-Indigenous and Latin Indigenous people exist for example--but the point in the eyes of a white gaze is to depict these as some evil and dangerous other to the horror of the white protagonist.

It conflates a lot with race, nationality, and ethnicity and which specific demographic of people will vary, but it's often done by portraying dark-skinned people of some kind in contrast to the civilized, rational white protagonist.

A lot of times this often goes hand in hand with the portrayal of cannibalism and blood rituals which isn't shown in Zelda, but to give an example of what this trope looks like, compare the visuals in Majora's Mask to the 1932 Mickey Mouse episode Trader Mickey:

Note: (you can watch the entire episode here if you'd like.)

There's an entire genre of film that utilizes the savage brown person in with the white explorer protagonist that go into this idea of framing whatever group of people it is weird, uncivilized, dangerous, and thoughtlessly impulsive often utilizing white fears of the "other" to portray them as beings of horror.

Often these films had usually one "good" brown person and often would have a lone woman character, usually the tribe leader's daughter who was objectified for the protagonist and audience and was usually portrayed as the only civilized or "good" ones, often exoticized and hypersexualized. If she wasn't, she was often abused into submission for the white character.

Also adding to this is the...everything about the Woodfall temple and the boss, Odolwa leaning into the same tropes.

I bring this up mostly as a way to provide an educational resource for other Zelda fans so we have a better frame of knowledge to not reproduce these narratives in fanart, fanfics, and so on. Majora's Mask is my favorite Zelda game! But that doesn't mean it's above critique especially in how it utilizes racial coding.

I'm deliberately avoiding showing more graphic imagery of film examples to make this as not triggering as possible, but cannibalism is a common element in these portrayals as well.

This kind of imagery pops up in quite a few Nintendo games and outside the gaming sphere as well. Off the top of my head, there's Kirby Superstar with Wham Bam Rock as portrayed in the SNES version and the Spear guys from the Mario brothers series.

Here's the Zelda Gerudo video if you haven't seen it before.

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cyanide-sippy-cup · 8 months

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Middle of the night but I gotta talk about some frustrations. 'Cause you know what pisses me off? The mainstreaming popularization of punk. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing it become more popular and I love seeing people discover themselves and the culture. I mean, I got into it from a young age with RATM, for crying out loud.

The problem is that when something becomes more and more popular, you get a lot of... unsavory types. And I'm not even talking about the Tiktok punks that do it for the fashion and the "cool factor" (ignore how punks weren't considered cool and actually disregarded and disrespected as a group of "radicals" and "unsightly" which is what makes punk punk to begin with) and talk about "posers" but then the moment you ask them about their favorite local band or even their opinions about the BLM protests or Drag Queen Story Hour the real them *cough* bigot *cough* comes out. I'm talking about how everywhere you turn, there's an increasing erase of the culture and history, and it's turned into yet another thing for cis white people to use to make up for their lack of culture.

Punk is based in queerness and blackness. Period. That is an undeniable fact. It is a culture started and rooted by black musicians which then bled into the equally black queer community. It is impossible, when you go through the origins, to separate the three. From the fashion to the music, we owe everything to them.

And it's just like what happened with the gay community. A massively marginalized group, technically allowed to live in society but not allowed to be our true selves. And then, like, you have super famous and historic movements lead by black activists through the 60s to 80s. And progress is finally made. Huge celebration. We're finally allowed in public, we start appearing on TV again. But then fast forward to modern day, and white people, like we've always done, we get our grubby little paws on it. And we scrub at it in all the soap we can until any instance of black or brown is gone. And then we claim it as ours. Everybody acknowledges where it started, but nobody celebrates it. In fact, we put down black people in our community. We appropriate their culture and their language, because stealing your voice is actually our way of celebrating you so you should be happy. We make movies of those movements, and we erase any evidence of them ever having been there.

And it's relatively the same thing here. The more mainstream it gets, the more people are doing it to be performative, the more we erase and cover up the "unseemly" history that makes it so beautiful in the first place.

And, like, I'm white and I'm pissed/tired. I can't imagine how black punks feel. Cause, like, think for a minute. Some group decides they want in but they don't like how it is, they want it their way. The "correct" way. So they begin to "kick out" everybody who they don't want, appropriate everything they like about it, and rewrite and recontextualize the history that made it. Isn't that, like, the textbook definition of fascism? The whole thing we're trying to take down? Like come on.

And to the white punk/gays who read this and got confused or upset. No, I'm not saying there aren't any white punks. No, I'm not saying there weren't white gays from the get go. Nobody is saying you can't be white and punk. The point of this post is, just, be a good person. Respect, acknowledge, celebrate the culture that created this thing we love. The gay community that we know is specifically a product of blackness and black efforts. Stop appropriating them, start learning how to celebrate them properly.

#this rant was brought to you by an aggravated sleep deprived person seeing two videos back to back being completely wrong #sorry if anything is misspelled or slightly incorrect or incoherent #I'm running on like four hours of sleep in about three days total and i wrote this at midnight #ish #punk #punk culture #queer culture #ramblings #ranting #the white washing of everything is horrific and i feel like nobody else in white circles wanna talk about it #we're so far up our own asses not only can we not see our own prejudice we don't even understand what it means

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aspecbuddie · 2 months

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💚💚💚Happy Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week!!!! 💚💚💚

Here are all 3 of my aromantic Eddie Diaz fics, for anyone who's interested 🥰

Please Stay With Me Until I Close My Eyes (10k)

So yeah, he’s sleeping better than he ever has, and has no idea why. Until things are stable enough that he’s allowed to return home, return to his kid, and despite the knowledge that they’re both under the same roof, he’s back to his normal – inferior – quality of sleep, and he knows. He sleeps better with Buck beside him. - Eddie and Buck realise over lockdown that they sleep better when they share a bed, and come up with a way to make things easier for each other even after Eddie moves back home. (Spoiler: It's not always easy)

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Tell Me There’s A Reason That You’re Here (2.8k)

a part 2 to Please Stay With Me Until I Close My Eyes (could probably be read as a standalone)

“Chris went down a rabbit hole on the way here.” Buck perks up immediately, the soft energy of before immediately transformed into excitement. “Ooooh nice! What was it this time?” “He… uh…” Eddie fumbles, as if it hasn’t been the only thing on his mind since Chris told him. “One of his friends came out as… something. I can’t remember what exactly, but Chris has been researching loads of LGBT stuff that I’ve never heard of before and telling me about it.” “Makes sense,” Buck says. “I bet his friend will be happy about that.” Eddie smiles. “Yeah, that’s true.” “But…?” Buck prompts. “It sounds stupid, but a couple of the things he was telling me about… they just… I don’t know.” “Something clicked?” Buck suggests gently. Eddie just nods. - Eddie learns more about the queer community - and himself

(on ao3, just in time for aro week!)

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I Accept Myself And It's All Your Fault (1.8k)

“I don’t feel proud,” he admits quietly. “Oh.” “I mean. I’m gonna have fun. But you’re going as an out bi man, Hen and Karen are going as out queer women, Ravi is going as an out queer person. Lucy, Josh, Bosko – they’re all out and proud. The rest of us are going with you guys as allies. At least that’s what everyone else is going to think, right? I mean, no one…” He scrubs a hand down the side of his face, shaking his head. “You’re the only person that knows I’m aromantic and asexual, Buck. I haven’t even come out to my own kid. And I know you don’t have to be out to be at Pride, but it just… it feels weird.” - The 118 are off to pride, Eddie is struggling

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#aromantic eddie diaz #aro week #aromantic awareness week #aromantic #aroace eddie diaz #aspecbuddie fic #911 fic #eddie diaz #queerplatonic buddie

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