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Spring has sprung.

It's Spring time in DC,which means we get to enjoy the beauty of the cherry blossoms. The weather wasn't so great this year,but they were still pretty.

(actual cherry blossom pic taken by Uncle Giltron)

And of course,there are Tiki drinks for this occasion.

Mix #160 Cherry Blossom

1.5oz white rum 1oz pineapple juice 1oz cream of coconut 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz blue curacao 1/2oz cinnamon syrup

Shake well with plenty of ice and pour into hurricane glass.

Created by Justin Wojslaw,from the book Minimalist Tiki. Despite the name,there is no cherry in the drink,and it's actually turquoise colored instead of red. So it's pretty much the perfect drink for the way things work in DC. It's sweet and creamy with a cinnamon profile. Pretty good,if a bit touristy.

Mix #161 Cherry Pie Tai

1.5oz Demerara rum 1/2oz rhum agricole 3/4oz Cherry Heering 3/4oz lemon juice 1/2oz orgeat

Shake with ice and pour into Mai Tai glass.

I love Mai Tais,so a cherry version was perfect to go with the blossoms. Created by Nathan Robinson,it pretty much tastes like a tart cherry Mai Tai. Quite nice.

Mix #162 Paradise Cooler

2oz white rum 1/2oz Cherry Heering 1oz velvet falernum 2oz orange juice 1oz lime juice

Shake with ice and pour into double old fashioned glass. Garnish with cherry speared with an apple slice.

This was the house drink of the Denver Hilton in the 1960's. It's tart and citrus-y with some spice and a bit of cherry finish. Very nice. A good Tiki drink for cherry fans.

Mix #163 Hemingway Daiquiri

2oz white rum 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz maraschino liqueur*

Shake with ice until chilled,then strain into coupe glass.

*I used Cherry Heering.

So,the story goes that Ernest Hemingway went into the El Floridita bar in Havana to use the restroom. On the way out the bartender was setting up a line of daiquiris and Hemingway decided to try one. He commented that it wasn't bad,but he preferred twice the rum and no sugar. So the bartender made one his way and named the drink after him. And over time it has morphed into the recipe above. No idea if any of this is true,but it's a good story. Since Ernest was a man's man,I decided to use Smith & Cross navy rum instead of white rum. The result was a VERY tart drink. And I used Heering which is sweeter than maraschino liqueur. I didn't want Ernest's ghost to haunt me and call me a wuss,so I finished it,but if I were ever to make another I'd definitely dump in some simple syrup. If tart's your thing,then you might like this.

Mix #164 Ankle Breaker

1oz 151 rum* 1oz Cherry Heering 1oz lemon juice 1/2 oz simple syrup

Shake with ice and pour into double rocks glass.

*I used Wray & Nephew Overproof.

I came across this recipe in a Facebook group. According to Beachbum Berry's book Remixed,this was created in the Swamp Fox Room bar in the Francis Marion Hotel in Charleston, South Carolina sometime in the 1950's. It was inspired by a story about hero of the Revolutionary War,General Francis Marion(AKA,the Swamp Fox),who supposedly broke his ankle jumping from a second-story window of the hotel while trying “to escape sober from a party at which this drink was flowing too freely.” Again,no idea if this is true but a good story is a good story. While 151 rum is intended for this,the poster used Wray & Nephew Overproof(which is "only" 126 proof) and since I have W&N and have been meaning to use it more,I used it too. And since I like funk I also doubled down and used Demerara syrup instead of regular simple. Very nice. This drink is very daiquiri-like. The rum really came forward with just a bit of cherry finish. Of course with overproof rum it had some kick. I'm going to make this again with some other rums just to play around with it.

So until next time,have a cocktail and enjoy the pretty flowers.

#tiki drinks #tiki #tikiculture #rum cocktails #cocktails #rum drinks #rum #tikilife #spring #springtime #cherry blossom #cherry cocktails

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theomnilegent · 3 months

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2024 Upcoming Sapphic Fiction I’m Excited For! 🏳️‍🌈

Here are the top nine sapphic books I'm looking forward to for 2024! This year I'm excited to see how much more diversity there is amongst sapphic fiction - racial diversity, physical diversity, gender and sexuality diversity! Every year we get more and more books featuring a wider range of characters, and it makes me delighted every time.

2024 seems to be the year of the butch and otherwise gender non-conforming sapphic characters! There is even, much to my joy, a book about drag kings! I've been wanting a book about drag kings since I first started reading sapphic fiction, so I'm so pleased that one finally exists!

Below you'll find Goodreads links and summaries to each book. As always, this list is only a starting point - if you want to find more sapphic fiction, there's plenty to find on Goodreads and StoryGraph!

Furious by Jamie Pacton

After years racing go-karts and looking up to her mother, a celebrity Nascar racer, Jojo Emerson-Boyd should be starting her own racing career. But when she loses her mom in a tragic crash, Jojo’s future comes to a screeching halt. Now her dad won’t let her get a license, much less race. Instead, she’s stuck working at her grandmother’s mechanic shop in the sleepy small town of Dell’s Hollow.

But Jojo’s heart quickens when Motorcycle Girl Eliana “El” Blum shows up at the shop. El grew up on the motocross circuit sidelines, watching her sister and idol Maxine compete. When El mysteriously loses all contact with Max, she’s determined to find her, with her first clue leading straight to the mechanic shop, and to Jojo.

United by fate, the two quickly bond over Mario Kart showdowns and the Fast & Furious films. As their friendship shifts into something more, they’ll have to confront both their growing romance and the grief woven into their complicated families if they hope to chase down their dreams and make it across the finish line.

How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly When smart-mouthed Vanessa Lerner joins the high school basketball team Julie Parker coaches, Julie’s ready for the challenge. What she’s not ready for is Vanessa’s new foster parent, Elle Cochrane—former University of Tennessee basketball star. While star-struck at first, soon Julie persuades Elle to step into the unfilled position of assistant coach for the year. Even though Elle has stayed out of the basketball world since an injury ended her short-lived WNBA career, the gig might be a way to become closer to Vanessa—and to spend more time with Julie, who makes Elle laugh. As the coaches grow closer, Elle has a hard time understanding how Julie is single. When Julie reveals her lifelong insecurity about dating and how she wishes it was more like sports—being able to practice first—it sparks an intriguing idea. While Elle still doubts her abilities as a basketball coach, helping Julie figure out dating is definitely something she can do. But as the basketball season progresses, and lines grow increasingly blurred, Julie and Elle must decide to join the game—or retreat to the sidelines.

Late Bloomer by Mazey Eddings

Winning the lottery has ruined Opal Devlin’s life. After quitting her dead-end job where she’d earned minimum wage and even less respect, she’s bombarded by people knocking at her door for a handout the second they found out her bank account was overflowing with cash. And Opal can’t seem to stop saying yes.

With her tender heart thoroughly abused, Opal decides to protect herself by any means necessary, which to her translates to putting almost all her new money to buying a failing flower farm in Asheville, North Carolina to let the flowers live out their plant destiny while she uses the cabin on the property to start her painting business.

But her plans for isolation and self-preservation go hopelessly awry when an angry (albeit gorgeous) Pepper Smith is waiting for her at her new farm. Pepper states she’s the rightful owner of Thistle and Bloom Farms, and isn’t moving out. The unlikely pair strike up an agreement of co-habitation, and butt-heads at every turn. Can these opposites both live out their dreams and plant roots? Or will their combustible arguing (and growing attraction) burn the whole place down?

A Banh Mi for Two by Trinity Nguyen

In Sài Gòn, Lan is always trying to be the perfect daughter, dependable and willing to care for her widowed mother and their bánh mì stall. Her secret passion, however, is A Bánh Mì for Two, the food blog she started with her father, but has stopped updating since his passing.

Meanwhile, Vietnamese American Vivi Huynh, has never been to Việt Nam. Her parents rarely even talk about the homeland that clearly haunts them. So Vivi secretly goes to Vietnam for a study abroad program her freshman year of college. She’s determined to figure out why her parents left, and to try everything she’s seen on her favorite food blog, A Bánh Mì for Two.

When Vivi and Lan meet in Sài Gòn, they strike a deal. Lan will show Vivi around the city, helping her piece together her mother’s story through crumbling photographs and old memories. Vivi will help Lan start writing again so she can enter a food blogging contest. And slowly, as they explore the city and their pasts, Vivi and Lan fall in love.

The No-Girlfriend Rule by Christen Randall

Hollis Beckwith isn’t trying to get a girl—she’s just trying to get by. For a fat, broke girl with anxiety, the start of senior year brings enough to worry about. And besides, she already has a Chris. Their relationship isn’t particularly exciting, but it’s comfortable and familiar, and Hollis wants it to survive beyond senior year. To prove she’s a girlfriend worth keeping, Hollis decides to learn Chris’s favorite tabletop roleplaying game, Secrets & Sorcery—but his unfortunate “No Girlfriends at the Table” rule means she’ll need to find her own group if she wants in.

Gloria Castañeda and her all-girls game of S&S! Crowded at the table in Gloria’s cozy Ohio apartment, the six girls battle twisted magic in-game and become fast friends outside it. With her character as armor, Hollis starts to believe that maybe she can be more than just fat, anxious, and a little lost.

But then an in-game crush develops between Hollis’s character and the bard played by charismatic Aini Amin-Shaw, whose wide, cocky grin makes Hollis’s stomach flutter. As their gentle flirting sparks into something deeper, Hollis is no longer sure what she wants…or if she’s content to just play pretend.

We Got the Beat by Jenna Miller

Jordan Elliot is a fat, nerdy lesbian, and the first junior to be named editor-in-chief of the school newspaper. Okay, that last part hasn’t happened yet, but it will. It’s positive thinking that has gotten Jordan this far. Ever since Mackenzie West, her friend-turned-enemy, humiliated her at the start of freshman year, Jordan has thrown herself into journalism and kept her eyes trained on the future.

So it’s a total blow when Jordan discovers that she not only didn’t get the editor-in-chief spot, but she’s been assigned the volleyball beat instead. And who is the star and new captain of the volleyball team? Mackenzie West. But words are Jordan’s weapon, and she has some ideas about how to exact a long-awaited revenge on her nemesis.

Then things get murky when forced time together has Mack and Jordan falling back into their friendship, and into something more. And when Mack confesses the real reason she turned on Jordan freshman year, it has Jordan questioning everything—past, present, and future. If Jordan lets her guard down and Mack in, will she get everything she wants, or will she be humiliated all over again?

Playing for Keeps by Jennifer Dugan

June is the star pitcher of her elite club baseball team—with an ego to match—and she's a shoo-in to be recruited at the college level, like her parents have always envisioned. That is, if she can play through an overuse injury that has recently gone from bad to worse.

Ivy isn't just reffing to pay off her athletic fees or make some extra cash on the side. She wants to someday officiate at the professional level, even if her parents would rather she go to college instead.

The first time they cross paths, Ivy throws June out of a game for grandstanding. Still, they quickly grow from enemies to begrudging friends . . . and then something more. But the rules state that players and umpires are prohibited from dating.

As June's shoulder worsens, and a rival discovers the girls' secret and threatens to expose them, everything the two have worked so hard for is at risk. Now both must follow their dreams . . . or follow their hearts?

The Summer Love Strategy by Ray Stoeve

Hayley always has a crush. The problem is, her crushes never like her back. After her latest unrequited love—a girl from her basketball team—gets a boyfriend, she decides she’s done falling for girls who are unavailable. Her best friend, Talia, wants romance too, but rarely gets crushes on anyone, and she’s tired of watching Hayley get her heart stomped on over and over. So the two girls make a they’ll help each other find summer love by putting themselves in situations that always lead to romance in movies.

To help carry out their summer love strategy, they make a list of all the places they could find their real-life the beach, the Pride parade, the pool, a MUNA concert, and a party. But as they go to each place and try to find the one , it seems like they just can’t catch a break—they don’t know how to talk to cute strangers, someone mistakes Hayley as straight, and Hayley does a truly unfortunate DIY haircut (that she cannot be held responsible for––it was a crisis!). But when Talia and Hayley finally manage to score dates, will they be able to get out of their own way and really dive into the romances they deserve? Or is summer love not as far off as Hayley thought?

Don't Be a Drag by Skye Quinlan

When eighteen-year-old Briar Vincent's mental health takes a turn for the worst, her parents send her to spend the summer in New York City with her older brother, Beau, also known as the drag queen Bow Regard.

Backstage at the gay bar where Beau performs, Briar just wants to be a fly on the wall, but she can't stand by when the cute but conceited drag king Spencer Read tries to put down another up-and-coming performer. To prove to him that even a brand-new performer could knock him off his pedestal, Briar signs up for the annual drag king competition.

There's just one flaw in her plan: Briar has never done drag before.

With the help of her brother and a few new friends, Briar becomes Edgar Allan Foe, a drag king hellbent on taking Spencer down. But unless she can learn how to shake her anxiety and perform, she doesn't stand a chance of winning Drag King of the Year, overcoming her depression and inner demons, or avoiding falling for her enemy, who might not be so bad after all.

#wlw books #wlw literature #sapphic books #lesbian #queer fiction #lgbt #book recommendations

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 4 months

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Moonset across the plateau from El Rito, Taos Co, NM. Photo: Geraint Smith (Dec 30, 2023)

(Robert Scott Horton)

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Among the Navajo, the land is thought to exhibit sacred order…each individual undertakes to order his interior landscape according to the exterior landscape. To succeed in this means to achieve a balanced state of mental health…Among the various sung ceremonies of this people-Enemyway, Coyoteway, Uglyway- there is one called Beautyway. It is, in part, a spiritual invocation of the order of the exterior universe, that irreducible, holy complexity that manifests itself as all things changing through time (a Navajo definition of beauty).”

― Barry López, Crossing Open Ground

#Geraint Smith #Taos #New Mexico #moonset #Barry Lopez #Crossing Open Ground #quotes #Navajo #sacred order #beauty #Beauty way

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chaotic-on-main · 8 months

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hi sky can i also pls order a rum raisin sugar cone with hot fudge?? or if you're outta hot fudge I could definitely take some chopped nuts?? canon pls if possible but no worries if not!!!

Order up!! One rum raisin sugar cone with hot fudge for El!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Erwin Smith x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ one bed, canonverse, pre-commander Erwin (actually freshly scout initiate Erwin), light fluff, angst (if you squint but you don't need to squint that hard I'M SO SORRY)

☾ A/N ➼ HI EL! I'm so sorry this took forever also sorry that I did Erwin's instead of Miche's but I'm working on that next, I swear!! Canonverse one bed can be hard but I think I made it work out. This became a lot sadder than I initially planned but like, there's hope?? And it's kinda sweet?? But like, knowing what you know for the last half of season 3 :| yeah. I'm sure it's fine a;lsdkjfa;lskjf this is the second time where I've written canon and alluded to the shitshow that happens later as;ldfj ANYWAYS. Thank you so much for sending in a request!! I'm excited to hear what you think. :3

Edit: coming back here to say that I had this exact request sitting in my inbox from El for the longest time and I'm glad you requested it again when I had the creativity and confidence. It still has to do with a tent and a bedroll and one bed, but hopefully this twist was okay lmao. I'm still laughing at my typo with typing right as write akjfksnfmd

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.3k

It would figure that your first ever expedition would turn into a disaster. Not because of any titan's doings, which is what you would assume would have happened. No, instead of facing an early death, you find yourself dealing with a ripped tent and a torrential rainstorm. Everything you brought with you, including your spare clothes, were soaked through. Nothing was spared from the wrath of the dark skies.

This is why you're marching to the only person you know well enough out of the entire legion that was sent forth on this expedition – Erwin Smith.

Fresh out of the cadet corps, it was a no brainer that Erwin would join the scouts. You were quick to follow, but not because of him per say. You also shared the drive for knowledge on what was out there and a way to cure the sickness that ails humanity – the titans. Both of you begged for any answers and the only way to get those answers was to go beyond the walls, no matter what it took.

For these reasons alone, you and Erwin found friendship in each other easily. But because of those same ideals, you were both very isolated. That isolation was relished between the two of you, though, as it made you closer.

Erwin's tent is now in arms reach and you don't hesitate to scratch at the canvas to get his attention. It was still early in the night, you assumed, so there was a high chance Erwin was still awake. As the cold rain falls around you, dripping down your face and soaking your clothes, you wait impatiently for your friend.

Eventually, a head pops out of the slit of the tent, ocean blue eyes searching until they fall on the figure in front of him. There's a little grimace at first until he realizes it's you, and then it's replaced with a dazzling smile. Bushy eyebrows shoot up his forehead as he takes in the state of you.

“What are you doing out in the rain? Go back to your tent and dry off.”

“I would love to do that but something happened and now there's a giant hole in my tent. Nothing is salvageable. Can I stay with you?” You wrap your arms around your stomach to hold yourself closer for warmth, but there's none left. Your teeth have started chattering at this point.

“Of course, get out of that rain. You'll catch a cold.” Erwin pulls up the flap to give you allowance into his dimly lit tent. Instantly, a burst of warmth blows onto you and you don't have to be told twice. Erwin's tent isn't large by any means, especially considering how much space he takes up already. You find yourself brushing up against him as you scuttle your way into the warm space – you completely miss the way he freezes up for a second as you do.

“Did you bring any spare clothes?” Erwin asks as he ties the tent flaps back together. The rain brought cold wind which made the canvas shudder from the force. You knew Erwin well enough to know he had staked his tent down well, but you still can't help but worry.

“They were ruined as well. I brought my pack but again, nothing was salvageable and it all needs to dry.” You say through chattering teeth as you rub your hands up and down your arms for extra heat. Your pack in question hangs loose on your back and is currently dripping the same amount of water that drips off your shaking frame.

Erwin turns around to take in the sad sight of you, his eyes downturned in concern. You now notice he was in his underclothes, almost ready for bed. His bedroll is spread out next you, which was unfortunately being splattered by rainwater as it drips to the ground.

“You can use some of mine and we'll hang your clothes to dry, okay?” He holds his hand out for you bag which you hand over happily through shaking fingers. You were chilled straight down to the bone.

As he digs around your bag for your extra clothes, you take this moment to look around his cozy space. The bedroll you've already seen, but off to the side is his pack and a dim lantern, and right next to it are a few journals and books. One is half open with a pencil sticking out of it as if he was taking notes in the margins – which you would not put past your bookish friend.

“Okay, you can grab the spare I have in my bag. I'm sure they'll be too big, but it's better than nothing. I'll step out for a second so you can get out of those clothes.” Erwin mutters as he turns to you waiting for an answer. You furrow your eyebrows back.

“So you can get wet too? No way, just. Turn your back or something.” You flap your hand dismissively. The dim light coming from the corner makes it hard to see his face, but if you could you'd notice a very prominent pink flush that starts creeping from his neck into his cheeks. He stutters an agreement and does what he’s told.

Without hesitation, you start stripping. It’s extremely hard to do because not only do you have complicated leather straps to unbuckle, every fabric clung to your skin. Eventually you're able to pull it all off and drop them to the ground with various ‘splat' noises – even your undergarments. Your teeth chatter even harder now as your exposed skin meets the cool, moist air. You trusted Erwin enough to know he wouldn't peek nor do any funny business, but you can't help the heat that burns in your cheeks at the vulnerable position you were in.

As you start rummaging in his pack, you notice he had the bare essentials as well as two other books. You raise an eyebrow at it all as you pull out his white button down – folded neatly of course.

“Did you even bring any rations with you?” You half-joke as you tug Erwin's shirt over your head and down your body.

“I did. Enough for the expedition, of course.” He chuckles, knowing damn well you were poking fun at his books.

Due to the massive height difference, his shirt is practically a dress on you as it falls a little under your butt. You already knew his pants weren't going to fit but you still pulled them on just to see. It was almost comical how easy they fell down your legs. With a soft huff, you step out of the uniform that pooled at your feet and tug your underwear back on. Wet was better than being exposed.

“Everything okay?” Erwin asks, still with his back turned to you.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Your clothes are just so big. I'm done, by the way.” You say as you straighten back up after tucking his things back into his pack.

“Better than being wet.” He turns back around, those eyes of his sparkling in the dim flames. They glance down to your bare legs for a second before jumping back up to your face. There's an obvious blush across his pale cheeks but you pretend not to notice.

“Yeah, that's fair.” You sigh as you sit yourself down on Erwin's bedroll. The leather is soft against your exposed legs which you cover quickly with the thin fleece blanket provided. It's considerably less cold, your teeth finally at a standstill.

“Erwin, are you sure this is okay? I don't want to impose.” You watch as Erwin lowers himself down next to you, half on the bed. You scoot over so he has room and he follows suit – still partially off the cloth but not as bad.

“Nonsense. And leave you sopping wet? Don't be dumb.” He gently knocks into your shoulder with his own, a low chuckle rumbling out of his chest.

“Well, thanks. I don't have to take the be-"

“Don't even think about it. I don't need one, you take it. Besides, you're the one that got drenched, not me. Your body heat needs to get back to normal.”

You don't answer back to that. Erwin Smith, the chivalrous knight as always. As the heavy raindrops hit the top of the tent, you find your thoughts drifting back to when you and Erwin first met – back in the cadet corps.

“What do you think is out there?” You ask quietly, watching the lantern-lit shadows dance against the inner tent walls.

“Freedom, I hope. An elixir to humanity. More answers to questions that haven't been asked yet.”

“Hm. Do you think we'll ever live to see those questions answered?” You look over to your friend as he meets your gaze, eyes softened as they bounce around your face.

“We have to. Or at least, we have to hope for it. That's all we can do.” His lips twitch into a smile.

“What do you think Nile is up to?”

“Doing his best to look out for the people, I suppose. As much as I think he would have made a great scout, I'm glad he's there. He'll be able to keep people in line effectively.” His shoulders bounce from soft laughter, no doubt thinking back to the shenanigans Nile had to save you from time and time again.

“You know, before we left I heard word that he was thinking about marrying Marie.” You mutter, looking away and back to the canvas walls.

“Yeah, I did too. I sent him my best regards.”

Distant thunder cracks above as the wind starts to pick up a little more. You bite back what you really wanted to ask but found your curiosity winning over, as it always did. Something you think will never change despite the trouble you've gotten into over the years.

“Do you regret not staying for her?”

“No, it wasn't going to work out anyways. Besides, our lives have bigger purposes. I wasn't meant to settle down, I don't think.” Erwin responds back faster than you thought, clearing any doubts you had for him.

“So you don't think you'll ever get married?”

“With this line of work? I'd have to retire first.” You laugh at that, trying to picture what an old retired Erwin would look like.

“I think I'd like to. But not until we get answers, of course.” You say quickly, giving him a quick glance. Answers were all you and Erwin ever wanted when it came to the decision of joining the scouts.

“Then that means we need to push even harder, doesn't it?” A yawn escapes you as he finishes his sentence, and he raises a bushy eyebrow at you.

“You should get some rest, you look drained.”

“What about you? There's not a lot of room here.”

“It'll be fine.” He sounds so nonchalant but the blush on his face that no doubt mirrors yours says otherwise. You're suddenly hyper aware that you're only in a shirt and underwear.

“Fine, but no funny business, Mr. Smith.” You narrow your eyes playfully before sliding yourself lower onto the leather until you're fully lying down. Always the knight, Erwin lies down too but gives a good 6-inch clearance, enough that you know he's half off the bedroll again.

“Thanks, Erwin.” You mumble before closing your eyes, the smell of cedar wafting into your senses – something that always came with Erwin's proximity. You're drifting off before you know it, straight into dreams about your younger cadet years.

As you sleep, you of course are not aware of Erwin's careful gaze as your breathing becomes heavier with every passing minute. The way your eyelashes flutter as your eyes move around in your dreaming state. How your cheeks and bottom lip puff out, tinted light pink. Erwin hopes that somewhere out there, there's a world where he could settle down. And hopefully it was you that he was with.

“Commander Smith?” A soft voice brings Erwin out of his memories and into the present where a young boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes stares at him.

“Ah, yes. Sorry about that. You were saying, Arlert?” Erwin sits up in his bed, using his remaining arm to push him into a better position. The throbbing pain that radiates off his right side is ever present, but not as white hot as it was before. It was nothing he couldn't handle. What did weird him out was the feeling of his fingers that were no longer there.

“Forgive me for being so bold to ask, but is something bothering you Sir?” Armin shifts nervously in his chair, the wooden frame creaking from under him.

“Aside from the missing arm?” Erwin chuckles darkly. He notes the wide-eyed disposition of the cadet in front of him, expression full of worry. And… a little bit of underlying excitement. “I'm fine. You just remind me of someone I knew, is all.”

“O-oh. I hope that's a good thing?”

“It is. I think they would like you. But about the basement? You had theories about what might be down there?”

“Yes! Well, I was thinking…”

Erwin watches young Armin Arlert as he rattles on, not being able to stop the string of thoughts of how much he missed you and wished that you were still here with him. How much you would have loved to learn the secrets of the walls and what might lie beyond. What you would have said to Erwin after he quietly whispered over to you, ‘told you so.’

There's an unspoken promise made to you that he would do what he could to learn everything so that when he saw you again in the afterlife, you would get to know as well.

I don't have a lot of Erwin girlies that I know of but I know @bita-bita likes him so uhhh here! Also @melodyuzumaki and @elnyrae just for good measure.

#sky's summer event #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #erwin smith #aot erwin #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #erwin smith x gn!reader #erwin x gn!reader #fluff #angst #one bed #one bed trope #asks #answered #el.moots

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w-wolfhard · 2 years

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THE OTHER WOMAN by lana del rey.

mike wheeler x f!reader

warning(s) ; strong language & angst

a/n ; this is rlly shitty im super sorry. it's 4am and i've gotten like zero sleep so pls let this slide. i've been having huge brainrot for the past hour sooooo ya lol

pt. 2 here

y/n l/n, aka mike wheeler's best friend, ever since kindergarten.

you'd both had feelings for each other, but never told each other. you were both oblivious to the other's feelings, so no relationship ever sparked. neither of you told each other, because you were both scared of the friendship messing up, or the other would hate the other.

you two were technically attatched at the hip, being nearly impossible to separate. wherever you went, he tagged along. wherever he went, you came too. you were the definition of inseparable.

that was until eleven came.

that one rainy night, you, mike, lucas, and dustin, were out looking for will in the woods, only to run into a girl with a buzz cut.

ever since that night, your bond technically broke. he's been spending a shit ton of time with her, barely spending any time with you. whenever you did spend time together, eleven tagged along. and so while they were doing their cute shit, you were on mike's opposite side, awkwardly standing there.

you didn't hate el at all. you were just a bit upset that your bestfriend was choosing some girl he just met in the woods, over his bestfriend that he's known for– heaven knows how many years? but you didn't tell him, lucas or dustin about being upset. you continued hanging with them throughout the years.

when eleven went missing, you were there to comfort mike. you were there to tell him that she was safe. that she was okay. that he had nothing to worry about. when she were gone, max got added to the party. you were pretty glad about it. you and el weren't the only girls anymore. plus, she was super cool. but her and mike didn't get along.

the fact that she got "added" to the party without his permission, was only one of the problems. one of the bigger problems was that he thought that max was hogging you. which she wasn't.

your friendship with mike was nearly fixed. but of course, el came back.

not that you had a problem with her! you thought el was super cool. with her powers and all. you weren't shocked mike loved her.

you would hang out with them often. most of the time you'd be sitting on the floor, while her and mike made out on the bed. you were all hanging out at your place, in the guess room.

"heyyyy," you chirped, while the couple continued making out, paying no attention to you. "think we could play some cyndi lauper? or madonna? tears for fears? the smiths? fleetwood mac?" you looked up at the couple, who were basically eating each other's faces off, ignoring you completely. you let out a sigh, as you got up from your seat. you walked to your door, but a voice stopped you.

"where are you going, y/n?" mike asked.

you looked back, and saw that mike has his hands cupped on eleven's face, while they both looked at you.

"no where. just continue eating each other's faces." you quietly scoffed, before exiting your room. you went outside to your front porch, your elbows rested against the fense, while the rest of your arms were dangling off the fense. you stared at the night stars, the moon, the very faint clouds which weren't very visible, and the sky. how they all just looked gorgeous.

it was quiet and peaceful. until you heard the door behind you open then close. "hey."

you heard a familiar voice behind you. you heard him approach you, standing by your side.

"hi." you said back, not bothering to look at the boy. you didn't want him there with you, because you just wanted to yell at him.

it was silent. both of you weren't talking. you tried to hard to keep your gaze and thoughts on the night sky, but it was hard while the boy you were upset with was right next to you.

all of a sudden, you felt your eyes watering.

why the fuck are my eyes watering? am i about to fucking cry? why am i even crying? shitshitshit.

you tried holding back your tears. your vision becoming blurry from all the held back tears and sniffles, as you felt your nose get stuffy. you felt a thick teardrop run down your cheek, lessening the blurryness in your eyes. you sniffled, due to your nose being to stuffy.

mike glanced at you. his blank expression, turning into a concerned one, once he saw your glassy eyes. "holy shit, y/n. what's wrong?"

"nothing, mike." you mumbled, not facing him.

"nono, something is definitely wrong. don't hit me with that 'nothing's wrong, stop asking' bullshit, because i'm not letting you be stubborn. you don't cry often, so for you to cry, i want to help." he stated.

you didn't answer, but continued crying. you wanted to stop crying, yet the tears wouldn't stop. you felt like you were going mad.

"mike?" you sniffled again, aggressively wiping the tears off your face. he hummed in response, the same concerned look plastered on his face. "you wanna know what's wrong?"

he nodded in response.

"well, what's fucking wrong is that i think i'm in love with you. and i have been since i was 9 years old. i fucking hate it so much. 'cause ever since el, you've treated me like utter shit. everytime i asked to hang out you always bring el." you spat. he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could say anything. "and before you say any pathetic bullshit about how i hate el or something, don't even say it. because matter of fact, i don't hate her. i admire her. she stole your heart, and nothing can change that. and you. don't even try anything. don't fucking kiss me, don't hug me, and don't tell me about any feelings you had or have for me. because none of it would matter at all. wanna know why? it's because, you have a lovely girlfriend who loves you. so don't go breaking her heart like you did to me. 'kay?"

he didn't know how to reply. he was stunned. it's like his words were stuck in his throat. he wanted to say something but he couldn't even open his mouth.

"i'm gonna go back inside. bye michael." you sighed, opening the door to go back inside.

you went to your room, and layed on your bed like a starfish. you flipped over, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. "fuck i hate this stupid bullshit so much!" it came out muffled, as your face was burried into your pillow.

you sobbed into your pillow, muffling your soft sobs.

oh, how you wished you weren't the other woman.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler angst #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #stranger things #w-wolfhard #༄┊𝐬𝐞𝐛'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … February 29

It's Leap-Day, February 29, the day added to our calendar to make the adjustment for all those little extra seconds each day which don't fit into out existing regular calendar. Beware of women who might want to propose to you. If you turn them down—and you probably will—you are expected to buy them a gift!

A better suggestion is to hang out with your best butt-buddy and play a game of naked leapfrog. Who knows? Maybe he will propose to you, and you can settle down and play house—and all the other indoor and outdoor activities gay men love, such as Hide the Wiener, Handballs, Cross-country rutting, Muff Diving and the old favorite, Camping. The occasional eating out will be an added treat.

1938 – Superman aka Kal-El aka Clark Kent was born on this day (maybe). Superman only celebrates his birthday on February 29th, which explains why he can look so good even though he's pushing 80. It’s a handy way to explain why a guy who has been fighting crime since 1938 doesn’t appear to age.

February 29th, 1988 was Superman’s “official” 50th birthday celebration, marked by a special edition of Time Magazine and a nearly unwatchable “comedy” special that aired on network TV. More importantly, February 29th is the date that “For the Man Who Has Everything,” one of the greatest Superman stories ever told, takes place, which is clearly marked as Superman’s birthday.

Whatever Kal-El’s actual birthday would be on Krypton depends on how you want to interpret the intricacies of the Kryptonian calendar. A Kryptonian “year” is known as a “zetyar,” which is equivalent to roughly 500 Earth days. By the reckoning of the Kryptonian calendar, Kal-El was born on 38 Eorx 9998. The weirdness of the Kryptonian calendar might offer a possible explanation here, so maybe 38 Eorx 9998 fell on the equivalent of February 29th on Earth. Then again, it’s best not to think too hard about this.

On the other hand, Clark Kent’s birthday would have to be the day his foster parents found his rocket. Superman: Secret Origin by Geoff Johns and Gary Frank put Clark Kent’s birthday on December 1st. Some comic book accounts place it in October, while others put it on June 18th. June is significant since Action Comics #1 has a June, 1938 cover date. You can’t put too much stock in that, though. Because of the weirdness of comic book cover dating practices (they were competitively dated months in advance), it probably actually hit newsstands in late February or early March of 1938. Also, there was no February 29th in 1938.

We are not trying to suggest here that Superman is gay. Far from it, but many of us as gay teens surely hoped he was, imagining him naked and jerking off to the idea. (I, for one, used to get great pleasure out of drawing him sans pants and with an enormous erection! — Ted)

However, Superman's son, Jon, is definitely gay. He came out of the closet in Superman - Son of Kal-El #5. He has fallen for a human named Jay with purple hair and extra powers such as the ability to walk through walls.

1948 – Willi Smith, cofounder of the WilliWear company, has been called "the most successful black designer in fashion history." He favored natural fabrics and unconstructed clothes since they are more practical for the average consumer. "Models pose in clothes," he said. "People live in them."

Another leap-year baby, Willi Donnell Smith was born in Philadelphia on leap-day. Smith took inspiration from his parents and grandmother, who always dressed fashionably despite being on limited budgets. After studying commercial art, Smith enrolled at the Philadelphia College of Art to study fashion illustration in 1962. He soon realized, however, that he wanted to be a designer.

He earned two scholarships to the Parsons School of Design in New York in 1965. Soon after arriving in the city he began doing freelance work for the designer Arnold Scaasi and the Bobbie Brooks sportswear company. In 1967 he quit school to pursue his career full-time. By 1969 his name was on the label of clothing made by Digits, a sportswear company.

Willi Smith continued doing freelance work until 1976, when he entered into another business partnership, this time with Laurie Mallet, with whom he co-founded WilliWear. Smith and Mallet had met in 1970, when both were working at Digits. After leaving Digits, the two went their separate professional ways, Mallet working primarily in importing textiles and clothing.

WilliWear got off to a modest start. Mallet financed a trip to India so that she and Smith could buy materials and create their first collection. They used the only fabric available, cotton, and, unable to find buttons, designed wrap-around coats. Thus, their initial twelve-piece collection had what would become hallmarks of Willi Smith designs--natural fabrics, a relaxed, comfortable fit, colorful and eye-catching material, and a reasonable price tag.

Smith's eclectic, whimsical, and inventive designs attracted the attention of fashion editors and buyers from department stores and clothing chains such as TJ Maxx. Customers responded favorably, and the fledgling company soon became established in the industry.

Smith's style has been described as "street couture," a designation with which Smith quibbled. While acknowledging that he was acutely aware of what was being worn on the streets of America, he emphasized that he was not designing "for young people who like to look alike," but rather for people who wanted "real clothes" but with a sense of designer fashion.

At first WilliWear produced only women's clothing, but in 1978 the WilliWear Men line was added.

Each year Smith spent several months in India, working on fabrics and designs. On a trip in February 1987 he contracted shigella, a parasitic disease that causes dysentery. His health declined rapidly, and he was hospitalized with pneumonia in April. Two days later he died. A subsequent autopsy revealed that he had AIDS. The news came as a complete surprise to his business partner, Mallet, who said that she had "absolutely no clue" that Smith had AIDS. She described Smith as "fragile" and said that coworkers "were used to him not feeling well, not coming to work." If Smith knew the nature of his illness, however, he did not disclose it to them.

By the time of Smith's death, WilliWear was selling over 25 million dollars' worth of clothing a year. In addition to his retail ventures, Smith occasionally worked for individual clients. For example, he designed suits for Edwin Schlossberg and his groomsmen when Schlossberg married Caroline Kennedy in 1986. He also designed clothing for Spike Lee's film School Daze (1987).

A commemorative panel for Smith is part of the AIDS quilt. He is also remembered in a list of gay black AIDS sufferers in the poem I Speak: A Poem for the Millennium March by Keith Boykin, which the author read at the Millennium March on Washington for Equality on April 29, 2000.

1972 – Pedro Zamora (d.1994) was a Cuban-American AIDS educator and television personality. As one of the first openly gay men with AIDS to be portrayed in popular media, Zamora brought international attention to HIV/AIDS and LGBT issues and prejudices through his appearance on MTV's reality television series, The Real World: San Francisco.

When his mother died when he was thirteen, he went into denial by throwing himself into his schoolwork, and by having promiscuous sex. He was an honors student, president of the Science Club, captain of the Cross-Country team, and as one of the most popular students in Hialeah High School, was voted Most Intellectual and Most All-Around. His mother's death inspired him to become a doctor, but he replaced her presence in his life by becoming sexually active with many male partners.

He was ignorant of safe sex, as the only AIDS education he received was in the seventh grade from a man who did not present the disease as a legitimate threat to him, but as something distant that only afflicted societal undesirables like prostitutes, drug addicts and homosexuals. Things such as sex and condoms were never mentioned, and thus Zamora never identified himself as someone at risk.

When he was fourteen, his father, suspecting his son was gay, had his brother follow him when he was supposed to be going out with a group of friends, only to find Zamora with his boyfriend. Zamora admitted his sexual orientation when his father confronted him. Hector, rather than being upset, was concerned over the homophobia to which his son might be subjected, but affirmed that he would be supportive of his son.

In his junior year of high school, Zamora donated blood during a Red Cross blood drive, and received a letter saying that his blood tested "reactive", though it did not specify for what, as the general screening was for a variety of viruses and infections. Zamora decided to be tested, and on November 9, 1989, the results confirmed that he had HIV.

He decided to graduate from high school before he died, though he did not give much thought to his health, as he was still in denial. He graduated high school in 1990, a year early, but five months later, he suffered a severe case of shingles that covered the entire right side of his body and face. With medication, the condition subsided after two months, but it inspired Zamora to join a Miami-based HIV/AIDS resource center called Body Positive, where he met others with HIV and AIDS, and educated himself about the disease, learning how to lead a positive life with it. Soon thereafter, he began to talk about his condition to others to attempt to raise awareness about the disease in his community.

Zamora decided to make a career as an AIDS educator. He began to lecture at schools of all levels, PTA meetings, churches, and anyone else who would listen, traveling the country, sitting on the boards of various AIDS organizations, and hoping to use what time he had left to prevent others from sharing his fate.

At the age of 19, his work came into national focus when Eric Morganthaler wrote a front page article about him for the Wall Street Journal, resulting in talk show interviews by Geraldo Rivera, Phil Donahue and Oprah Winfrey.

Though Zamora was gay, he chose to not make that explicit point to school children, preferring to emphasize to them that he got the disease through unprotected sex, so as to underscore the fact that both homosexuals and heterosexuals could contract HIV.

On July 12, 1993, he testified before the United States Congress, arguing for more explicit HIV/AIDS educational programs, saying, "If you want to reach me as a young man - especially a young gay man of color - then you need to give me information in a language and vocabulary I can understand and relate to."

In 1993, Zamora met a fellow AIDS educator named Sean Sasser during a gay/lesbian march in Washington D.C., when both were involved with other people, and they became friends. The constant travel took its toll on Zamora, who at times was so tired that he was forced to cancel speaking engagements.

In mid-1993, Zamora learned that MTV was casting for the next season of their reality TV show, The Real World, which would take place in San Francisco. His best friend and roommate, Alex Escarano, convinced him to put together an audition tape, arguing that he could reach more people simply by living in The Real World house than through the cross-country travel that exhausted him. Six months later, Zamora was informed that he had been chosen to be a castmate on the show, beating out 25,000 applicants.

The Real World: S.F cast

Zamora and his six castmates (Mohammed Bilal, Rachel Campos, Pam Ling, Cory Murphy, David "Puck" Rainey, and Judd Winick) moved into the house at 953 Lombard Street on Russian Hill on February 12, 1994. While the producers informed the other six housemates that they would be living with someone HIV-positive, they did not tell them who it was.

Zamora informed his roommate, Judd Winick, that he was the one with AIDS by telling him he was an AIDS educator, and the rest of the cast by showing them a scrapbook of his career as an AIDS educator.

Sean Sasser had been living in San Francisco for a couple of years, so when Zamora moved into the loft, he and Sean began dating. Zamora asked the show's producers for permission to go out without cameras, so that he and Sasser could get to know one another in a more natural setting. The producers allowed this, and the two young men fell in love. Sasser proposed to Zamora, and the two exchanged vows in a commitment ceremony in the loft. Their relationship was nominated for "Favorite Love Story" at the 2008 Real Worlds Awards Bash.

Zamora's health continued to deteriorate, however. Although he was able to participate in activities like parasailing during the group's trip to Hawaii, the cast grew more worried about him nonetheless, often covering up for him during their weekly "confessional" interviews with the producers by telling them that Zamora was doing fine when they knew otherwise.

The cast moved out of the loft on June 19, 1994, and the first episodes of The Real World: San Francisco began airing a week later.

Wishing not to subject his family to a slow and prolonged death as had occurred with his mother, Zamora stated his wish not to be kept alive by artificial means. Hospitalized and unable to speak for almost a month, being fed intravenously, and becoming unresponsive, his family honored his wishes, and withdrew life support, including medication, food and water. Surrounded by his family, Zamora died on November 11, 1994, the day after the final episode of The Real World: San Francisco aired.

U.S. President Bill Clinton credited Zamora with personalizing and humanizing those living with HIV—especially to Latino communities—with his activism, including his testimony before Congress. His romantic relationship with Sean Sasser was also documented on the show with the two getting married on air; their relationship was later nominated by MTV viewers for "Favorite Love Story" award. Zamora's personal struggle with AIDS, and his conflict with housemate David "Puck" Rainey is credited with helping to make The Real World a hit show, for which Time ranked it #7 on their list of 32 Epic Moments in Reality-TV History.

1988 – Joel Kim Booster is an American actor, comedian, and writer. He is best known for his Comedy Central Stand-Up Presents stand-up special.

Kim Booster was born in South Korea and was adopted by a white American couple as an infant. He was raised in Plainfield, Illinois in a conservative, Evangelical Christian family and was initially homeschooled. He went to public school for the first time when he was 16, which he described as his "first time being around non-religious people." He knew he was gay from childhood but kept it a secret. His senior year in high school, his parents found out he was gay by reading his diary where he had described his sexual encounters with other boys. Kim Booster moved out and began to couchsurf until he stayed with a family friend.

He studied theater at Millikin University for his bachelor's degree.Living in Chicago, he took a job as a copywriter and began to perform in theater and write jokes after work. Kim Booster began his stand-up career in an unconventional fashion by opening up for plays in Chicago's theater scene. He then moved to New York in 2014 to pursue a career in comedy. He performed a set on Conan in 2016. He then appeared in his own Comedy Central Stand-Up Presents special in 2017. Kim Booster has also written for the shows Billy on the Street, Big Mouth, and The Other Two.

Kim Booster often talks about his sexuality in his stand-up. He has stated that he knew he was gay before he knew he was Asian.

"Me too!"

1988 – Svend Robinson becomes Canada's first elected Member of Parliament to come out as gay.

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What music do you think the knights of camelot and merlin would listen to? like if they had spotifys what would they be filled with? this is such a random thought I had omg im so sorry but id love to hear your thoughts!

I love this question!

・Merlin, Gwaine and Lancelot are diehard Whitney Houston fans

・Unholy by Sam Smith would definitely be in Arthur's and Gwaine's playlists

・They ALL love Ms Jackson by Outkast. It could probably be their group song - like when girls get excited in the club and all look at each other when their song comes on

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧:

・He would LOVE Fleetwood Mac, especially Rhiannon and Dreams. He would turn that sh*t up and dance around the room with his eyes closed, absolutely vibing

・Kate Bush!!! Running Up That Hill!!!

・Also loves Greta Van Fleet, especially their song Heat Above

・His music taste is very indie, pop-rockesque

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫:

・Kings of Leon, would blush when he first heard Sex on Fire but absolutely fall in love with their 'Come Around Sundown' album

・Loves House of the Rising Sun but the cover by Muse

・The Arctic Monkeys. He would have their album AM, 24/7. It drives Merlin insane

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧:

・Really likes Leonard Cohen, particularly

・One of his favourite songs is O' Children” by Nick Cave. Another is Hoist That Rag by Tom Waits

・Leon likes music that touches the part of him that he doesn't show. The deep part, the emotional part.

・LOVES MITSKI!!!! Even though Mitski talks about women's issues, Leon can feel her through the music. He feels the exact emotion that Mitski does

𝐆𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞:

・ABBA he would die anytime Dancing Queen came on. Like do this lil squeal and pull Merlin onto the dancefloor

・Loves Kylie Minogue's Spinning Around - would totally make up a dance for it

・Lana Del Rey! Oh my god he would so romanticise himself when he listens to her music

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭:

・This could be argued but I kinda feel like he'd love heavy metal. Like Black Sabbath, Metallica, Led Zepplin

・Would LOVE the band Idles, especially Never Fight A Man With A Perm

・Is strongly against the fact that Elvis stole a lot of songs from the black community. Elyan showed him Big Mama Thornton's original of Hound Dog and he nearly transcended when he listened to it

𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐧:

・Destiny Child - can sing Say My Name word for word. Literally has perfect timing.

・Loves loves loves soulful, passionate music that has a lot of history or a story behind it

・Young Hearts Run Free by Candi Stanton

・Labrinth; Yeah I Fcken Did It & All For Us

・Double Trouble by Otis Rush. I think Elyan would love the electric guitar, the saxophone, but I also think he'd be really good at playing an instrument?? I'm thinking the drums or maybe even piano. Like a headcanon that his father or mother made him learn it when he was young, and he hated it but later on in life it's useful

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥:

・He would love movie soundtracks/scores. Like Flying with Mother by John Powell (How to Train Your Dragon) and Dance of the Druids by Bear McCreary. He would have so much knowledge about movie scores that it shocks the other knights

・Tame Impala's One More Hour

・El Tango De Roxanne

#merlin #merlin bbc #ask box #answered questions #mini headcanons #merlin headcanons #percival bbc #elyan #sir elyan #sir percival #sir leon #king arthur #king arthur bbc #lancelot #sir lancelot #sir gwaine

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El Chico del Apartamento 512

Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader

Part 1 of the Amor Prohibido Series

Words: 955

Warning: stalking, sexual harrasment.

A/N: okayyyyy, after a 2 years hiatus, I guess I'm back! And I've been thinking a lot about this fic and this guy for a while and this is it! Hope you like it and wait for more...

btw, it turned out to be GN!

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"Good morning sweet cheeks, wanna come inside?"

Just on time, like every damn morning, the asshole from 506 said that to you while you walked through the hall. And just like every damn morning you successfully tried to ignore him while waiting for the elevator.

The fifht floor of "The Sunny Square Building Apartments" is full of interesting character. You have 506-stalker, Dylan; 508-Mrs. Smith, a sweet old lady who's always feeding you because she cooks extra; 510-Jane, a single mother of two twins, Daniel and Jake, who sometimes you babysit and-

"512"- you said surprised when the elevator doors opened wide.

Frankie, AKA 512. AKA, the hottest single daddy you've ever seen. AKA the reason why you consider being a stepmother is such a great idea and you are willing to consider because a) Maria is the cutest 4 year old with her big brown eyes and her chubby cheeks and b) Frankie. Just Frankie.

"504? Could you let me pass?"

"Wh...what? Sorry, what?- you said, stuttering.

"You are kinda blocking the entrance"- he said, laughing at the end.

What a cute laugh.

Shit.

"Oh gosh!"- you take a step to the left, looking to the floor.

He walked passing you, laughing.

His laugh.

Shit.

You get inside the elevator, watching the door get close and seeing him walking away. Definitely not one of your best moment.

...

-"So, you are telling, you had your crush in front of you this morning, and instead of a making a move, you decided to hinder?" -asked Melissa, your best friend at work

-"Yeah, more or less, it kinda sounds accurate"

-"Okay, I get it. He is your crush, and he's hot but at the end of the day he is just a guy... and your neighbor. You can just knock on his door and say "Hey, I made so coffee, would you like some?"

-"Of course not, we are not that close to do that. He is very kind and he has, you know, fixed some stuff around my apartment once or twice but, that's it"

-" That's more that enough to go ahead and ask him out" - she said, looking into your eyes.

And you know she is right. How hard it could be to ask someone out when you are already acquaintances? And it's not even out out; just a coffee. You could feel deep inside that sometimes, you gotta have initiative and just do it, what could get wrong?

...

It takes you 20 minutes walking from work to the building; some days you want to fly or teletransport to your bed but some other like today, being able to breathe fresh air, observing people walking around and living their own lives is comforting.

You are just arriving to the apartment building and looking for your key in your purse when you hear it.

-"Hello, sweet cheeks, getting home for work? Don't you wanna take a sit and rest? Cause I've got something where you can do it"

You froze when you listened what 506 said to you. He was leaning agaisnt the building's wall and you turned around to look at him.

-"What did you just said to her?"

Shit.

-"Say it again"- 512 said. Angry. Furious. Enraged. And any other synonym you can imagine.

Frankie closed the principal door of the building, walking straight to 506 and stand right in front of him.

-"504"- he said, still looking at him "You can get inside, don't worry, I can handle this"

You decided to stay out of it. Tired from work, tired of that guy's attitude, and astonished by the way Frankie reacted. When you got inside your apartment, you sat on the couch for a while, when you hear a knock on your door. Frankie.

You went to open the door and there he was.

"Are you feeling all right, 504?"- he asked, with a frown in his face.

"I...I'm okay, it's not the first time something like that happens"- you confesed

"Shit. You should've said something to me, I could've helped, you know?

"I know, thank you so much, but I thought it was under control"

"You don't have to thank me, he won't bother you anymore"

"Should I ask what did you do?"

"Neh" he put his hands in his jean's pockets "It's better if you don't know" he said and you laughed.

You looked at each other without saying anything and at some point you didn't know if it was nice or just awkard.

"I guess I should just leave" he said pointing at this apartment door "I'll be there if you need anything" and saying that he left and you closed the door.

Definitely awkard.

...

Two bottles of wine later you make your choice.

You are going through that door to ask him if he wants to grab some coffee any of these days.

He saved you, it is totally normal to thank him through some food, right?

Who cares? You were going to do it.

And just like that, you left your apartment and went straight to his. With the numer 512 on his door, you decided to knock until someone opened.

A she someone. A she with pretty brown hair, tanned skin and brown eyes.

'Of course', you thought, 'a girlfriend"

-"Hello", you said, standing there like a serial killer.

-"Hello, are you looking for my brother?"- she asked

Her brother. She is a sister.

-"Yeah, I came to ask him if i could buy him a coffee, he literally saved me from this freak a while ago" you explained, blushing.

-"Oh!, you must be 504"

-"He told you about me?"

-"Oh darling, come in"- she said letting me in "he told me everything about you"

#frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales x reader #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal

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So I did some research on which silver and bronze age writers were behind certain Lex Luthor stories, and assigned them in this list:

Jerry Siegel

Adventure Comics #271 "How Luthor Met Superboy",

Superboy #86 "The Army of Living Kryptonite Men",

Superman's Girl Friend, Lois Lane #23 "The Curse of Lena Thorul",

Superman #149 "The Death of Superman",

Superman's Girl Friend, Lois Lane #64-65 (with Jack Schiff & Leo Dorfman)

Otto Binder

Superboy #121 "Jor-El's Visit to Earth",

Superboy #139 "The Town that Hated Superboy"

Edmond Hamilton

Superman #164 "The Showdown Between Superman and Luthor",

Superman #168 "Luthor -- Super-Hero!",

Action Comics #318 "The Death of Luthor!",

Superman #175 "Clark Kent's Brother"

Leo Dorfman

Action Comics #295 "The Girl With the X-Ray Mind",

Action Comics #296-298,

Adventure Comics #387-388 "Lex Luthor's Outlaw Nephew",

Action Comics #332 "The Super-Revenge of Lex Luthor",

Action Comics #363-365,

Action Comics #417-418 "The Conspiracy Of The Crime-Lords"

Len Wein

Superman #248 "The Man Who Murdered the Earth"

Elizabeth M. Smith

Action Comics #486 "Hero for a Day"

Elliot Maggin

Superman #286 "The Parasite's Power Play",

The Joker #7,

Superman #292 "The Luthor Nobody Knows",

Superman Annual #9,

DC Comics Presents Annual #4 "Welcome to Luthorcon III!",

Superman #416 "The Einstein Connection"

Cary Bates

World's Finest #189-190 "The Man With Superman's Heart",

Action Comics #407 "The Fiend in the Fortress of Solitude",

Action Comics #318 "Luthor's Hammer of Hate!",

DC Special Series #5,

Action Comics #510-512,

Action Comics #544 "Luthor Unleashed!", Superman #385-386,

Superman Annual #12

Martin Pasko

Action Comics #500,

Superman Family #214 "The Strange Revenge of Lena Luthor"

Marv Wolfman

DC Comics Presents Annual #1

Misc:

Heroes Against Hunger - Various Writers

I was actually rather surprised by some of this. Finding out that Leo Dorfman wrote the Action Comics #363-365 "Leper from Krypton" arc, indicates he's actually been quite influential on Mark Waid, in my opinion. (And I definitely think that Cary Bates in particular influenced Grant Morrison. Bates' stuff ranges in quality a little, but the higher end stuff is fantastic.) I also didn't remember that it was Siegel who introduced Lena, and I was shocked to find out he co-wrote that mad Lex/Lois romance in earth-64.

And I didn't list every story, obviously. I just tracked down ones that were memorable to me for one reason or another.

#lex luthor #earth-one

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oddree13 · 2 years

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Burning Down the House - Chapter 1

(Part 1) (Next Chapter)

(Read on AO3)

His mother is apologizing to their guests for the third time tonight. "When we moved out here we anticipated that the town might develop more, but what can you do," she laughs, tossing back more wine.

Steve is fiddling with the bottom of his tie which earns him a smack from his mother under the table. He looks up with an apologetic smile to see that his father is talking business on the other side of the table with his colleague. As his view pans a seat over he's met with the gaze of Tiffany Edison, the daughter of one of his father's associates, a socially acceptable alpha. She’s feminine and slender, the type of girl his mother insists upon, and she’s blonde (a preference his father has and never got despite his mother’s failed attempts at getting it from the bottle). Tiffany is capable, refined, everything the Harrington’s want in a connection. Steve's reluctance to go to college and decision to keep working in Hawkins had led his parents to decide he's unfit to make choices for himself and needs an alpha to give him direction. And Tiffany is their latest choice.

He can't explain that he'll go to college once all the kids have graduated because he needs to be here to protect them. After all, that is predicated on two things - (1) telling his parents that the upside-down exists and having them believe him and (2) having his parent be around enough to know anything about Steve's day-to-day life.

Because even if he couldn't tell them the first, at least they'd see that Steve doesn't just spend his days doing nothing and working at Family Video, but instead coordinates the schedule of a whole gaggle of kids he adores. Steve does anything and everything from school drop-off and pick-up, homework help, science fair assistance, and club manager. He takes Will into the next town for art supplies and drives Max to her skateboard competitions. He practices free throws with Lucas and lets Erica tear him down so she can practice for speech and debate. He helps El with the bullies she's facing at school and Dustin with well almost anything he needs. But none of that matters to his parents because Steve isn't the son they wanted. Now he's just a bargaining chip.

Which is how he finds himself sitting at Enzo, forced to leave work early, put on a suit, and look together enough that maybe Tiffany Edison will court him.

"Steven, Tiffany asked you something," his mother chides, using a laugh to cover her irritation. "Sorry dear, our Steven has always been a little spacey."

"Oh, it's alright. I was just asking what kind of music you listen to Steve?"

Music. Steve could definitely talk about music. "A lot of different types actually. One of my good friends works at the music shop two towns over and keeps me up to date on what's coming out. I think the cassette I've been playing the most is the new Smiths album," he answers and sees a bemused look on Tiffany's face.

"Did I mention that in addition to spacey our Steven tends to ramble? I honestly blame that Buckley girl, you used to be so concise. Tiffany here plays the viola, second chair at Vanderbilt, right?" his mother offers, clearly embarrassed by her son’s primitive taste in music.

"That's correct ma'am though my major is business. Music is nice but it's not a living," she titters, and Steve would know one very vocal metalhead who would disagree. Eddie's whole life is music between the shop, the lessons he teaches, and his gigs.

"Business major," Steve tries, knowing if he attempts to keep the conversation going the car ride home will be much more pleasant. "Why did you choose to go into that?"

"Why to take over the family business of course," her father good-naturedly supplies from next to her, putting his arm around his daughter. "Edison Industries has been in our family for generations, and Tiffany is next in line until she has a successor," he winks, and the implication makes Steve smile tightly.

Their plates come out, giving Steve a welcomed distraction, but as he lifts a bite to his mouth he feels a foot run up the back of his leg. Over her salad, Tiffany is almost leering at him and Steve wonders if this is how rabbits feel when being hunted. Her foot starts to inch higher and higher which makes Steve jolt. "Ah excuse me, I need to go to the restroom," he swallows, standing up and walking away, his heart racing.

Closing the bathroom door behind him, Steve leans against the wall and tries to think of a way out of this. It's not like this is the first time his parents have set him up on a blind date like this. They've been trying to do this for the last two and a half years. The problem is Steve's running out of excuses and his parents' patience is running thin.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just say yes. If the alphas he's being introduced to are anything like his father they won't be around most of the time to bother Steve, just long enough to knock him up.

Before his thought process can continue though, Steve feels a spray of water overhead followed by a high-pitched alarm going off in the restaurant.

***

It’s Friday which means Eddie’s routine is the same as it has been for the last several months. He gets off work, his shift ending two hours before Steve's which leaves him enough time to drive back to Hawkins and loiter at Family Video for an hour before picking a movie off their running watchlist to bring to the pack's standing Friday movie watch.

The problem is that when he walks in this Friday, Harrington is nowhere to be found and finds an annoyed Buckley. At first, he thinks it’s because she’s missing her sidekick, but then he sees Henderson come out of the back office, yelling into a walkie-talkie. “No, I said it was code purple, not red, over!” he yells, looking at the receiver for a response before noticing that Eddie is there.

“Eddie! Thank goodness you’re here,” he exclaims, looking at Eddie as if he can somehow help whatever situation is going on. A part of his stomach drops, because the last time Henderson and co. had that sort of panicked look he ended up with a chunk of his stomach missing. The only thing that isn’t making his hair stand on end is that Buckley still looks annoyed and not alarmed.

Robin rolls her eyes and swats at the air as if she could smack down Dustin’s anxiety. “He’s just worried about Steve,” she starts but is cut off by Dustin.

“You should be! He’s not here, and he’s not at home,” he starts, which to Eddie wouldn’t be a cause for concern because who wouldn’t want to ditch work at Family Video every once in a while.

“How do you know he’s not at home?” Eddie asks, hopping up on the counter. If he’s going to watch theatrics, proudly he thinks, he might as well be comfortable.

“Because Lucas rode his bike by the house to check if he was there. Steve’s car is there but his parent’s car isn’t.”

Eddie still feels lost. “So what? The Harrington’s car is never in the driveway. They’re never home.”

“They are this weekend,” Robin supplies, and Eddie turns to look at her, wondering how that information escaped his radar. “What? Is it really that surprising to you that Steve failed to let anyone know his parents were back in town? The only reason I do is because his father called Keith and demanded Steve’s schedule be changed.”

“Doesn’t he realize Steve is a grown-ass man?” Eddie spits, hating the level of interference that occurs when the Harringtons are in town. Ninety percent of the year they ignore their only child but dominate the remaining ten percent when they are in town.

“Nope,” Robin says, popping the p for emphasis. Eddie’s about to ask more when the static of the walkie comes on and it’s Mike on the other line.

/We found him, over./

“Great! Where is he?” Dustin calls into the walkie, too worked up to remember the protocol he insisted everyone learn.

/El did her thing and it seems he’s at Enzo’s for dinner? Over./

“Enzo’s?” Dustin asks, his eyes flicking to Eddie. Eddie’s not sure why the fact that Steve is at the only upscale restaurant in town has anything to do with him, but before he can dwell on that El’s voice comes over the speaker.

/Steve is in a suit. Steve is with his parents. He is with three other people too. One is a pretty lady and she is smiling at Steve. O-over./

Dustin’s head falls back in frustration before calling into the walkie, “You see, code purple people! Max? Erica? Positions? Over.”

“My position is here dumbass,” Max calls out as she walks into the video store, looking between Eddie and Robin. “Oh, good Eddie’s here. Now we won’t have to bike to the code purple.”

“What is code purple?!” Robin finally asks because the kids keep saying it without context.

“Oh, that’s the code we came up with for when Steve is in trouble,” she shrugs like it’s perfectly normal for a bunch of teenagers to have a plan of action to save their babysitter. “Not like trouble-trouble, just like his parents are being asshats trouble. Or he forgot to get supplies for heat.”

Robin wrinkles her nose at the last part and Eddie has to laugh because Steve would die at the knowledge that his kids have fail-safes for his heat. But the amusement slowly fades when it hits him why the kids are worried. The pretty woman smiling at Steve is probably a Harrington picked and approved alpha - someone that would undoubtedly take Steve away from them. All of them .

Eddie knows he should be the voice of reason in Nancy and Steve’s absence, but something inside him is smothering that voice with a pillow in order to go along with whatever plan his gremlins have.

“Alright boys and girls, how are we ruining this dinner?”

***

What took the longest was gathering everyone into the back of Eddie’s van because no one was willing to be left out. The only one who stayed behind was Robin because she had to close the store, but was only allowed to stay behind when she promised that she would not only reconvene at the Wheeler’s home for movie night but that she’d bring the movie in question.

Eddie drives, trying to drown out the noise of the kids planning in the backseat because if he listens in on their speculation he might not make it to Enzo’s without hitting at least a curb. He rationally knows that he has no right to interfere. He and Steve…well they aren’t exactly nothing but aren’t anything either. Sure they spend most of their free time together, Steve loitering at Smash Records when he’s off work or dragging Eddie along to whatever errand he’s running for his adopted pups. And yeah they sit pretty close during movie nights, and Steve is constantly stealing his clothes but they aren’t anything official. It’s just mutual comfort.

“And she’s blonde?” he hears Max say over his internal monologue. “Steve doesn’t even like blondes!”

“Yeah, anyone who knows Steve knows he has a type,” Lucas agrees.

“And what type is that?” Eddie asks, making the entire car suddenly shut up. He looks in his rearview mirror and sees seven sets of eyes staring back at him ranging in expressions from wide-eyed at being caught to ‘jesus h christ you’re an idiot Munson’ .

Erica is the one to break the silence rolling her eyes. “Brown hair, Bambi eyes, and a total nerd.” The statement earns her a hiss from a few of the boys, and Eddie has to laugh. Wheeler certainly fits that description and thankfully Robin is not in the car to hear Erika link her alpha to Steve, again.

“She’s not talking about my sister dumbass,” Mike pipes up, making Eddie almost miss the entrance to the Enzo parking lot. He wants to tell them that while Steve very much appreciated their hiatus at playing matchmaker, they should all really keep the streak up. But before he can form those words the kids are barreling out of the car and towards the bushes that line the restaurant's bay windows.

Eddie walks over, crouching low until reaches the kids already parting the bushes. It doesn’t take long for Eddie to spot the Harrington family. His parents look just like the oil painting over the mantle. His eyes move and land on the woman across from the table. He can only see her profile but she is everything Eddie is not - well-mannered, refined, probably rich, blonde, and most important for the Harringtons - a woman. She’s an embodiment of all the reasons Eddie stops himself from making a move because it would only end in heartbreak.

He watches as the woman laughs, and can’t help but wonder if he’s reading the condescending aura correctly from here. But when she reaches over to touch Steve’s wrist, Eddie can’t stop the snarl that comes out of him as he watches Steve give her a tight, nervous smile. He feels the kids' eyes on him again and turns to see that most of them look pleased if still a little shocked.

“Told you,” Erica drawls and prods Dustin to start putting the wheels in motion.

“Right operation flambé is a go people,” he calls clapping once, making the kids disperse until it’s just Eddie and Will.

“Do you not have a role?” he asks, wondering if he and Steve need to have another inclusion chat with the boys.

Will shakes his head. “No, my job is to make sure Eddie doesn’t do anything stupid. And to watch where Steve goes,” he adds.

“Me? Stupid? Byers are you listening to your brother’s tall tales of me again??” Eddie asks in mock offense, making Will laugh before he turns his attention back to the window. They watch for a few minutes the Americana dinner scene before them until Steve gets up to go to the bathroom. Eddie is half tempted to jimmy open the window and sneak Steve out, and that’s when he realizes why Will is there to watch him. He’s about to ask Will what he’s supposed to do when he hears a scream followed by a fire alarm.

“What did you all do?” he asks, his jaw falling open as servers guide soaking wet patrons towards the exit. He’s staring in amazement until Will is tugging him around to the other side of the restaurant.

Eddie doesn’t find out about most of the plan until they are far away from the fire alarms but from what he pieces together the following occurred. El and Max entered through the back where the kitchen is and start a grease fire - Max flaming it, El controlling it. Dustin calls 911 ahead of time, while Erika pulls the fire alarm at the first sign of smoke. As for Mike and Lucas? Well, Lucas went to the valet stand ripping off the tags on the keys, while Wheeler went and punctured holes in the tires of the most expensive parked cars. Eddie would later confiscate the switchblade Mike had gotten his hands on, and give him an army knife in trade. He was a reasonable man after all.

Will stops them at one of the side exits and puts Eddie against the wall by the door, figuring he gets the next step on his own. He does. As soon as the door opens to reveal Steve walking out from the exit closest to the bathroom, Eddie takes his hand and pulls him around the corner.

“Hey there big boy,” he beams, enjoying the shocked face of Steve Harrington looking relieved to see him.

“Eddie! What are you doing here?” he asks, his hands going from Eddie’s shoulder to cupping his face in disbelief.

“The Hawkins rumor mill works overtime when Steve Harrington is in danger of missing movie night. Figured I’d come get you for a late-night double-feature picture show,” he lies.

Eddie is about to lead him to the van when the motion of his step pulls him into Steve’s arm, the omega hugging him tight. “Thank you,” he murmurs into his ear and only breaks off him when Will clears his throat.

“Sorry to interrupt but none of us want arson on our records before college so we should head to the car.”

“Arson?!” Steve shouts, but Eddie pulls him along to the van, opening the passenger door for Steve before ushering all the little pyros into the car.

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weirdo09 · 1 year

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mike wheeler headcanons

he’s a demiboy/gender-fluid and he’s gay :p (poly too)

hates hawkins with a burning passion

once, him and will made this whole plan to go to a land they called never land (byler Peter Pan au 🤭)

very judgmental and very moody

LOVES weezer(a little too much)

so much teen angst it’s insane

also loves nirvana, the smiths, David bowie(loved his ziggy stardust era) and freddie mercury

freddie was like his first celebrity crush

didn’t come out of his room for weeks after he died(love ya, darling <3)

is autistic as fuck

also has adhd

has the weirdest but coolest hyperfixiations(?)

him and el are besties ofc

they have little hangouts

bywheelclair supremacy, he loves his boyfriends so much

he’s a little bitch(affectionately)

he loves to grown his hair out

he fidgets with his hair when he’s nervous

he also bites his top lip when he lies(as shown by finn)

loves rock

definitely loves kurt cobain(he’s so fucking pretty my guy)

hates Courtney love with a passion

loves hole tho(it’s her band btw)

loves getting his hair braided

can speak fluent french and canadian french(also creole, he met lucas’ extended family down in Louisiana and forced himself to learn it)

has a rock collection

and a vinyl collection

a ton of mix tapes too(from his boyfriends ofc)

when he learned to drive, his parents got him a beat up IROC(lives that car so much)

loves when people touches his hair or give him head massages(he gets headaches and migraines easily)

dyed his hair red to match max, she loved it

has also dyed his hair blonde, his mom cried when she saw it

has little tea parties with holly and dress ups

loves his sisters to death

he’s a scrawny motherfucker(love scrawny by the wallows)

still has his old binder full of will’s art

has stolen some of will’s art and gotten new binders to put them in

will found them one day and confronted mike

mike teared up bcuz he thought he was in trouble

will have him a hug and said that he could’ve guess asked for him to draw him things

now asks will to draw him things all the time

will secretly loves it but acts annoyed when he asks

loves cuddling(he’s a touch starved lil boy, ok?)

definitely plans cuddle dates with his boyfriends

will babble away with no chance of stopping

gets tired easily

loves makeup

regularly does his(he kills his boyfriends every time)

loves autumn but still has mixed feelings about it since will’s disappearance

loves to do eyeliner

has a few dresses and crop tops

has stolen a lot of his boyfriends’ clothing(usually hoodies, sweaters anything that’s warm)

gets cold really really easily so he has a lot of sweaters

pronouns: he/him/his/they/their/theirs/xe

has written a ton of fanfiction(but has never shown it to anyone)

gets distracted kinda easily so he has fidgets

LOVES to fidget with people’s hands

so likes to compare how hands feel

lucas’ are smooth but rough in some parts, little bigger than his and very nice to hold

will’s are smooth, well-manicured

wow i made a lot 🥲

@adorewillbyers @verashalurks @background-character-341 @sunflowersand-bees @pimplepogue @forever-augustine @foodiewithdahoodie @tinylittle-superfan

#mike wheeler #my babygirl <3 #stranger things fanfiction #headcanons

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lennysfridge · 8 months

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El wears wills jersey to a game, because that’s been his good luck charm since they were kids, and Drew was expecting her to wear his or something, so when he sees els in wills jersey he’s like what the fuck??? And definitely slams him into the boards or something

“here wear this.” Will says handing his jersey to the small girl, she full on expects it to be her boyfriends but turns it around to find “smith” and the number “6” on the back

“why are you giving me your jersey,” she asks, “did you piss off drew.”

“what nooo, i would never. You e always worn my jerseys like a good luck charm and thought i would continue it.” Will says smiling

“oh you must’ve done something, but fine it’s your fault if you get hurt.” Ellie tells him.

ellie sits front row near the bench waiting for the boys to come out, drew spots her having a huge grin on his face but turns into confusion when he spots “6” on the sleeve instead of “5”

“what the fuck.” he asks to himself, will and than skate up to him

“what’s wrong forts you look pissed.” will fuels the fire

“Why is my girl wearing your jersey.”

“smith.” ryan shakes his head

“what it’s a good luck thing since we were a child.”

“your really trying. to piss me more off arent you,” drew says slamming him into the boards

“she looks good with it on tho.”

“Fuck off.” drew pushes him, ellie looks over at her boyfriend giving him a tight lip smile taking off the jersey as he gives her a head nod

drew was pissed off the whole game, wouldnt even glance at will or even pass him the puck but once he got to ellie she knew it wasn’t gonna go well

“he’s a shit.” he grumbled in her neck, “trying to rile me up with you in the awful number.”

“i knew he was gonna piss you off, should never have done it, prefer your number and your last name on me.” ellie says softly

“that’s my girl.”

#eliana x drew

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faggotwalkwithme · 1 year

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hi, i'm theta, mars and basil! > he/him > gay + aroace > 17 :3

i love horror movies and i make them all transgender

my neocities (huge wip) (flashing warning)

my current interests areee > evil dead (+ other bruce campbell and/or sam raimi stuff) > twin peaks > jeffrey combs stuff (esp. reani, the phantom empire, dead man walking & love and a 45)

other stuff i'll definitely still be posting about: -> doctor who -> alternative subcultures (mostly goth and punk) -> fiction podcasts (specifically tma, w.bg and malevolent)

also, i'm in a band! we're @knees-mean-nothing, give us a follow :)

byf; i post a lot of fake gore/blood (like, A LOT of blood!), syringes, i'm a twin peaks fan (so also a lot of topics on sexual assault, incest and all that fun stuff..[/sarc] i'll try to tag this but i'll pribably mess up sometimes) i swear a lot and i use caps lock a lot. just bware if thats not ur jam

also exclusionists and TERFs go fuck yourself! and plz, if u ship minors and adults, block me

extra stuff below the cut :3

i literally just made this section because i like lists and i need an excuse.

my tagz: #shut up mars: original text posts | #faggotwalkwithme irl: my face | #friends tag: posts pertaining to. my friends | #friend's art!!!!: art that. is by my friends | #goofyfibula stan account: tag dedicated to my wonderful husbandbf (gender neutral), el | #ptrmoc: posts that remind me of characters | #<3: my favourite posts | #me: posts that r me irl | #gender: posts that give me gender envy

also umm some microlabels: quasiromantic, orientated aroace, genderfaun, xenogenders (im considering making like a blog or something where i document them all :3), aegosexual, grayromantic

my birthday is on february 24th :3 i'm from australia and indonesia!!! i'm an avatar of the lonely lets fucking go

#pinned post

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airasora · 2 months

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Plot Twist: Do a power move and ship Miguel with Chel to really stick it to Tulio! (Obviously this isn't a serious suggestion xD)

As for serious suggestions, I will admit, my brain isn't that creative for such stuff as well as being unsure what exactly you're looking for, I can't even explain any of my choices/suggestions lol.

For Girls I thought Lottie or Tiana from Princess and the Frog, Marina from Sinbad, Kida from Atlantis or Pcoahontas maybe?

As for guys I could only think of Milo from Atlantis or the Beast/Adam (After Quasi stole his girl)

For some strange reason I thought of either Nani or David from Lilo and the Stitch.

Now if you want smth more angsty or "toxic" for interesting dynamics, maybe Gaston or Eris from Sinbad...?

I also thought maybe Thomas from Pocahontas, but then remembered you made him Lina's brother in your Hollina AUs, but at the same time it'd be kinda funny for both Lina and Thomas falling for the fun-loving outgoing blondes.

And last one I kept thinking of Eric but we already had Sinric, but then again... they all got two hands so who knows.

Again idk enough movies or series probably to fit for Non Disney stuff and especially in the guys department I seem to be lacking ideas for, but I just pondered as a fellow Miguel fan. I always felt like an outlier.

Chel

I know you're joking, but honestly, I agree with the energy lolol xD

I know I'm gonna break some hearts here, but I REALLY don't like Lottie... x'D I get what they were going for, and I do think they accomplished that so I appreciate her in an objective fashion... but me personally? She just annoys me so much xD

Tiana and Naveen make me so sad cause their human designs were SO GOOD and then they're frogs most of the time - I almost wish their human designs had sucked so them being frogs wouldn't have felt like such a slap in the face Dx

I like that you said Chel wasn't a serious suggestion, but then suggest the other "native babes" like Kida and Pocahontas and I am ALL for Miguel getting the hot princess. If anyone deserves it, he does!

I like the idea of Pocahontas because with Miguel, rather than John Smith's initial dismissive and racist attitude, Miguel would (like we see in El Dorado) just run around and want to genuinely learn about her culture. He'd be so excited about literally everything and I could see Pocahontas falling head over heels with that. I think Pocahontas might be my favorite option so far!

My issue with Kida and Milo is the same I have for Hercules and Megara: their animation styles are a little bit too unique.

What I mean by this is that Atlantis' animation is very "sharp." The edges are SO square on, for example, their hands and I don't like when animation is too sharp or too soft - it gotta be just right!

Hercules has a similar, but ALSO opposite problem. If you take a look at Megara's hand here, it legit looks like the back of her hand is swollen, as if she got stung by a bee and that entire area swelled up like this. But no, this is just the animation style. And it freaks me out xD I dislike the sharp edges in movies like Atlantis, but the opposite extreme isn't good either.

These animation styles aren't so different from other (non)Disney styles that it takes me out of crossovers (like The Last Unicorn does, I will die on this hill, I hate that it's considered (non)Disney by majority of the crossover community xD) so I can definitely still ship characters from these movies. It's not that they are hard to work with, but that I'm just not a big fan off overly sharp or round character designs.

I've seen a few Miguel and Nani videos actually, and what is interesting is that in quite a few of them... Nani is toxic as hell xD Something you may have noticed about crossovers (and by you I mean anyone reading this) is that some characters are more often portrayed as the abuser in comparison to other characters, and what they all have in common is that they have a lot of scenes where they're angry - cause that can be used to represent abuse, toxicity or just being mean. Odette is also often used as the "abusive" character because she has so many scenes where she's angry - I think that's why Nani is used to portray that sort of character often in crossovers x'D

I can definitely see her fall for Miguel cause he and David are kinda similar? Good guys with good hearts, absolute himbos and loyal as hell. Which is kinda why I don't personally ship Miguel and David, there isn't quite enough contrast between them for me personally.

GASTON DESERVES NOTHING XD

Eris is a character I would edit with ALL THE TIME if it wasn't for her amazing, but pain in the ass hair xD

Thank you for all the suggestions! It gave a lot of food for thought, and it was fun to think about Miguel this much :D

#miguel #the road to el dorado #ship #shipping #ships #ship potential

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choccyhearts · 1 year

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90's!Eddie Headcanons

Note: I always like imagining how Eddie would adapt with the 90's since it is lowkey very different from the 80's, so here's some random thoughts ^_^

CW:

Cut his hair around the beginning of the decade

I really couldn't tell you why my brain won't let this go, but I really believe that he would've thought that The Blair Witch Project was real (like not for a suuuper long time, but maybe before seeing it he would)

(But he would NOT have made that mistake again with Paranormal Activity in the 00's...totallyyyy...)

He prepared for Y2K "just in case"

He told the others that it was stupid and that people were all worked up over nothing

But did drag along a case of beans, beer and a first-aid kit with him to Steve's New Year's Eve party "just in case"

(He left his other favorite belongings in his van)

His precious van did sadly break down but that was okay cause he ended up just getting a new one instead :)

He refuses to not drive a van, honestly

Would maybe depart from that though if he had access to hearse

Despite being the rough around the edges metalhead he is, he would find a love for Britney Spears

Like ya know how today there's a collection of metalheads who love Carly Rae Jepsen and see her as their emotional support pop girly? That's what Britney is for him

Thought Scream was a masterpiece and forced the others to dress up as the characters with him for Halloween (you can take your guess as to who he was...)

(Stu, duh.)

Speaking of Halloween costumes, the older gang would also dress up as the Friends characters (because c'mon, these are yt ppl..) (He was Joey because he refused to be anyone else) (Yes him and Steve argued over it resulting in a coin toss to make the decision) (Steve was Ross)

He's def a Seinfeld>Friends kinda guy

He's also a Simpsons>Family Guy kinda guy

Fuckin' loves DunkAroos

Got lost at a Nirvana concert (this applies to both Rockstar!Eddie or regular Eddie)

Rockstar!Eddie and Corroded Coffin went on SNL

Eddie told Mike Myers he was hilarious but kept calling him "Michael" to be "respectful" (also cause he thought it was hilarious)

Got Adam Sandler's autograph for Steve

Isn't a fan of ICP or juggalos but can accept them from afar

(Is highkey thankful he went to high school in the 80's because otherwise he would've had some juggalos sitting at the Hellfire table)

Celebrated the beginning of his 30's with a bottle of champagne and a pack of DunkAroos

Would also mourn his 20s but not entirely

His first time using the Internet, he looked up porn

Not cause he was in the mood or anything, but just to see what was there

He's not allowed to use Steve's computer anymore

Embraced the younger ones' new phases :

Lucas styling himself after Will Smith in Fresh Prince (which btw not an Eddie hc but Lucas and Max dressed as Men in Black for Halloween on year, okay bye)

Max definitely embraced the grunge style of dress

El loving riot grrrl bands due to their boldness and unabashed expression of emotions (Eddie thinks it's badass)

The boys' love for video games surging due to history being made before their very eyes (Sonic, Crash, Super Mario 64, etc.)

Eddie gets high and watches Kevin Smith movies

Misses his long hair after watching Jay & Silent Bob :(

Likes Goosebumps books and collects them for his future children

The whole crew went to go see Space Jam expecting it to be really dumb and dopey

Everyone left with their lives changed

Forced Steve and Lucas to teach him basketball

It went exactly how you'd expect it go

Fell asleep watching Titanic at movie night

Freaked TFFF out when he got high and watched the Truman Show

Then let his fear subside and would make jokes

"Steve, move out of the way, you're blocking my good angle" *is staring at a plant pot*

Wants smoke with the Chucky doll

Tried growing out a small beard towards the end of the decade

Didn't really feel it, will try again in his 40s

Rockstar!Eddie bought Wayne a house in '95

Made sure the kitchen had lots of cupboard space

Eddie didn't cry until he was leaving after moving Wayne in

Wayne didn't cry until he started putting up picture frames of Eddie through out the years

Mechanic!Eddie saved up for a house for the two of them to rent

Either version Eddie got Wayne a black labrador

Wayne was your typical "I don't need a dog to worry about, messing up my furniture" type of man

They're attached at the hip after one day

"This Green Day isn't half bad"

Despite knowing that it isn't his first actual drink, Eddie is psyched to take Dustin out for his 21st birthday, just the two of them

Steve tracks them down, upset he wasn't the one to buy Dustin his first drink

Dustin doesn't even care as long as he isn't the one paying

This would be the decade that Eddie properly settles down with someone

Gets married early in the decade

Decides to have kids towards the end of the decade/early 00s

I'm gonna cap it here ^_^

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