#shes gonna take my lgbtq shit

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

okay but. imagine cowboy!reader is actually very educated. pro-LGBTQ, pro-choice, BLM, acab. very big speaker and doesn't take shit. BUT everyone thinks he isn't gonna educated and such until they're on a case dealing with like a trans kid and he's the first one to step up and comfort the kid and such. man im in the rabbit hole.

Allergies (Not Really)

No no no no no but the way I've started one where something of this theme happens (I don't want to give too much away aha)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: transphobia, sad reader :( (i teared up a little ngl - it's not sad, he's just sad), guns, bullet wound, fighting, briefly mentions some murders to set the scene a bit, someone calls reader a redneck

Also I just want to say that the relationship between Mia and (Y/N) is completely platonic, maybe familial (a bit older brother-y or fatherly) not anything else. Just because I'm panicking because they spend a lot of time joking about and I wanna make that clear.

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax

Your blood boils when you hear the case, an unsub has been targeting young families (parents and three kids all under the age of sixteen). The last family had a survivor, a twelve-year-old transgender girl named Mia, who was currently in the hospital being treated for a variety of injuries.

Your jaw clenches as you read the hospital report, whilst it wasn't too long (thankfully), you knew she would still have a lot to work through mentally.

"You alright over there, Eastwood?" Morgan asks.

"Just angers me, is all," You answer, not feeling the need to elaborate, feeling the source of your anger being fairly self-explanatory. You miss the concerned look Rossi and Hotch share. 

A few hours later, the jet landed, once everyone was situated at the police station, you turned to the team.

"I'm gonna head to the hospital, make sure Mia's okay," You said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rossi’s the one that says it, but you can see everyone's thinking the same thing. 

"Wha- Why wouldn't it be?... Oh I see," You say as the penny finally drops and it clicks, "Y'all think 'cause I'm from the South I'm against her bein' herself?" You sigh softly, rubbing the back of your neck, "Have I not proved myself yet?"

No one says anything for a moment, shocked by the hurt that flashes in your eyes, before they can, you pick your hat back up, settling it on your head, "I'm headin' to the hospital,” You mumble, leaving the room before anyone can say anything.

When you leave the room, you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. 'Not crying,' You try and convince yourself, 'allergies.' You trying to ignore the fact you know, 100%, that you don't have any allergies. 

You get into one of the SUV's and begin making your way to the hospital, ignoring your phone as it lit up with various concerned messages.

The receptionist was a nice woman and was quick to show you to Mia's room (after staring at you hungrily for a few minutes). You gave a small knock before walking in.

"Are you here to tell me I'm too young to know myself as well?" 

You furrow your eyebrows, "No, who told you that?" 

"One of the nurses," She answers with a shrug. 

"You know which one?" 

"The guy with brown hair," She shrugs as she answers, "It's fine though, happens all the time." 

"I personally don't think y'all are too young to realise who you are," You said with a shrug, "I think anyone who thinks that is trynna hide their bias by invalidatin' your identity."

Mia looks at you for a moment, "I like you." She states, "I thought you were going to be against it." 

"I've been gettin' that a lot today, it would seem," You mumble before your head snaps to the door, relaxing when it's just JJ. "Anyway, I'm (Y/N), this is my colleague, Agent Jareau. Mia, you a'right if we ask you a few questions?" 

"Sure,"

"Could you run us through what happened that night?"

"Mum and dad were cooking. We were all sitting at the table doing our homework, and someone knocked on the door." Mia began, "They asked me to open the door, and he grabbed me and put a gun to my head. He shot my dad, then-"

You gave her a small, encouraging smile, "You're doin' great,"

"Did you get a look at the person that did this?" JJ asked, when Mia nodded, she continued, "What did they look like?"

Your eyes widen in worry as the heart machine next to Mia picks up, as does her breathing. You pull yourself together and turn your attention to her, "Mia? Mia, hey," Your voice is soft as you kneel next to her, "You need to take some deep breaths for me sweetheart,"

"Can't-"

You nod at her, "Yes, yes you can," You encourage, "Deep breaths, in, one, two, three, four, five, and out. That was good, keep going," 

It takes a moment, but her breathing evens out and she appeared to be less anxious, "There we go," You grin, "Told ya," 

"Okay, Texas," Your jaw drops slightly, the joke catching you off guard. 

"That's not fair, I can't even say anythin' back without bullin' a child," 

"Ha ha." She responds, you throw your hands up in the air, smiling when she laughs at you. 

JJ rolls her eyes slightly at you with a small smile as the doctor walks in with a few nurses for a routine checkup. Your eyebrows furrow when you see a male nurse with brown hair. Your eyes flick to the name badge, 'Darren', assuming this is the same nurse, you make a mental note of his name.

"We'll be just outside, a'right?"

Her hand shoots out, clinging onto your sleeve, "No! Don't leave!" She looks at you slightly hesitantly, "Please?"

"Hey, hey, it's a'right, I'll stay here," You answer, eyes flicking down to her for a moment before turning to JJ.

"Hotch wants me to go with Morgan to the scene," JJ said, "You good here? I'll let him know,"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good here and thanks," You give a small smile.

When the doctor and nurses left, you turned to Mia, "That nurse you mentioned earlier? The brown-haired one? Was he in the room just now?" 

Mia nodded, "Yeah,"

"Had a name badge on, name Darren?" Mia nodded once more. "Alright, I'll be back in a moment,"

"Where are you going?"

"I just want a quick word with this Darren fella," You shrug, seeing the look on Mia's face you roll your eyes slightly, "Don't you worry your little head about it, I'm not gonna hurt him or anythin'."

"Okay..." She said.

"Is that a'right?"

Mia shrugged, "Sure." You nodded before exiting the room.

Furrowing your eyes when you came face to face with Rossi, "Howdy, I'm just popping out for a few," You said. 

Rossi nodded, walking into the room after you had left. "I'm Agent Rossi," He said, "I work with (Y/N),"

"The cowboy?"

"Yeah, the cowboy," Rossi huffs a small laugh as he sits in his seat. "Have the staff here been treating you okay?"

Mia shrugs, "Yeah," She answers, "There was one nurse but I think Texas has gone to sort him out or something. He might beat him up."

Rossi smiles slightly, "Texas?" 

"Yeah, the cowboy," She said, "I think he's frustrated that everyone keeps assuming he's going to be against me being trans... I'd be frustrated too, I think," She added after a moment's thought. 

You leave Mia, now feeling slightly better that Rossi will be there whilst you're gone. Spotting your target, you speed up.

"Excuse me! Nurse?" The man turns towards you, Darren. "I just wanted to have a word with you about Mia?"

You watch as Darren shifts uncomfortably. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say that perhaps telling someone they're too young to understand 'emselves probably doesn't make 'em feel a whole lotta good about 'emselves."

Darren looks you up and down slightly as he takes a few steps towards you. "And what exactly do you know?" He scoffs, "I'm surprised a redneck such as yourself can read and write."

"That's some nice deflection there," You said sarcastically, trying not to let it show how much the stereotypes flung into your face hurt. "Just... don't be a dick. If you don't understand somethin', look it up. I'm sure you can read. So perhaps do your research before you project onto a twelve year old girl." With that, you give a forced smile before turning on your heels and head back to Mia's room.

"Welp, that outta have done it," You give a lopsided grin, "A'right Rossi?" 

"I'm fine Kid, you okay?" 

"Yes sir," You answered, "I might grab myself a drink, y'all want anything?"

Mia laughs, "Y'all?"

"Rossi, Imma need your assistance, I'm getting bullied by a twelve year old," 

"Sorry, Kiddo, can't help you there." He chuckled, "I will ask that you grab me a coffee though."

"Coming right up!" 

Hours later, she's sat up on the bed whilst you're sat on a chair (a rather uncomfortable one) next to the bed, Rossi having left an hour ago, both of your gazes focused on a small, empty glass bottle that stood on the overbed tables. Each armed with a small piece of string as a makeshift lasso. 

"You're not a very good cowboy, are you?" Mia observes as you miss once more. 

"Hey, I haven't done this in a while," 

"How longs a while? Never?" She asked, throwing the lasso perfectly once more. 

"I'll have you know its been, okay so it's been like ten years, a'right? You were two last time I had to lasso something," 

"Wow, you're old." 

"I had no idea twelve year olds were so mean, you're about to make a grown man cry,"

Mia gave a laugh, you quickly joining in. You flung the lasso half-heartedly, eyes widening as it hit its target perfectly. "Yeehaw!" 

"Yeehaw? Seriously? You're so lame." You jaw dropped once more. You both jumped as gunshots echoed throughout the hospital, you sat up straight, immediately turning to Mia.

"Mia, I need you to take this," You handed your phone over to her, "The pass code is 1999, okay? You need to phone Hotch. Lock the door behind me, go into the bathroom and lock that door too, okay?"

Mia looked up at you with wide, scared eyes, "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'm gonna be absolutely fine, a'right?" When she nodded, you gave her a smile, "Don't open this door until I tell you to, or Hotch phones and says to okay?" 

You shut the door, not moving until you heard it lock in place. When you heard the soft click, you nodded to yourself as you began to make your way towards sound.

Seeing a nurse, you jogged up to her, "Ma'am, try and get everyone into their rooms, tell them not to come out, okay?" The nurse nods and runs off. You continue cautiously towards the sound of gunshots, revolver clutched in your hands.

When you find him, he's holding a person close to his chest, what with that and the people running past you, you don't have a clear shot. You meeting eyes with the wide yes of the hostage against his chest, you look at her, giving a small nod as you inch closer. 

When the moment's right, she ducks her head, pulls her elbow back, before slamming it into the guy's ribs. As he curls over, she wiggles out of her grasp, joining the others in fleeing. With a sigh, you brace yourself before charging at the man, tackling him to the floor.

It takes a moment for the unsub to recover, in that time you've delivered a few blows to his face, both of your guns falling during the tackle. He's quick to flip you over, he aims for the torso first, delivering a handful of well-aimed punches. Next, he takes a fist of your hair, slamming your head into the floor. Once, twice, three times before you get the momentum needed to push him off you.

You staggered up, paying no mind to the pain in your head throbbing in beat with your pulse, the blood on the side of you head that's slowly dripping into your eye, or the ache that's spread through your abdomen. You had to either distract this guy until the team got here or knock him out. Either way, you weren't about to let yourself pass out and let this bastard hurt Mia.

As you're breathing deeply through the pain, the unsub has stood, he (however) is not as chivalrous, so he takes the moment make his way over to you. He grabs your shoulders as he pulls his knee to your groin, pushing you to the floor as you double over in pain. Happy with having the advantage, he continues to aim cheap blows to your sides.

Despite this, you stumble up once more, you keeping your left arm wrapped close to your ribs on your right. They were definitely bruised as a minimum. You duck the punch sent your way, wincing slightly as it pulls on your arm and ribs. Both of your eyes lock on the gun at the same time as the pair of you dive for it. He reaches it first, gripping it tightly in his hands as you immediately go for it, to loosen his grip, anything you can think of.

There's a bang and you grunt as a bullet enters the top of your left arm, adding insult to injury. Okay, so disarming him didn't really work.

"FBI!" You sigh in relief as the unsub is pulled away from you, letting your head fall against the cold floor with your eyes closed - trying to get a grip on the pain. You listen as they cuff the bastard before dragging him out of the hospital. You let your eyes flutter open as you begin to push yourself off of the floor. 

"I'm fine," You mumbled, shrugging Hotch's hands off you, "I'm fine, check on Mia."

"Morgan, stay with (Y/N)."

When Hotch is gone, you turn to Morgan, "I'm fine, go help Hotch."

"Sorry, got my order," Morgan said with a shrug. You don't answer, as much as you don't want to admit it, the pain was really starting you affect your headspace. You felt like you couldn't think. "Come on, let's get you checked out." 

You shook your head, "No, I need to check on Mia first," You mumbled, giving a low groan as you pushed yourself up. 

"Alright, lead the way," Morgan said. You don't answer, simply forcing one foot in front of the other until you're back at Mia's room.

"Is he okay?!" You hear Mia's question through the door.

"He's okay," You hear Hotch reassuring her.

"Then where is he?! He said he'd be here as soon as he could!" Mia's panic causes your eyebrows to furrow, "Oh god, he's dead, isn't he?"

You push the door open, trying to look as put together as possible for Mia, not wanting her to panic. "I'm very much alive, thank you very much," You say.

"I thought he killed you!" She exclaims, rushing towards you. You groan when Mia flings her arms around you, burying her head in your chest and she immediately steps back, seeing the blood her eyes widen. "Holy shit he shot you?!"

"Hey, language," 

"Sorry Texas," She grins, and you roll your eyes. 

"Texas?" Morgan grins, "Oh, that is so sticking around,"

You groan slightly, "Seriously?"

"Seriously." 

You turn to Mia, "Thanks kid," You say sarcastically.

"No problem, old man." Your jaw drops once more.

"I don't know if my ego can take all these insults," 

"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about I would never do such a thing to y'all," She says, trying her best to do an impersonation, giggling slightly at the look of disbelief on your face. 

"That- Now that was just a bridge too far-" You barely get the sentence out before you're huffing a laugh (and then wincing because of said laugh).

"Alright, come on, Texas," Derek smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Let's go get you checked out."

You weren’t too injured (thankfully), minus the bullet wound, it was mostly just bruises. Eventually, you were all stitched up and laid in a hospital bed - which you hated, but Hotch had glared at you when you went to protest. 

A soft knock echoed through the door before it opened, a blonde woman poking her head round. You frowned slightly, not recognising her.

"Hi, I'm Mia's aunt," The woman says and you straighten up (ignoring the discomfort).

"Ma'am," You said with a nod.

"I just wanted to say thank you," 

"What for?" You furrowed your eyebrows as she raised hers, motioning to your current state. "Ma'am I was just doing my job."

"Well, either way, thank you." 

You give a small smile, "No worries, Ma'am."

“I’m going to be her guardian now that-” Mia’s aunt paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before she continued, “After everything and I really appreciate what you did for her.”

You give her a small smile, “Of course, Ma’am.”

She gives you one last smile as she leaves the room, “Oh, agent?” You look at her, “Is it alright if I bring Mia in? We’re about to head off and she wanted to say goodbye.”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah, of course,” 

When the door closes, you push yourself the best you can, the door opens a few minutes later and Mia walks in.

“How y’all healin’?”

“First, I wouldn’t say y’all if it’s just one person,” You said, rolling your eyes, “Second, I’m doin’ a’right,”

“You missed like seven letters in that sentence,” She laughs, you huff a small laugh, forcing a wince down.

“It’s an art form,” You reply. "Your aunt seems nice,"

“She is, I’m going to live with her,” Mia says, smiling, “She lives in California. I can’t wait, apparently my uncle’s been getting a room ready for me,”

“That’s great,” You smiled. "How are you feeling in yourself?" 

"I'm okay," Mia said with a shrug, "I know it's going to be a while until I'm back to one hundred percent, but I'm willing to put in the work."

"Smart kid," You said, "You'll be okay." 

"Oh, Aunty Meg you should have been there earlier! Texas was all like 'how are y'all doin'?' And he made lassos but he was absolutely useless with one and the last time he used one was when I was two and…"

Mia's voice faded as you looked at the hat on the table for a moment, lightly taking it in your own hands, brushing over the material lightly with the pad of your thumb. It was one of your favourite hats. You looked up, seeing the grin on Mia's face as she did her best cowboy impressions, you smiled. "Hey, I think you'll find, every southerner - impersonator or not - needs their very own hat," You said, reaching over to place it on her head. "Perfect, a true southerner!"

"Well I'll be damned!" Mia exclaimed, tilting the hat slightly. 

"Come on, we need to make a move," Mia's aunt said. "I think Uncle Jack's getting restless waiting for us,"

Mia nodded, reaching up and taking the hat off before handing it over to you. You shook your head. 

"Nah, you keep it kiddo, I've got hundreds." You give her a smile. 

Mia walked forward, clinging onto you as she buried her head in your chest, you ignored the dull ache that flared up in your chest as you hugged her back, "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too, kiddo," You say, lifting one hand to wipe at your eyes. 

"Are you crying?" Mia asked softly. 

"No." You answered, "I've got allergies."

You wait for Mia to let go before you do, you gave her a small smile, "See you later, a'right?" She nodded, quickly wiping her eyes. 

"See you later Texas," 

The door shut quietly behind the two of them and you were enveloped once more in silence.

Whilst everyone was wrapping up the case, you were sitting in a hospital bed, bored out of your skull. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, sneaking past the nurses and doctors as you made your way outside, wanting some fresh air. 

You sat yourself down opposite the hospital in the grass, letting yourself pluck a blade of grass from the ground, running it through your fingers as you lost yourself in your thoughts. 

You kept your eyes trained on the grass as Hotch sat down next to you. The pair of you sitting in silence for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“‘M fine, sir,” The answer rolls off your tongue. “Nothing to worry about,”

“If you want to get something off your chest, you can always talk to me,” 

“I know, Hotch,” You said, “I just… struggle with the whole talkin’ about how you’re feelin’,”

Hotch nods in understanding, for someone who doesn’t talk about it, you sure do end up giving a lot away. You both sit in silence.

"I know people think I'm stupid," You mumble, staring intently at the blade of grass between your fingers as you spoke, "I know I have that Southern drawl," You exaggerate your accent slightly before continuing, "That I don't exactly talk like y'all. I know some just see me as some redneck, but I can hold my own. I ain't stupid. And I certainly ain't no bigot."

"I know, we all know that." Hotch replies.

"But you didn't." You pointed out before sighing, "Whatever, it doesn't matter..."

"We were concerned because there was no way could have known."

"You could've just trusted me," You said, “I have, in no way, given any of y’all a reason to believe that I am against anyone in that community. And I get it, I do, it just… stings, is all.”

Hotch doesn’t speak, unsure of what to actually say. Because he did jump to conclusions, they all did.

"I think if she didn't have any family I would have adopted her, or at least tried to, anway," Your eyebrows are furrowed, gaze deepening at the blade of grass as you tore it apart in your hands. "But, hey, she's happy, that's the main thing and her aunt seems like a lovely woman."

With that, you push yourself off of the grass, ignoring the ache that shoots through your body. Leaving Hotch sat on the curb with a frown as you limped back into the hospital for one final check-up before your flight.

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, “Fuckin’ allergies.”

#cowboy reader #x male reader #x reader #reader #male reader #criminal minds x male reader #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #derek morgan #david rossi #bau x male reader #bau x reader #bau x cowboy reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds

[silamander]

Random Hatchetfield headcanons in no particular order.

In honor of Cinderella's Castle being fully funded, have my silly little thoughts about Hatchetfield and it's residents (A few of these I yoinked from Tumblr so they're mine now :3)

Richie and Pete are both autistic. Grace is too but she has lower functioning autism.

Pete’s special interest is horror movies/special effects. Grace and Richie's special interests are…pretty obvious. But Richie also loves Godzilla and Grace loves the supernatural.

Jon Matteson said that Paul might be autistic, so I take that as canon. On top of that he has undiagnosed depression and anxiety.

Paul has two siblings. One being Gary, his little brother. And his older sister, who he lives with, who is actually Richie's mother. Richie's father died when he was very young so Paul stepped up to help his sister and nephew financially, and he’s the closest thing Richie has to a father figure.

For someone who used to tell Gary and his sister that he'd never have kids, Paul adores Richie and tries his absolute best to be the father he never had.

Boy Jerry is Paul and Gary’s cousin.

Ruth and Richie probably met when they were really young & both were lonely & in need of a friend. Like walking up on the playground “you wanna be friends?” “Yeah!” type of deal.

Paul and Charlotte were friends in middle school-high school.

Gary decorates his house like a suburban white mom, those rustic white letters in the kitchen, everything labeled in slightly stretched text, that type of thing.

In the proshot for NPMD, Ms. Chasity uses the correct pronouns for Ziggy. So I headcanon that The Chasity family, despite being hardcore christians, respect the LGBTQ community.

The most lethal weapon in all of Hatchetfield is Grace Chasity’s puppy dog eyes.

Charlotte’s sweater was a birthday gift from Ted. He made her swear not to tell anyone it came from him. He has a reputation, y’know?

Paul uses his phone like a grandma, he puts on the glasses to read and everything.

Gary knows how to play the piano.

Ted loves Steph and treats her like his sister. He's so proud of Peter for not only pulling one of the most popular girls in school, but that same girl is helping him with his self image and confidence.

Charlotte does yarn crafts (like knitting and crochet and cross stitch and shit) to get her anger out because stabby stabby.

Barry Swift is fully, completely, absolutely, 100% gay and in denial about it. Also he and Gary are childhood friends (to feed the Attorney in a hurry fans).

The people who went to Sycamore are, in no particular order; Paul Matthews, Charlotte Sweetly, Sam Sweetly, Gary Goldstein, Barry Swift, Karen & Mark Chasity, Dan Reynolds, Nora Beanie, and Melissa Nolastname.

Grace is the type of girl who says she hates drama and gossip but she knows all the drama at Hatchetfield High.

Like Paul, Gary is also autistic.

Paul drives Richie, Steph, Pete, Grace and Ruth everywhere. Paul likes all of Richie's friends even if they're a little weird (he finds Grace a little obnoxious though but he's not gonna say it)

Steph says Paul’s aesthetic is “Cardboardcore”

Pete is just the most attentive and perceptive partner ever. In every sense of the words. He picks up on every little detail. Steph had a bad day? Pete instantly knows how to cheer her up. Steph is excited about something and needs to talk about it? Hey babe what’s up tell me all about it. Pete’s the type to start keeping snacks on hand because he knows Steph’s internal clock and that she always forgets to eat and then gets hangry after a few hours.

When Stephanie is exhausted she literally makes no sense, she babbles the most nonsensical bullshit.

Barry Swift has ADHD and OCD.

Gary wears those blue pinstripe pajamas. With the lil hat too.

Paul has the most unorganized and dirty room for some reason, like he never even bothered decorating it.

Sam and Charlotte were high school sweethearts and kinda rushed into marriage soon after graduating.

Gary wanted to buy a Wiggly doll for Richie.

Steph’s ripped jeans had small holes in them when she bought them and her dad made fun of her for buying something already broken so she made the holes bigger out of spite.

Grace has asked Steph, Pete, Richie and Ruth at least 3 times if they would still love her if she was a worm.

Gary unironically refers to Facebook as "the book of faces”

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetfield universe #hatchetverse #hatchetfield headcanon #starkid headcanon #stephanie lauter #pete spankoffski #grace chasity #richie lipschitz #ted spankoffski #charlotte sweetly #gary goldstein #boy jerry #barry swift #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday #nerdy prudes must die #lautski #attorney in a hurry #paul matthews the autistic icon

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Remember how you showed that Astruc once stated at teenage years, Chloe and basically everyone is suppose to grow and gain their own moral compasses from their parents (https://www.tumblr.com/immaturityofthomasastruc/665433374354194432/one-thing-i-dont-like-about-astruc-is-that-he)

Uh no, not always true. I'm gonna go a little personal on my own life on how this is wrong.

I grew up in a religious/conservative household. Almost every family member that I had was either religious (mainly Christian or Catholic) and/or voted Republican. I was taught that marriage was only between man and woman, that Democrats were socialist communists, that X was a sin in God's eyes, etc...and while I wouldn't say that my family were abusive, their teachings gave me some sort of emotional affect on me until I became a teenager in middle school.

This is where I came out as bi, learned more about LGBTQ, hell I was even AFRAID of coming out to my parents; scared that they would disown me. Luckily, they didn't. However, to this day, my mom still doesn't believe me while my dad is more tolerable of it.

It wasn't until my early-mid 20s that I finally started to gain that independence away from my parents. Where I began to question religion, where I began to see both political parties as rotten and toxic, I began to develop my own ideologies. Yes, I did develop them when I was still in school, but it wasn't until around my adulthood that I finally went through the stage of developing physically and mentally. Basically, puberty came back to me around my 20s and continued where it left off.

Also, does Astruc not know that the brain doesn't stop maturing until age 25? Like, no shit, Chloe is still gonna act up because she is a CHILD! You just don't wake up one day and go "Hooray! I'm finally a mature person!" No, it takes time and effect to develop, change, and mature.

So no Astruc, not every teen gains that independence or moral compass away from their parents either due to their beliefs still affecting them or not going through the mental or physical stage you were suppose to go through during puberty.

P.S. I do apologize if this is too long or too personal. Especially during the puberty part. I was only giving out what I'd learned growing up and what I went through when developing myself.

Don't worry, I didn't think any of this was inappropriate, and your story raises a good point.

It's really weird, because teenagers are usually depicted in pop culture as being wildly irresponsible, not being moral paragons who have their lives in order. If this is what he really believes, you have to wonder what exactly he was like as a teenager, or if he was embezzling the truth of not.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #thomas astruc #thomas astruc salt

[willalove75]

the way you CLAPPED back at that person >>>

honestly though.. where did they find the bloody audacity - and to do it anonymously too?!?

the audacity to say that a bisexual has no right to be in the community if they are/have been with men is actually absurd. are we going to start excluding every lesbian, bisexual etc who’s ever had a male relationship in the past now?!

like god fucking forbid a bisexual writes fan wIw fiction and has a husband?!? (i think it's epic your husband supports u btw) and idk where i’d be without your wlw writinggggg

in the most non respectful way possible i hope they get what's coming to them because that's the most conservative (capital c) shit i've read in a while. some people need to take the stick out their arse and feel the breeze up there just for a damn reality check

and in my honest opinion lady d would probs devour a woman who’s had previous male relationships just to prove that she's better

Hahahah thank you so much!!!💕💕

Right?! Like if you're gonna be so loud with such a horrible opinion, at least have the balls and not hide behind the anon button!

And that's what I'm saying!! Like if you're reallyyyy gonna go there the only members that they'll consider to be "valid" LGBTQ+ at the end of the day are the gold star gays and lesbians and that's wrong both morally and literally on so many different levels I can't even begin to count.

Who someone has been with, dates or marries should (and at the end of the day does, thankfully) have absolutely NO bearing on what fics they write!! Because that truthfully doesn't matter!! And thank you! It continues to amaze me that I was lucky enough to marry someone who is so incredibly supportive, especially because there are definitely guys who would feel threatened or something by their wives writing stuff like that. (They shouldn't, but it does happen) And I'm so grateful to have his support all the time💕

Hahah thank youuuu!!! It really means so much when people say how much they enjoy what I write. It definitely helps give me the confidence to keep going!

But me too!!! Honestly if they didn't mention the "lesbian/sapphic spaces" part I would almost be convinced that a straight dude wrote it to be a mega troll bc that's 100% the kind of energy it gives off. Conservative (with a capital C) is SO ACCURATE! (Also, I haven't heard the term "knocked up" be used that much since like, 2007 LOL)

NO BUT YOU'RE SO RIGHT LMAOOOO she would 100% be like "a man thing? Really? Let me show you what real pleasure is supposed to feel like" and fucking GO TO TOWN😂😂😂

#willalove75 #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu

[sixhours]

Chapter 11 - The Ghosts of Babylon

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

You’re napping on your cot in the clinic when the walkie at your belt scratches out your name. You rub your eyes, fumbling for the switch.

“Here,” you mutter, sitting up.

“Got a situation, patroller with a busted leg,” someone says.

“Okay, bring them in.”

“Gonna need to make a house call, doc. Meet us at the east gate.”

“Copy that. Out.”

Shit.

Patrol was rough and sometimes things went sideways–Theresa told you as much–but you’ve never had to leave the settlement before. You pick up the med kit, double-check to make sure you have everything you need, and grab your down jacket.

There are two men on horseback waiting for you. You know one is Eliot, and the other…is Joel.

Well, this will be interesting.

Joel gives you a barely perceptible nod. “She can ride with me.”

You raise an eyebrow at the too-easy double entendre, and you swear you see the hint of a smirk before his face drops back into a gruff mask and he puts out a hand to help you up. You can’t ignore the flush of heat that courses through you at his touch, an embarrassing Pavlovian response. You know what those hands are capable of, and you remember all too well where they were last night. You wonder, in a flash of helpless depravity, if you could still smell your slick on his fingers. It doesn’t help that you’re forced to press your whole damn body against his back just to stay on the horse.

Fuck, this is going to be a day.

“You know how to use this?” he asks over his shoulder, holding up a pistol.

“I might.”

He scoffs as you take the gun, check the safety, then tuck it into the back of your jeans.

“Shouldn’t need it, but y’never know,” he says.

When the gates close with a thud , you feel your chest constrict. You’ve lived within the safety of Jackson’s walls for months, too used to its creature comforts. You tighten your grip slightly around Joel’s waist as he nudges the horse to a fast trot, Eliot riding ahead. Your ass is already starting to hurt.

“How far out?” you ask, trying to keep your voice light.

“Couple hours’ ride; we’re camped at the southeastern outpost.”

“What happened?”

“Allan’s horse got spooked and threw her.”

“...Theresa Allan?”

There’s a pause. “Yeah.”

“You said it was a break?”

“Uh-huh. Bone went through the skin…can’t move her until it’s set and splinted.”

“Shit.”

You shift in the saddle, trying to take some pressure off your tailbone, your thighs already aching from the effort of keeping your balance. Joel seems to notice.

“Woulda thought you’d have experience on horseback, comin’ from Nebraska.”

“I’m not from Nebraska. I grew up in New York. I was a city kid.”

“So…how’d you end up at the Omaha QZ?”

“It’s a long and uninteresting story.”

“We got time.”

You let out a deep sigh.

“Alright. I was finishing my residency at a hospital in Maine when the outbreak happened. Managed to get out alive with a…group.

“We protected each other. My medical experience was useful, so I guess I had more luck than some. Just happened to land in Omaha at some point, and that was home…until it wasn’t.”

In your defense, this is all true, save for the destination and the fact that the “group” in question was FEDRA. Your story is the same as countless others, and it comes so naturally, it doesn’t feel like lying…not exactly.

“You were right about the uninteresting part,” Joel says dryly, but there’s a teasing lilt in his voice. “I’m fallin’ asleep over here.”

You clamp down on a smirk, kicking the back of his leg with your boot.

“Asshole.”

~*~

Theresa is ashen and shivering under a moth-eaten wool blanket when you finally arrive at the outpost, which is little more than a shack in the woods. She greets you with a shaky smile through gritted teeth.

“Hey, babe. Fancy…meeting you…here.”

You wince in sympathy. “Can I take a look?”

She nods, teeth clattering as you pull back the blanket and a blood-soaked bandage to reveal the fracture, the jagged white shard of her tibia poking through the skin of her lower leg. You remember trailing kisses up that leg, her thigh, the taste of her on your tongue, and you have to stop yourself from going further with the thought. 

“Alright. Let’s get you fixed up,” you murmur.

You set your med kit on the floor and kneel, pulling out gauze, alcohol, wrapping, and a tiny bottle of precious painkillers. You hand her three of the small white pills and a canteen. “Take these. They might take the edge off.”

“Might,” Theresa snorts, but she swallows the pills with a gulp of water.

You kneel beside her, taking her hand, giving it a squeeze. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.”

“Wow, don’t hold back or anything,” she huffs. “Can…we get it…over with?”

“Give the pills a chance to work. I’ll be right back.”

Joel is waiting for you outside. “I’m going to need someone to help me hold her while I set and wrap the break, and someone to keep an eye on her vitals.”

“We’ve got four. Two on watch, two with you. Eliot’s got field medic training, he can handle the nurse stuff.”

You nod.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice suddenly low.

“Fine,” you reply automatically. Indeed, you’re not looking forward to the next part, but it comes with the territory.

He considers this, then nods. “I’ll hold her.”

~*~

It’s as bloody and painful as you expect. Theresa's screams are barely muffled by the belt strap in her mouth, but eventually, you’re able to get the bone back into place. The sun is setting by the time you’ve finished bandaging, wrapping, and splinting the leg. Your hands, jacket, and jeans are splattered in Theresa’s blood, and Eliot brings in snow and melts it over a camp stove to help you wash up.

Theresa is conscious, resting, covered by the wool blanket. Her blood pressure stabilizes and the painkillers are doing their work. Small favors.

Joel waits at the threshold, arms crossed. “We’ve got a sled fashioned up to take her out, but I don’t wanna risk it in the dark.”

You wince. It’s going to be a slow and painful journey back to Jackson.

He leans in, hand coming to rest lightly on your forearm. You’re glad for long sleeves that hide the sudden rash of goosebumps that pop up at his touch, the low timbre of his voice sending a pleasant shiver through you.

“Sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine,” you say, giving him a tired smile to prove it. He studies your face, then nods slowly.

“Alright. Make yourself comfortable, we’ll ride out when it’s light. Be outside if you need anything.”

Then he ducks out in a whirl of cold air.

You roll out a spare sleeping bag and wrap yourself in your bloody jacket, easing yourself down onto the floor next to Theresa. Your fingers find the pulse point at her throat and she stirs, eyes opening to you.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, making a mental note of her heart rate.

“Like shit,” she croaks.

“Meds might make you nauseous. Think you can eat?”

She shakes her head, making a face.

“Water, then,” you say, picking up the canteen and putting it to her lips. She takes a few slow sips and swallows, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. This seems to sap all her remaining strength, and her eyes close, fluttering shut.

You think she’s asleep, but then she speaks again, voice rough.

“So…you and Joel.”

You open your mouth to protest, but she cuts in, blinking at you with drugged eyes. “Don’t even try, babe.”

You huff a sigh, and close your eyes. “Thea–”

“I care…about you,” she says, struggling to keep her eyes on you. “You know that…right?”

The sentiment is so foreign, so unexpected, your mouth goes dry and you cough to cover your surprise.

“You’re on drugs,” you remind her dryly.

“Good ones,” she agrees. “But I know…what I see.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, even though you’re not sure you want the answer.

She grins then, a brilliant and wry smile that reminds you why you found her so attractive in the first place.

“You’re…alike, you and him.”

“I’m ‘lethal?’” you scoff. “Isn’t that how you put it?”

“Untouchable.”

The word hangs in the open air like a warning shot.

“Look, Thea, don’t…don’t tell anyone, okay? It’s not serious, and his kid doesn’t know. Would make it awkward if–”

“Secret’s safe with me,” she mumbles. “But I meant it…what I said before. Be careful.”

~*~

You’re jolted awake from a cold and troubled sleep by the sound of gunfire.

“Shit,” you breathe, reaching for the pistol at your back. Theresa is awake, too, looking at you with wide eyes.

“What’s–”

“Shh.”

There’s yelling in the distance. You creep on all fours to one wall. There are no windows, just a boarded-up hole through which you can see slivers of moonlight. You try to peek through the slats but all you see are the shadows of trees on snow.

Where the fuck are the guards?

More shouting, sounding further away, and then…shuffling. A croak that is far too close for comfort.

Your finger flicks off the pistol’s safety and you turn to Theresa, putting a finger to your lips. You put your ear to the wall, trying to pinpoint the sound’s location, when a loud thud lands on the door.

Theresa lets out a startled shriek, and you whirl around, ready to tell her to shut up, but then the door begins to crack and splinter as the infected throws itself against it, pounding and pounding until the sound drowns out Theresa’s whimpering and the infernal racket of your heart between your ears.

You get to one knee and bring the pistol up, holding it steady with both hands, trying to slow your breath.

In. Out. In. Out.

The hinges give a rusty scream as they’re wrenched off the frame and the infected breaches the door.

You take the shot.

It goes wide, but it draws the creature’s attention. Its gaping maw hisses and croaks at you, and when it lurches in your direction, you fire one more bullet into the center of its bulbous forehead. It drops like a stone.

A shadow appears in the doorway, and you aim for the head, finger steady on the trigger.

It’s Joel, wide-eyed, breathing hard. He raises his hands. “Fuck–”

You don’t lower the gun; your muscles are trembling, locked in place by adrenaline and fear. You’re still seeing the infected in front of you, coming straight at you, mouth open and ready to feed.

In. Out.

Another moment passes. You feel your finger ease up, feel yourself standing slowly. Joel switches between watching you with concern and glancing at the gnarled body on the floor.

“Are there more?” you bark, not ready to give up the gun just yet.

Joel shakes his head slowly, hands still raised like you might change your mind and shoot him after all.

“Where the fuck were you?” you hiss, finally tucking the gun back into your jeans.

“Eliot and Ashbury had one to the south, I was watchin’ their six,” he says, looking down at the infected corpse. “Seems like you had it covered, though.”

The walkie on his belt squawks, Eliot’s voice staticky over the airwaves. “Joel, you there?”

“M’here. Found one up by the cabin…we took care of it,” he says, looking pointedly at you. “Clear.”

He steps outside to continue the conversation, although now that the door is gone, there’s not much point. You turn to look at Theresa, who has pushed herself to a half-sitting position against the nearest wall, pale and shaking.

It was already freezing in the shack, and now the wind coming through the open doorway makes it unbearable. The sweat that beaded on your skin in the heat of the moment has cooled, making you feel damp and slimy beneath your coat. You grab one of the scratchy wool blankets and look for some way to secure it to the door frame.

“That was…f-f-fucking impres-s-sive,” Theresa chatters, watching as you move about the shack, looking for a spare nail, a piece of wood, anything to pin the blanket up. “If it weren’t so…fucking c-c-cold in here I’d…b-b-be turned on.”

“It was,” Joel says. You hadn’t noticed he’d re-entered the cabin, but now he’s standing there, still watching you with something like trepidation. “Impressive, I mean.”

You shoot him a look. “Help me get this up. We need to get this place warm.”

~*~

It’s only a couple of hours until dawn, but the time crawls by in a bitter-cold haze. Joel drags the infected corpse into the woods and you manage to get the door covered. You spend the rest of the time curled up against Theresa’s good side under the blanket, trying to conserve body heat.

It’s a welcome relief to be up on the horse, arms anchored firmly around Joel’s waist and heading back to Jackson in the early morning light. Eliot and his patrol partner’s horses are hooked to the makeshift sleigh upon which Theresa is bundled, while Ashbury rides ahead as a scout. You gave Theresa another pain pill before you set off, but you suspect it’s not doing much good with all the jostling on the frozen, pock-marked ground.

It’s been an hour of this lurching, plodding cadence when Joel’s voice drifts over his shoulder. 

“Where’d you learn to shoot like that?”

“Picked it up while I was out there, I guess.”

You feel him shift against you, leaning back slightly. Even sweaty and bloody and in pain, his proximity is unnerving. The constant pressure of the saddle rolling between your legs doesn’t help.

“Looked like a FEDRA thing.”

“That so?” you say, trying to sound disinterested.

“Hell of a shot, though,” he says when you don’t elaborate. “For a ‘city kid.’”

“Mmm. Got lucky,” you sigh, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades, smelling the warm leather of his jacket. You’re so tired you could fall asleep right now, sore ass be damned.

“Right,” he says, drawing out the word sarcastically. “Well, remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Doesn’t feel so good on the other end of the barrel, does it, Miller?”

He gives a soft, knowing chuckle. “No, I s’pose it don’t.”

~*~

You finally ride into Jackson, exhausted and bruised and desperate for a shower. Theresa is set up at home with one of the clinic nurses as a caregiver, and you promise to check on her the next morning.

Joel disappears without a word as soon as you dismount, trotting off toward the stables. You’re too tired to worry about his suspicious questioning, although in the back of your mind, you know you should be.

When you finally make it home, you don’t have the energy to do more than stumble upstairs and fall into bed fully clothed, still bloody and sweaty. The shower will have to wait.

~*~

A feather-light touch draws itself down your cheek, and you startle awake in the semi-dark, pushing yourself up and reaching for the knife you keep tucked between the mattress and box spring.

“Whoa, s’just me,” Joel says. “Don’t shoot.”

You blink up at him, confused. “What–how did you–”

“Door was open.”

Shit.

In your exhaustion, you’d forgotten to set the lock. Christ, being in Jackson has made you stupid.

You realize his hand is still resting on your cheek, and you sit up abruptly to break the contact. 

“What is it? Is Thea alright?”

“She’s fine. Checked in on her before I came over. Just…wanted to see you.”

He leans in, capturing your lips with his, tongue sliding against yours in a sweet erotic dance, and you moan softly, instantly wet. After a full day of being so close, so fucking close without being able to touch him, to feel his lips on your sensitive skin, you’re like a woman starved.

You pull back with great difficulty, breathing hard. “I need a shower. I’m filthy.”

“Yeah y’are,” he growls, nipping at your ear, sending a hot shiver of delight straight to your core. But then he stands, reaches out a hand, and you take it.

The water feels amazing when it hits your skin, washing off the remains of Theresa’s blood, the dried sweat, soothing the ache in your muscles. He holds you under the stream of rushing water as his hands run the soap up and down your back, and he kisses you and bites at your neck until your legs threaten to give out. When he grabs your ass and presses you to him, nudging his cock between your thighs just out of reach of where you need it, you groan in frustration. 

“Not in the shower, Miller.”

“M’not that stupid,” he says, but you’re not convinced. He leans back but only slightly, forehead pressed to yours, panting through gritted teeth. “God, the things you do to me. Wanted you that whole time, out there. Wanted you to…to–”

“Show me,” you murmur, reaching behind you to shut off the water, not caring that your body is still slick with soap.

You’re going to need another shower after this, anyway.

#fanfic #fic recs #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us

[samijami]

I'm in deep shit and everything i own might be looked through by CPS so i need to log out of my side emails for a bit and shit and omfg why did life do this to me

That night I got high, my friend decided to tell the office 'one of her friends' (who they guessed was me) said a various amount of things in snap messages, which she read most of them out loud and played the audio from that video of my parents arguing

She said she didn't intend for it to go too far, and that she only wanted them to get a gist of what was happening and not guess who it was (just incase they did need to step in or if I actually really badly hurt or killed myself). But they called me in for the counselor, and now CPS is involved since my friend read one of our messages where i said i didn't feel safe in my home

So CPS came to my house today after telling me they would at my school, and now they're coming here AGAIN later to LOOK THROUGH MY ROOM AND EVEN MY DEVICES TO SEE SHIT ON MY SOCIALS AND IF I POSE A DANGER TO MYSELF

they all know i lied to my parents and said that the person who reported me reported a couple other people, and were trying to start drama. Idk if the principal knows all of this but I'm gonna try to lie to him because:

My father called the school to know who called CPS and the principal told him i had a trans bf, and that i said i was in the LGBTQ

THE PRINCIPAL OUTED ME FFS I WAS AVOIDING THIS ALL YEAR

HE HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT TO OUT ME HE HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT

CPS is coming back and idk when, but i have a plan and it's my only hope..it's such a small hope and the chances of it working need a fucking miracle, but if this doesn't work? I will literally kill myself. If CPS doesn't take me away at that point, life would be miserable. My father is convinced that I'm only wanting to attend that vocational school next year because my 'sick girlfriend' is going and I want to be with 'her'. So if he gets in, then my father said that I can't attend it. He literally told me to go and tell my bf to call off attending the vocational school and if he doesn't, then he'd be ruining my dreams of a career

MY FATHER IS GOING TO RUIN MY WHOLE FUCKING FUTURE IF SOME TRANS GUY GETS INTO THE SCHOOL I WANT TO ATTEND AND HES TRYING TO MAKE ME BLAME HIM

TO. HIS. FACE.

But thankfully, my little inkling of hope has appeared and I might be able to cover this all up. But, after all of this, me and my bf will have to hide in public, and I won't be able to be out at school at all.

I'm not going through my plan here, I'm just telling you guys your part. I need this or else my life is on the line. Quite literally, it's fucking scary.

First, I'm logging out of all of my secrets Gmails, and making a new Tumblr account. I need the people who I'm writing stories with to make alt accounts (@oatsynalliums and @technicolor-chocolate) that pretend to be either indiscrete or just blatantly not LGBTQ, and pretend like we've been talking about our stories for a while in our messages

Second, never ever interact with any accounts that might link back to my main, or yours. And try to avoid LGBTQ content so that it won't pop up on my dashboard due to you interacting with it

Three, someone TRUSTWORTHY keep track of my Gmail passwords and write them down to tell me later so that they won't get found on anything I own, so I can log back into them later

Four, someone who's smart and knows a lot about the internet and how sites work, answer me some questions in messages

This is DIRE. I could DIE. I am begging you guys to go alon with this part of the plan, and don't question anything since I am scrambling like crazy to put this whole thing into motion I EVEN INTERRUPTED MY FRIEND IN THE MIDDLE OF HER JOB TO CALL HER ON SNAP AND SHE NEEDED TO GET AN EXCUSE FROM HER MANAGER SO I CAN TALK TO HER CUZ ITS THIS URGENT I COULDNT EVEN WAIT UNTIL SHE WAS OFF OF WORK

PLEASE FUCKING HELP IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE

#tw caps #tw child abuse

[thewritersaddictions]

First Kiss: Nancy Wheeler- TextBooks

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Fluff, study session, studying, friends to lovers trope, slight teasing, LGBTQ+.

Summary: Nancy can’t help but love the way your nose scrunchies up when you can’t get a topic.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.9k

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“Y/n’s here” I heard Mrs.Wheeler shoutout from where we stood at the front door. The door stayed wide as Mrs.Wheeler stood there waiting for her daughter to come down the stairs. “So, you guys are gonna work on some school stuff?” Mrs.Wheeler asked. Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. My backpack is slung around only one of my shoulders and the weight is pulling down my shoulders. “Just working on some projects, Mrs.Wheeler,” I say wanting this uncomfortable conversation to end before it can even start. 

“Well, you know what the kids say nowadays…” Mrs.Wheeler says, but her sentence is cut short when Nancy comes running down the stairs. “Alright Mom, thanks for whatever you were doing. The two of us are gonna go upstairs now.” Nancy said pulling me into the house by my wrist and dragging me up the stairs.

She shuts her door after nearly throwing me into the room. “Shit, Nancy. What’s with all the throwing and dragging me around for?” I ask trying to catch my breath as I drop my bookbag onto her floor. 

She giggles but turns around with a smile on her face. “Just didn’t want my mom being weird like she always is,” Nancy commented, before reaching into her own bookbag and grabbing any school book material she could.

She pulled out the many textbooks and all other sorts of pages and books that were stuffed into her bag. Laying them all out on her bed, I stood by her bed with my own books in my hands. I didn’t want to invade her space, so I moved to sit on her window bench. It had a few throw pillows from her bed and a throw blanket on it. 

I had watched her in class, and let’s be honest with each other. I knew that Nancy was ten times smarter than me, and so with us being friends, I had if she would tutor me. Just to help me get a little further in the class not like I was falling behind or anything, but I sure could be doing better. I asked, and of course, Nancy was more than willing to help. 

I remember asking her in lunch. She was sitting down with Robin swirling food around in her Tupperware container. “Hey, Nancy do you think that you can help me study for our upcoming science test? I’m just not understanding the topic.” I said, exposing myself to be rejected but there was a happy lopsided smile on her face along with Robins. Almost like Robin had just known that I was going to ask. “Sure of course I can help ya, Y/n.” She said with a wink and I walked around with a happy smile on my face, and as I walked away I heard Robin say. 

“I told you if you didn’t make a move she was gonna do it sooner or later. You can’t just be walkin’ around and teasing the shit out of her without her noticing.” Robin said, but I didn’t hear anything that Nancy said. So, I waited until the day I drove down to Nancy’s house. 

I was still standing caught up in my thoughts and my head. “Y/n? Are you alright?” She asked. I shook my head leaving my trance, “Yeah I’m fine. I just..” I went to sit down on the window bench. “Hey, wait don’t you want to sit down next to me?” Nancy asked, patting the bedside. I mumbled a small “yeah” I could feel the blush cross against my face and kept my face looking downwards as I made my way towards her bedside. “Just take off your shoes, sweetheart,” Nancy said. I shuttered at her words and stubbed my shoes off with my toes.

My socks slid a bit down as I climbed up onto her soft and cozy bed. “Are you comfortable?” Nancy asked, she was looking at me with such contentment in her eyes. I shook my head, not really knowing what to say. I could hear her younger brother from the other side of the door. “Is he always that loud?” I asked, not even answering her question. She scoffed and rolled her eyes before getting up and opening her bedroom door screaming in the large house for her brother Mike to shut up. 

When she turned around she asked the same question again. “Yeah, your room is pretty.” I commented like a fucking idiot. I was so stupid, she probably didn’t care that I noticed how pretty her room was. “Oh well thank you. I decorated myself.” Nancy said proudly, as she came back to her bed. 

“So what was it that you needed help with Y/n?” Nancy asked me. I flipped through my papers, quizzes we had taken before the end of the last week. I had taken the time and grathereed all my materials before ending over to Nancys house wanting to be prepared. I brought out my quizzes less afraid of showing off my horrible scores to Nancy. “Look normally I get a great grade on most of my quizzes and struggled through the tests that Mr.Hansen gives us, but this time most of my quizzes back looking like shit. All of his stupid little red circles around most of the numbers.” I said in a frustrated huff. 

Nancy touched my shoulder gently before she took the papers from my hands and gave them a short look over. Before she rolled her eyes and laughed a little, “Mr. Hansen got half of these circles wrong. You see here.” Nancy said looking over at me, dragging my attention to her nicely pampered nails. Painted over with pretty pink shellac.

“Okay,” I said before watching as Nancy moved her fingers all over the paper telling me that only half of the ones that Mr.Hensen circled were actually wrong. “And it seems to me that the ones that are actually wrong, are wrong on both quizzes we took so that narrow do what we have to study for,” Nancy said with a beautiful smile plastered on her face. 

Like an idiot all I said was “oh”. Was I sad that maybe todays study session would run short and I wouldn’t get to spend the time with Nancy that I wanted. All I wanted was to tell Nancy about my feelings, and all my brain was able to think about was hearing Robin at lunch nearly a week ago. What was Robin talking about? I wondered just how blind I might be towards Nancy’s advancements. 

“Y/n? You still here with me?” Nancy asked her hand resting on my criss crossed thighs. I looked down and back up at her. “I’m fine, just wanted to get to work.” I said sharply. Reaching into my own bookbag from over the edge of the bed to grab a pencil, and highlighter. “Alright why don’t we just work on the vocab, for right now. I’ve got flashcards for us to use.” 

We worked this for a while. Nancy would name off a vocabulary word, and I sit there scrunched up next to her as I guess the words definition. Some where good, I would get it right away, and on others I was stuck. But instead of being mean about not being able to get it, Nancy would sit there with the prettiest smile on her face and encourage me to look through my notes, quizzes, and any other thing I had resting infront of me. 

An hour later when I was finally able to get through all her flashcards did we move on. “What about if I write down the word, then maybe you write down the definition,” Nancy suggested. “Sure we can do that,” I said softly into my shoulder. For an hour I listened to her speak. Voice smooth and soft, a voice you would use with a newborn baby. It was so calming that I hadn’t even noticed how fast time had gone by. “Here you go, sweetheart.” She said, handing me a piece of paper.

In her persistent and cursive handwriting was written every single word that we had just worked through. "Write the definition and we will see how many you get right. Maybe I’ll even a surprised if you’re okay with that.” My brows furrowed down at her comment but my brain was already working to give me the answers. I worked and wrote down in cursive a little sloppier than Nancy’s definition. As I worked my nose crunched up, and I was getting more and more trusted by the ability of not being able to understand the words or their meaning. 

When I handed back the paper our fingers brushed and it shot a tingle up my back. “Alright let’s see how good you did sweetheart.” Nancy said, as she glided her finger down the side of the paper. Looking through her own flashcards she marked every single one. I thought I had done good, but the marks that Nancy were making where on single number. “Alright here you go, Y/n. I’d say that you did perfectly.” She said. With shock I looked down at the paper. Every single mark was a green check mark, all of them had been right. 

I turned out of instinct. “Do I still get my surprise?” I asked, not as timid like before. She a smile on her face, turned and looked over at me. “Only if you say yes.” Confused I conunited to look at Nancy. “Would you be okay with me kissing you? Just a soft little kiss on your lips?” She said her hand raising up to my lips and a finger brushing down my top and bottom lip. I swallowed hard. My heart beating faster and faster then I think it had ever beat before. 

I shook my head, but then said, “Only if you’re okay with it Nance.” she smiled once more before leaning in close to my lips. “Of course I’m okay with it silly.” She said. Once her lips press into mine I can’t help but stop breathing. My eyes close half lidded by the buzzing feeling I was getting all over my body. Nancy was so gentle with me, her hand coming up to cup my cheek. I had never felt so much happier then right then in that moment. With Nancy pressed up into me, her hands keeping me close to her as we kissed until we were out of breath. 

When we finally broke away from each other. There was a slight layer of blush brushed over Nancy's cheeks, and the tips of her ears were bright red. I could feel my own skin burning, but I didn’t care. “How was that for a first kiss?” Nancy asked. I smirked, “How about how was that for a first kiss?” I asked changing her question only a little. She smirked back at me, “Your first huh? I’m your first kiss Y/n?” Nancy asked. I shook my head and reached over the pile of papers and writing utensils. Kissing her back for the first time. I moaned into the kiss and kept my hands above her head. Nancy moaned into the kiss, her hands wrapping around my waist, and when we broke away for the second time. We battled for the small space between the two of us. “You’ve got the best-tasting lips!” Nancy said, with a suggestive wink, “Well you’ve got the most kissable lips.” I said giggling.

Completed on: 02/07/23

Posted on: 02/08/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

#nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler x you #stranger things nancy #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #fluff #study session #friends to lovers #first kiss fic #first kiss series #nancy wheeler #fem reader #female #lgbtq

[gaylorvader]

Platonic Lady Dimitrescu x ftm reader

Summery:One of the new maids refuses to wear the maid uniform, Lady D thinks he’s trying to be rude but really he’s just dysphoric about it.

Word Count:599

Warnings:getting accidentally misgendered once

(A/n this might be kinda shit cause it was just a random thing I started daydreaming about. Hope you enjoy tho.)

“You have to wear one"

“I’d rather take my chances with those wolf things outside.”

She rubbed her face. You were recently brought to Castle Dimitrescu to be a maid, the woman you were talking to was trying to teach you what to do.

“You have to wear it otherwise the ladies will turn you into wine.”

“Like blood as wine or blood mixed with wine?”

“Mixed with wine to my knowledge.”

“Hannibal Lector eat your heart out.”

She started laughing at my pun.

“I’m glad you caught that, I was proud of that one.” You smirked

“Yeah that was a good one.” She chuckled.

“But back on topic you need to wear that, I was being serious about the being turned into wine thing.”

You just shrugged. “Can I not just wear this.” You gestured to your current outfit, she just sighed.

“If you die its not my fault.”

“Ok.”

The woman, who you learned was named Angela, was showing you around and telling you what you’d be doing when your tour got interrupted.

You hear a woman clear her throat behind you, and when you turned around it was the 9 foot tall ruler of the castle.

“Ah! Lady Dimitrescu.” Angela bowed, pushing you to do the same.

“You" the lady said looking at you. “what is your name?”

“Y/n.”

She just looked at you before turning to Angela. “Why isn’t she wearing a uniform?”

You could see how nervous she was so you answered. “It’s not her fault. She tried to get me to wear it for like, 10, 15, minutes, but I refused to.”

The lady just stared at you, glaring slightly. “My office, now.”

Angela gave you a sympathetic look as you followed Lady Dimitrescu.

When you arrived at the lady’s office she told you to sit and she sat behind her desk.

“So why won’t you wear your uniform? I can only see it as a move of disrespect.” She asked you.

“No, it’s nothing to do with you at all.”

She raised an eyebrow before leaning back I’m her chair. “Than please, explain yourself. Quickly.”

Well either you tell her the truth and maybe die anyway or don’t and definitely die, you had the feeling she’d see right through any lie you tried to tell. “Welp, here we go" you thought.

“So basically, um-"

“Out with it.” She said clearly losing patience.

“I’m trans.”

You could practically hear the record scratch in her head. She sat forward again, arms on the desk.

“What?”

“Ya know, like transgender? Like I’m a trans guy?”

She thought for a moment. “So you didn’t want to wear a dress because it would cause you gender dysphoria, correct?”

Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. You, didn’t expect that.

“Uh y-yeah.”

She chuckled. “I may be old but I still know things.” She paused. “Hm, usually we wouldn’t allow a manthing to work here but we can make an exception here.”

“Wait really? Like you’re not gonna turn me into wine?”

She laughed. “No we're not. Here in house Dimitrescu we support lgbtq people, in fact at least half of those working here are lgbtq. Me and my daughters included.”

“Really?”

She nodded smiling. “Yes. I’m a lesbian, my daughter Daniela is pan, Cassandra is bi, and Bela, well she’s not sure exactly but she’s definitely not straight.”

You laughed. “Man us lgbtq folk really do gravitate to each other.”

She chuckled as well. “Yes it seems we do. I’ll contact Donna about getting a suit for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“How are you alive?!” Angela exclaimed.

#re8 x reader platonic #lady dimitrescu x ftm reader #platonic lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #ftm reader #re8 fanfiction

[deadletterpoets]

In my attempts to be more positive I'm not gonna go too deep into this, but I was informed about a story idea from one of the Batgirls writers that on the surface was so racially insensitive and only speaks so loudly to the blind spot white writers, even if they have good intentions and/or don't consider themselves racist, have when it comes to writing diverse characters (this also applies when men write women, straight cis people write LGBTQ+ characters etc.)

There's a lack of authenticity regardless which most get away with cause they just write a character to be a character and the race or gender or sexual orientation is either not important or vital for plot reasons so it's not the focus as white writers love to say "I don't want them to only be seen for *that*", but often times when a diverse writer is given a chance to write the same character aspects of their own journey and understanding and connection bleeds through in the writing and there's a different tangible understanding within the character that just helps make them feel real. Miles Morales shouldn't be known as the Afro-Latino Spider-Man, but him being Afro-Latino is an important part of who he is so ignoring that is doing him a disservice. Barbara Gordon's disability being invisible/good day bad day takes away the responsibility from abled bodied writers to make her disability a constant visible part of who she is, that's why they did it. Yes those types of disabilities exist (Cass has an invisible disability) and deserve to be showcased, but the want for Babsgirl and Oracle and attempts to please both fandoms at the expense of Barbara Gordon's character, what her disability meant to those fans, and what Oracle represents as a superhero is wrong. (Read The Oracle Code and Shadow of the Batgirl btw)

Another example that I noticed was when Riri aka Ironheart first came into the scene written by Bendis. People HATED her. It wasn't until Eve Ewing began writing her in the Ironheart solo (which if you haven't read you should) that people started to come around on the character. Ewing provided a life and heart to Riri and her world that felt specific to the black woman experience, but unique to Riri and yet universally understood for the reader.

It's something I want for Cassandra Cain and why I continue to ask for an Asian writer to write her. Shadow of the Batgirl from Kuhn and the small stories and cameos we've seen from Tamaki and Wong have given Cass a great voice that I'm not getting from Batgirls. Cass as a character is different now for better or worse. I would've preferred we got the full journey of her learning to speak with Babs on panel, (and even then I think her voice pattern should be more unique) but that's whatever. I won't go more into as I said I'm not gonna shit on Batgirls anymore this year, and that's not what this is. This is just a reminder to myself that no matter how good a writer is, they all have blind spots. We can connect to characters that aren't like us, we can write characters that aren't like us, but we can't forget that they aren't us. And we should champion and hope more writers get opportunities to showcase why diversity is an important part of who these characters are and shouldn't be ignored or sidelined for fear of it being *all* they are.

#cassandra cain #batgirl #miles morales #spider-man #barbara gordon #oracle #riri williams #ironheart #dc #dc comics #marvel #marvel comics #I wonder if Chen turned down the story cause it would've been so BAD

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hii!!

How are you? I hope you're doing fine. Letting you know that i love your blog sm and you as a person? chef's kiss.

I've seen you helping out people and giving advices and i've read all of them. i really adore you doing so.

I too wanted a advice/help. I've been stressed out of this lately and i know for a fact that i myself am doing this to myself but i still can't help but spiral and am not able to come out of this.

so the thing is i am straight.

i am in a lot of fandoms like the marauders, and too a lurker in lgbtqia community it's cause i always have been the type of person to learn and seek things. if there is something new i want to know about it. i want to be educated on everything and be familiar with it, know people's opinions. and coming in lgbtq community was something of that sort too. (i love it here you all are so sweet and the nicest people i've met) i was curious and i wanted to be comfortable with and to see is there something so wrong that i see my friends (homophobic) talk shit about it. (i remember this girl, she told my friends that she was bi and they were like uhm..i felt so bad for her and that was when i realized that i felt nothing odd about her liking girls? like it seemed normal to me and kind of made me furious that they were acting like that when it was not a big deal. and after that i started learning about all this cause i wanted to be familiar with it, know about other people's opinions) and now here are we.

I read bls, gls, ship queer ships, a huge supporter of lgbtq community, friends with good people.

but recently i've been spiraling due to being straight. yk being in this fandom, i don't say that straight people can't be in this fandom. but uh i've seen others say that and it haha makes me feel like i'm catfishing?

i've always tried too hard to fit in. so...recently i've been forcing myself to fit it the queer community, be a queer. (i hope using this word isn't disrespectful) i've been seeing that i kinda am 'trying' to like women. (ofcourse before too i pointed out omg she's so pretty and all but not in that way but now maybe i'm forcing myself to do so)

idk how to more put what i am feeling in words. sorry for the long ramble hope it made somewhat sense?

do you have some advice for me...?

Hi hon!

Okay, so I'm gonna say some stuff that I think you need to hear:

You do NOT need to have any sort of sexuality to be in any fandom. There is no bouncer checking your id at the entrance of tumblr. You can be any sexuality and it is VALID.

As far as being queer. I mean, I can't tell you if you like women or not. But...you can find someone pretty and not be attracted to each other.

I think you need to take a deep breath and remind yourself that whatever your sexuality is, is is valid, and people should accept you for it. Then...start reflecting to yourself about what you find attractive. And if you're not sure yet, that's okay! It sounds like you're young, and you have all the time in the world to figure it out. It sounds so cheesy, but: Instead of trying to fit in with others, try to stand out as you. Figure out who you are, you know?

(Also, I would just say, because you mentioned it...sometimes people do find offense to being referred to as "a queer" versus "being queer." It sort of depends on the person.)

Let me know if you need to talk! <3

(Also I am naming all the anons who write to me in case they want to write in the future, and I am using a random positive affirmation generator to do so. So I dub thee: sophisticated anon. Enjoy your free tag!)

#ask #asks #ask cas #sophisticated anon

[istherewifiinhell]

1, 12, 18 for rottnmt? 🥺

THANK U BESTIE. giving so many fun things to think about while im at work ahahah.

1. the character everyone gets wrong

I will say i blame no one its basically a non issue but i do find evil au draxums very funny. Like! he little is a villian he DID want to destory humanity he does have a villain music number. all true. also his turning sides is s2 so. BUT ANYWAY. very funny to have him be like. evil maybe abusive dad type in aus. im sorry the guy who using 2 tiny incompetent gargoyles as henchmen/paldrons... he lets em sleep in the little dog bed..... 🥺. Hes a cartoon villian but hes got offers dental typa guy... imho.

Also personal i think these a tendacy to lean donnies personality too far in any direction. why nerf his autism swag like that... he drinks flavourless juice AND invented the messiest nasty looking sandwich ever. sometimes he does not like touch sometimes he throws his dad into the air to hug him. he has LAYERS.

LAST THING. my bro said to mention gay coded leo cause "im homophobic". jhgfdb. I just didnt read him as particularly more queer coded than his brothers.... theyre ALL a little flamboyant okaayyyyyyy. turtles are lgbtq (what all at once? yes.)

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

are there unpopular characters in rise kinda feel... not really. ILL SAY. Casey senior just cause she kinda takes the back seat after movie with casey jr..... do yall understand how many fake outs she was.... you could think shes karai due to being in the foot clan or maybe think shed get mutated into mona lisa (her voice actress played the one in 12!).

BUT NAW! angry bruser, sporty, vigilanty CASEY JONES. I love her..... also that she joins the squad cause SPLINTER. was like. oh a troubled youth... they need guidance. extremely cute. 90s movie splinter moment. based. thing we were robbed of #587. Rise casey and raph BREAKING SHIT together. as fweinds....

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

i really like thinking about the arcs we didnt get to see in unfinshed rest of season 2 and 3.... there was gonna be more mystic stuff, the family actually getting along with draxum more naturally.... GIRL TURTLES (<- dissolves into goo).

i wanna think about it. i wanna think about the raph leo becoming co leaders thing.... the showwww so so so primed for them working together and not having a direct hiercharly system fits cause this is the iteration they designed to be more like a typical family. that why splinter had a career that is not. ninja master. lol, thats why they are different ages (sorry to any quadruplets out there). and after the ages where the childhood developmental stages that are gonna favour the eldest sibling. Most siblings do not have one leader they have to listen to abt shit. [That aint a diss on how other iterations are its just a different essay lol...]

as for something that actually ended up IN the show... fav fav moment makes me cry when every i rewatch or even THINK ABOUT IT. The moment that lets Splinter reconcile the pain that the Hamato clan brought him, with the legacy, intention, and love, it was created with.

Under cut cause its some of the very last stuff that happened in the show.

The moment when Splinter's mom, (had to check ->), Atsuko shows up with the rest of the Hamato ancestors. she puts her hands next to splinter and she looks at him so so fondly and she repeats HIS action movie catch phrase. and THATS the moment Splinter, Hamato Yoshi can like. come to peace about the clans legacy.... Perfect culmination of his arc....

like it PROVES. his whole life the legacy of this clan was what was taking his family AWAY. his mom, probably his grandpa? he was suppose to let his sons GET MARTYRED. he left his family, as they had left him. but as they say anata wa hitori janai.... his mom still saw!!! HIS LIFE. his movies. Sees him as he grew, as a mutant, and the love between family is literally magic that keeps them together. THATS what Karai wanted it to be..... I jsut think we should talk about and the sad rat man healing from generation trauma. MAYBE. Cause he loves his mommy. [finally. A splinter with MOMMY ISSUES/BRICKED]

#some shit #turbles... #BEAUTIFUL SELECTION. BASKING IN THEM. forever sad about beautiful show killed in her cradle.... #I KNOWWW. about the other turtles. i know. GIVE ME THEM. #okay. added more to last quesyion so thered be less spoiler stuff to read along wth the spoilers. just in case.

[jovenshires]

🦚 for the queer ask game!

🦚 - Are there any queer books/shows/etc. that you would suggest?

oh my god YEAH absolutely. i used to be a queer media connoisseur (im no longer a romance girlie when i consume media bc i write so much of it but i still have love for the genre). i'll do one rec for each category up here but ill put some more under the cut!!

book: aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe. it's my favorite book i've gotta put it out there. literally changed my life when i was like 16 i love it so much

show: there's so many popular ones that i feel like if you're gay you've already seen them by now, so im gonna throw a curveball and go with crazy ex-girlfriend. they talk a LOT about lgbtq+ identities and explore dynamics with different couples, and if you love musicals, you absolutely must go watch it rn i fear

movie: moonlight. oh my god if you haven't seen moonlight go watch moonlight it's so so incredible 10/10. a drama that follows a black gay man from childhood to adulthood, explores the themes of masculinity, family, and friendship as well as romantic love. it's just an incredible movie it deserves all the hype tbh

music: once again there's so many popular queer musicians nowadays that i Do Not HAVE to rec (you know the ones they go hard), so im gonna rec chrissy chlapecka!! she just makes such incredible, sugary-sweet pop music about such amazing fucked up shit i love her

send me some gay asks!

okie doke as promised here's some more recs from yours truly bc i really, really love media and have a collection to rec atp NDNKFNKND ill try to order them by genre from least to most obscure LMAO

BE WARNED: i do read some graphic stuff - im an adult and my media taste reflects that. before you read anything i rec, look it up for trigger warnings!! i don't want anybody to be hurt by something i recommend. <3

books:

of course like. simon vs the homosapien agenda by becky albertalli is out there. this is one of those classics i was talking about KDNKFNFK it's very ya-gay-romance-romcom you can eat up ya know. the movie's also not too bad (people think it's 'cringey' nowadays but that was HUGE for me when i was like 19 and had my first girlfriend). anyway it's feel-good fluff if you like that kind of thing!!

red white and royal blue is obviously another classic and one i can't rec enough. i love the way its written, i love the characters, i love the plot. like it's everything, if you're into the romcom vibe this is a great one to check out. (and as a bonus this one also has a movie and it Slaps)

it's not like it's a secret by misa sigura is a pretty solid wlw coming-of-age novel that i highly rec if you're into the rom-com type book. it's also got some EXCELLENT poc representation!!

bloom by kevin panetta is a graphic novel and i love it. so so so much. truly i think i read this in a day and i am NOT a huge graphic novel reader. feel-good romcom, poc rep, body diversity, AND pretty pictures. what is there not to love. everyone should read bloom tbh

lies we tell ourselves by robin talley is Probably my favorite wlw book ever. it's historical fiction and it is Everything to me. and im actually a known historical fiction hater so take it from me - its Good.

carry on by rainbow rowell is i think a classic at this point and i love it. so so so much. you ever identify with a character a little too hard. yeah thats me and this book. i gave my best friend a copy for her graduation. it is an Excellent take on 'remember all the heroes you wanted to be gay when you were a kid. imagine if they were.' it's my beloved

a hero at the end of the world by erin claiborne is another great one in the same vein, with a punchy, dry humor twist. basically if you were a harry potter kid but you hate jkr. you'll love this one and carry on KSNDKDNFK

nimona by nd stevenson is another graphic novel!! it's another fantasy, so if that's your cup of tea, i highly recommend it. it's got an amazing queer love story, a genderfluid protag, and most importantly, found family. literally everything. (it also has a movie but i haven't seen it yet

the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater is HUGEEEE i love that series it reshaped me. it's. mystery/supernatural i would say? it has multiple of my fave queer characters of all time and honestly. everyone there is a little gay. one of my absolute faves <3

we are the ants by shaun david hutchinson is a sci-fi horror adventure story and this one. it stuck with me. the main character hit me so hard and his internal struggle is so SO interesting. if you're into this kind of shit. give it a shot!

every day by david levithan is not one of MY all-time faves, but i can still say it's super interesting and has great rep!! it has a genderfluid/agender main character (depending on how you look at it). i will say i think there are multiple books in the series (?) but i stopped at one bc. it made me too sad anyway. <3

the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky is not queer bc it's explicitly about a queer character or a queer love story, BUT. it still has one of my favorite lgbt characters of all time. patrick you will always be famous to me. as a bisexual girl in a catholic high school, saw a Lot of myself in patrick. (i do also have a special place in my heart for the movie bc it was my depression movie as a teen but patrick is played by ezra miller so be warned)

one of us is lying by karen mcmanus is another one that's not just. About a Gay Couple BUT it is one of my fave books (a murder mystery retelling of the breakfast club) and it has a gay main character!! his struggle with his sexuality is something he really struggles with and he has a boyfriend and i adore him.

shows:

i mean obviously like. heartstopper is incredible. like i said im not super into the romcom/young adult genre anymore but that show is just so beautiful and amazing and really healed my inner gay teen. it has a really diverse cast and representation for all kinds. i really recommend it!!!

everything sucks was gone before its time, but it is SUCH an amazing show. it has one of my fave on-screen wlw couples of all time. it's a feel-good, coming of age classic and i miss it deeply. (what did you just say??? 'katie rewatch it' oh my god you're onto something)

now if yall know me. glee is absolutely gonna be on this list. is it good? technically no. is it one of the greatest pieces of satire ever created? up until season three yes. i realized i was gay via santana lopez. THE gay character of all time. and all the love in my heart for all the other lgbt characters (kurt hummel you will always be famous to me......) some of it's a little dated (don't get me STARTED on unique) but it does genuinely have some great lgbt rep and if you watch it with a grain of salt it's a great comedy

julie and the phantoms made by kenny ortega (of THE high school musical and descendants fame) and it has a gay character i love!! (actually technically it has a few <3)

i'm a huge consumer of kids' media (i think phineas and ferb is a literal masterpiece and im not even kidding) so if you're like me and enjoy the disney/kid show beat i cannot rec andi mack enough. it's dramatic it's campy it's fun it's silly it's got a FANTASTIC gay character and a gay couple i deeply adore and not to mention!! so much representation!! it's like junior fosters tbh

we're gonna get into a little pocket here of like. normal romance but slightly niche - animes! sasaki to miyano is like my top lgbt anime rec. it is so, SO good. just absolute feel-good romcom goodness pls give it a shot

depending on interpretation, ouran high school host club arguably has a nonbinary character, some bi/gay characters, and a trans character! now. it IS hella dated do not get me wrong. BUT for the time? incredibly progressive and a wonderful watch. just brace yourself for some out of pocket shit

stars align has one of my favorite lgbt characters EVER, a nonbinary icon <3 and it's like. a PLOT. truly so rare to see something like that done on tv, let alone in anime. this is a sports anime - soft tennis my beloved - but it has So Much More To It than that.

another gay sports anime is run with the wind, a recent fave of mine. and i don't mean gay in the way that most sports animes are kinda gay. i mean he literally says 'im in love with this guy.' it's an amazing watch if you like that kinda thing!!

if you want an aroace genderfluid protag. the disastrous life of saiki k is up there as one of my fave animes ever AND saiki (the main character) is my fave protag of all time. this silly lil show is supernatural (ish?) and comedy all wrapped into one fantastic show i highly recommend!!

segueing back into live action shows, buffy the vampire slayer is an AMAZING, iconic, female-led supernatural dramedy with some early and, for its time, incredible lesbian rep.

yellowjackets because i LOVE unhinged lesbians. i didn't even know there was gay people in this - i started watching because i love horror and girls' soccer DLNKFNFLN and it's amazing!! if you like tragic gay women i HIGHLY endorse yellowjackets.

in the flesh. look. here's my pitch for itf. do you love being sad. do you love catharsis. do you love zombies. you will LOVE in the flesh. please. i miss it so bad i've seen this show 4 times (and you're right i should also watch this one again!!!) and i never tire of it.

sense8 is a sci-fi show and IT IS EVERYTHING TO ME. truly the diversity is unparalleled. so many lgbt characters of so many different identities. polyamory, trans people, a neuro-link that's destroying peoples' lives. it literally has everything.

the get down is not just an lgbt show, BUT it has an incredible lgbt character/storyline that i adore. a musical show, a historical fiction piece (which means a lot coming from me), and almost every character is a poc. pls give it a shot it's everything

bodies is another one that isn't just about lgbt+ rep BUT. it's incredibly diverse, examining people facing discrimination throughout history (you've got a gay mc, a jewish mc, a muslim mc, AND a disabled mc) and it just has such amazing plot lines and representation. it's a murder mystery/sci-fi double whammy, so give it a shot if you're interested!!

movies:

alex strangelove is a good, underrated, coming of age classic. it follows a guy who struggles with his sexuality. very teen rom-com-dramedy core!!

i adored boy meets girl when i watched it. a very romcom-y movie about a trans woman from a small town dreaming of getting out....... friends to lovers.......... i adore it

happiest season is a christmas movie and it's very sweet. its been panned (there are some just criticisms on the plot tbf) BUT i do think it's really cute

to wong fu thanks for everything julie newmar is just. so so good. it's an underrated classic imo. three drag queens go on road trip, end up in a small town, and change it for the better. it's literally so amazing it's just feel good found family PLEASE give this one a shot

the birdcage is another classic i so genuinely enjoy. who doesn't want robin williams and nathan lane as their gay dads. at the end of the day it's all about found family, love, and old gay men.

handsome devil is a foreign film - irish to be exact! - and i love it so much. once again as a catholic school kid.......... yeah. YEAH. anyway go watch the og gay nicholas galitzine movie LKNDKFNKNLFNKLF

pride is a historical piece and an excellent movie. it's got its ups and downs but god it's just an overall good movie. another irish film, coincidentally!

the way he looks is also a foreign film, this time in spanish, BUTTTTT it's one of my faves i love it so much. it's very feel-good, sweet, romcom so if you feel like you could be into that - give it a shot!!

rent, if you're into musicals, has some of my fave musical characters ever. angel dumott schunard you will ALWAYS be the love of my life. it is deeply sad but. other than that. i live in denial.

the prom is a much more light-hearted and silly lgbt musical. people shat on that movie but i think it's SWEET and cute and has some bangers!!

i mean like. we can joke ab how hyped it is all we want but brokeback mountain is basically required gay watching. it is EXACTLY as amazing as everyone says it is. the chemistry..... oh my god we could never make that movie again it was like catching lightning in a bottle.

bodies, bodies, bodies is a fun and campy lgbt horror if you're into that kind of thing!! the ending was a bit not my fave but otherwise it's an incredible cast and got some great silly scares

on the topic of gay horror, jennifer's body is gay and again, exactly as good as everyone hypes it up to be. you want gay women who are terrible to each other? oh boy do i have the movie for you

and i promise ill wrap on gay horror with it chapters 1 & 2. reddie will unfortunately always be famous.

everything, everywhere, all at once is not Just a gay movie BUT. it has an incredible gay character and it factors so interestingly into the mother/daughter relationship. i love that movie i will always talk about it

music (these are all just people i personally listen to but there are SO many more. im not gonna expand on these ones too much just go check em out you'll get it):

lil nas x

troye sivan

kim petras

kesha

tegan and sara

brandi carlile

hayley kiyoko

rina sawayama

peach prc

renee rapp

adam lambert

scene queen

willow

halsey

clairo

cavetown

janelle monae

#ask #asks #anon #anonymous

[mitchiegonewild]

aot: the mitchie cinematic universe

okay so im just gonna write down some of my aot headcanons in a modern setting bc like...im right. anyways:

eren and armin met on reddit

erens a reformed brony but it’s still a comfort show of his

armin defends furries (as he should)

he also got sasha and connie to go to furcon and at first he was nervous abt taking him because they thought that they would be mean about it but they ate that shit up, none of them are furries but they fuckin love them

connie gets wasted and eats baby food

jean got his license first and never stfu abt it

marco unironically prefers the cafeteria food to home cooked food

levi went to jail for a really long time when he was like 17. nobody except erwin knows why. whenever anyone asks erwin he just goes “you shouldn’t have asked that.” and stares at you until you change the topic

additionally, levi’s mugshot is single-handedly both the hottest and scariest thing ever

moblit is saving himself for marriage and volunteers to teach sex ed to hanges class 

hange has not yet realized that moblit would stop waiting for marriage if they approached him in that way

eren is an AVID redditor. i’m talking 4 out of the 6 hours of his phones screen time is the reddit app. he used to be obsessed with 4chan too

historia runs a pretty popular fashion instagram account

some random guy (possibly reiner while he was in his closeted era) left the funniest hate comments when historia posted a picture of her and ymir together for valentines day. ex: “WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER” “MY HEARRRRTTTTT. I LOVED HERRR”

bertholdt spam reported his account so he would stop bc the second hand embarrassment...my god...

jean loves drake and it’s everyone’s problem

the way mikasa figured out that she was bisexual was by kissing eren and annie, and then saying, “so it’s definitely not a problem with either gender, i think it’s just you guys” and that’s how two hearts were broken that day

annie and armin were each others beards but armin actually started to love annie and so she had to hit him with the “im glad you know youre pan, but im still a big fat lesbo. love u”

they broke up and then annie met hitch on a cruise, now theyre cute long distance gfs which is better for annie bc she doesnt like people hanging off of her

connie thinks he can breakdance. key word is “thinks”

sasha eats bits of everyone’s lunch

sasha also films tiktoks in the middle of class. her “we not hump1ng” dance with jean went viral and so that's how 900k people have seen jean miming sucking a shlong in the middle of honors calculus

armin is surprisingly good at dancing, he’s most definitely a quirked up white boy

mikasa has a candle collection

hitch runs the school confessional account

eren started to 'come out' as bisexual because jean found him on the r/lgbtq subreddit asking if they thought his feelings about a specific guy friend was bordering on romantic. jean ss’ed it and sent it to him, eren called him, and then jean became a god of a wingman

marco is catholic but like is super chill about it

ymir pulls over to take pictures of vultures for historia

historia and jean got high as motherfucking kites one night because they ate out of the wrong brownie pan at a party and the whole time they were just staring into each others eyes like “i love you. why dont we hang out more. you are so cool. we are divine love from the universe. we should be best best best friends.” they karaoke'd piano man together that night

ERWIN WAS A DRAG QUEEN IN HIS COLLEGE YEARS!!!!!

erwin and levi met when erwin visited prison for a psych thesis he had and they just hit it off. literally. levi thought erwin tried to insult him and then he tried to punch him (erwin was trying to ask him on a date to the commissary🤞)

mikasa and annie are autistic besties

connie is an ipad baby turned teenager

zeke is in a shitty garage band and pulled the “hope you guys like weezer” conversation, verbatim, with eren when eren was in sixth grade and he was an angsty sophomore

that was probably erens downfall tbh

one time there was a lice outbreak in their little group and armin and historia (bc theyre definitely siblings and their parents are erwin and levi) brought it home to levi. he rented a hazmat suit

also, everyone got it, INCLUDING LEVI, except for hangë because their hair is so dirty. levi switched to tea tree shampoo that day

hangë is the leader of the schools gsa

moblit used to be a church camp counselor before he realized he was queer and also an agnostic

eren and armin started dating because while they were smoking together, high off his ass, eren let it slip that he does...questionable things to Imaginary Armin during his alone time and wanted to make sure it was okay with him. armin, also high off his ass, replied that yes, it was, because he ALSO does that

historia has a crusty little white dog named bella thats her pride and joy and it fucking hates eren

reiner cries to tears for fears. slay

reiner also has an addiction to saying “you just got slayed”

bertholdt cries almost every time he gets #krissed

ymir knows this and purposefully sends him #kirssed videos

for one last #krissed hc, reiner was sobbing over his mental health issues at 2 am and decided to record a tiktok with the Space Song audio but then it turned to him being #krissed so he just started screaming (tiktok: )

#aot #attack on titan #hange zoe #erwin smith #levi ackerman #eren jaeger #armin arlert #annie leonhart #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #historia reiss #ymir #hitch dreyse #zeke jaeger #moblit berner #connie springer #aot headcanons #headcanon

[sixhours]

Chapter 6 - The Ghosts of Babylon

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

You’re tending to a patroller’s sprained finger in the back of the clinic when you hear a commotion from the waiting area, panicked yelling. The flashback takes you the way it usually does, sudden and violent, stealing your breath, your heart a pounding rush in your ears.

You’re standing in a hallway full of gurneys, watching Joanna’s jerky, painful crawl toward you as you try desperately to kick her away. Your white sneakers slip and slide on fresh pools of blood as your girlfriend reaches and grabs for your ankle, her grip cold and burning up at the same time.

Jo.

You swallow hard, coming to. You’re not at the hospital, you’re in Jackson.

Not now. Not now, can’t do that now.

“Handle this,” you snap at the watching nurse, hoping she doesn’t hear the tremor in your voice.

“Lemme go! No! I need her !” The voice is high and plaintive, young and scared.

“Ellie?”

You step through the waiting room doors to see the girl struggling with a male nurse, desperate and flailing. Her eyes lock on yours, filling with relief.

“Joel…his heart…” the girl starts, then bursts into tears.

Shit.

You grab the portable defibrillator and the med kit you keep by the door, following the girl out of the clinic. “I’m going, it’s at the end of Rancher Street, send backup,” you tell the nurse behind you.

The door to the house is wide open when Ellie and you crash into the living room. Joel is sitting back to the wall of the kitchen island, clutching at his left shoulder with a grimace, conscious, but his skin is sickly gray and shining with sweat.

You’re on your knees next to him, feeling for a pulse, ripping the buttons off his flannel armor with practiced ease. His exposed chest heaves in fast, gasping breaths. “Joel? Can you talk?”

He gives a nod but doesn’t speak, eyes shining with fear.

“Did you take anything?” you ask. He shakes his head once.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Ellie’s wavering voice interrupts, and you turn, having momentarily forgotten she was there. 

“Ellie, I need you to go get your uncle,” you say, thinking fast. “Can you do that?”

“Uncle…you mean Tommy?”

“Yes. Hurry.”

She runs off and you turn back to Joel. You can’t work with her standing over you, and if you need to use the AED, you don’t want her to see it.

“Sure you didn’t take anything? Pills? Been drinking?”

“Don’t drink,” he gasps out. “My shoulder–”

“Family history of heart attacks? High blood pressure, anything like that?”

“Dunno,” he grits his teeth. “Parents died…early…”

You pull a stethoscope from your go bag, fitting the earpieces and pressing the pad just above his sternum, listening for the telltale signs of arrhythmia. His heartbeat is fast but regular, galloping in his chest.

“Breathe,” you say. “Deep breaths.”

He shakes his head but does as he’s told, slowing his breath down. His face begins to regain its color with each exhale.

You sit back on your heels, pulling the stethoscope down. “You might have had a small one…but I don’t think you’re having a heart attack right now.”

He looks up at you, confused.

“I want to get you back to the clinic for an EKG so we can be sure.”

“No–”

“Not an option,” you cut him off. “If not for you, then for Ellie. She’s scared as hell and needs to know you’re going to be okay.”

At the mention of his daughter, he’s suddenly recalcitrant, scowling but nodding.

You pause, thinking. “Have you had panic attacks before, Miller?”

He meets your eyes in a silent glare as if to say, who hasn’t?

“This was different. Shoulder’s been givin’ me grief, my whole arm went numb. It’s never been like that.”

“May I take a look at your arm?”

He looks like he’s going to refuse, but then reneges, stiffly moving to pull down his left sleeve in an attempt to slide it off. The movement is enough to make him cry out in pain.

“Easy, easy. Let me.”

You slide the sleeve off his arm, running up the smooth, warm muscle of his bicep and around to his back, examining his body in a way you’ve never been allowed before.

“Fuck,” he snaps when you press into the meat of his shoulder, flinching and hissing in pain.

“Aha. Ever had a rotator cuff injury?”

He shakes his head, grimacing as you probe the tender area and the muscles and tendons around it.

“Well, Miller, I think that’s what you have here. Could be just a strain, could be a tear, hard to know for sure without proper imaging.”

“That all?”

“You’re not young,” you say. “You lift something the wrong way, twist yourself into a tight space, pinch a nerve…even a few rounds of particularly athletic sex can do damage at your age.”

At your age.

“Like, say…up against a wall,” you continue, lips quirking in a distinctly unprofessional smirk.

The look in his eyes says he either wants to throttle you or rip your clothes off and take you right here on the floor. You know the line between the two is razor-thin.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond because there’s a flurry of activity at the door. Ellie has returned with Tommy, and the backup you requested is right behind them. Thankfully it doesn’t look like you’re going to need it.

“Think you can walk, Miller? Or do we need the stretcher?”

~*~

The neighborhood asshole is surprisingly pliant as you apply the sticky pads and wires to his torso. You get to see the scar on his abdomen– not a bite , you decide–and this time he doesn’t flinch when you touch it in passing.

Ellie stays by his side as you wait for the machine to take a reading, biting her cuticles and watching him like he might evaporate into dust if she takes her eyes off him for a second.

The protector becomes the protected.

The girl’s eyes drift to the scar on his abdomen, and you don’t read curiosity in her gaze, only memory, something painful and deep. His hand reaches for hers and holds it tight, and you have to turn away. The exchange lasts mere seconds but leaves you feeling like an intruder.

Well, you are.

The EKG is clear, as you suspected it would be, and you return with the good news. You lean against the door frame of the exam room, suddenly bone-tired.

“I think we should do an echo to be safe, but it doesn’t have to be tonight. I’m going to give you a brace for your shoulder. You need to wear it,” you say to Joel, emphasizing each word. “If you don’t keep it stable, it could tear. And no lifting. Nothing…athletic.”

His eyes bore into yours as you give him a tiny, knowing smile.

Ellie looks relieved enough to cry, but she doesn’t, just punches Joel on his good arm. “Don’t fuckin’ scare me like that, man.”

“Go home and get some rest,” you say softly.

They head out, her tucked under his arm, and you could swear you hear him whisper an apology as they leave.

~*~

You find him at your office when you return from a house call the next day, waiting in a folding chair outside the door.

“Miller?”

He jumps up when he sees you walking toward him, hands shoved into his pockets. You notice the subtle wince and the careful way he holds his left shoulder as he stands.

“Everything okay?”

“Fine,” he says. “Can we talk? Maybe somewhere…private?”

You arch an eyebrow.

“Not for that,” he ducks his head, a flush in his cheeks.

“Alright, come in.”

He follows you inside the converted supply closet where you stay when you have a rare free moment. There’s a shelf running along the back wall, a set of filing cabinets, two chairs, a desk, and a cot behind it. 

“You want coffee?” You edge around him to get to your desk, gesturing to the folding chair in front of it. 

“Sure.”

You measure out the water for the electric kettle and set it to boil, then spoon precious coffee crystals into two mugs.

“Instant?” He wrinkles his nose.

“Desperate times…desperate measures…and the times are always desperate.”

The kettle froths and beeps. You pour the boiling water into the mugs and slide one across the desk.

“Damn,” he grimaces, taking a sip. “That’s worse than the sludge at the mess hall.”

“It’s better with cream.”

He looks at the mug, looks at you, then back at the mug. “Doubt it.”

“I suppose you can do better?”

“Wouldn’t be hard to,” he mutters, but he takes another sip anyway.

“So, are you wearing the brace?”

He reaches over and tugs at the edge of his collar, pulling it aside to reveal the beige elastic band across his neck and left shoulder. “Ellie threatened to break the other arm if I didn’t.”

“That sounds about right,” you smile. “And…any chest pain? Shortness of breath?”

He shakes his head. “It was…what you said. Panic attack.”

“Do you have those often?”

He takes a deep breath but doesn’t answer.

“I have them, too,” you say, the confession tumbling out before you can stop it. “I guess we’ve all seen some shit we can’t un-see.”

“More than you know,” he whispers.

The pause stretches into silence.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” he says finally. “For pulling a gun on you…when El was sick.”

You nearly choke on your drink. You have to feign a coughing fit while he looks on with an expression of mild confusion.

“An apology? From Joel Miller? Be still, my heart,” you say when you can finally speak.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. “Laugh it up. But I mean it. I appreciate you looking out for her…and me.” 

You gasp, putting a hand to your chest in mock surprise. “An apology and a thank-you? Careful, Miller, you’re going soft.”

He smirks at this, finishes the dregs of his coffee, and pushes the mug back to you.

“Holy shit. Was that a smile ? Is it my fucking birthday or something?”

“Shuddup.”

You lower your voice to a rasp, leaning in. “And here I thought you just wanted to bend me over the desk.” 

His face falls, and he looks so deeply uncomfortable that you almost regret saying it. “Yeah, about that. We can’t…I can’t…do that anymore.”

“There are other positions that won’t put pressure on your shoulder–”

“It’s not about…my arm,” he says, then clears his throat. “The new joist will be up tomorrow. Tommy said he’d swing by and help me fit it in. We can’t finish it up pretty, there’s no drywall, but at least the pipes won’t freeze up again. Then we’re done. No more, uh… payment necessary.”

“Ah…I see,” you say softly. “Then I guess…it’s been nice doing business with you, Miller.”

He nods, licking his lips. After a long moment, he stands to leave, hands on his hips, looking like he wants to say something else.

When he doesn’t, you look down at your desk, pretending to focus on your paperwork. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Take care of that shoulder. And I want you back here for an ECG next week.”

~*~

That night, you return to your little green house and climb the stairs to the attic to check the radio. There’s a new broadcast from FEDRA on the recorder; something about transmission disruptions along the network due to the events in Kansas City, letting you know it might be a while before you hear anything else.

You’ve been thinking about Joel since he left your office, having broken off your little arrangement. You knew the contracting work wouldn’t last forever, and you got the sense Joel was ashamed of your trysts–he fucked you like he couldn’t wait to get away from you–so it’s not a surprise, exactly, but it changes the nature of the job.

But more importantly, Ellie requested you at the clinic and was even ready to fight off another nurse to get to you. She trusts you, and Joel…well, you don’t think he’s going to be a problem now. He seems to have softened, the health scare bringing out some tender underbelly of humanity in him. Yes, you decide, this has been a positive development all around.

You pull the chain to turn off the overhead bulb and climb down from the attic. At this rate, you could be back in Boston before the snow flies.

You’re surprised to find the thought isn’t exactly a comfort.

#fanfic #the last of us hbo #joel miller #joel and ellie #ellie williams #joel miller x reader #joel x you

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

I heard that dekacchan is being blasted on twitter? God! I wish more mhatwt, bkdks or non bkdks reunite and realize that what dekkachan did was not just defending bkdk ship, but also ship hate and character bashing. And believe me, even I am also a bkdk shipper but their annoying long threads are very delusional and it makes me sick that I had to unfollow and block them. They're also in the same discord with me and it's always cringe to see their post about why bkdk is canon or else it's a bad series

Lol yeah, she’s getting blasted for this:

Look, I get that women in Shonan haven’t had the best runs and I get what she’s trying to say: Shonan women have primarily been used as love interests and/or eye candy for the male characters/audience. Is she right? I dunno. However, calling women baby factories for wanting to have kids (something these characters wanted, how well they’re written be damned)? That’s just sexist 😭. Women can choose to have kids and settle down without being reduced to being “baby factories”. Same way a woman can choose to be single, adventurous, and child-free without being reduced to her relationship status. As long as they’re not hurting anyone and are happy/healthy, what someone does with their life shouldn’t be judged.

When called out, her minions are still defending her, saying that context matters. Here’s the thread she was replying to:

Dude was calling out BkDk Stans. You can argue that “who are not gay” wasn’t necessary and I agree but pointing out a character’s sexuality is nowhere near as bad as calling women baby factories just cause said woman decided to settle down after a long adventure.

This whole situation was so funny cause then M!preg was brought into the mix, people claiming that Izuku is often reduced to a housewife in these AUs, which is true. Yet her followers come out with this:

Like the mental gymnastics here are crazy 😂. No one was even talking about whether LGBTQ+ relationships are being pushed. They were talking about Izuku being turned into what Dekkachann describes and her supporting such a thing, which is hypocritical af.

My favorite thing tho is that Dekacchann is a huge hypocrite. She says this yet actively encourages harassment and plays victim when called out.

This is a woman who is 26 btw acting like a 14 year old discovering shipping for the first time. Lady, it ain’t that serious 😭. It’s a ship involving kids. Like wtf? Like I know I bash and make memes about BkDk but those only take me like five seconds out of my day to make and I’m only active on Tumblr when I ain’t doing shit. Sometimes I’m on this blog while I’m shitting. This woman’s life revolves around this ship to the point where it’s become a legitimate obsession and seems to influence her life.

I don’t care where you lie on the BkDk scale. Love it, hate it, it don’t matter. I’m a “you do you, I’ll do me, and unless you bother me, I ain’t gonna bother you” kinda person. What really matters is that this woman is a toxic person on the internet and that BkDk antis and fans should recognize this. Thankfully it seems anyone who’s not in her hivemind is doing so. You know someone is toxic when even members of their own community hate her 😂.

Also, do not go and harass her. I do not condone that shit, even with someone as problematic as her. What I’m saying to recognize that she’s toxic and if she starts harassing people, to either call her out on it or report her.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou