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mindmelter · 2 months

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Alien On The A-List - Ross Lynch Takeover

A vibrant, bustling crowd filled the arena, their excitement palpable as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved idol, Ross Lynch. A particular individual within the crowd stood out, one of the few men among the majority female crowd, his heart racing and his palms sweaty not just from the energy in the crowd but from something more personal. His gaze never left the entrance, his eyes fixed awaiting for the man who had stolen his heart. The fan was obviously gay, horny and had a huge crush on Ross Lynch, the star and singer of the band. He had been following his idol's every move for years, attending concerts and collecting the tickets. Little did he know that fate would soon intervene in the form of a tiny, alien creature he would find that day.

The fan had been in many concerts before, but this particular place was an odd choice to host one, it was just too far away from the city and there was an old legend about the place, they say it used to be a military base where they would keep captured Aliens, but it was closed many years ago for mysterious reasons.

As the lights flickered and loud music began to play, the fans erupted into deafening cheers, their screams echoing through the arena. Ross Lynch finally emerged on stage, his charisma and charm immediately taking hold of the audience.

The gay fan felt a surge of happiness and desire course through his veins. He could only dream of having a chance with Ross, of somehow making contact with the object of his affection, but he knew it was impossible, he was just one gay fan among a crowd of four thousand people.

"Down here" The fan heard a voice say, he looked around confused, but everyone else was just enjoying the show. "No, down here! look to the ground" the voice spoke again.

And then, during this chaotic moment, he spotted it: a tiny, transparent, Alien humanoid, fighting not to be stomped by the crazy crowd.

Without hesitation, he picked it up, not realizing the significance of what he had just discovered. It was an alien creature, and it was about to change his life forever.

The alien and the fan started communicating through telepathy. The tiny creature explained that it was hibernating under the ground for decades and had just woken up but due to the loud music above. The Alien was very angry about being woken by the loud music and the singing voice of this human named "Ross Lynch" The Alien was trying now to find a new host to take over, but he almost got trampled by all those people, if it wasn't for the fan, he would have. The alien also seemed to understand the fan's infatuation with Ross Lynch and promised to help him get closer to his idol, but with one condition.

"My species feeds on human emotions, but Desire is the tastiest and sweetest human emotion, it makes us very strong. And you, human...you are full of it, I could feel your desire from miles away, and it is delicious. I just woke up from my hibernation, that means i'm starving, that's why I want to offer you a deal, I will make your dream come true by taking over the source of your desire, and all you have to do is just keep desiring him"

As the concert drew to a close, the fan devised a plan. They would do it during the meet-and-greet session that would happen after the concert.

Finally, the moment arrived. The fan waited in line, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear. When it was his turn, he stepped forward...

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Ross Lynch was in the middle of another exhausting meet and greet, signing autographs and taking selfies with his adoring fans. One particular fan, a young man who had been waiting in line for hours, approached the star with a box of chocolates and a tiny, plastic alien toy. As he kindly accepted the gift, the alien toy came to life and jumped right inside his mouth. The Alien's true form was gelatinous and slimy, so it was easy to slide inside.

Ross, feeling a foreign object in his throat, began to cough uncontrollably. The crowd around him grew silent, watching in horror as their idol choked on what appeared to be a tiny plastic toy. As he finally caught his breath, his eyes rolled back and his head went limp. The alien had made its way down his throat and into his brain, taking full control of his body.

Suddendly his white eyes went back to normal, and he glared at the scared fan. The security guards moved in to restrain the fan. But before they could touch him, Ross spoke: "Let him through." The guards hesitated, exchanging nervous glances, but eventually parted to let the gay fan approach him. As he stepped closer, a wicked grin spread across Ross's face.

"I've heard from a tiny Alien that you are a big fan of mine, is this true?"

The fan was speacheless, he tried to talk, to say yes!, to say he's been a huge fan for years, but no words came out, he was just too nervous to speak with his Idol. Ross just chuckled and turned to his staff members.

"End the meet and greet session, I'm done for today" Ross said to his staff. The possessed star then took the fan's hand and led him to the backrooms, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. The fan could barely believe this was really happening and he started to imagine what would happen next.

"That's it, keep imagining all the dirty things I'm gonna do to you" Ross told him.

The fan then continued imagining different hot scenarios of him alone with Ross. Ross just closed his eyes and started to moan while telepathically viewing all the things his horny gay fan was thinking about him. "Uuugghhhhh...fuck yes, I'm totally doing that...and that as well... Hmmm this looks hot!"

The fan was terrified but also strangely aroused by Ross's newfound dominance, he could only nod in agreement. Ross leaned in close, their breath mingling, and he whispered: "We are going to have toons of fun with this host." The possessed Ross Lynch then turned around, marching back to the halls.

They finally arrived at Ross's private dressing room, with the door closed Ross turned to face his fan. "Now," he smirked, "you're going to see what happens when you try to fuck with the wrong person."

With that, he pushed the fan roughly against the wall, taking off his white sweaty tank top and then throwing the shirt to the fan. "Sniff it" Ross ordered and the fan obeyed. Ross smirked as he watched.

"Good boy, I see you like my smell" he purred, before roughly shoving the fan's face into his sweaty armpit. "Suck it." he commanded. "It was what you wanted all this time wasn't it?"

The fan, overcome with a mixture of fear and lust, obeyed, wrapping his lips around Ross's sweaty armpit and sucking greedily. Hours of non-stop singing and dancing had left his body completely covered in sweat.

Meanwhile, inside Ross's brain, the alien creature was having the time of its life, reveling in the power it now wielded over its new host. It sent a wave of desire coursing through Ross's veins, and as he felt the fan's tongue lapping at his host's sweaty armpit, he could no longer contain himself. Grinning wickedly, he spun the stunned fan around and pinned him against the wall again, their bodies pressed tightly together. "Now," he growled, "it's time for you to see what I really want." And with that, he slid his hands down the fan's pants, grabbing his aroused member in his hand. As the two of them finally gave in to their desires, the possessed Ross Lynch and his adoring fan started to kiss, the fan forgot about the world outside the dressing room, lost in the throes of passion.

After the 8 minutes long french kiss, Ross ordered the fan to kneel before him, and the fan obeyed without hesitation, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal. Ross Lynch placed a hand on the fan's head, pushing him towards his bulge roughly, and the fan felt Ross's hard boner inside his pants. "You're mine now," Ross growled, his voice deep and commanding. "This host belong to me, and you belong to this Host!"

The fan could feel Ross Lynch's erection pressing against his face, and he knew that he was going to get what he had always wanted. Ross Lynch grabbed the fan roughly by the hair, pulling his head back, and the fan gazed up into the intense, alien-possessed eyes of his idol. "You're going to worship my body, my sweat, my everything," Ross commanded. "And when I'm done with you, you're going to beg for more." The tiny alien within Ross Lynch's body was relentless, driving him to take control and dominate the situation, and the fan couldn't help but submit to the tough alpha persona the Alien was adopting.

Ross guided the fan's hands to his armpits while the fan licked his hard sweaty abs "Yeeees," Ross hissed, "that's it. Taste me, boy"

As their bodies moved together in a frenzy of lust, Ross Lynch reached down and started to unbuckle his belt.

After dropping the jeans to his ankles, Ross grabbed the fan's hand and guided it to his exposed, hardened flesh. The fan's fingers trembled as they wrapped around Ross's length, feeling the heat and the power that emanated from it. "That's it," Ross growled, "stroking your god. Show me how much you want me." And with that, Ross Lynch began to thrust against the fan's hand, his hips moving in a powerful rhythm that drove the fan to the brink of ecstasy.

The fan could feel Ross Lynch's breath hot against his ear, his words sending shivers down his spine. "This is what you always dreamed of," Ross whispered, "and I'm going to make sure you remember this for the rest of your life." And with that, Ross leaned down, capturing the fan's lips in a brutal kiss, their tongues clashing together as they exchanged their saliva.

As their hot passionate encounter came to a climax, Ross Lynch let out a primal roar, his body tense and shuddering as he released his seed deep into the fan's hand. The fan felt a wave of heat and pleasure wash over him as he came as well, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. And when it was over, Ross leaned back on a chair, catching his breath, his chest heaving as he looked down at the fan sprawled beneath him. The fan watched in awe as Ross's softening member pulsated every few seconds, he also could see the alien still glowing brightly within Ross's eye, its presence both terrifying and thrilling all at once.

"So? How did you like it? I tried to recreate exactly the fantasy I saw in his mind." Ross said, a smile curling the corners of his lips. "It looks like this whole experience left you speechless, I understand, you need time to recover" He laughed, and with that, he leaned down once more, kissing the fan softly on the forehead, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. "Thank you for feeding me, I'm full now"

The fan stayed on the floor, he just smiled and looked down to his cum covered hand, he couldn't help but wonder what other more adventures they would share together.

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"This is our destiny" Ross sang to the loud crowd.

Four days had passed after the take over, and Ross was already singing at another concert as he was still on tour. The fan was now sitting in the front and exclusive row, which allowed the fan a perfect, up-close view of Ross's fit, sweaty body. For a few moments while he was singing, Ross would look, wink and point at this particular fan. For some people it even seemed that Ross was singing only for him.

#alien possession

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derekhighwaytf · 8 months

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Vanity, Oh Vanity

With a chiseled jawline and sculpted muscles that are the result of countless hours in the gym, you must think you’re the spitting image of youth and physical perfection. You exude a confidence that's almost intoxicating. Your hair, a glossy waterfall of golden locks, is your crowning glory, accentuating your overly self-assured smile.

And if life is a game to you, "HookedUp" is your playground. Every day, hundreds of messages fill your inbox from men who would do anything just to get a response back from you. Your fingers dance across the screen, teasing and toying with these horny bastards who seek your attention. The thrill of the chase, the art of seduction—it's a game you play so masterfully. You revel in the attention, basking in your control of the chase, always one step ahead, relishing the power your beauty affords you.

But then, out of the blue, here comes a message from "Need2SuckNow." The profile picture stops you in your tracks—a chubby, bald man with a browless face and a ridiculous mustache. What a fucking loser! You laugh aloud, feeling a mixture of contempt and amusement. He is everything you are not, a stark contrast to your own graceful elegance. These are the guys that make you ashamed of the gay community. Horny, desperate fuckers who are so ugly that they shouldn’t be allowed to see the light of day.

That is, until he messages you. "Too good for me, huh? Well let's see about that.” Your laughter freezes in your throat. A chill runs down your spine, something about the message seeming too unusual just to ignore. You quickly try to block the account, but your app freezes up until you receive another chilling message.

"It must be easy to keep a clean face when you only have to shave once every week. But a mustache would look nice on your upper lip. Must suck that you can't get rid of it."

Your heart pounds as a sudden tingling sensation dances across your upper lip. You dash to the bathroom mirror, terror gripping you as you find a thick, bushy mustache sprouting uncontrollably. You can feel each hair pushing through your skin, an alien sensation that makes your stomach churn. In a panic, you grab your razor and try shave it off, but it grows back instantly, each hair thicker and coarser than before. Your face, once the epitome of smooth perfection, is now marred, the mustache making you appear like some kind of seventies porn actor.

Then a new message pops up: "Hmmm, even with that worm on your face, you're still undeniably sexy. Well, you were, until you lost your hair.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as a foreign sensation begins to crawl across your scalp. Your hair—once your golden crown, each strand lovingly styled and nurtured—begins to wither, shriveling up into thin strings of dull brown. You watch in the mirror, helpless, as each luxurious strand shrivels and falls like brittle leaves from a dying tree. Your scalp tingles with a sensation akin to thousands of tiny ants marching in unison, each step another hair lost, another cruel reminder of what you're losing. In mere moments, you go from a thick, glossy mane to completely and utterly bald, your scalp laid bare, smooth, and cold. The beautiful image you've spent you’re entire life crafting has shattered within mere minutes.

“Well look who went from twink to daddy! You would get to enjoy this if only you weren’t two cheeseburgers away from becoming a bear."

The words echo in your ears as you feel a strange bloating sensation work up your stomach. It starts subtly, a softness in the muscles you've worked so hard to sculpt. Your reflection warps as your once well-defined muscles begin to transform into flabby, gut-like masses. Each ripple and curve you've proudly displayed becomes obscured by an unwelcome softness. Your pecs, once firm and strong, sag into the unrecognizable shape of man boobs. Your abs dissolve into a paunch, like you’ve just drank four kegs of beer, and your arms have now become hefty wind sails.

You strain to move as your body expands, each part becoming softer and more unmanageable. The grace and ease with which you once moved are replaced by a sluggish, heavy feeling. You reach out, touching the body that was once your pride, feeling it jiggle back, unable to reconcile the stranger staring back at you.

A new message chills you to the bone: “And if that wasn’t enough, you might’ve still been able to get laid if you hadn’t shaved your eyebrows off, you nasty punk!”

Your heart lurches, and you instinctively reach up, touching the place where your eyebrows once framed your alluring eyes. They're gone. You feel the bare skin, smooth and empty, the absence more profound than mere hair. Your eyes, once highlighted by well-groomed brows, now stare back at you freakishly, wide and vulnerable, framed by a void that seems to laugh at your former vanity.

“And don’t think you can hide the new you from the world. It’s too bad that you have an insatiable need to get fucked in the kinkiest ways possible. Now that you’re the town whore, everyone knows that you will do anything to get filled.”

A shiver runs through you as a new sensation takes hold—an intense, overpowering craving for cock. It's not just a desire; it's a need, a hunger that gnaws at your very core. Your body aches with it, every fiber of your being consumed by a lust you've never known. You find yourself feverishly messaging guys on the app, the very desperation you mocked replacing the playful teasing that once defined your game. The desire to be filled with cum overshadows everything else, even as your transformed appearance continues to haunt your every move. It doesn’t matter who, you need cock, and you need it now.

The transformation is complete, the new you solidified, your username now the mocking reminder of what you once laughed at: Need2SuckNow. Your vanity, your grace, your confidence—all of it is gone, replaced by an insatiable hunger for cock that will not be denied.

You are Need2SuckNow, and the world will never let you forget it.

#gay tf #male transformation #mental change #tf story #muscle theft #bald #tf #bear tf #bearification

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cyberbun · 7 months

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Sell me on love with the villainess if you like it so much

What starts as a silly romantic comedy about a girl trying to romance her favorite side-character from an otome game gives way to one of the most beautifully written romances I've read in my entire life, about two people learning to find worth within themselves through each other and fighting the world to love one another.

It's a story, fundamentally, about healing from the damage the world does to you through love - for one is healing from the trauma of being abandoned and never getting to say goodbye to someone you love, for the other from bigotry. It's about finding oneself in another and building something greater than the sum of its parts. Once it stops being a horny comedy it just hits you back to back with some of the most heartwrenching romantic narratives I've read without going full into tragedy territory.

It also helps that Rei and Claire are some of my favorite romantic leads ever, even if it takes a good chunk of the story for their romance to really kick off for good. The manga does a better job of giving them some more romantic development before they get together for good at the end of the second novel, but either way, I'm just such a sucker for undying devotion like that. Rei's early characterization of just being surrendered to ensuring her beloved is happy, even if she is not, just hits such a strong chord with me personally.

The manga does a good job of showing the growth of their relationship a little bit less one-sidedly, compared to the light novel. There's some wonderful moments that are added or mixed in just through aonoshimo's wonderful art excellent facial expressions communicating a lot of internality for both characters.

Definitely read the manga, but also check out the light novels - the first two are fantastic, third is my favorite, four is kind of mediocre but still fun, five is the author choosing to take a silly isekai premise and see how far she can run with it, such as "let's make it so it's not an isekai anymore".

The anime, so far, is really surpassing my expectations, especially with its visual direction. I fully expected it to be kind of a throwaway project, but they're really putting everything into it! They even condensed the worst parts of the story into just one episode this week.

Oh also the story also constantly grapples with the inherent maliciousness of capitalism and provides some pretty scathing commentary on being gay and trans in japan - nothing new, but it's refreshing to see something this mainstream get so overtly into the topic. Next week's episode, if they don't coward out of it, should be the one where they have one of the most iconic conversations of the story regarding the latter.

I hope this rambling mess of an answer is what you wanted, anon.

#ask #anon #I'm in love with the villainess #wataoshi

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xxlovelynovaxx · 6 months

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Well, since tumblr randomly ate my pinned... -_-

About us:

We're the Stars system, a massively polymultiple and polyfragmented mixed origin DID system. We consider ourselves an infinite system.

Our pronouns are fae/it unless specified otherwise. When referring to multiple of us, you are welcome to use fae&/it& or you& for clarity. If you are up for it, we would also appreciate second person neopronouns being tried out (substituting neos for 'you'), and sometimes we use first person neopronouns (substituting neos for 'I/we')

Some of our labels include (we use general/umbrella labels in places to indicate that we use many of those kind of labels):

(disability)

POTS

MCAS

likely ME/CFS

chronic pain (likely fibromyalgia)

other unspecified chronic illness symptoms

physically disabled with mobility disabilities

anxiety

PTSD and C-PTSD

DID w/strong dp/dr symptoms

schizophrenia/psychotic

cluster B spectrum disorder, comprehensive subtype (we meet the diagnostic criteria for all four cluster B disorders and our symptoms are heavily interrelated)

OCD

autism

ADHD

MADD

OLD (a medically unrecognized disorder)

neurodivergent and neurodisabled

cognitive disabilities

cripple

mad

often housebound, sometimes bedbound (less so now that we have a wheelchair)

low to mid masking

low to mid functioning

mid to high support needs

(system)

traumaendo mixed origin

infinite system

aside from traumagen and endo, spirigenic, schizogenic, bordergenic, paragenic, tulpagenic, and more

(queer)

Abro (and use lesbian, gay, queerhet, bi, pan, omni, and mspec and straight lesbian/gay labels)

transneufemmasc, transfluid

intersex

altersex/salmacian

pangenderfluid, kingender, xenogender, agender, maverique, intergender, multigender, androgyne, and others

faegender

butch and femboy

queer

demigrey aroace and grey apl among others

lesboy/turigirl

radinclus

(other)

alterhuman

otherkin (especially fae/changeling, but pankin across the whole system)

otherhearted

copinglink and linktypes

hearthome

choicekin

constelic

demihuman and nonhuman both

endel

humankin

flickers

hivemind

multiversal

reality shifters

nonperson

We are pro-endo and pro-tulpa, anti-psych and anti-phys, pro-mad-liberation and cripplepunk inclusionists and coined unitypunk. We are kff safe and do not believe ANY identity that someone genuinely identifies as, that is not specifically based on intentional harm to others, can be inherently or ontologically harmful. We are proship/profic and ourselves are survivors of a specific kind of SA that cannot be directly spoken about here. We are also anti-forced-recovery and don't believe in consensus reality.

We also do not believe it is okay to make fun of reality shifters just because it's the current acceptable target, and find it especially hypocritical coming from otherkin. Even if it was always harmful, the appropriate response would be genuine, non-patronizing concern, offering resources, and then backing the fuck off if people can't or won't "recover". That being said, most "anti" sentiment in this context is heavily sanist and centered around the idea of a "correct" consensus reality. Not trusting people to be right about their own subjective experiences is both sanist and just generally an asshole move.

We believe transandrophobia exists, that everyone can be affected by transmisogyny and that TMA/TME labels are reductive and often bioessentialist and intersexist in usage, and that exorsexism and the above are all serious issues both within the trans community and in society as a whole. We support transunity. We also are pro-complicated and conflicting labels, such as mspec lesbian/gay, straight lesbian/gay, transmasc lesbians, and lesgay/lesboy/turigirl labels.

We are transhumanist and support bodily autonomy and good faith identity with NO. EXCLUSIONS. If you think this doesn't apply to you, I promise it still probably actually does. We do our best to judge people on their actions, not their thoughts, feelings, or anything else that occurs internally. We also don't believe any body modifications or exercise of personal bodily autonomy is wrong.

We also believe it's not wrong to be unhealthy, to refuse or be unable to recover, and that healthism is ableism. Disabled people (including neurodivergent people) are the most reliable authority on their own experiences. Also, if someone says they were called a slur, you should believe them, and they have a right to reclaim it regardless of if you think they have the "right" identity (outside of perhaps racial/ethnic slurs, which I feel is not our place to comment on). Slur, label, and flag discourse is all bullshit cop behavior and y'all need to stop it.

There's probably more that we'll come back and add later, but for now, here's a new pinned.

#pinned

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princeescaluswords · 6 months

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Not a Substitute for the Past

I have to push back against a particular take in Teen Wolf fandom that I feel is not only inaccurate but also a symptom of damaging behaviors in fandom.

Liam is not a Mini-Jackson and Mason is certainly not Danny-Lite.

Saying that Liam and Mason are some sort of cheap replacements for Jackson and Danny is to flatten their characters so much as to be unrecognizable. Of course, they are both best-friend duos, but there were literally four other 'best-friend duos' showcased in the production: Scott and Stiles; Allison and Lydia; Sebastian and Marcel; and Gabe and Nolan. Of them, Scott and Stiles are the most important; all the others, in their significantly different dynamics, serve to examine that relationship.

To me, the only thing that Liam and Jackson have in common is that they're white lacrosse stars. You would have to get rid of all their other character development in order to make the claim that Liam was a replacement for Jackson.

Jackson starts out as a rich, popular sports star, the captain of the lacrosse team, who strides through the halls of BHHS with the adoration of his peers, a smoking hot girlfriend, and protective and involved parents. As the seasons progress, we discover he has issues which spring from his learning that he was adopted and that his biological parents died on the night he was born. Jackson internalized this exterior tragedy, resulting in an impostor syndrome so strong that it had supernatural consequences. Because of this, he's insecure about his own value, and he reacts by being jealous, obsessive, and mean, frequently crossing the line into cruel. While his parents obviously care about him, he keeps them at arm's length. His relationship with Lydia is toxic; even though it's shown that both of them care about each other, it's too often mixed up with the false fronts they put up in order to maintain their status.

In contrast, Liam is younger, but he's definitely not popular. He's insecure, but this doesn't come from an exterior tragedy but a mental disorder: his I.E.D. His inability to cope with it effectively (which to Teen Wolf's credit is never shown as a moral deficiency) has lead to him being expelled from his former school, having an antagonistic relationship with his former coach and the entire Devenford lacrosse team, and having created Hayden as his nemesis. None-the-less, his relationship with his parents is strong, as far as we can tell and in contrast to Jackson. Dr. Geyer is a very good stepfather; we see that in Muted (4x03). Liam doesn't allow his insecurity to make him resent his parents; instead, he is driven to prove himself worthy of their love (which there is no indication that they would withhold). He doesn't have Jackson's status but he wants it, and while he can be stubborn, aggressive and competitive, he doesn't exhibits signs of jealousy or any willingness to hurt others to get what he wants. While he can lash out in anger, he's seldom mean and never cruel.

In addition, their relationships to the lead protagonist are very different, and that is NOT incidental. At the beginning of the show, Jackson's surface persona represents everything Scott aspires to (popularity, a girlfriend, to be seen and recognized) only for him to discover the hollowness beneath that facade. Then, in Season 4, Liam represents everything Scott has been forced to leave behind (the ability to be angry, the right to focus on himself, being taken care of rather than taking care of others, etc.). In the end, Liam isn't a replacement for Jackson because they don't serve the same function in the narrative.

To me, Danny and Mason are both gay -- though the idea that there is a designated gay character is so Eighties -- and they're both minorities -- which is just as Eighties -- but the very nature of their roles within their best-friend duos are vastly different.

Danny is Jackson's best friend on the lacrosse team, despite Jackson often being aggressive and sometimes even hostile toward him ("kind of always at a four"). Danny obviously cares but seems undisturbed by Jackson's more aggressive behavior, though he will push back if he thinks Jackson goes too far. Throughout the seasons, Danny exists in proximity to the supernatural goings-on, yet he manages to keep a distance even with several near misses, so much so that the audience was surprised that he had figured out Ethan's nature. It's not fear of danger; he can be transgressive when he wants to be. Danny manages people by drawing boundaries and respecting those boundaries in others.

On the other hand, Mason becomes far more active in Liam's supernatural life, and it's not because Liam doesn't try to keep him out of it. Mason is curious and involved, and he "wants to help." In fact, his desire to be there for Liam, in my opinion, often leads to Mason enabling Liam in his actions. When he meets the rest of the pack he's immediately willing to engage with them and help them out. He doesn't even hesitate to start the second-longest-lasting relationship in the show with the chimera Corey. Mason allows himself to be far more vulnerable in his relationship with Liam and with the supernatural in question, as compared to Danny's reticence. Another thing I appreciate is that neither approach toward friendship is shown as 'better' than the other. They're just different! (which is the point of this meta).

It will help if you think about these parallel scenes. In Venomous (2x06) Jackson and Danny are working out, and Danny remarks that Jackson is trying to lift far too much weight. Jackson snaps that he doesn't need a spotter, and Danny shrugs and leaves. "I'm hitting the shower. If I come back and you're lying dead underneath a pile of weight, I'm taking the Porsche." Danny still cares, but he's not going to let Jackson get under his skin. In A Promise to the Dead (4x11), the scene is recreated with Liam and Mason. Liam, rather than being consumed by disappointment like Jackson was, is trying to cope with his fear of the Berserkers. Mason, rather than leaving with a quip like Danny, stands there hurt by Liam's behavior. Scott has to caution Liam about pushing his friends away.

Same situation, different motivations from each character involved, demonstrating how while they might be best friends they act in the context of that friendship in different ways. Liam is running away from the possibilities of the supernatural, while Jackson is running toward them. Danny is willing to respect Jackson's boundaries while still caring for him, while Mason is hurt by his inability to help a clearly distressed friend. These difference help demonstrate Scott's evolving role in his peer group and his own growing skills in leadership. He is in a position to help Liam and Mason in a way he wasn't able to help Jackson and Danny.

Liam and Mason are not replacements for Jackson and Danny. Even if Jackson and Danny were present in season 4 through 6, they couldn't possibly have the same relationship with Scott because they were very different people.

#liam dunbar #mason hewitt #jackson whittemore #danny mahealani #scott mccall #teen wolf meta #fandom problems

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oneshotnewbie · 5 months

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Maggie and Alex's daughter gets beaten up and injured at school because her moms are gay.

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A chilly Friday dawned on this clear day over National City as you said goodbye to both your mothers with a warm smile and a friendly demeanor and headed off to school. But within that peaceful aura of yours, there was an invisible darkness that hovered over your life five days a week, causing you to despair. Your mothers, Alex and Maggie, had been happily married for four years, loved each other deeply and had raised you with love and care. Although their love was strong and real, in this conservative teenage community, where hormones reigned supreme, their relationship was highly controversial and it was not acceptable in the narrow minds of some of your classmates.

As you walked through the school gates of National City High School and put one foot in front of the other, you immediately felt the tense atmosphere that would accompany you through everyday school life. As you entered the building, textbooks clutched tightly to your chest, the corridors and halls filled with excited students as the first school bells rang. Sneaking around people, you tried not to draw any more attention to yourself, but the other students' eyes seemed to be on you.

The whispers and giggles were like poisonous arrows piercing your soul and you tried to make your way to your first class, head bowed, when suddenly a group of classmates were throwing insults at you while they laughed behind your back. For the normal teenagers, you were special. "Look at this, people! The adopted girl brought into a lesbian family is on the move again!" one of the boys mocked, nudging his friends to make them laugh maliciously and you felt a lump forming in your throat. "That is perverted."

The words cut through your heart like a knife, seemed to echo in your ears and settle in your brain, your heart starting to increase it´s beat. You tried to hold back the tears and continued walking to his locker, where you planned to put the third through sixth period books. But as you walked towards your locker, you saw a paper hanging on your door that said "Daughter of the Lesbian Gang" written in all caps. The despair and pain overwhelmed you, but you tried to keep yourself together so as not to look like a weakling and make your situation worse.

Things were not any better in class. Some students made snide and mocking comments about your family, and others laughed at you while sticky paper balls were pushed into your hair through a straw. Your teacher either did not seem to notice anything or deliberately ignored the situation and you felt completely alone.

During the first break, the cruelty of the classmates continued. You sat on a bench in the quiet corner of the schoolyard, tears reflecting in your eyes as you looked at your lovingly prepared breakfast that Maggie had made. You felt misunderstood and hurt, your mothers having no idea what happened during school time. You had never said a word about it in their presence. Your thoughts were interrupted when you were pushed away by another student and landed unceremoniously on the floor, spilling your lunch all over the dirty floor. A hateful aura arose around you that seemed threatening to you.

"Oops, I am sorry about that, freakshow" bystanders laughed at a tall girl's words and pointed a finger at you as you tried to pick yourself up and keep your dignity. More students joined in the laughter, and soon several curious eyes found themselves on you. "I am not a freak show and it is not fair to judge my family!" you shouted, the hurt evident in your eyes as you tried to defend yourself from the harsh words.

The girl, a grade higher than you, laughed scornfully and stepped closer before grabbing you by the collar and throwing you to the ground again, straddling your thighs to keep you beneath her. A blow from the clenched fist that hit you in the eyebrow caused a deep cut into your skin through the ring on one finger, which immediately began to bleed. The other students did not dare to pull the girl away from you and help you, but joined in the mockery and cheered her with wild clapping and whistling.

You felt like you were under a magnifying glass as you tried to protect yourself from her blows, but your hands were pinned to the floor by the wrists under her knees. Your heart was pounding with fear and anger, but you did not dare defend yourself further. You tried to hold back tears as you begged for mercy, multiple insults with each blow cutting into your soul like knife stabs. "You are just embarrassing, just like your weird married mothers. No wonder no one likes you."

At the end of the school day, you did not even dare take the school bus. You would not find any peace there, as a few older students were already making fun of you and blocking your way trying to get there. Instead you walked home for three quarters of an hour in the rain. When you got home, your mothers were still at work and you were trying to hide and explain a solution to the injuries on your face. The wounds inflicted on you would heal. But the emotional scars cut deep and hurt your sense of self-worth immensely.

While you were taking care of yourself, you wondered if you should confess to your mothers so they could place you in another school. You could not continue like this in the long run, it would destroy you.

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AN UNEXPECTED GUEST - PART 4

Chapter 2 for Forbidden Love series. The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - rhea x reader.

mentions of raquel x reader.

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You pulled Rhea into your room so fast that the taller female collided harshly against your petite frame— forcing a gust of air from your lungs. Your wrist flicking to close the door behind her, as both your arms wound around her waist in a tight embrace.

“—Hi.”

Rhea laughed softly, her own arms winding around your torso as you nuzzled against her chest. You always felt so at peace when Rhea held you, the sweet scent of her perfume intoxicating.

“What did Liv want?”

You hadn’t stopped worrying about why Liv had gone to Rhea’s room, trying to convince yourself that it was nothing— that they were just hanging out, but you couldn’t shake the fear.

“Straight to the point, huh?”

Rhea chortled, resting her chin down against your head.

“You don’t need to freak out, pretty girl.”

Unwrapping your arms from around Rhea’s waist, you lean back slightly within her hold to place your palms down against her chest. Your gaze meeting hers as a manicured brow arches.

“Freak out… I’m not freaking out.”

The tone in your voice was clearly higher than usual, the speed of your heartbeat increasing as you kept your gaze fixed on Rhea, the warmth behind her features causing a soft smile to tug at her lips.

“Riiiight.”

She chortled— her lips kissing softly against your forehead and her palms moving to cup around your jaw, she tilted your head back to press her lips against the cushion of your own in a quick peck.

“She just wanted to apologize. For last month. Trust me, there is nothing to worry about.”

Rhea lied as her sapphire gaze sparkled down at you, a wave of emotions crashing on her like a ton of bricks. She kept her features warm and comforting, as she battled with herself in her subconscious. You have to tell her, she deserves to know the truth before you fall too deep. One side shouts, the other returning a rebuttal. Don’t be ridiculous! You want her and you know you do. This isn’t your fault. Liv was just too late.

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“I call shot guuuuun.”

Liv shouted as she ran through the lobby— bag in hand, as you followed along behind her with Rhea and Raquel. A small laugh leaving the two females that walked either side of you, you shake your head slowly. Liv always seemed so happy, constantly full of energy. How she wasn’t embarrassed about being so bubbly in public, you had no idea.

Sneaking a quick glance over at Rhea as you made your way to the car, you take note of her slightly sullen features. It was clear she’d wanted to sit up front with you, but was taking the hit to avoid issues. I’m sorry you mouthed, the two of you separating as your walked round the front of the car to the drivers side. Slotting her suitcase behind the back seats, Rhea hops over the door and drops down in the seat behind you— her brows arching slightly as she spots everyone staring at her.

“What?”

She questioned, shifting her glance between each individual in front of her. Looking at Rhea dead on and then down at the door handle, Raquel pulled the door open as she looked back up in Rhea’s direction.

“There’s no roof.”

Rhea stated, point a lone finger up towards the sky with a raised brow.

“Why bother with the door?”

All four of you burst into laughter as Raquel drops down in her seat, your head shaking gently as you turn the key in the ignition and start up the car.

You enjoyed hanging out with the girls, being part of a group that just jelled well together. It wasn’t often that you were all in the same place, usually only when larger fights were in the works. But it always gave you something to look forward too, seeing Liv was always fun— but seeing all of them was better.

WWE always made sure their champions were closely located to the arena— saved on travel time, so you didn’t have to spend too long listening to Liv sing along with the radio out of key. You glance flitting up to meet Rhea’s in the rear view mirror, a warm smile capturing your features as you saw her watching you. Of course you’d much rather she was in the front with you, but challenging Liv over a shot gun was like challenging a child. You weren’t going to win.

Taking a quick glance over in Liv’s direction, you’re relieved to see her leaning against the door frame watching the world go by. Giving you the perfect timing to slip your palm between your seat and the door and back in Rhea’s direction, a soft smile claiming your features as you feel her fingers winding with yours.

It wasn’t the smartest move for you to be showing Rhea any kind of attention with Liv in such close proximity, but you weren’t going to let your trip go to waste. You’d come to San Juan for her after all. But with Liv distracted you had to seize the opportunity— little did you know you hadn’t gone completely unnoticed. Raquel’s gaze catching your little interaction, the muscular female did her best to not react, her lips pressing into a tight line in order to suppress her smile.

“So Y/N..”

Rhea states, leaning forward into the back of your seat to wrap her free arm around your chest— attempting to hide your conjoined palms.

“You gonna sit ring side this time? It’s a much better view.”

You knew exactly what Rhea was doing, she wanted you to be ring side. She wanted you there for support, so she could have you there when she won— it had nothing to do with the view.

Removing your hold on Rhea’s palm— in order to keep one hand on the wheel, you pat it down gently against her forearm a few times before shooting her and Raquel a look in the rear view mirror.

“Ooooh no can do, Ripley. I’ve already made plans to watch backstage with Liv and Rocky. Right girls?”

You watch Rhea roll her eyes playfully, a glimmer of disappointment flashing in her crystal gaze as she releases a faux huff before leaning back into her seat. Sure she was pretending to be upset for Liv and Raquel, but you could tell it wasn’t all fake. You just hoped she wasn’t actually upset with you.

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Zelina Vega was a spitfire, small and agile— but when it came to down to standing face to face with Rhea Ripley, she didn’t stand a chance.

Your slender legs rested in Liv’s lap as you all sat with your gaze locked on the big screen, you waited patiently for Rhea’s match to start. Loud cheers for the smackdown woman’s champion rang in your ears as she made her way to the ring— of course they’d sent her in first.

“Y/N…”

You hadn’t notice as Liv repeatedly tapped her palm against your shin, your gaze shifting from the tv to the bubbly blonde as she continued her motion.

“Did you hear me, I want some water.”

You raised your brow slightly, watching as she continued to tap against your leg.

“Do.. do you want me to get it?”

Liv chortled softly, pushing your legs off her lap before rising to her feet and spinning back to face you.

“No I got it.”

Without another word Liv disappears from the back room, leaving you alone with Raquel.

You slowly turn your gaze over to where Raquel sat, a slight tingle of confusion washing over you as you find the fellow female staring at you. The corners of your lips twitch into a nervous smile before your tongue parts them to coat each with moisture. What was she looking at? Your brows furrowing and your nose crinkling, you can’t help the small chortle that vibrates from your chest.

“Why are you staring at me?”

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching you both, Raquel hoped up from her chair and hurried over to the couch where you sat confused. She was full of energy— her features glowing with excitement as she dropped down on the couch beside you, her muscular arm swinging round your shoulder before giving it a gentle squeeze.

“So…”

So.. so what? Your brows remained arched as your confusion grew, your gaze flitting from Raquel’s hold on your shoulder and back up to her features a few time.

“This should be a good match, don’t you think? Zelina doesn’t stand a chance against Rhea.”

You chewed nervously on your lower lip, glancing back towards the tv as the bell rang and the match began. You were always on edge when watching Rhea fight— whether it be in person, or at home alone on your couch. What if she got hurt? Seriously hurt and it left her out of action. Rhea worked so hard to be where she was and the idea of her having to take a step back always worried you.

“Ye.. yeah, she’s got this.”

You were still confused as to why Raquel was so close to you, still holding on to your shoulder as she gently jabbed a singular finger into your ribs.

“You care about her.”

Your eyes widen instantly as you snap your gaze away from the tv and round to lock with Raquel’s own chestnut hues. Shifting your entire frame over on the couch a few inches, your turn yourself inwards to face her head on. What did she mean by care? You cared for Liv, you cared for her. Did she mean you cared for Rhea in the same way?

“She’s alright.”

Raquel dropped her features in a do I look like an idiot manors, a singular manicured brow arching slightly as she watched you begin to fidget with your fingers in your lap. A soft laugh of discomfort parting your lips as you tried your best to act natural.

Slowly placed one palm down over your hands, Raquel gave it a gentle squeeze of encouragement. You didn’t need to be so timid with her, she understood what nerves felt like.

“I saw you guys in the car, on the way here. You were holding hands.

A lump formed in your throat as Raquel spoke, struggling to swallow it down as you tried to process what to say next. You could deny it. Say you had no idea what she was talking about. But what would be the point?

“Please don’t tell Liv.”

Your voice was quiet, the words leaving your lips in barely a whisper. You still hadn’t had the time to talk with Rhea one on one about your relationship. Could you even call it that? Fooling around didn’t always mean something and until you’d spoken with Rhea, you didn’t want anything becoming public.

“I got you.”

Raquel chortled. Tapping her palm down against your knee, she gave your leg a little shake before returning her gaze towards the tv. The room was fairly silent as the small groups of wrestlers chat amongst themselves, some watching the match just like you as others prepared for their own.

You didn’t know if Raquel could be trusted to keep your secret from Liv, but you believed she wouldn’t betray you and that’s all you needed to relax.

“She’s pretty popular now, huh?.”

Raquel uttered, not too loud but loud enough for you to hear. The corners of your lips twitching into a coy smile as you kept your gaze fixated on Rhea through the screen. She had blown up around the world and you were so proud of how loved she was.

You hadn’t been keeping tabs on the time that past, unaware of Liv’s return to the room. She was like a ninja, always popping up in places without a sound. Water bottle in hand she paused in her tracks as you spoke, your words causing her to swallow harshly.

“She’s… important. Incredible really.”

She’s important. The words that fell from your lips stung in Liv’s chest, a red hot pinch piercing her heart like a knife. She couldn’t breath, her delicate palm gripping tightly around the bottle of water in her hand. She’s important! Her subconscious screamed, causing the tiny blonde to stumble backwards a few steps.

Without a word, Liv backed up slowly. Rage boiling under her skin like fire, she bit down tightly on her lower lip as to stop herself from making a scene.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, it couldn’t be a coincidence.

You were in love with Rhea.

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thinking about how pretty much every single show with lesbian representation has been cancelled or ended by the network in the last year. it hurts so fucking much to see shows being cancelled that have a huge fan base or killing off lesbian characters without a second thought. it’s not gay shows that are being canceled, no, it is wlw shows. mlm shows have continued to go on getting praise and renewals where shows like first kill, even though they’re cheesy and shitty, that have lesbian main characters one being a black woman and having a half black cast are cancelled. it had twice the viewing of shows like heartstopper, a show with two white gay men leads, that got renewed in the first few weeks of its release. even with netflix setting first kill up to fail by releasing it at the same time as huge shows like stranger things and umbrella academy, it still was a huge hit and had such a loving fan base.

the wilds with a lesbian main couple and diverse female cast literally centered around the concept of girl power. huge and dedicated fan base. cancelled. killing eve lesbian main characters one of them being sandra fucking oh that explores the dark side of ourselves while giving really good rep. one of the most dedicated fan bases i’ve seen. cancelled. and not just that, what could have so easily been a happy ending for the couple was ripped from us in the last five minutes right after the characters finally admitted feelings after four fucking seasons. one of them is murdered right in front of the other.

i can’t speak much to shows like everything sucks and the society because i haven’t bothered to watch them knowing they get cancelled. i don’t want to get attached to beautifully written and relatable characters for some big rich homophobic network to tell me no, no you can’t have this anymore. that’s happened too many times to me. right as the couple is happy and things are okay, one of them dies in front of the other like clexa, villaneve, dani and jamie from bly manor. some don’t even really get the opportunity to get to that point and others are just left with their relationship unfinished, with things left unsaid. and don’t even get me started on queer baiting.

yeah gay shows in general with good representation are fucking hard to come by but i’m sorry. mlm don’t face the same kind of hardships that wlw do. there’s a reason burying your lesbians became such a well known trope. because lesbians in shows die all of the fucking time for no good reason. i wish companies like netflix, hbo, and prime would stop fucking being cowards and admit the real reason they’re cancelling these shows. it’s not because they’re not being viewed enough or don’t have a strong fan base. it’s because they’re fucking lesbophobic i don’t want to hear anything else about it or any bullshit that it wasn’t a big enough hit. it may be the 21st century but lesbians aren’t magically equal even within the lgbtq community. the only place to get good representation these days is from fan made sources like fan fiction and fan art. made by people who understand how hard it is.

it’s where we get to see what we’ve always wanted to see, the characters we love, loving each other and being happy. we don’t have big writers scratching ideas because it “wouldn’t look good or be good for ratings”. we get a world where villanelle and eve lived happily ever after instead of villanelle dying in front of eves eyes and and floating into the abyss. not some bullshit from laura fucking neal who knows absolutely nothing about the characters we know telling us it’s what they felt was right. glad burying your lesbians feels right to people. but in our fan spaces we get to see villanelle make it out alive, we get to see them have a normal life and watch movies together. we also get to see and express what we feel is right with the fuck ton of queer coding in media. we get to see nancy and robin fall in love, emma and regina confess their feelings for one another, and any of the endless amount of amazing ships that we desire. there is a reason we flock to those spaces, it’s where we feel safe, seen, and where we feel like maybe one day we can have a relationship like that, to be loved like that. but it sometimes doesn’t make up for seeing it all play out endorsed by a company and written by people that actually care about representation and their viewers instead of just money. we all want to be loved and feel accepted and seen but sadly, because of the events of the last year, i’m not gonna hold my fucking breath.

sorry this is a lot, i’m just so fucking pissed

#killing eve #first kill #the wilds #once upon a time #netflix #wlw #fuck netflix #the haunting of bly manor

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Most of the Ram/Bheem fic I read that mentions Sita at all expands upon an idea that is absolutely set up in the movie, and I think it’s interesting that there’s such a strong fan consensus: That Ram had loved Sita at some point in some way, but he’d been through too much and gone too long without her, so his feelings changed.

The first mention of her is during Dosti, when Bheem asks about the necklace. Ram is oddly silent, visibly uncomfortable, and his body language is super weird in that moment. Watch it again! He’s twitchy and biting his lip, trying to hold himself at a distance from Bheem, but unable to stop leaning closer; like talking about Sita is too difficult, and he just wants Bheem to hold him through the pain. He’s bursting to say “we’ve known each other since we were children. I love her like family, but I am not in love with her. I’m in love with you.”

At the halfway point, when Ram finally writes to Sita (after waiting four years to write at all??), he uses very formal language and talks exclusively about his plan. “How are you?” “The weapons are within reach.” Etc. The closest he gets to saying anything romantic is “I wish you were with me,” which is a very interesting choice of words, very comp het. The distance between them is more than geographic, and the film does everything to emphasize this.

At the end, when Bheem places Sita’s hands in Ram’s, he is very chaste and distant with her. He doesn’t seem at all like a fiancé who is reuniting with his true love; he seems like an awkward man getting reacquainted with his boyhood sweetheart. He barely touches her.

Meanwhile, he can’t keep his hands off Bheem for the entire film. He’ll make any excuse to touch him, lean in close to him, sit on him, hold him, etc. Ram is not naturally cold or averse to physical affection at all! He’s very handsy, just not with Sita. Because he’s not in love with her. Keep in mind, we also never once hear him talk affectionately about her. He never says that she’s beautiful, or that he misses her, or that he can’t wait to hold her. He just doesn’t see her that way.

Ram is very traumatized, and he may feel like that makes him fundamentally unlovable. He’s engaged to Sita because they’ve been friends since childhood, and everyone in their village expects them to wind up together. But let’s think about that engagement for a second: Ram is in his mid-to-late twenties when he leaves for Delhi. Why haven’t he and Sita gotten married yet? Especially when you remember their parents were talking about it when they were like twelve. All those years, he kept putting off the marriage for some reason. I think he felt too broken inside, like he could never truly love anyone.

Then he met Bheem, and the feeling transformed. I can love, he realized, as so many gay people do. There is nothing wrong with me after all. I have so much love to give this man, I can’t keep it inside. It’s complicated because he had relied on Sita for emotional support for so long, he doesn’t want to do wrong by her. But he also knows that he could never love her the way he loves Bheem.

This brings me to their farewell flashback, when he leaves for Delhi. They don’t kiss or hug, they don’t profess their love, she just cries and says that she doesn’t know what she’ll do without him. And that’s a normal way for a close childhood friend to react! He responds by giving her the necklace and saying “there will always be a part of me with you,” and I think that phrasing is so important and accurate: The shattered, traumatized part of him will always be with her, and her trauma will always be with him. They lived through that massacre together. Their bond is very real. But it isn’t romantic. He is just so formal with her, I can’t say it enough times! He wants her to find someone else so badly, but he thinks he can’t say that.

If you don’t headcanon Ram leaving Sita to be with Bheem, I can’t help you. Get well soon, I guess!

#rrr #ram/bheem #rambheem #hc

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Trudy Ring at The Advocate:

The United Methodist Church opened its General Conference Tuesday in Charlotte, N.C., and one of the key issues delegates are expected to vote on is whether to reverse anti-LGBTQ+ positions the denomination has taken over the years — and which many congregations are ignoring and church leaders are largely not enforcing.

Why have LGBTQ+ issues become a focus of the meeting?

Supporters of LGBTQ+ equality have been trying for years to get the church to rescind its homophobic policies, without success. Since 1972, the church’s Book of Discipline has included this language: “The practice of homosexuality is incompatible with Christian teaching.” It was added as the gay rights movement gathered steam. The church also does not officially condone same-sex marriages or ordain out LGBTQ+ clergy members — but such marriages have taken place in United Methodist congregations, and there are numerous LGBTQ+ people among Methodist ministers. Some LGBTQ+ clergy have been expelled when they came out, but many remain. The denomination failed to formally lift the anti-LGBTQ+ policies at its previous General Conference, held in 2016, at any earlier ones, or at a special conference called in 2019 specifically to address LGBTQ+ issues. The General Conference is usually held every four years, but the 2020 event was canceled due to the COVID-19 pandemic, leaving it to the 2024 conference to deal with these matters.

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What is the likelihood that these changes will be approved?

There has been resistance from conservative congregations, to the point that United Methodist leaders decided the differences were irreconcilable. In 2020, the church hierarchy unveiled a plan for disaffiliation from the denomination, and more than 7,600 of the church’s congregations around the world have left, either becoming independent or affiliating with the conservative Global Methodist Church. They represent about one-quarter of the church’s total. Given that many conservative congregations have left the denomination, it's likely that the church will move in a pro-LGBTQ+ direction is strong. But some observers warn that resistance remains. The Religion and Social Change Lab at Duke University in North Carolina recently surveyed clergy and congregations in the state and found that one-fourth of the remaining clergy did not want to allow LGBTQ+ ministers and a third were against same-sex marriage, NPR reports. “I’d also been left with the impression that this split would make the United Methodist Church a more progressive denomination, and in some ways, amongst the clergy, that has happened,” David Eagle, who runs the lab, told NPR. “But amongst congregations, congregations still remain very evenly divided both theologically and politically.”

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Another possibility is that delegates will simply agree to disagree on LGBTQ+ issues. That “would essentially codify what’s already happening within the church: more liberal conferences such as those in southern California would continue to ordain LGBTQ clergy and allow ministers to perform same-sex weddings while more conservative conferences such as those in the southern U.S. or parts of Africa would not allow such ordinations or weddings,” according to NPR. Conference delegates took a step in this direction Thursday. They approved five of eight proposals to change the structure of the church, giving regional bodies greater control over policies. "The most critical of those five petitions was a constitutional amendment that effectively creates an entirely new system of regional authority worldwide, thereby putting regional bodies in both the U.S. and in other countries on equal footing," The Tennessean reports. U.S. regional bodies have usually had more power than those overseas. In this new structure, more progressive regions would likely be LGBTQ-affirming, while those in conservative areas would keep restrictions in place. Conservative delegates, however, tended to oppose regionalization largely because it would pave the way for greater acceptance of LGBTQ+ people.

The United Methodist Church has been facing a schism in recent years, and LGBTQ+ issues are the key driver. A sizable amount of the more conservative churches disaffiliated from the UMC in favor of either going independent or join the Global Methodist Church.

The General Conference is likely to repeal the denomination's anti-LGBTQ+ laws.

#United Methodist Church #UMC #Religion #LGBTQ+#LGBT Religion #Global Methodist Church #United Methodist Church Split #2019 UMC Special Session of the General Conference #2024 UMC General Conference #Christianity #Book of Discipline

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Don't Ever Turn It Down (Ch. 4)

In which Ava learns a lot about Beatrice over the course of an afternoon.

Beatrice likes routine and has strong preferences. Ava likes Beatrice and likes to make Beatrice smile, so she has paid close attention to these preferences.

When they're out, Beatrice buys herself good coffee, black. At home, she grinds her own beans and has a ritual with her pour-over, which results in good coffee, black, in a glass travel cup Ava sees on her desk. If it’s from somewhere that does not rise to her bougie standards, she adds milk until it looks like something Ava might actually drink. That’s basically it.

So when Beatrice steps to the counter and says, “Medium caramel latte, please,” Ava is delighted. “And whatever she’s having.”

“Nope.” She pops the p. “You know it’s my turn.” She does not give her a chance to respond, just turns to the barista, who has a fantastically queer haircut, in purple, and is looking with obvious gay interest between them. “I’ll have the same, please. Also a chocolate chip cookie and,” she turns her head back to Beatrice, “Bea? What kind of cookie?”

AO3 or below the cut.

When Ava drops into her chair at 8:57am, she’s ready for a good fucking day. She had inhaled a truly excellent breakfast taco from the new stand near her apartment, and the line at her coffee shop hadn’t been outrageous when she got there. Even better, her favorite barista, Rachel, had bitten her lip and somewhat shyly presented Ava with her to-go cup without its lid, a very cute, only very slightly lopsided bear smiling up at her from the foam. A bear!

Ava’s effusive reaction, an immediate photo and amazement, had made Rachel beam and she’d told Ava she might get an elephant next week. An elephant! It’s all really too good. Beyond being adorable, the vanilla latte is perfect, as always, and Ava still has almost all of it left, sitting on her desk and ready to assist her in addressing whatever has happened in her inbox over the weekend. She takes the top off to admire the bear, still in shockingly good shape despite Ava’s less than gentle treatment, before stretching her shoulders.

There are somehow only a dozen new emails, three of which are junk and four of which are from people who decided to hit reply all entirely unnecessarily. She makes her way through four of the five remaining within half an hour because she’s killing it today, but she’s distracted from her final reply by a text from Beatrice, which she cannot help but open immediately.

Would you like to get coffee sometime today? My schedule is open.

She eyes the now quarter of her latte that remains, the bear’s left ear hanging on for dear life and the rest of him not doing much better, and does a lot of work to convince herself that it’s a bit much to go to Beatrice’s office immediately. Congratulating herself for exhibiting a seriously admirable amount of self-control, she texts back: Yes!!!! This afternoon? 3? I’ll come to you.

Ideally she can run out the day with Bea, maybe convince her to get a drink. She adds a dog emoji, a coffee emoji, and a purple heart for good measure.

Perfect. Looking forward to it.

Ava spins in her chair and smiles all the way through her call with the totally fucking insufferable dude from a client’s R&D team, biding her time.

“Fuck them, Beatrice.”

Ava’s hovering outside of Beatrice’s doorway, caught between not wanting to interrupt and not wanting to listen in to what is clearly a very personal conversation. Lilith sounds angry, and not in the hilarious game night way.

“Lilith…”

“No, fuck them. They don’t get to do this to you.”

“I know, Lilith, and I told them that, but as you’re well aware, my parents…”

And that’s enough. Ava knocks before Beatrice can finish the sentence, drawing the line. Two heads snap in her direction as she peeks her head around the cracked door and she tries to smile like she hadn’t just been eavesdropping like a dick.

“Sorry to interrupt. I can come back.”

Beatrice smiles at her, and it’s real even if it’s smaller than than normal, the worried little lines on her forehead still present.

“Ava. No, no. Please come in. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the time.”

The first time Ava was at a meeting where an attorney for the other side spoke down to Lilith’s paralegal, her enraged expression and the corresponding takedown had made Ava both scared and, like, more than a little turned on. She’s seen the expression since, mostly when they’re out and anyone bothers Camila (who can and does handle herself while Lilith fumes as silent and terrifying backup), and she recognizes it now. She’s rigid in all ways—her jaw is clenched so hard Ava’s afraid for her teeth, and Ava can see the muscles in her arms straining as she clenches her fists at her sides.

It’s not directed at Beatrice, and, blessedly, it’s not directed at her, either. Lilith has already turned her eyes away from Ava, glaring at some distant point over Bea’s shoulder. Based on the conversation, she’s pretty sure the targets of Lilith’s rage are not in the room. She’s pretty sure they’re lucky not to be.

“I can come back, Bea. Really. No problem.”

She glances at Ava briefly, small smile still in place, and says, “No, we were finished anyway.”

Beatrice’s hand reaches out and grasps Lilith’s bicep briefly before tracking down to her wrist. Ava watches, a little entranced, as Lilith’s posture relaxes and her hand unclenches, her fingers twining with Beatrice’s. They have a silent conversation, then, and Lilith pulls Beatrice into a hug, roughly, but the whole demonstration is so ridiculously tender that Ava almost wants to turn away.

She looks at her shoes for a moment instead, white sneaks she somehow hasn’t demolished yet, and when she chances a look back up, they’re standing separately again, Lilith’s hands in her pockets as she says, “Call me later, Beatrice. I mean it.”

“I will.”

She passes Ava with a brusque, “Silva,” closing the door behind her, and then it’s just the two of them.

Beatrice turns toward Ava.

“I apologize. It’s been a bit of a strange day. Coffee?”

Ava doesn’t want to pry but she does want to be the kind of friend that Beatrice can talk to. She bites her lower lip, debating, and lands on: “Yes. Yeah. And, um, I want to hear about it. Your day I mean, if you want to tell me. But also, I have an exciting update on the saga of my neighbor’s parrot if you’d rather not. I mean, parrot debrief either way, obvi, but…”

She stops before she gets too carried away and rolls her eyes a little at herself but Beatrice’s smile is bigger, so whatever.

“Do you have time for a longer walk?”

Ava grins and says, “Yeah so full disclosure, I was hoping to convince you to take an early day with me. I have all the time you’ll give me.”

Beatrice laughs and grabs her cell phone from her desk before gesturing for Ava to lead the way.

“Perfect.”

“So.” she holds the door of their building open for Beatrice, who goes an absolutely perfect shade of pink at the hand that Ava very briefly places on the small of her back as they exit. Not the time, Ava. “Grumpy for you and I’ll get something that I’ll actually want to drink on the way?”

“Actually, I’m in the mood for something different today, if you don’t mind. There’s a place close to the park I think you’ll like?”

“Ooooh, an adventure. Love it. Lead the way.”

Beatrice checks her phone to be absolutely sure of the hours, which are, she informs Ava, “somewhat irregular,” and Ava doesn’t pretend to do anything other than watch her. She looks handsome, as always, navy trousers and a light blue shirt, tan brogues. Her bun is especially neat today, not one strand escaping.

Ava wants to mess it up. Fuck.

“Ava?”

She snaps out of it and Beatrice, bless, looks puzzled more than anything.

“Are you alright?”

“Yep. Good. Great. Success?”

“Open until 6.”

“Awesome.”

She matches Bea’s pace and waits, letting Bea steer the conversation.

“What’s happening with Macawly Culkin?”

Parrot it is.

“Okay, so he’s no longer yelling her ex’s name but he has started yelling ‘Daddy.’ Swear to god.” She fishes out her phone and pulls up the clip. “I recorded it for you but didn’t send it because I obviously wanted to see your reaction.”

As the bird’s call plays from her speakers, Daddy with some of his more common curses, Bea blushes faintly and says, “Well. I’m glad she’s getting over Mark. He seemed like an ass.”

This is based entirely on Ava’s reports. It’s also correct.

“For sure. Oh!” She pulls up her photo roll. “Lemme show you my coffee from this morning. Bea. It’s a bear.”

The coffee shop is cute, pale yellow walls with four little tables and a butcher block bar with stools across the front wall and windows. There’s a display of cookies that Ava will be exploring, but for the moment, she’s focused on Beatrice. She’s never been more excited to hear a coffee order.

Beatrice likes routine and has strong preferences. Ava likes Beatrice and likes to make Beatrice smile, so she has paid close attention to these preferences.

So when Beatrice steps to the counter and says, “Medium caramel latte, please,” Ava is delighted. “And whatever she’s having.”

She thinks about protesting. Ava can see it. But Ava raises her eyebrow and tilts her head and Beatrice says, simply, “Double chocolate, please.”

What a fucking day.

“And a double chocolate.” She taps her card and they wait, Ava leaning against the butcher block, Bea next to her with her always-perfect posture.

“Okay. Caramel? Does this mean I can bring you exciting drinks now?”

Beatrice huffs a laugh. “They’re an indulgence. I tend to save them for hard days and special occasions. I really do love good coffee.”

“Roger that. So I’ll only bring them like every fourth time.”

Beatrice rolls her eyes as they pick up their drinks and cookies. Ava winks at the barista, who places a hand on their forehead and mock swoons with a nod at Beatrice, who has already turned toward the door.

“I know, right?” She agrees under her breath, but very enthusiastically.

They find a bench in the shade and settle so that they can eat, and Ava closes her eyes and moans a little at the first bite. The edge is perfectly crispy and it’s just a little bit salty, exactly the way Ava likes.

When she looks over, she finds that Beatrice is breaking hers apart into neat bite-sized portions, although she’s currently holding a piece and staring at Ava with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. She shoves the piece in her mouth when Ava makes eye contact.

“Good?”

She nods, still chewing, and Ava lets her ankle drift over and press against Bea’s. Friendly affection, or whatever.

Beatrice picks up another piece but doesn’t eat it, just stares at it, hand hovering over the bag she had put in her lap for crumbs.

“My parents called this morning to tell me that they’re in town. Last night, they had dinner with friends of theirs who have a child interested in law school. They informed me that they had provided my contact information and that they might be coming by my apartment today or tomorrow.”

Ava doesn’t say anything but does scoot slightly closer, pressing a little more of her leg against Beatrice’s. Friendly affection, not whatever. Beatrice presses her leg into Ava’s and looks up at her.

“I don’t speak to my parents often. It’s not…I’m not exactly in a unique position. There have been a lot of problems in our relationship. I spent most of my life trying to please them, and when I stopped doing that, they decided they’d had enough of me.

“Coming out was the final straw. They had known already. When I was fourteen, they found my diary. Well. I think actually that one of my horrible cousins found it and gave it to them. My parents had no interest in my room beyond making sure it was as perfectly put together as the rest of our house.”

She looks at the tree across the pathway and sighs. When she turns back to Ava, she looks tired, her body sagging slightly and her lips pulled down. Ava wants to wrap her up. Instead, reaches over and tentatively rests a hand on her forearm. Beatrice brings her non-chocolate hand over to rest on it, squeezes Ava’s fingers before they both retreat.

“I hadn’t even kissed anyone. Certainly not a girl. I was just scared and confused, and I wrote about it. They responded by sending me away to Catholic boarding school. It was a socially acceptable way to get rid of me.”

Ava’s stomach roils with anger. What absolute clowns.

“Thankfully, Lilith was there, too. Her parents didn’t know about her. Her family just has a long tradition of sending their children away.”

She takes a bite of cookie and Ava copies her. It’s just as good but she’s distracted now, thinks maybe she should save the rest for later.

“Do you know,” a smile, “I considered becoming a nun?”

A startled laugh bursts from her, and she puts aside, for the moment, her rage against Beatrice’s parents, because Beatrice wants to pivot and because: “Holy shit. What?”

“Yes. I had a strong faith, at the time. I also…well, I had my own difficulties with being queer. I decided against it in the end, but my faith is one of the reasons I decided to go to university at Georgetown.

“Ironically, it was at Catholic university that I learned to accept myself. By the time I was a senior, I had come out to my small group of friends, and I had stopped making all of my decisions based on what they wanted me to be. They decided they’d had enough.

“I’m lucky…privileged in many ways. By the time they cut me off, I had access to a trust fund that they could not touch. I was almost finished with my degree, and I had secured a job at a firm in New York that had agreed to sponsor me for a visa. I had a plan to go to law school.

“Most importantly, I had Lilith. I always had Lilith.”

She smiles and Ava wants to kiss Lilith Villaumbrosia on the mouth. And yeah, okay, fine, it’s not the first time she’s had that thought, but this is different.

“Unfortunately for them, it has become rather gauche, in half of their social circle, to be outright homophobic, and it wouldn’t have looked good for anyone to know that they had cut me off.

“It worked well for them that I had moved to the States. They called every few months so that they could say they had spoken to me, and I generally answered, because for a long time there was a part of me that hoped they would change.”

She shrugs a little. “Silly, I know.”

“Not silly,” Ava says, fiercely, and Beatrice tilts one side of her mouth up, bright brown eyes sad in a way that makes Ava wants to punch someone. Someones. Two very specific someones.

“Thank you. Anyway, I started answering less frequently and they don’t like that, so they occasionally do something like this. Show up at my apartment unannounced and use me as social capital, give out my information to friends whose children want to go to Harvard or name drop my old firm.”

She stops and breaks off another piece of cookie and eats it, takes a sip of her latte.

Ava doesn’t know what to say, except: “Beatrice, I’m sorry. You deserve so much better than that.”

She puts her cup down next to her again and says, “I know that now, for the most part. And Lilith is always there to remind me if I forget. Camila, too. And now you.”

The smiles she gives Ava is a little shy and Ava reinforces immediately. “Yes. Literally always here to remind you how amazing you are.”

She laughs and Ava says, maybe a little too earnestly, “I’m not kidding, Bea. You’re amazing. And I’m even more amazed that you came out of all of that bullshit as you.”

Beatrice blushes, then, and Ava thinks she’s beautiful. Handsome. Perfect. She picks up her coffee and fiddles with the lid, stares down at it as she says, “I don’t talk about this often. Thank you for listening. And thank you for being my friend.”

And there it is. Beatrice is beautiful and handsome and perfect and her friend. And why the fuck would Ava risk that? Risk being one of the handful of people who Beatrice can talk to like this? Who can tell Beatrice she’s fucking incredible? It means something big to be one of those people. She knows that. She’s going to hold onto it.

“I’m lucky to get to know you, Beatrice. I’m so, so lucky to get to be your friend.”

Her cheeks turn a darker red as she looks up at Ava through her eyelashes, head still tilted down. Ava smiles at her as her chest clenches, and they sit there quietly for a moment.

Finally, Beatrice brings her cup to her lips and breaks the spell. She says, “I’m going to stay with Lilith for the next couple of days. My parents won’t show up at her place. She was in my office trying to convince me.”

”Good. Like, fucking absurd that you have to do that, but I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself.”

Beatrice takes another segment of cookie and then says, “This is really good but I need to walk a bit, I think. I’ve been on edge.”

Ava puts her cookie back in her messenger and offers it to Beatrice who puts hers there, too.

“Let’s do it. Yours for the afternoon.”

For as long as Beatrice wants her, really.

#warrior nun #avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun fic

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cyberphuck · 11 months

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ROYAL ASSASSIN ABRIDGED: PRELUDE

My friend Razz wants to understand my shitposting about the Farseer Trilogy, but doesn't want to actually have to read the books, so I'm summarizing them for them (and you)!

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LAST TIME, ON DRAGON BOOK Z: Fitz is a bastard who knows telepathy and talks to animals. He's taught to be an assassin, then goes up to the mountains on a mission and completely fails at it. His uncle tries to kill him. His OTHER uncle gets married.

CAST OF CHARACTERS (holy shit there are so many characters in this book)

THE FARSEERS

Six Duchies royal family, of which several members are now dead. This will include Farseers-by-Marriage (Dead or head-exploded characters will have their own category).

FitzChivalry Farseer: The POV character, Prince Chivalry's bastard. Loyal as a K-Pop stan who still has a BTS McNugget meal preserved in their freezer. He possesses both the Skill (Professor X telepathy) and the Wit (Dr. Doolittle animal chats).

Prince Verity: Currently King-in-Waiting, a lifelong second-in-command who was suddenly thrust into a leadership role when his older brother fucked off to be assassinated. Recently married, super strong in the Skill, does not ask for consent before mind-molesting Fitz.

Queen Kettricken: Recently married to Verity, she came all the way from the Mountain Kingdom to clean up Buckkeep and be miserable because she's used to doing Crossfit in the snow and now she has to sit and pretend to laugh at other people's jokes.

Prince Regal: The sneaky, moustache-twirling evil younger half brother of Verity. He killed like four people at Verity's wedding and tried to murder Fitz with a hot tub, and they just sort of let him get away with it.

King Shrewd: The current king, currently pretty old and afflicted with some kind of wasting disease. Fitz is technically bound to him by a pact he made as a child, but they both kind of ignore that most of the time.

Chade: King Shrewd’s older half-brother on the wrong side of the sheets. An assassin. Lives in the walls. Has a weasel. Came out of the wall into Fitz's room and taught him how to be an assassin. Sort of a father figure, but the kind that yells at you to hold the flashlight steady while he works on the car.

Patience: Chivalry’s widow. Helicopter-parents Fitz whenever he comes within fifteen feet of her. The ADHD champion of the Six ooh is that a book on rare ferns?

NOBLES

Duke Brawndy: Duke of Ripplekeep, a pretty stand-up dude. Father to Celerity and member of the Fitz Fan Club.

Lady Celerity: Has a big ol' fourteen-year-old crush on handsome, virile Fitz. She's pretty okay for someone who was named after a vegetable you put peanut butter on.

Duke Kelvar: Remember him? He finally manned his fucking watchtowers at Neatbay. Fitz fanclub member. Husband to Lady Grace, his young hotness wife whose dog Fitz pulled a fish bone out of.

CASTLE AND STABLE FOLK

Burrich: Fitz's primary father figure, the kind that takes you to football games and Hooters to try to flush the Gay out of you. Stablemaster of Buckkeep, and also has the Wit. Used to be heterosexual life partners with Prince Chivalry. Took several blows to the head last book and seems to be okay.

Hands: Fitz's stablehand friend. He's been relegated to background character.

Lacy: Patience’s serving woman and bestie. Makes lace, nods indulgently and will stab you.

The Fool: Albino freak-teenager with a special interest in cryptids and making up rhymes about farting. King Shrewd's jester.

Justin: Part of the Skill Coterie. Hangs out with Serene most of the time, card-carrying member of the Fitz Sucks and Smells Bad club.

Serene: The only female member of the Skill Coterie. Treasurer of the Fitz Sucks and Smells Bad club.

Carrod: Local fop and member of the Skill Coterie. In this book he mostly sneers at Fitz and says cringe things while everyone else is trying to work.

Burl: Part of the Skill Coterie... is Burl even in this book? I can't remember. Less dumb than you think he is.

Will: Part of the Skill Coterie. Hangs out in shadows and stares fixedly at people.

Molly Chandler: A candlemaker and servant who wants to go back to being a candlemaker. Girlboss. Fitz would buy her bathwater.

Rosemary: Kettricken's page. She's just a little girl. So cute. What's she doing? Oh, she's coloring. Aww.

Wallace: King Shrewd's servant and sometimes healer. One time the Fool calls him Wall's-ass.

Bolt: A guardsman who shows up at the end of the book to punch Fitz repeatedly in the face. I only mention him here because he shows up in the next book as well.

Blade: An older guardsman, Fitz fanclub member.

ANIMALS:

Cub/Nighteyes: A wolf soul-bonded to Fitz. Talks in italics. Possesses the single braincell out of everyone in the entire series.

Sooty: Fitz’s horse. Best mare, perfect cinnamon roll and can do no wrong.

Vixen: Burrich’s dog. Good dog.

Slink: A weasel belonging to Chade.

OTHER NOTABLES:

The Red Ship Raiders: Mongolian Vikings who have been Viking their merry way up and down the coast, burninating villages and kidnapping people to be Forged.

Forged people: Zombies. It's a tiny bit more complicated than that, but you don't find that out for another like, six books, so: they're zombies.

Lady Thyme: A horrible old woman who is really Chade in disguise. The Elderlings: Who are they? What are they? No one knows.

DEAD PEOPLE:

Chivalry: Dead from probably assassination.

Queen Desire: Regal's mom, dead from drug use but Regal THINKS it was assassination.

Rurisk: Dead from poisoning by Regal.

Cobb: Dead from stab by Fitz.

Galen: Dead from Skill-explosion by Verity.

August: Okay he's not DEAD, but Verity Skill-megaphoned him and he went to live on a farm upstate.

Smithy: Went back to his home planet after Cobb hugged him and told him he was a good boy.

Nosy: Went back to his home planet after saving Fitz from dying in a hot tub.

MAGICS (I know magic is not a character, but they do have to be explained somewhere)

The Wit: The ability to “bond” with certain animals and speak with them, as well as sense life force and to do a kind of mental shove at people. You tend to act a little like the animal you’ve bonded to. Witted people are considered gross and animalistic and are run out of town or put to death.

The Skill: Telepathy. Considered the “birthright” of the Farseers. Most people can sense it at least a little, but it takes inborn talent and a lot of careful training to do anything useful with it. Skilling apparently feels awesome but if you give in to the temptation to fully open yourself to it you can get sucked out of your own brain.

NEXT TIME: Part one of Royal Assassin Abridged!

#rote #Fitzchivalry Farseer #robin hobb #ra abridged

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aller-geez · 9 months

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Get to know — Draeko Grey

24 // He/Him // Gay 🏳️‍🌈 // Shifter Mutt (Bighorn Sheep, Chinese Water Deer [Vampire Deer], and African Wild Dog)

Full name: Draeko Aleksander Grey

Nickname: Drae

Date Of Birth: March 5th, 1999

Big Three: Pieces 🌞 Gemini 🌝 Aries ↗️

(under construction!!!!)

Physical Appearance —

Age: 24

Eye Color: Right eye is mint green, Left eye is grey

Hair Color: Split pastel pink and pastel mint green, pink on right side, green on left side

Weight: 108 pounds

Height: 5’4

Race: Shifter Mutt (only mutt ever to have 3 species at once, (Bighorn Sheep, Chinese Water Deer [Vampire Deer], and African Wild Dog))

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Always has deer ears, never human ears. Always drawn with ram horns, which depict a real place in the galaxy, always changing. Is always wearing at least one article of clothing that is pink plaid

Has snake bites, his bridge pierced, his tongue pierced twice, an array of ear piercings, his collarbones and hips pierced, as well as back dimple dermals.

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Seeing the positive in every situation

Greatest Weakness: Taking on his friends struggles, essentially burning himself out

Draeko’s Soft Spot:

Mannerisms: Sweet, sunshine character 🖤🌞

Miscellaneous Trivia —

His ram horns show different spots within space and he can change the location at will, allowing him to accurately read the stars & planets; can give psychic readings based upon that.

Diagnosed Bipolar - 1 ; medicated.

Met Remi & Levi in rehab after getting severely addicted to cocaine and fentanyl, and cruising skeevy sex parties

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

Seasonal allergies that are worse in spring and fall

Grass pollen

Any kind of lily flower

Strong scents or perfumes

How severe are they?

At their worst, Draeko is incapacitated all day, locking himself away in his room alone as to not bother anyone with his constant, rapid kitten-like sneezes, the ticklish cough that gets occasionally brought out by a particularly harsh sneeze, the allergic tears that frequently roll down his cheeks from the intense tickle in his sinuses, and/or his full, congested nose that require him to snort and sniffle to keep the mess from dripping down his face.

Do they get sick often?

No, Draeko usually has a great immune system and doesn’t get sick often.

How bad is it usually?

Since he doesn’t get sick often, when he does, it completely takes the mutt out. He’s melted into a huge blanket on a bed for at LEAST 3 days minimum and very much expects to be carried around via piggyback ride if he for some reason has to leave the bed. Draeko LOVES to be babied by anyone, regardless of their status to him.

Do they stifle?

99.99% of the time, Draeko pinches his nostrils shut while sneezing, resulting in a stifle usually followed by a breathy “Chiiew!”

The only time he doesn’t stifle them is if they come so fast that they even take him off guard, or if he can’t get a hand free in time. Can get pretty messy without stifling.

How loud are their sneezes?

Quiet and kitten-like

What do they sneeze into?

His pinched nostrils, or a pink plaid handkerchief on occasion.

How often do they sneeze?

Often. He’s so used to his allergies and just overall sneeziness that he won’t even stop what he’s saying before a fit, and will keep trying to finish his thought before the fit is over.

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

Excessively! No less than four times, and extend on for a while.

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

Small amount of build up, with the majority being right before the first sneeze in a fit.

Do they sneeze in public?

Yes, Draeko isn’t self conscious about his sneezes at all.

Some examples of their sneezes?

Ihh’gxxnt’iiew!

Hh’NDKT’ih!

H’GXTSH’ue!

K’GNSH’iiew!

Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew!

ehh’Gxxtchh’iew!

Backstory —

Draeko was born to his Chinese water deer mother, and big horn sheep father as the first of his kind, a mutt of 3 shifter species. 2 species was rare in itself, but 3 species was unheard of. The first few years of his life, he spent happily with both parents who loved each other very much. However, once his shifter natures began to emerge and it was apparent he was different and a species that neither parent had lineage for, his father began to resent him and his mother. His father convinced himself his mother had cheated on him, this being the only explanation he could come up with that his child would have African Wild Dog DNA. One night in the middle of the night, his father had been drinking, and after a while of sitting in front of the blue screen of the tv, loaded the shotgun he owned and shot Draeko’s mother in the head 4 times, before attempting to take Draeko’s life at 5 years old. However, the only shot he managed to put in the mutt child wasn’t fatal, only hitting non vital spots, and he managed to lay still enough to convince the man he was killed. His father then prayed and shot himself in the head, before falling to the floor. The scared child tried to wake his mother, and when that did no good, he could only run. He ran far, far away, as far as his small legs would carry him until he collapsed in the middle of a field. When he awoke again, he was surrounded by strange looking men that all crowded around him, mumbling to each other as they stared. Suddenly, the sea of people split, and a large, stout man with a long red beard emerged, slowly making his way towards the mutt child, before he bent down to a more eye level height, Draeko cowering behind his small hands. The man soothed him, and told him he was almost hit by their wagons, but they managed to avoid him just in time. “Wagons?” The mutt child asked, confused.

“We’re part of a traveling circus, and you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like if you got no where else to go.” The kind man offered, extending a hand out to the boy, who took it graciously coming to his feet. The man offered him food, his own cot, and the familiar feeling of family he lost so suddenly. Draeko grew up with the circus crew, and it was becoming more and more apparent that the people who bring the most laughs and smiles to others are usually some of the saddest people outside of that. He strived to only see the silver lining on the clouds after this, making it his mission to be the uplifting spirit among the weathered men. But soon the pressure of being the strong one no matter what began to wear on the mutt, and at 14 he became addicted to cocaine, and frequently visited sex parties and clubs until his addictions spiraled out of control, and he found himself also addicted to fentanyl. When he could no longer keep his problems under wraps and away from the men of the circus that he called family, his ‘father’ convinced him to check himself into rehab to find himself and his own happiness again, instead of trying to be that for someone else.

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danrifics · 5 months

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to prev anon

It's surprisingly easy to get used to playing straight, which isn't saying it doesn't suck but it just becomes a sort of performance really. (Saying this as a nonbinary lesbian not out to the fam lmao) For them it probably just worked into their YouTube personality. But it does make me wonder how strong the internalised homophobia was and if they had a little bit of freedom with just the two of them. Were they cracking gay jokes within their own four walls or was even that too uncomfortable?

i mean i imagine they were pretty comfortable being gay around each other given the situation and its sounds like phil doesnt really struggle with it as much as dan did (obvs he didn't completly not struggle but sounds like he was a lot more comfortable than dan)

the main thing is we only really saw a part of a whole picture, theres probably so many deleted clips from videos etc of them just being themselves and being gay that we can never see or know about, its such an interesting subject honestly

#bethanie answers

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The Homoerotic Subtext of Dean and Cas in Early Season Four (pt. 1)

4x01 Lazarus Rising

Note: I don't agree with Eric Kripke about a lot of things. That man is my nemesis. But I do see and appreciate hella gay subtext (key word subtext. I don’t how much of it was intentional and I don’t think he had any plans to go anywhere with it. I also don’t think there’s anything intrinsically wrong with that but will leave it up to everyone else to have their own feelings ♥)

[Warnings for references to rape that are made within the episode and Dean's racist porn and the theme of compromised bodily autonomy]

Cas is an angel who saved Dean from Hell, which, to quote Dean, “Is Fabio on that paperback?” The build up and expectation that Cas is going to be monstrous and bad only for the dramatic rug-pull that he’s an angel who sees Dean for who he is and thinks he deserved to be saved, who tells him good things do happen, is very epically romantic in its structure.

We also have to remember that Cas is not framed strictly as a good guy at first. He's on par with Ruby, and in the same way, it’s ambiguous as to whether he’s good or bad, right or wrong; we’re meant to be suspicious of him in a similar way to how we are Ruby. and Dean and Cas and Sam and Ruby are very much cast in parallel right from the beginning, as I’ll point out.

Our Season opener song being "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC– we hear this directly before Dean wakes up in his coffin fighting for air, crawls out of his grave and sees he’s at ground zero of what looks like an explosion or natural disaster of some kind. I think the song can apply to both Dean and Cas and Sam and Ruby.

Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air She told me to come, but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking, the Earth was quaking My mind was aching and we were making it And you shook me all night long Yeah, you shook me

(RUBY: Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic.)

[images:]

Dean breathing heavily on his back on the ground in the grass

Dean in his t shirt walking towards the gas station that says "Lubrication"

Dean with his mouth open and breathing heavily in the gas station

Dean lifting his shirt in front of the mirror

Dean seeing the handprint in the mirror

A handprint branding into his skin. Dean had Cas’s handprint branded onto him.

Shir Hashirim / Song of Songs 8:6-- Place me like a seal on your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death, zeal is as strong as the grave; its coals are coals of fire of a great flame [Tanakh]

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. [NRSV]

Anna puts her hand on the brand when she and Dean have sex in 4x10.

[images:]

Dean's oral fixation, he has a candy bar in his mouth

Dean's porn, with the word "Love Potion"

straps that say "Strap-on" behind Dean at the register

"In the Shadow of the Valley" by Lost Weekend Western Swing Band playing on the radio when Cas tries to talk to Dean in the gas station.

A service station/gas station/filling station/pumping station whatever you wanna call it being where Dean and Cas first “meet,” and Cas first tries to talk to him. Gas stations were popular for gay cruising spots, and because of this, there are gay bars and clubs named things like “The Pumping Station.” This was especially true in 2008 before hookup apps.

Cas rebuilt Dean’s entire body-- BOBBY: Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit-- DEAN: I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.

[image: Dean showing Bobby the handprint]

DEAN: And then this. (He strips his jacket, pulls up his sleeve to reveal the brand.) BOBBY: (standing) What in the hell? DEAN: Yeah, it’s like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.

(gay joke illustrating Kripke’s frame of mind

Secret Ruby when Dean and Sam hug: So are you two like... together?

the rape references also really start to escalate in season four after Dean comes back

DEAN: (advancing) So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.)

Establishing his lack of faith in good forces so that it can be dramatically challenged by Cas in the fourth act. DEAN: (grabs SAM by the front of his shirt) There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!

SAM: She’s gonna eat you alive. DEAN: I just got outta jail. Bring it. (DEAN in act four: What do you say we ring the dinner bell?)

Pamela flirts with Dean and gropes him and then has her eyes burned out by Cas.

Pamela is a psychic saying Cas touched Dean somewhere intimate-- PAMELA: And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched. Dean jumps. DEAN: Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there. PAMELA: My mistake.

Dean sarcastically suggesting he was brought back to life because he’s hot or the creature has some sort of infatuation with him-- DEMON WAITRESS: So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special? DEAN: I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. (Cas: Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them.)

(Another rape reference from Dean DEAN: So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose.)

[images: Dean sleeping]

Cas coming to talk to him again while he's laying in a vulnerable position. He’s alone again and asleep in a bed with mirrors on the ceiling. I believe the motel room is the honeymoon suite.

BOBBY: How you doin', kid? DEAN: Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy.

This is clever foreshadowing, but also church bells bring to mind weddings.

Dean starting his relationship with Cas by lying to Sam about trying to summon him, in parallel to Sam lying about Ruby-- DEAN: Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand.

The reveal that the woman Sam was sleeping with is Ruby and reveal of Sam lying to Dean about not using his powers is directly before the Cas reveal, with the two brothers cast in contrast, one with a demon and one with an angel. Would only be more obvious if Dean summoned Cas alone, but even so, Cas puts Bobby to sleep so they can talk alone.

[image: Cas with sparks raining down on him]

Sparks flying when they first meet.

DEAN: Who are you? CASTIEL: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition. DEAN: Yeah. Thanks for that.

Dean penetrates Cas with his knife.

CASTIEL: We need to talk, Dean. Alone.

CASTIEL: I'm an Angel of the Lord. DEAN: Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing. CASTIEL: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

He knows him already. Dean’s relationship with faith has been previously established as related to his mother and her belief in angels and his losing her as a child, his greatest trauma.

(2x13 DEAN: I'll tell you who else had faith like that — Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me.

DEAN: What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?)

We also later learn how Dean idealizes angels in 4x10 (also written by Kripke)-- (DEAN: You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything.)

CASTIEL: I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that. DEAN: You mean the gas station and the motel? That was you talking? Buddy, next time, lower the volume.

Again drawing another parallel between him and Ruby, thinking Dean is “special” and has important abilities.

CASTIEL: That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.

Calling attention to his appearance, commenting on his clothes, drawing another parallel between him and Ruby in that they’re both possessing someone, while attempting to lessen the moral issue of it--

DEAN: And what "visage" are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant? CASTIEL: This? This is... a vessel. DEAN: You're possessing some poor bastard? CASTIEL: He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this.

[deleted lines: DEAN: Uh-huh. Y'know, it might've been easier to show up like this the first time instead of all the burning bush crap. CASTIEL: Finding a human vessel durable enough to contain me... it's not easy. DEAN: I have that same problem with women.]

DEAN: Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really? CASTIEL: I told you. DEAN: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell? CASTIEL: Good things do happen, Dean. DEAN: Not in my experience. CASTIEL: What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?

Cas seeing right through him, seeing dean for who he is, knowing him immediately.

4x10 (also written by Kripke)-- (ANNA: Maybe I don't deserve to be saved. DEAN: Don't talk like that. ANNA: I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay. DEAN: Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for. ANNA: I got to tell you something. You're not gonna like it. DEAN: Okay. what? ANNA: About a week ago, I heard the angels talking... About you... What you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself.)

"I don't deserve to be saved," Dean arguing that maybe he doesn't either and Anna saying he does deserve forgiveness, this echoes "you don't think you deserve to be saved" (and later "I'm not here to judge you, Dean" in 4x07)

The parallel between Cas saying they have work for Dean, and Ruby and Sam working together–

(SAM: I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you. But what I do know is that I'm saving people. And stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going.)

DEAN: Why'd you do it? CASTIEL: Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.

Kripke on who Dean would be attracted to– "In hindsight, Dean wouldn't be attracted to [Jo]... He'd be attracted to someone who walked in the door, slaughtered everybody and walked out and then he would say, 'Who's that?'" - Kripke; Supernatural Companion Season 2, pg 15 (published April 2008)

Misha imagined Cas looking into Dean's soul (asylum 8 2012)

Misha: Kripke wanted to base the look of the character on the comic book character ‘Constantine’ I don’t know if I’m ever going to change clothes.” (Hollywood Insider, 2008)

Wikipedia: Constantine is bisexual, which was first established in a 1992 comic that referred offhandedly to his having male and female exes. Early stories exclusively showed him dating women, although Ashes & Dust in the City of Angels showed him as having relationships with men, as well.

Kripke using a similar scene for Hughie and Annie in The Boys with sparks raining down from lights and it being intended to be epic and romantic. (The Boys 1x08)

#spn 4x01 #destiel #spn thoughts #meta #s4dc #gay subtext #long post #sometimes you just gotta actually post things from a google doc you started five years ago yknow #there's more but this is about half of it I think #i'll post the rest at some point

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