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dannystattoo · 7 days

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I Like Shiny Things but I'd Marry You With Paper Rings

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: None

We love a drunk Vegas Wedding 🥰

“This might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever suggested,” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as you stumbled through the streets of Vegas, both more than a little intoxicated.

“Did you say no?” Danny asked you, lacing his fingers between yours and swinging your arms.

“Well…no” you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you approached the gaudy Elvis themed chapel you’d found on Yelp.

“What’s so funny?” You were both laughing now.

“We’re gonna be such a cliche, oh my god,” the words came out slightly slurred. “We got drunk and ran away from our friends to get married in Vegas?”

“We didn’t run away from them, they wanted to go back to the hotel. They’re kinda boring, aren’t they?”

“Probably smarter than us. The drive to the show tomorrow is gonna fucking suck.”

“As long as I’m good to perform tomorrow and you’re good to come and watch,” Danny shrugged.

“Can I pass out on you in the bus tomorrow then?”

“Of course”

“Perfect. So…are we doing this?” You’d been standing outside the chapel for a few minutes now and had yet to go in.

“Ready if you are, babe”

“Danny we…we fucked up” you slurred slightly.

“What’dyou mean, honey?”

“We need witnesses, our friends left”

“Shit. Ok, what if we just grab a couple people, I’m sure we can convince someone into witnessing a wedding in Vegas.” Danny, being the charismatic motherfucker he was, found a couple who was more than willing to follow you into he chapel and witness the ceremony. You promised them you’d be in and out as quick as you could, knowing you only needed a couple minutes.

As you both spoke with the Elvis impersonator out front, you took a minute to thank your past self for choosing something cute to wear tonight. It wasn’t a white wedding dress (not that you’d wanted a white one anyway), but you had chosen a flowy black romper that you thought fit the part well enough. Danny had worn his typical outfit for nights out, jeans and a button-up shirt (which was currently about half unbuttoned), but he could have worn anything and looked perfect to you.

“Whatever service gets us out of here quickest. We promised these fine people we wouldn’t keep them for more than a few minutes.”

You followed the Elvis-minister back into the chapel, which was as tacky as you’d expected.

“So will you be doing your own vows, or would you like the traditional ones?”

“Ummm, traditional I guess, seeing as we don’t write any?”

“We’ll do our own,” Danny said at the same time.

“What, babe, do you have secret vows written or something?”

“No, but you’re absolutely not vowing to honor and obey me.” You nodded, not really able to argue with that point. You remembered when the topic of marriage had come up previously, you’d mentioned how much you hated traditional, antiquated vows and insisted you needed to write your own.

“You first, then”

“Ok,” Danny sat for a second, tongue dancing across his lips as he thought. You were about to give him shit for being so confident about pulling vows out of his ass, but you thought better of it.

“I’m not gonna come up with anything groundbreaking, but y/n, when I tell you meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me. I promise you’re stuck with me forever, I’m not going anywhere. I’m always gonna support you in the same way you have for me with music, no matter what. I promise we’ll go to so many concerts togther, I’m gonna take you all over the world - some day, I swear I’ll be touring and you can just travel all over with me…if you want, that is. I promise I’ll always try to be home on Halloween, I have to spend your favorite day with you, I could keep going, but really I'm just gonna do everything to give you the best life I can. I love you so much, y/n”

Maybe it was the alcohol, as you weren’t usually an emotional person, but you caught tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. God, you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve someone like Danny.

“Well now I’m crying, you asshole,” you laughed. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to top that. I love you.” You suddenly realized you were most certainly still tipsy and you couldn’t think of a single other thing to say. Holding Danny’s hands, you leaned forward into his chest and started giggling.

“Danny, I wonder every single day what I did to deserve you because you’re too good for me. I promise to you’re stuck with me forever too, through literally anything. I’m always going to your band’s biggest supporter, I’ll never get mad at you for having to spend time in the studio or on the road, and I’ll be at every single one of your shows I possibly can. I’ll always watch your sports with you, even if I don’t always know what’s going on. I might even consider learning how to golf so I can do more than sit in the cart and look cute. I'll be up for any new adventure, and we’re gonna live life to the fullest, I promise. I don’t have words for how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and I’m never gonna stop showing you that.”

The ceremony finished a few minutes later, with Danny quite literally sweeping you off your feet when he could finally kiss you.

“Now what,” you asked once you’d left the chapel. It was the middle of the night, but being Vegas, you could have gone anywhere.

“Back to the hotel?” Danny looked at you with a smirk.

“Consumate the marriage?” you dished it right back.

“Wait, babe, we need rings.”

“What?” you were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even process what he was talking about.

“We never got rings. We need rings. Well, actually, I have a ring for you when we get home, but we need ones now.”

“Baby, no we don’t, we can always get them later. We’re legal, we don’t need rings. I will need you to back up though, what do you mean there’s a ring at home?”

“I was actually planning to propose to you sometime soon, I wasn’t exactly sure when, but I’ve known I wanted to marry you for a while. So there is a ring in my drawer, I just wasn’t sure when I wanted to do it. But then tonight I decided I didn’t wanna wait. I know I want to be with you forever, why put it off?”

“Babe, what the fuck.” You were absolutely speechless hearing how much this man loved you. You grabbed his hand and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“We don’t need a ring, but we can get one somehwere if you want. You need one too. You know what, we can get them when we’re home, I think it would be fun to keep this our little secret for a while.”

“You sure?”

“If you’re ok with that?” You immediately worried he thought you were ashamed that you’d eloped, or that you regretted it.

“Oh yeah, if you are. We don’t need to tell anyone til we’re both ready. I know nobody was expecting us to get married, we weren’t even engaged.”

You caught an Uber back to your hotel, you curling into Danny’s side the entire drive back. It was apparent you were sobering up, and the inevitable crash was coming. When you arrived at the hotel, Danny insisted on carrying you bridal style of to the room. You insisted right back that you could walk up, you were almost completely sober now, just exhausted, but he said it was part of the experience, there was no way he was going to make his bride walk up to the room herself.

The whole ride up the elevator, you were both ready to start going at each other, but sadly, someone else got on with you all the way up to your room on the top floor. The second the door was closed and locked, Danny threw you on to the bed and you reached up to pull him on top of you. Just as he’d settled his knees between your legs and practically attached his mouth to your neck, his phone started buzzing on the other side of the room, a call clearly coming through. However, neither of you registered it. Not even a minute later, your phone started vibrating and the only reason you noticed it was because you’d forgotten it was still in your pocket. You reached down, but didn’t bother to see who it was, throwing it on the nightstand. At this point you heard Danny’s phone go off again, and you both realized at the same time someone was definitely trying to get a hold of you.

“Go see who it is, make sure it’s not an emergancy.,” you sighed, letting go of his shirt you had been trying to finish unbuttoning.

“Hey man, what’s up, is everything ok?…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I’m kinda busy…ok, ok, fine, I’ll be to your room in five, you owe me.”

“Who was that?”

“Sam. Apparently he brought that girl he met earlier back to his room and the dumbass didn’t think to bring any condoms.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth upon hearing this.

“Go help him out, I’ll be here waiting, maybe get changed into something else for you.”

“Don’t, I wanna take you out of that myself,” he called from the bathroom. “Ok, I’ll be right back. Keep that on, Mrs.Wagner.”

“I love the sound of that, get your ass back here soon baby.” Oh, that man was going to run to Sam’s room and back.

Somehow, all of your rooms had gotten completely separated and Sam just happened to be multiple floors below you on the opposite side of the hotel, so it would probably be about ten minutes until Danny returned. Of course, the second he was gone, you were hit the same exhaustion you’d felt in the Uber and you decided to get comfortable for a few minutes. You’d wake up the second Danny was back, you knew it. Of course, you’d underestimated how tired you were and within minutes you’d passed out.

“Babe, I’m back, sorry about the -“ Danny found you curled up in bed, arms wrapped around the pillow and fast asleep. He smiled to himself, taking in how adorable you looked and thinking about the fact that he was going to get to come to bed with you every night for the rest of your lives. He striped down to his boxers, not caring about putting on anything else.

“Babe….baby…y/n?”

“Hmmm?” you answered, half concious.

“Let’s get your PJs on, huh?”

“No, I’m good,” you said, rolling further into the bed.

“You sure? You couldn’t stop complaining about having to wear a strapless bra all night.”

“Fine, you’re right.” You slowly, begrudingly, sat up, and let him help you get your romper off and change into one of his t-shirts.

“Not what I had in mind when I said I wanted to get you out of that,” Danny laughed.

“Sorry,” you said, already feeling yourself falling asleep again.

“It’s ok, bug, we have literally our entire lives.” He laid down next to you, pulling you right against him. You curled up right against him, tangling your legs in his and tucking your head into his chest.

“I’ve said it so much tonight, but I love you so much,” you said, slurring your words now to to sleepiness rather than drunkeness.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wagner…god, I’m never gonna get tired of saying that.

“I’m never gonna get tired of hearing it.” That was the last thing you said before you fell asleep, happie than ever about your drunk, impulsive decisions.

#danny wagner #greta van fleet #greta van fic #daniel wagner #danny gvf #danny wagner x reader

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buddiebeginz · 21 days

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I just want to say if you're following me for 911/Buddie I don't plan on posting much Buck/Tommy stuff. This isn't anything against Buck or what's going on with his story right now. I've wrote posts myself talking about how I know that Buck having this journey and this relationship with Tommy before Eddie is important. Still I'm not a multishipper I'm here for Buddie first and foremost and I want to see the guys end up together eventually.

The issues I have with Buck/Tommy and the reason I plan on avoiding them isn't even really a shipping one so much as it's how parts of fandom are responding to them. It's literally only been a few days and already I've seen tons of posts, comments, tweets, fanfiction, tiktoks, etc being anti Buddie. I just came across a fic last night that was about how Eddie treated Buck awful (used him for sex) and then Tommy came along to be the best boyfriend ever.

I'm just not here for the way people are treating Buddie and Eddie. I also don't like how people keep saying Buck's story is more important than Buddie. All of it is important. Buck, Eddie, Buddie, Buddie and Chris (as a family) all of their stories and what they mean for incredibly needed lgbtq represention are important.

I'm so thankful that 911 is doing a bi storyline with a character like Buck (one I relate to a lot) but the fact that I still want to see them follow through and extend that to Eddie and Buddie doesn't mean I'm trying to take anything away from Buck's journey.

We've never really had a same sex slow burn story like this and especially not with characters like Buck and Eddie. Older queer characters who are figuring out their sexuality later in life. Who are also raising a son together. Who don't fit into some preconceived mold of what it means to be queer. Having Buddie be canon would be groundbreaking it’s own way and if they follow through on this story I believe it has the power to really change media in some ways. I think them doing Buck's coming out storyline is already doing that. It is basically unheard of for a primetime show like 911, with a character like Buck who was basically written to appeal to straight men and women to now come out so late in the shows run. The show is taking a risk and will be taking an even bigger one to make Buddie happen but that's why they need to follow through on it.

I'm not going to apologize for wanting all of the stuff we've been hoping and begging the show runners and networks to give us for 6 seasons. It is possible to care about more than one thing. I can wholeheartedly love and relate to and support Buck's journey while still wanting to see Buck and Eddie together and definitely still want to see Eddie's coming out story too.

I'm also tired of seeing people outside of the Buddie fandom say Buck and Eddie are too good of friends to "ruin" with making into a couple. That Buck and Tommy should be endgame so Buck and Eddie can stay friends. Fact is Buck and Eddie have never been just friends. If you look at how Hen and Chim and Athena and Hen and any other friendship on the show is they're not written the same at all. They don't have the same kind of depth and definitely don't have the same romantic and sometimes sexual overtones that Buddie's does. We obviously need more male friendships in media but Buddie isn't about two guys who are just friends, it's about two men who have loved and supported one another for six years and we're about to watch that love turn into something even more profound in the coming seasons.

So yeah I probably won't post much about Tommy but if I do I'll try and tag anything as b*ck t*mmy for bl. The other reason I probably won't post about them is that it feels like every space in our fandom is getting swallowed up by this ship. It's just frustrating when all of the tags are full of Buck/Tommy.

I'm not trying to hate on people who ship them. I think everyone should be able to multi ship if they want or just ship whatever ships they like. I've been hated on many times for ships I like. But I do think those of us who just love Buddie shouldn't have to see Buck/Tommy 24/7 and definitely shouldn't have to see anti Buddie stuff.

I also want to say don't let anyone make you feel like shit if you're not super into Buck/Tommy. You can still love Buck and support him without gushing over him in a relationship with someone else. I hate when fandoms get this crowd mentality where if you think any differently you're told you’re a bad person. Just remember that the story the show is telling is leading towards Buddie canon eventually. So people can be excited over Buck and Tommy for now if they want but it’ll be Buddie in the end.

Also if you have Buddie or Eddie gif requests please let me know. I really want to see Buddie and Eddie back in the tags.

#911!#buddie #b*ck t*mmy for bl

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ben-the-hyena · 10 months

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Quick little rant y'all can ignore (I just love ranting too much)

Unpopular opinion : it is NOT to be a hipster or to be like "I'M NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS~" but very often either I will hate or just not be interested to watch at all the newest Tumblr fandom. I really feel like a Tumblrite but sometimes it feels like I just can't enjoy or be hyped by whatever the others are hyped with without doing it on purpose, as if we have nearly no common taste. I mean sure we all are unique and loving everything others we do is boring and impossible and would prove the person is shallow and can't be true, but just, absolutely nearly every big Tumblr fanfavorites annoys me

Superwholock ? Sherlock was nice but not THAT nice and the others never interested me. HH/HB ? Loathe the characters and story. Lackadaisy ? Don't understand the hype. Nimona ? Don't care. She-Ra ? Hated it. The Owl House ? Can't stand the posts on my dashboard nor the charadesigns. Centaurworld ? I know it is one of those things that look lame in the trailer but from what I got gets deeper, but I saw it being so much overhyped I can't. Green Eggs and Ham ? Ugh couldn't it have just been the old cartoon ? Arcane ? The more people said it was revolutionary the less I wanted to check it out. SU ? I used to love it but then it betrayed me with how badly written it endes up to be. SVSFOE ? Except one or 2 arcs it was not my type and the ending infuriated me. Ducktales ? Only season 1 was good to me. Miraculous Ladybug ? It broke my heart so fuck you show. Encanto ? "Narcissic families are ok and misunderstood if they are pretty". Wendell and Wild ? The demons did look interesting and I was curious for them but sadly the main character is insufferable and Idgaf she is sad she is still an asshole but gets away with it. Wednesday ? Tim Burton understood NOTHING avout the Addams Family and flanderized Wesnesday. HtTyD ? Should have been a standalone. LOK and to be fair ANYTHING coming after ATLA books comics and upcoming series included ? Burn em to the ground. Rise of the Guardians ? Seriously the animation is gorgeous but you have the blandest plot and characters ever but everybody calls it original and groundbreaking wtf ?! Arlo the gator boy/I Love Arlo ? Ew it looks ugly as fuck and I am VERY wary of titles that self congratulate (coincidently the Lou! franchise became very shitty when it was renamed into I Love Lou Very Much so it ticks me off) makes me wanna do the contrary and hate Arlo. Carmen San Diego ? Didn't care. The Cuphead Show ? Only season 1a is good 1b and 1c are shit but because "gae devil" everybody loves it holy shit the game is better. Frozen 2 ? Admit it, you liked it ONLY because you see Elsa like a lesbian and wanted to go "HAHA GET FUCKED" to Let It Go. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON LIVE ACTION REMAKES

Some I even actually just didn't dislike it or care at first but it was seeing all the excessive posting and love for it despite 1) not wanting to watch (I love Arlo, never I wanted to kill a gator child so much force of seeing him on my dash) and/or 2) seeing legetimate problems and flaws and yet everybody ignoring it (Encanto, I hated the end but I did like the movie itself but seeing everybody justifying the end made me loathe it) it turns into hate. But some I hate from the start but seeing everybody love it anyway makes me wonder if at that rate the problem is me and I nitpick too much or of course like everyone I just have my own tastes and what pops up on my dash is not a reflect of universal taste ?

But I often call it a curse because everybody seems to have fun and it's as if I am doomed not to like and it looks like what the audience usually loves is just not my type, which sucks because I don't have many people to vent about it, not many people to gush about the obscure things I love because I am cursed to really invest myself in old fandoms I only find about now or stuff that don't even interest much people but fit my specific niche tastes, dashboards flooded with "OMG GUYS WATCH IT IT IS *SO* IMPORTANT AND THE BEST EVER" making me want not to whereas only 3 likes on posts of franchises I love that are barely known or loved... Probably why I have so many obscure fandoms actually. I am SURE it is subconsciously why I wanted to give a chance to Elemental and Avatar 2 since nobody talked about it in good or at all here !

I am not even sure and just like me those who love these franchises and are part of these fandoms must just have their own specific intersts peaked of course and if so it is absolutely alright ! But often I see they all have a pattern and I feel like, like when I ranted in my posg that defends Elemental, that they will love it and adore it just for ONE element not matter the rest hence why they only talk about that one element that irritates me when I am flooded in posts praising it but really it is just that element. "Omg so much representation" ok cool what is the plot "it is a trans allegory" yes but more precise ? "it is so GAY (affectionate) and girl power !!!" yes but ? The characters ? "Oh the characters are minorities some are LGBT half are POC and some even have a disability and they fight heteronormativity and traditional beauty standards" ok ok I GOT it but what are they like as people !?! "there is a canon gay ship in it I love them little blorbos" I DON'T GIVE A SHIT DAMMIT WHAT IS THE PLOT AND HOW ARE THE CHARACTERS "also it has a varied cast and is made by minorities and women !" Ok bye now I won't be able to help but see it being loved only because of those and not for its story and it will make me bitter about it as if there is nothing else but that to defend because it implies the scenario itself isn't that special for people to only talk about the Christmas present package rather than the content

It is very occasional I will actually get curious because it IS my type thanks to Tumblr : WOY, Pinky and the Brain Undertale, Good Omens, TDC : AOR. It needs to strike a sort of special chord in me to go "uh !?! A modern cartoon that feels like an old cartoon with funny designs and animation and funny characters !??! Uh !?! 2 gay mice that were probably not meant to be gay but they accidentally cracked many eggs in their portrayal and to think I was not interestee when I thought Brain was bidimensional and didn't give a shit about Pinky like I thought ??! Uh !?! Fun skeletons and a macho fish woman with cute pixel style !? Uh !?! Angel and demon are friends and were on Earth for years looking for a kid !?! Uh !?! In that prequel it shows one reformed Skeksis being actually good helping Gelfling and in a relationship with his Mystic ??!" And other Tumblr favorites I loved like idk FNAF, MLP FIM, Spiderverse, Puss in Boots 2, The Bad Guys and usually in general most popular big studios block buster animated movies I loved and others did were stuff I found by myself which Tumblr just coincidently did too so it doesn't count. Some I even discover them years later when the hype died down and nobody speaks about it anymore (reinforcing my idea that IS probably wrong that they don't even really love it but just go "OO SHINY" when something is new and pretty) that I can notice and love years later or at least late a franchise, like I don't wait on purpose I just really discover it at this moment or something peaking my interest only happened recently or peaked my attention now

Those aside most of the time I will really not be interested, a third of the time because "I am told to so I don't wanna" and it has to be myself or it will feel like a chore like when I am recommended stuff IRL I will actually postpone even if if I had not been recommended I would have started watching it earlier (I heard from a friend this looks like a symptom in a type of neurodivergence but I AM NOT SURE), a third of the time it really doesn't look or sound like my type of story at all and I keep wondering why there is nothing new for me and why everybody is so hyped by it, and a third I actually give a try and I end up straight up hating it or just finding it meh and overrated. I just need to find my own fandoms myself, even if they are obscure, that spark my interest, hoping they don't become bad in the end (SU, Ducktales, the Cuphead Show, Miraculous Ladybug etc. Sigh) which happened too many times already and makes me even more wary force of experience about what is popular since even when I myself find it becomes shit people still love it. And of course they totally HAVE the right to never would I harrass and police what people have to like and dislike, but it kind of feels lonely at times and sometimes it makes me think if something is wrong with me not to enjoy what seems to be enjoyed by everyone else and if it is my fault ; and thinking that even makes me anxious and guilty feeling like I am ranting for nothing and people will think I am an attention seeker making me even more gjulty and so on which becomes a vicious circle with my anxiety

#reaction gif #fandom #tv show #movie #video games #comics #books #WHY #moi #fans don't look #tumblr

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fishyyyyy99 · 7 months

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I finished watching my rewatch of Never Have I Ever right in time for season 4 (the last season) of Sex Education, which I just finished watching a few hours ago.

Anyway, I'm just going to brain vomit a bunch of my thoughts, so if you disagree, please do so politely (because fandoms genuinely terrify me sometimes):

Maeve and Otis deserved the Ben and Devi treatment. No, I don't mean that they should have ended up together. Breaking up was the right thing for Otis and Maeve. And I really loved the way it was written, and Maeve's letter to Otis. But Ben and Devi's very special connection was emphasised throughout all four seasons, but I feel like they stopped doing that for Maeve and Otis somewhere along the way (though there were still some very nice scenes). But also, I have to say that in season 1, Maeve and Otis were the BEST (and I have never stopped shipping them simply because of how much I loved them back then). They were my favourite fictional ship ever, back then. I would have been obsessed with them, like I ended up being with Ben and Devi, if they'd stayed that way.

Paxton and Devi deserved the Ruby and Otis treatment. I'm just saying that because more pining is always fun for me. Of course, I wouldn't want Devi to treat Paxton like Otis treated Ruby in the last season, though. Also, I think Ruby was interesting enough that she deserved more space for her individual arc, like Paxton got.

The friendships on Sex Education are chef's kiss. None of the friendships on Never Have I Ever have ever made me feel as much. For me, Ben and Devi's dynamic outshone Devi, Eleanor, and Fabiola's dynamic. But the dynamic between Maeve and Otis eventually ended up being outshone by Maeve and Amy's friendship, in my opinion (and there were several other beautiful friendships portrayed on the show).

I think both shows do portray parent-child relationships quite well, but Nalini and Devi's relationship is my favourite.

I know a lot of people think Sex Education has too many characters, but I will say that I actually ended up interested in all of the characters. I don't think I am as interested in the side characters of Never Have I Ever.

Aimee reminds me a little of Trent, but I like her much better.

Ruby reminds me a little of both Ben and Devi (and Paxton, I suppose).

I wonder what types of conversations Ben and Maeve could have about how their parent-related abandonment issues have made them not feel good enough and have affected their relationships with other people in general, in a hypothetical crossover. It would also be interesting to see the contrast between Maeve's grief over thr death of a parent she both loved and hated, and Devi's grief over the death of a parent she practically worshipped.

Eric exploring his relationship with God as a gay man made me wonder how it would have been if they had done something similar with Aneesa.

Both shows are groundbreaking in different ways.

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literaticat · 11 days

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What do I do if I, as an author, don’t know if I’m qualified to tell a story? I’ve been thinking about writing a story that deals with gender identity, but I’m cis. I like the idea, but I almost wish I could give it to someone nonbinary or with more experience…

You don't have to tell every story that pops into your head.

Have you ever seen Seth Meyer's "Jokes Seth Can't Tell" segment? They are up on YT. Silly, but the grain of truth that is applicable here: There are some jokes that would sound shocking or just ignorant as hell coming from Seth, a cis straight white man, but funny, or at least not offensive coming from a Black woman or a lesbian. Any joke could be told by any comedian -- but not every joke SHOULD be told by every comedian.

So... yeah. Same with books, I think. Probably a lot of people would like for me to say "oh, any writer can write anything! if you can dream it you can do it! :D :D :D rah rah write on!"

But actually, I think your instinct to NOT need to tell this story is probably spot on. That's self-awareness, and that's a good thing. My reasoning is two-fold -- one half outward / selfless, one half inward / selfish.

On the selfless side: There are few enough opportunities for marginalized creators -- if a given publisher only has room to publish one Groundbreaking Story about Gender Identity per year or whatever -- why should that slot go to you? "I almost wish I could give it to someone nonbinary..." -- well what's stopping you? Authors share ideas all the time.

(BTW, that doesn't mean a given nonbinary person will WANT to tell the story you've thought of -- or that they will tell it the exact way that you would have told it -- they probably won't, in fact! Because every writer is different! And they have their own ideas! But the point is, there isn't anything wrong with sharing ideas and no reason you can't. Again, you don't have to write every story you've ever thought of, ideas are abundant, etc.)

On the selfish side: That's a lot of work. Feh. Why do you want to make writing a book harder than it already is? There are plenty of narratives about trans and nonbinary people and gender identity written by cis people, and they range from fine whatever to actively harmful. I'm not saying YOURS would be the latter, but it could/would/SHOULD add an extra level of difficulty and care for you to make sure your book isn't harmful, as this is not your area of expertise or experience.

And btw, if you, cis person, write a book starring a trans/nb main character, and the book is published, and you haven't done that work or you haven't done it well enough, and there is anything in there that might be construed as harmful, you can FULLY expect internet forensic analysts to pick apart every single word of the story and drag you for FILTH. Which fair enough honestly! I don't know if most people would be ready for that level of scrutiny. It couldn't be me!

So before somebody says "IT'S FICTION! So-and-so brilliant writer wrote a book about such-and-such different identity from them and won a Pulitzer Prize for it!!! ANYONE CAN WRITE ANYTHING!" -- yeah. OK. For sure.

Just like any person with halfway decent hand-eye coordination and a little practice can probably hit a baseball. If you have it in you to step up to that plate in front of a stadium full of onlookers and knock it clean out the park, fantastic for you. I just don't think most / many rookies would want to bet their career on it.

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spaceratprodigy · 18 days

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could i bother u for more thoughts on faith and max in a mock apple orchard 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

@gayafsatan — I would absolutely LOVE to brainstorm some fun ideas of them in a mock apple orchard!!

I've been replaying again so they've been rotating around in my mind a lot extra hard and was especially thinking about mock apple picking bc the botanical labs also has a lil orchard where you can pick mock apples up off the ground! But I'm currently in Roseway so oughhh.. ideas....

I want you now I am going to ramble a LOT so please bear with me I swearsies it'll be more fun if we get the full lore dump from my brain 😩💖💕

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👇 ROSEWAY THOUGHTS 👇

(I AM GOING TO TALK ABT ROSEWAY THOUGHTS AS A WHOLE AND THEN EASE INTO SOME SILLY MOCK APPLE ORCHARD IDEAS AT THE END OKAY. OKAY ILY THANK YOU).

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My thoughts are very chaotic and rambly so let me try to walk though my ideas lmao

Roseway is typically where I peg Faith's death wish arc happening, and to summarize what all that entails, it's when the mask slips and the weight of everything finally hits her in full force.

I always envision this story happening over a long period of time so a lot of time has passed since first arriving at Edgewater and the Groundbreaker.

Halcyon. Her situation. Her identity. The life Phineas threw her into abruptly and his expectations for her. Making split second moral decisions where no matter what someone is going to get hurt. Being so alien and alone, no one to understand her or believe in her predicament but having to be the mysterious competent captain regardless.

It finally gets to her. Bad. And she makes some self destructive decisions. She gets sloppy, careless, hoping someone else will end this nightmare for her. Until they almost do.

I am swiftly brushing past many details so we don't get too lost in the sauce. But Max went after her, found her collapsed and injured bad, carried her back to the ship for Ellie to do whatever she could, and then stayed by her side for as long as it took for her to wake up.

This is such a key moment for them getting closer. Because there was a lot of frustration and emotion and being forced to confront the possibility of feelings existing, but nothing they fully understand or are ready to acknowledge as such yet.

She tries to brush past the subject of what happened, deflecting everything until he raises his voice in a way he hasn't since she gave him the journal and she threatened he never talk like that to her again. And it was enough to break through her facade, for her to show just how utterly broken and vulnerable she is, and they have a proper fucking conversation about where she's at mentally. He still isn't ready for the truth about her life before. But it's a step forward.

There is a lot of patience and understanding and just. Yeah. A lot happens here. Some walls come down. There grows some room for them to become softer and closer over more time.

All of this is important because a short piece I had written a long time ago took place in this area roughly after this incident.

It was a personal outlet vent piece, I will be honest. When I wrote it it was after I had a very bad panic attack after an awful scare. And I wrote it into Faith because I just wanted to get some feelings from that experience out of my system.

The shortened version of that one is Faith recovering from a bad episode, trying to calm her breathing, waiting for her ears to stop ringing and for her vision to come back. Her legs gave out on her and she was sitting under the mock apple trees. Her voice locks up on her when she's seriously distressed. Yadda yadda yadda, Max had brought along his datapad so she could communicate anything important and she was incredibly confused because she knows he doesn't like using his datapad ever and then rendered even more speechless to know he brought it specifically for her in case something like this were to happen again. It ends with her just asking if he would keep talking to her, and they sit there under the mock apple trees for a while, in no particular rush to get anywhere.

And after this point, I think the mock apple orchards become a really peaceful, therapeutic spot for her when she just wants a moment to herself. Sits there, breathes, takes in the Roseway scenery and collects herself before jumping back into the horrors of Halcyon. Spends some time picking mock apples to take back to the ship.

I've been having a lot of ideas of her asking Max to go with her. I'm of the mind if she'd ask directly that he'd either decline, or at least pretend to be uninterested but she's the one who asked so he accepts the offer.

But I can see her being vague and just saying that she's heading out if he'd join her and she leads him to the orchards. By this point they're already often in each other's company, she indulges his interests often, letting him be the one who is finally listened to. But in general, they get along very well in conversation when it comes to a handful of similar interests and their personalities and attitudes bounce off of each other well.

(In my story anyway, since she spends an extended amount of time in Edgewater and the Vale, there was also a lot of time spent doing some early bonding with Max. So do with that info what you will. They're not likeee besties yet but they're much more than strangers by this point, ya'know? Just to get an idea of where their familiarity with each other is at and why there's enough respect and trust to some extent already existing. Not to mention how much time they had spent on the Groundbreaker).

They'd be having such a peaceful time away from the rest of the crew.

Oughhh hear me out, okay, Faith loves to bake. She doesn't even ask, she just makes Max hold her bag open while she starts collecting mock apples and after they finally head back to the ship she figures out how to make mock apple pie for the crew 😭 we already know Max doesn't care much for sweets (I wonder how sweet or tart a mock apple pie would be.. Faith girl what all Halcyon ingredients are you adding to that bad boy) but.. what if.... After everyone goes to bed...... He tries some anyway........ Because she made it..........

Most of what's bouncing around in my brain is them early on having wholesome bonding time in a spot just for the two of them. Just enjoying each other's company. Realizing they have genuine respect for each other, Faith feeling like she found a genuine friend who went to lengths further than anyone had in her entire life to make sure she survived. I am specifying Faith's feelings here intentionally. I write Max in a more complicated spot very blinded by his revenge scheme more or less unaware for a long while just how much the lines start blurring between his faith and his Faith. To put it succinctly. (Look I know I'm always drawing The Good Stuff™️ but in actuality their relationship is suchhhh a slow burn. They are not the most romantically inclined people lmao).

But also.. once she realizes she can talk to him when she needs to. I think coming back to this spot, off the ship, away from the crew, she just likes it there. She likes being there with him. She finds comfort in that spot.

OKAY BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE WOULD BE CUTE.... they should come back here.. post-scylla and post-gorgon...... Ya'know......... The first being when they establish not wanting to be apart and the second being when they want to make that partnership a permanent one......... ASKING HER IN THE MOCK APPLE ORCHARDS WOULDN'T THAT BE DARLING ough okay I need a minute my brain is going too fast to comprehend

My Roseway ideas aren't the most cleaned up I know BUT so many important bonding moments exist and oughhhh LOOSE IDEAS ARE STILL WORTH TALKING ABOUT OKAYYYYY

I just want them to go mock apple picking together and learn how to get smiles out of each other and not understand why it makes their chests hurt but they know they need to do it again

ACTUALLYYYYY post-scylla when he's much more mellowed out and they're the closest they've been I think would be so so nice. they'd be so much softer and he'd probably be so much more involved in wanting to enjoy silly lil activities with her.....

Currently imagining him reading out loud to her, all the conversations they'd have, maybe he brings his tossball cards to show her, maybe they bring one of the lil games, have a lil makeshift picnic....

Godddd the transition between just how much enthusiasm he shows spending time with her is enough to make me explode. Can you see my vision. The reluctance, to the hesitancy, to becoming absolutely inseparable.

I HAVE A LOT TO THINK ABOUT BUT I'M GETTING SLEEPY SO SENDING IT!!!!!!

Literally feel free to add on or share your own thoughts I'm begging you lmao I promise there is so much room for ideas to be fleshed out and better put together, I'm mostly just spitballing what all I think would be incredibly fun ideas to work with. Plus I'm kind of thinking across the timeline and how much their relationship would change between each visit. And how over time they would enjoy it more and more and make each visit more special than the last.

WAIT BEFORE I LOSE THE THOUGHT!! They make a stop RIGHT BEFORE HEADING TO SCYLLA TO GO TO THE HERMIT'S LODGE!! Oh that could hurt so good omgggg. Okay okay I need to stop now I NEED TO STOP.

#MY DEAR FRIEND I WROTE SO MUCH I APOLOGIZE AHEAD OF TIME #I had a LOT of roseway thoughts I needed to get out of my system #that lead into why the mock apple orchards would be such a special spot they'd want to keep returning to 😭#my thoughts are all a mess tho I know I know I have a lot that's needs cleaning up and better fleshed out #but hey! what's the point of having ideas if you can't talk about them no matter what stage of development they're at!!#enjoy my long winded roseway ramble #I really do think the orchards would make such a lovely spot to just be alone and bond #not that it was ever their intention. it certainly wasn't supposed to happen he'd think.#yet there he is. unable to deny her invitation and realizing all too late how many details about her he has committed to memory #always so collected and calculated. never stumbling on his words. always knowing just what to say.#until it comes to her. until she days his name. until her voice like a siren song has his tongue tied in knots.#'vicar max if you prefer brevity' he tells her. yet maximillian she'll call him. letting his name linger on her lips for as long as possible #I think I need to go lay down #faith and max #my writing #long post #says*

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showtoonzfan · 1 year

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As we’ve all been waiting for Hazbin to release, I think I’m honestly done with saying “I hope Hazbin will this— I hope Hazbin will that”- because not only is it tiring to say over and over again, but at this point, I realize that most of what I expect from the show are WAAAY too high, especially for Viv’s writing chops. There’s also the visual animation aspect part, like I had hoped the characters would actually pop out from the backgrounds instead of melting right in, but knowing that the main six characters all have fucking red in them, all I can say now is that I hope the composition and backgrounds can help set the scene of where we’re supposed to look and whatnot ect, since that was another area the pilot struggled from. Other than that however, when it comes to begging about what I think the writing and storytelling SHOULD be, I’m going to just stop saying “I hope” because I know it ain’t ganna happen.

There were so many things I wanted the show to improve on when you actually look at the pilot without nostalgia goggles or rose tinted glasses of being a Viv fan years before. You can tell the problems with her when you watch it. She’s too ambitious, she wants to introduce SO many characters and so many ideas to the point where it’s overwhelming, she moves WAY too fast, the pacing in the pilot is some of the worst pacing I’ve ever seen, you can barley take anything in or let anything linger, hence why the second act is clearly better paced while the first act is just pure agony with too many sound effects and fast moving animation. Then there’s my biggest problem, the fact that Viv lacks subtly, she has a shitload of “This is HELL” signs waving in our faces to show the audience that this is in fact Hell despite not looking like it, she has a gay drug addict character who’s named after the fucking drug that he’s addicted to, a “scary” powerful overlord demon that needed an exposition dumb about how powerful and not trustworthy he is despite the fact that you could have just let the audience pick that up by theirselves, like…Viv really likes bonking us on the head with facts and making EVERYTHING so damn obvious without letting us think for ourselves and it’s aggravating, especially since we now know that Heaven is so obliviously evilly corrupt and strict. I get that Hazbin is a cartoon but that doesn’t mean you should treat your audience as if this is a kids show. Hell, KIDS shows have done better at these things.

But with all that said I’m not expecting Hazbin to be good. I know now what to expect out of Viv at this point and the show is definitely ganna be a trainwreck with PAINFULLY unfunny writing, biased viewpoints, too many characters ect. I’ve already seen the dialogue leaks that were clearly written by Viv and my standards for the show are low. I don’t really have hope anymore unless Viv got help with other writers OTHER than Adam, but I know even if she did the show is ganna have her finger prints all over it. What I’m expecting is for it to be bad but POSSIBLY better compared to Helluva, that isn’t a high bar though. Still, I know it’s going to get praise, like…we’re ALL expecting fans to treat it like a groundbreaking magnum opus yada yada, and it’s definitely going to get good reviews from critics. Even though I know Hazbin won’t be great, I’m still of course going to watch, so I can’t wait.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #hazbin critical

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startrekfandomh8speopleofcolor · 9 months

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SNW has left me scared. It is going to take time to heal.

In the 1960s we saw all these characters Spock, Uhura, Kirk, Chapel,Pike, Scotty. Regardless of what you thought about gay couples, if you believed in tolerance Spirk gave you hope from watching Star Trek in the 1960s.

The Spirk pairing is the grand dad of slash. If you did not like slash and wanted to pair spock with a girl. Uhura>>>>>>>>>Chapel. Finally, There was a black girl in the 1960s who people were willing to pair with Spock or Kirk over any other girl. A black girl who was not a maid or a slave on TV, but a black female character that was shown to be the beauty and the brains . This was groundbreaking. Still is.

We did not need the JJ Verse films to push a spock/uhura romance, we can just compare the Spock/Chapel and Spock/Uhura scene from TOS to realise Uhura was the better female character to pair Spock with, if you did not se as gay for Kirk.

This was in the 60s when gay marriages or even interracial relationship were still illegal, frowned upon. Yet Trek chose to be progressive in the 60s by floating the idea of a gay and interracial pairing that fans can play with.

Fast forward 2023, we are now backwards to the 1950s were it is about worshiping the hot blonde woman that society has been doing for hundred of years. A woman who Spock already rejected in the 1960s. The woman Spock would never have been with even if he had the chance. the woman that was not even a big part of spock's life like the main crew he still carried photos off till his death.

I am a minority,a person of colour. I knew how important Uhura meant to women of colour and why she was the lead female in TOS and all the guys liked and respected her.

Since when is Chapel, sexy? can fight Klingon and Gorns? She is meant to even be a nurse.

SNW claims it is progressive but all what the show has done is take a lot from the black girl (Uhura) and the potential gay guy(Kirk) and merged their traits into SNW Chapel, all to push the spock/chapel thing that fans and writers already rejected in the 60s.

I feel a lot of black fans, especially black female star trek fans who watch SNW are going to be traumatised- because again, we are seeing society and hollywood still pushing the narrative that the hot blonde woman will always win, always get the guy, always be the status quo.

In the 1960s TOS Uhura challenged this narrative as not necessarily the truth. This is the reason she was far more popular as a character than Chapel. Nearly 60s years later SNW has told us ....yes, that is the truth. the hot blonde women still wins the war, you women of colour only win battles.

As a trek fan who came to respect the spirk pairing and the spuhura paring because they did not represent the status quo-as both pairing been a gay and interracial couple. I am not sure I can ever look at TOS the same again, knowing how the prequel has re-written the narrative. spock should not even be paired with Uhura in SNW either but please anyone but Chapel.

I am sorry but the spock/chapel pairing is an assault and an insult to gay and interracial couples

honestly I don't know about most of this but "I am not sure I can ever look at TOS the same again, knowing how the prequel has re-written the narrative. spock should not even be paired with Uhura in SNW either but please anyone but Chapel."

I cannot stand by that statement. Its frankly disgusting that you are praising TOS!Uhura but still shitting on SNW!Uhura.

Personally I ship T'Pring/Spock and I think that Chapel doesn't even know what she wants (but that she doesn't want to be tied down to anyone at all, like she's even reluctant to have The Talk with spock).

Frankly I think its unfair of Chapel to be playing with spocks feelings (that song about wanting her freedom? hello) but also I'm willing to wait to see if we get a new take on TOS after SNW. I think they should do it just so that we can get justice for Sulu and Uhura (who lets face it were basically sexy lampshades in TOS).

But again your comment that Spock shouldn't be with Uhura... is plain misogynoir. I'm willing to wait for a slow burn romance. And right now they're solidly in the friends phase and I would love to see it blossom into the flirty/romantic gazes we see in TOS (if they opted to redo the original show). I think that spock is figuring out his shit right now but as much as I'm angry that they turned Chapel into a manic pixie dream girl I don't think its an assault to gay and interracial ships.

Like in my mind I can see Spock getting traumatized by Chapel and being afraid to pursue Uhura towards the end of SNW even though he has great respect for her because Uhura is his subordinate.

But if I see you come back in my inbox with this divisive bullshit again I'm just gonna delete you. We don't need these goddamn shipping wars. We're not running this blog so you can spew your misogynoir unchecked.

mod laina

#star trek #strange new worlds #star trek: strange new worlds

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If you are gay or a black person, SNW slaps you in the face.

I read your message about SNW. To be honest as a minority who lives and breathe for pop culture and star trek, SNW has left me scared. It is going to take time to heal.

I am a minority,a person of colour. I knew how important Uhura meant to women of colour and why she was the lead female in TOS and all the guys liked and respected her for her beauty and brains. Watching SNW were Chapel hugs all the spotlight.

SNW took a lot of Uhura's traits from TOS and gave it to Chapel. Did this writers not see how racist this is? Since when is Chapel, hot? can fight Klingon and Gorns? She is meant to even be a nurse. In TOS, Uhura not Chapel used to be the hot girl who could also do action and combat scenes when necessary.

I am sorry but the spock/chapel pairing is an assault on gay and interracial couples

This is all so correct for how I've been viewing the show so far. It feels like they took all of the traits that men are comfortable seeing in women and divided them up among a mostly female crew and said "we did it guys! #feminism!"

It's such a safe and wholesome show that's incredibly conservative in how it's portraying the Enterprise. That's not my ship! My TOS Enterprise was radical and futuristic because the portrayal of its progress was so unbelievably otherworldly. But humanizing the humans alongside Spock, the writers have brought us back to the stone age instead of showing us the wonder and amazement of progress.

Anon, you and I are mindmelding right now and I'm loving what I'm seeing. And please! If anyone wants to message me about their personal experiences as PoC I absolutely want to hear what you have to say. I'm white and queer wasn't sure how much of what I was feeling translated into the PoC experience so please share your thoughts and feelings!!

#star trek #snw #spoilers #strange new worlds #ask

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Jinger's New Book is About Her Journey Leaving The Cult (IBLP, etc.)

Today (November 7, 2022), Jinger (Duggar) Vuolo took to YouTube to officially announce her new book, "Becoming Free Indeed." She says the book is about "[her] journey disentangling faith from fear"—and it sounds pretty damn groundbreaking for a Duggar. (Yay, Jinger!)

Here's a full transcript, typed up by Duggar Data—

"This has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I think it's the most important. I've written a book. It is called "Becoming Free Indeed," and it is my story—my journey of disentangling faith from fear.

I first had the idea to write this book back in 2017. Jeremy and I had just attended a conference in Big Sandy, Texas for an organization called Institute In Basic Life Principles. While there, I saw dozens of people I'd grown up with—friends who, like me, had come to Big Sandy every year to sit under the teachings from a man named Bill Gothard. But, for every old friend that I saw that week, there was one or two that I expected to see that wouldn't show up. In the coming months and years, I'd start to hear stories of those friends, and I'd find out that some of them no longer wanted anything to do with Christ or Christianity. They had rejected everything they'd been taught about God, the Bible, and the Christian faith. And, while that's not my story—I'm a Christian that loves Jesus, and wants to follow him—I have, like those friends, rejected much of the teaching I heard for many years. My faith is still intact, but it has changed. Instead of leaving the faith entirely, I've been disentangling it.

My new book, "Becoming Free Indeed," is that journey—my journey of discovery, of disentangling, my journey of faith. In it, I share stories from my life. Stories that nobody saw while the TV cameras were rolling. Stories of fear and uncertainty, but also of discovery and hope. I share these stories became I want to be an encouragement to any of you, who may be struggling to work through what you've been taught while still loving Jesus. Really, I wrote this book for any of you who are wanting to honestly examine your beliefs without abandoning God. If you've been hurt by the teachings of Bill Gothard, or any religious leader who claimed to speak for God but didn't, I wrote this for you.

When you grow up in a tight–knit community, where everyone believes the same things about everything, it can be hard to even consider the possibility that what you were taught may have been wrong. But, we all need to, even if it's hard. I wish that the teachers you leaned on when you were younger pointed you to Jesus. But, I know that's not always the case, and so I'm hopeful that my story can encourage you not to give up on God, to not abandon Jesus.

I know that many of you do not believe the same things that I do about God and the Bible. But, this book is an invitation into my life, so that you can see through the highs and lows, through the good and the difficult, and through the changes in what I believe and how I live. Jesus is my strength. He is worthy. I pray this book will help you to see why I follow him.

While this is not the first book I've written, it has been, by far, the most challenging. The process has been more emotionally exhausting than I thought it would be, and it's been tough because it's so personal. And, at times, I've wondered if I should even write it. But, I know it's necessary, and I'm thankful God has given me the strength to finish it.

I want you to know at the start of this book that it is not a tell–all about my family. This is a book about me, and my spiritual journey. It is the story of my faith, and how I've had to figure out what I believe and why I believe it. This is my personal theological memoir. Thanks for joining me as I tell my story."

#jinger duggar vuolo #becoming free indeed

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Love Isn’t Greed; a Sam One Shot

Summary: You (mreader) and Sam have been togeather for a couple years. You Think everything is going well until Sam sits you down to have a conversation, a conversation that feels very much like a break up. OR the one were I make Sammy Nonbinary bc this is FICTION it’s FICTIONAL!

Pairing: Sam/MReader

Warnings: none

A/N: This fic is for my tiny following of non-cis GVF fans I’ve amassed in the last few days but specifically for @puzzle-gvf for taking me in and being a friend.

If you don’t think gay men can date/have relationships with non-men without having to change their identity you don’t know gay history and I, as someone who is about to defend his MA thesis about gay men am here to tell you you’re wrong.

You hadn't seen Sam this nervous since sitting you down and talking about the reality of being in a relationship with a closeted rockstar. Sam kept pushing hair back and shaking it back down, more restless than you'd ever seen Sam.

"Babe?" You asked; this wasn't unlike how Sam had acted before that other hard discussion. Sam had sat you down and drank almost an entire cup of coffee before finally launching into a monologue about how it would suck hiding, but it would be worth it. Thankfully the two of you wouldn't have to do anything groundbreaking; Sam's oldest brother Josh and his partner Randy had written the blueprint. All the two of you had to do was follow it.

"Sammy," you said when Sam hadn't responded yet, "what's wrong?" slowly, thoughts of the worst crept in. Although it had been hard, Sam had finally decided it was too hard and was done trying. The relationship, the stress of keeping it private, was too much, and Sam wanted out.

"I like it when you call me that," it was the first thing Sam had said since asking you to sit down as soon as you went home. Home, it was Sam's house; you had an apartment not too far away. But you spent most of your time here with Sam, the dogs. You had a toothbrush on the bathroom counter and the two bottom drawers of Sam's dresser. You had left books and records and all kinds of things here. It was home; you didn't know what you would do if Sam was gearing up to tell you you were no longer welcome.

“You hate being called Sammy.” You said but were met with a head shake from Sam.

"Not when you say it," You smiled; it was slowly feeling less and less like you were getting broken up with. Still, Sam didn't stop looking so nervous.

“Do you need a hair tie?” You asked as Sam huffed as hair fell down out of the twist.

“I need a cigarette.” Sam said not watching you wrinkle your nose. You hated that Sam smoked but had long ago decided that there were worse drugs for rock stars to be doing.

"I don't have a cigarette but I do have-" You held up your dab pen but were met with another head shake.

"No after if- if you're still here we can smoke I've got-" Sam huffed, and now you were twice as confused, not sure what Sam could possibly tell you that would have you leave. Only for a moment as fear settled in your stomach. Rock stars had access to all kinds of drugs, but they also had a near-unlimited supply of casual sex. You had never been jealous of fans, or the attention they got, knowing Sam was always coming home to you, but suddenly, it wasn't the fans, not the real fans, it was the other ones, the groupies always following Sam, more than even you could, that came to mind.

Sam, however, didn't offer anything. Leaving you spiraling, when you had taken a couple quick breaths and still Sam hadn't said anything, you stuttered out, "Sammy did you-" but you weren't sure how to ask if the love of your life had cheated.

"Did I-" Sam's brow furrowed before a shocked look crossed Sam's face. "I didn't cheat y/n, I wouldn't."

You nodded, relief flooding your body. You didn't need to hear anything else. You trusted Sam more than anyone else in your life. You trusted that you would be told if Sam had cheated, so all you needed was to be told there hadn’t been cheating.

“So you didn’t cheat, I don’t think you’re breaking up with me, so-”

“No, jesus christ y/n why would you think I was breaking up with you?” Sam looked less nervous just then, more shocked than anything else.

"Well," You started, fears being relieved even more as Sam reached across and held your hand. "You sit me down as soon as I get here and tell me you have something to say. You look more nervous than I've ever seen you; even when we started this journey together, you weren't this nervous. So unless-" You suddenly felt cold as Sam squeezed your hand.

“Unless someone found out.” Again a head shake from Sam.

"No, I think if that happened, the whole band would be here. If that happened, I'd need my brothers; Josh would know what to do." You nodded, not surprised that Sam relied so heavily on Josh in this and all other matters. The youngest had always looked up to Josh more than the others. You'd thought about that often, what would happen if someone had seen you two. It might be a weight off your shoulders; you and Sam could be public, and Josh and Randy would likely follow. How much easier it would be if it was Josh and Randy forging the path for Sam and you. But no matter how much easier you thought that might be, you couldn't imagine the strain it would put Sam under; no matter how much you wished to hold Sam's hand walking down the street, you didn't wish for that to happen.

"Then what's wrong, babe?" You asked; it was your turn to squeeze Sam's hand, your other hand coming up to cup Sam's hand in both of yours.

"Being a gay man is so important to you," Sam said, voice cracking. This was true; half of the conversation at the official beginning of your and Sam's relationship was the difficulty of you returning to the closet, at least a little. You had never once hidden your sexuality, fighting too hard to be seen and seen as equal. It was occasionally a sore spot; you couldn't understand what kept Sam in the closet. There were plenty of gay musicians, hell, Freddie Mercury had done it in the 70s and 80s, and Elton John was still doing it. Only once did you ever storm out of Sam's house in anger, and it had been after shouting those exact things at your partner.

"Yes?" You dared not get your hopes up that maybe, just maybe, Sam was thinking about going public. Josh would know what to do, you thought; Sam would never make that decision without Josh right there as well.

"What if-" Sam's hand was clammy between yours. All the nerves were back, and you still couldn't imagine what Sam might say. You didn't know how much longer you could handle this before you told Sam to say what needed to be said. "What if you weren't in a relationship with a man."

You blinked at Sam momentarily, your hands tightening on Sam's. You watched as Sam tried not to show any emotion, but you saw, as Sam blinked, a tear forming. "If I wasn't-" You breathed and thought about how far you and Sam had come.

Your little local band had gotten a spot at a rock festival a couple years ago, one that Sam's band was headlining. You didn't really think you'd get to meet Greta Van Fleet, worried they would think your band was stealing their gig, being an old rock-style band. Granted, you and your band were trying for a more southern rock sound than the hard-hitting rock that Greta had. Sam had been interested, though, and had sought you and your band out after the show. And that was the beginning of a relationship you could have never dreamed up. It had been hard; Sam wanted you to give more time to your music and thought you and your band could be bigger and better if you applied yourself more. It didn't help to point out that Sam had spent the important early years of Greta living with parents who paid rent and fed them. You and your band had no such luxury though you had become popular locally, had hired an agent, you all still had other jobs, and the band hardly paid for itself. But still, Sam supported you, even as Greta also needed attention.

"Would I still-" You took a breath, thinking about what you wanted to say. At first, you thought maybe Sam was breaking up with you, as if Sam thought your not being in a relationship meant you stopped being gay. But that was silly, and Sam had already said this wasn't a breakup. Your heart was beating wildly as you took another breath.

When you met Sam, there had been a softness; at first, you thought it was the hair. You'd lovingly called the mess of shoulder-length waves "glen frey" hair. But there had always been something else to the softness, the way Sam would sit, the daintiness that neither Jake nor Josh had despite similar body types.

You caught Sam's eyes; there were tears now. So you pulled yourself out of your thoughts; you took the hand that had been on the top of Sam's and reached forward, wiping away a tear.

"I love you more than anything Sammy, I don't need you to be a man for that." You said; a sob ripped itself out of Sam's chest. You wished you weren't at the table, that Sam had sat the two of you on the couch so you could pull this beautiful human into your arms. Instead of that, you stood up, never letting go of Sam's hand. You walked around the table and pulled Sam up into your arms.

"Shhh, shhh." you wrapped your arms around Sam as the sobs kept coming, Sam's face pressed into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You ran your hand through Sam's hair; though you had been given no verbal confirmation, you were sure you were right, at least in part. You couldn't know exactly, not until Sam calmed down enough to tell you, but it didn't matter right now.

“Come on Sammy.” You pulled back a little, pushing a stray strand of hair behind Sam’s ear. “Lets go sit on the couch.”

Wordlessly, Sam nodded, so you took Sam's hand and walked from the kitchen table to the living room couch, pulling Sam into your lap.

"I love you so much Sammy." you said as Sam wrapped arms and legs around you. Again Sam's face was in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, so you kissed Sam's temple. "It was never for your gender; it was your heart, your mind, and-" You tipped Sam's head up by Sam's chin, smiling down, "you are the hottest in the band.” Sam smiled at that.

"I love the way you care about your family, the way you look up to Josh is, it makes me wish I had been a better older brother for my younger siblings. I love the way you care about your music, and how you genuinely think your music might help make the world a better place." You leaned down, kissing Sam, soft and sweet.

"I love you y/n," Sam said, voice shaky. "I don't- I don't know where to start."

You took Sam's face in your hands. "Where ever you want Sammy, it's okay, I'm right here, not going anywhere," you promised.

You had about a million questions, just related to Sam; none of them even began to touch what this meant for you; Sam was right. Being a gay man did mean a lot to you; it was maybe the most important identity you held, even more than being a musician. But here, the person in your arms was as important. Reckoning those two things would happen. You could not imagine a world where they clashed so hard you had to choose one over the other.

"Josh knows," Sam said, having wiggled out of your hold. Sam was sitting across from you, staring at where your knees were touching. "I told him last year. I'm sorry I didn't-"

"No, shh." You reached out where Sam was picking a loose thread on the couch, covering nervous hands. "Don't be sorry about that." Sam nodded, taking a deep breath.

“I told Josh and he- I think he suspected for a while, but. I told Jake and Danny and they were- well of course Danny was okay with it, and I didn’t think Jake wouldn’t be okay with it it was just-” Sam trailed off. You didn’t say anything this time, letting Sam organize what needed to be said.

“I didn’t mean to keep it from you,” Sam held a finger up to your lips when you went to interrupt and say it was okay. “I’m not apologizing, I'm telling it so we can get to your questions.” You smiled and kissed Sam’s finger loving the blush that spread across Sam’s cheeks.

"I didn't mean to keep it from you, I was scared, and then." Sam smiled. "And then Randy told me I should break up with you because you kept misgendering me. When I told him that I hadn't told you yet, he told me if I was that worried about your reaction I should break up with you and I realized he was right."

You felt, not for the first time, your stomach drop. Sam must have realized what had been said, speaking so quickly it was hard to understand.

“So I told you.” Sam finally said so you could understand. “I realized that Randy was right. I should decide if your reaction was so scary that I couldn’t tell you and I decided it wasn’t. You’ve always been kind about Danny’s partner, never once misgendering them, hell, your fucking drummer is a transman and you talk about being queer as much as being gay so I just-” Sam took a breath that wavered at the end, like crying was on the horizon.

"I want to use they/them pronouns." Sam said, their eyes closed tight. "Sometimes I think about using other pronouns, I've tried some others I- Once Josh used 'she' for me and I-" Sam's voice wavered and cracked.

“I’m not a woman y/n I swear I just-”

"I did drag in college." you said, "Nellie Young, I wasn't very good" Sam looked at you, unsure where you were going. "I used she/her pronouns in drag, and I know for me it's not the same, but I hung out with a lot of drag queens, and some of them are men, some of them aren't men, most of them use she/her some of them don't."

Sam nodded, biting their cuticle, nervous, but at least they knew where you were going. "Sammy, if you told me you were a woman," You took a deep breath, "I would have a lot of reevaluating to do, but I know my queer history, I know that gay men have always fucked around with gender, and they have always fucked around with people who fuck around with gender and it never once made them less gay."

Sam smiled, the first real, un-nervous smile all night, so you took their hand in yours so they stopped biting at their nails, kissing their hand before holding it over your heart. "I love you, Sammy."

“I love you too y/n.” Sam said, looking relaxed. “I liked when Josh used ‘she’ but I didn’t know- I’m not a woman, but I’m not a man, I like nonbinary it’s a kind of freedom to be whatever I want.”

You nodded, urging Sam on. “I really like my name, I love when you call me Sammy.” You grinned, pushing hair back behind Sam’s ears.

"So," You said, loving how relaxed and happy Sam looked; you had no idea how you had never realized the weight she was carrying keeping this from you. "Sammy, my partner who uses they/she pronouns." You watched Sam grin.

"I already call you beautiful," you said, loving the way Sam blushed. "But how do you feel about handsome?" Sam wrinkled their nose, so you nodded, you could only think of one time you'd ever called Sam handsome, and you'd both thought it was so out of place you'd started laughing uncontrollably.

“I like all the pet names you use.” Sam offered, and you nodded. Sam’s finger came back up to her mouth as she thought. You carefully pulled their hand away as they smiled shyly. “I think that’s it.”

"If you think of anything else, we can talk about it then." You promised, putting your hands on Sam's hips and dragging them into your lap before you leaned forward and kissed them. The kiss said more than you could probably say with your words. I love you. I support you. I'll always be there. You knew this would change things. Likely in ways you never could imagine. But, as you settled back into the couch, the weight of Sam on top of you, you knew it would be for the best and would bring the two of you closer together.

#sam kiszka fanfiction #Samuel Kiszka fanfiction #sam kiszka fan fiction #samuel kiszka fan fiction #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fanfiction #sam kiszka #samuel kiszka #Greta Van Fleet

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hmslusitania · 1 year

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I just. I don’t know. I don’t know because like I have spent literally I think my entire life working on eventually being a published author. When I was little, like somewhere under the age of four, my parents would have me tell stories — my own stories that I made up — for their friends at parties. I wrote my first “novel” when I was ten on yellow legal pads and with a single pen that ran out of ink and I still have that pen eighteen years later.

I wrote my first not-total-shit novel when I was fifteen and I say not total, but it was definitely still garbage. I’ve been working on the same story that I think now might actually be the earthly receptacle of my soul for twelve years (literally, the anniversary was yesterday, I’ve codified it in the world of the story as a local major holiday). I’ve written another novel complete in the middle of that twelve years, and I’ve got about seven half-finished other original projects.

But there’s this. This existential despair in me about the Future of Art in this world. Publishers aren’t paying writers money, like definitely not enough to live by. But at the same time there’s this entitlement from readers who just pirate books and then people whose books get pirated don’t get to publish another. And the road to even getting published is an absurdity because every writers group I join, every conference I go to, everyone I talk to who even looks at an agent, we just get these lists of the dozens and dozens of agents they’ve queried who don’t even send a no thank you letter.

And then there’s the issue of what even gets published because! There’s a global increase of rabid fascism and right wing fuckwittery dogma that’s trying so desperately hard to force us all back onto our knees in the fucking dark ages and everything I write is queer. Everything. I can’t — i don’t know. I’m quiet in real life and I’m kind of a shut in and I don’t know that I’m particularly visibly queer but I am openly queer and it’s not that het stories are repellent to me it’s that I cannot physically bring myself to write something that just focuses on cisheteronormativity. I can’t do it.

And I look at politics and I look at what this country is coming to and in the off chance my books ever get published and I sell well enough to make money and in all those astronomical circumstances, my writing is still going to get banned and pulled from libraries and everything about it is all so fucking devastating and hopeless and futile and I can’t — I can’t not do it. I can’t not try and I can’t not tell stories, not because its too late for me to learn a new art or something or get a new dream. I’m not quite thirty, it’s definitely not too late for anything, it’s just that this is what I’m for.

Before I’m anything, I’m just a collection of stories that want to be in the world. And maybe they’re not groundbreaking or earth shattering or important. But they’re what I am and they’re the only thing I can be and being constantly inundated with the news and an increasingly right wing atmosphere that says there’s No Value in art and that not only is there no value in us queers but there’s no place for us and they’re trying to legislate us out of existence and even if we do get to have the art we create out in the world we can’t. We can’t survive off it. Because there’s no value in it, right.

And I don't have a solution I don't have an answer I don't know what to do about it I just have existential dread and an office job and 5.8million unpublished words.

#the ghost ship babbles to herself in the night #existential dread #this isn’t a happy post I just had to like. write it out

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themaddoctorappreciationclub · 9 months

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Do fights ever break out between some of the Doctors? Do any of them have beef with each other?

The Receptionist nods, looking down at the papers in front of them. "Yes, there are quite a lot of fights. Thankfully, the majority of them are verbal and never escalate to physical. Sometimes, though, physical fights do happen. As far as I have been made aware, none have held a grudge..."

They suddenly sit straight as a board in their seat, their robotic face somehow growing pale. "There is, however... ONE issue that has been brought to my attention. A bit of a war of sorts of two differing opinions... It's about the idea of inviting a... certain doctor to our club. Let me find the papers that started it."

They rustle through some files, before pulling out a paper with messy penmanship written on it. The classic doctor handwriting. "You see, every doctor has the ability to request that a doctor be invited into our club, as long as you also write why you think they should be allowed to join. Then, the higher-ups will look over the requested doctor's work before deciding whether or not to invite them. You can request anonymously, or have your name written on the paper. This person requested anonymously... You know what? Let me just show you the paper." They place the paper on the desk, pushing it towards you.

"I would like to request that Dr. Josef Heiter be invited to join The Mad Doctor Appreciation Club for performing one of, if not, the most infamous and groundbreaking experiments in the history of mad medicine. He also succeeded in escaping the morality of medicine, having once been the leading surgeon in the separation of conjoined twins, before performing his experiment of sewing three people together to work as one unit."

The Receptionist quickly pulls the paper away before you can read anymore. "If you know him, you know him. Anyways... Dr. Heiter is someone a mad doctor either loves, or, more commonly, despises. His experiment is often seen as too vile and disturbing for even the most strong-willed of deranged minds. However, there are also those who admire his willingness to do whatever the hell he wants, by any means necessary." They look over the paper, continuing "So, once word of this request got out, the entirety of the club went absolutely apeshit. The Medic, you know, the one dressed in red gloves, was absolutely ecstatic to hear that Dr. Heiter might be invited. Dr. Maruki and Dr. Frankenstein, on the other hand, have been scared shitless - no pun intended."

The Receptionist then stands, placing the paper back where it belongs "It seems like The Medic, Dr. Randolph, and Dr. Wolfram are pretty excited about the possibility of Dr. Heiter joining the club. Dr. Frankenstein hates the idea, seeing it as something that might interfere with his own work of sewing dead body parts together to form new life. He once told me "The idea that a man would sew three people together in such a crude, disgusting manner sickens me to my core. What if people begin to see my work in such a vile light? It would taint the purpose of my work to be associated with the likes of him!" Dr. Maruki is just scared that he would fall victim to Dr. Heiter's experiments. I heard that Dr. Clef is actually the only person who doesn't seem to care, either way. According to The Medic, Dr. Clef just said "As long as I am not in the middle, I don't give a shit. Pun intended.", in response to the news of him possibly joining the club."

The Receptionist turns back to you, a weary smile on their face. "Unless you are Dr. Clef, you either despise the idea of Dr. Heiter joining the club, or are excited at the... well, the idea of seeing such a deranged lunatic in his element. Me? I don't care... I'm just here to keep things running and do the paperwork. This fighting is getting out of hand, though... I've never seen Dr. Maruki try to claw someone's eyes out in fear before now, but it was quite a sight! This paper probably caused the most physical, VIOLENT fights I have seen in this club, yet! It even got Dr. Maruki to pick up a scalpel... holy shit."

They look back and forth, only to quickly lean in and whisper "Between you and me... He's probably going to be let in. The higher-ups have no morality when it comes to who can join the club. The only reasons why I haven't told the others are because A. I haven't gotten a clear answer, yet, and B. I'm 100% certain that the knowledge of Dr. Heiter joining this club would cause an ACTUAL war in this building. I'm just waiting for the moment that one of these doctors actually gets killed... All over the morality of making a human centipede. Which, to be fair, I think is fucking disgusting-"

#ask the mad doctors #p5r maruki #tf2 medic #dr randolph #the heilwald loophole

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crazygriffinlord · 2 months

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HELP! I ACCIDENTALLY AMELIORATED CARS 2! Part 4! (NOT FOR KIDS! NSFW!)

[The scene transitions to London, where Holly Shiftwell and Finn McMissile sit together, engrossed in Sally's portfolio. Holly reads aloud from the pages, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and intrigue, before passing the portfolio to Finn.]

Holly Shiftwell: Listen to this, Finn. Sally's ideas for DEI races are truly groundbreaking.

[Finn takes the portfolio, his eyes scanning the pages with keen interest. He looks up, his expression reflecting surprise.]

Finn McMissile: DEI races? But those have only been introduced to the UK recently. What's Sally doing with them?

[Holly nods, acknowledging Finn's observation, but her curiosity is piqued.]

Holly Shiftwell: That's what I'm trying to figure out. It seems Sally was ahead of her time.

[Finn attempts to explain the significance of DEI races to Holly, but she struggles to grasp the concept fully.]

Finn McMissile: DEI races are about diversity, equity, and inclusion. They're about giving every car a fair chance on the track, regardless of their background.

[Holly listens intently, but Finn's explanation seems to fall short of conveying the true significance of DEI races.]

Holly Shiftwell: But why is that important? Can't cars just race like they always have?

[Finn sighs, realizing he needs to approach the topic from a different angle.]

Finn McMissile: Imagine this, Holly. If a car from a minority group started harassing a car of another minority group during a race, it would be unexpected, right? That's because social constructs shape a racecar's reputation, and DEI races aim to break down those barriers.

[Sir Axlerod enters the room, a copy of "Great Car Writers" in hand. He flips through the pages until he finds a penciled inscription, purportedly written by Leland Turbo, mentioning Mater and "Rust-eze." Holly, ever skeptical, demands proof from Sir Axlerod that Leland wrote the inscription.]

Holly Shiftwell: Show me evidence, Sir Axlerod. How do we know Leland wrote this?

[Sir Axlerod hesitates, his confidence wavering under Holly's scrutiny. Before he can respond, Holly presses further, her tone firm and unwavering.]

Holly Shiftwell: And you still haven't proven that Leland ever set foot in Radiator Springs.

[Finn, ever the observant spy, interjects with newfound information, causing a stir in the room.]

Finn McMissile: Actually, Holly, I've seen records of Leland in the race book. He was there, alright.

[Sir Axlerod, sensing an opportunity to further his theory, excuses himself hastily, promising to return with Topsy, who may hold the key to unlocking the truth. Left alone with Finn, Holly considers his request to keep Sally's books for further study.]

Holly Shiftwell: Finn, can I trust you with Sally's books? They're her legacy, and I want to honor her ideas.

[Finn nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation.]

Finn McMissile: Of course, Holly. I'll work out a plan based on her ideas.

[Holly's curiosity gets the better of her as she questions why DEI racing wasn't attempted sooner.]

Holly Shiftwell: But why didn't anyone try DEI racing before?

[Finn's response is thoughtful, tinged with a hint of sadness.]

Finn McMissile: Because there wasn't enough love or respect in our society. Without those, Sally's vision would have been impossible to achieve.

#cars 2 movie #holley shiftwell #theorys #hilarious #stupid #arrogant #slander

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