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not-brionnne · 2 months

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NSFW. 18+. Okay. Oh God, uh. What if— like okay— hear me out— I know that people— I know that some people see Laios as aroace or some variation—fair and valid—and that Farcielle is the only valid ship to them, but God. God... What if— Modern AU!Farcielle.

Hear me out. They go to the same college. They're terribly in love. Falin dies. Marcielle is still very Consumed by Devotion. This destroys her. Laios is still very Devoted to Consumption. The death is— it is. It sure is. For awhile, Marcielle can't even stand to see his face or hear his voice. They're so similar, and God, she hates it. She hates it—at first. But God, she's clinging onto sheets and shirts and whatever she can and it's fading and it's all fading so fast and Laios is just trying to help in his own way. And it hurts. It hurts because it isn't her. And it hurts, but fuck, she's so tired. It's eating her alive, and he's right there, and maybe she hates him. Even though it's not his fault. Even though he's done nothing wrong. Even thinking about that—with his mannerisms and his voice and his face—makes her feel sick. Makes her feel disgusted. She doesn't hate him. She can't hate him. He's the only thing pulling her through. The only pillar she has left, and she leans, and leans, and leans. Tilting into the sickness rather than out. He looks so much like her, she finds herself thinking, an affectionate, frustrated smile creasing her mouth. And her eyes widen, and she's running. "I have to go!" She yells, keys jangling, voice shaking, and Laios tries. He tries to run after her. The plate she dropped digs into his foot, and he stumbles onto the door. Her door. The start of an engine. It turns over. Once. Twice. Then starts. By the time he fumbles with the knob, the telltale rev of an engine says he's too late. She disappears for a month and doesn't answer calls. He tries to look for her. He keeps calling. He keeps her couch warm until she comes back. He stress eats. He doesn't know what happened. He doesn't know why. He doesn't know how to fix it. And he waits. "Like a dog," says Marcielle. "Like a wolf," he retorts. She doesn't reply.

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Marcielle returns and his wait is rewarded. His tail practically wags when he hears her keys jingling. He's done little else. The dish she dropped hadn't been moved. The food had. His foot has been wrapped, and the blood on both (the wrap, the dish, the floor) has clotted. Laios clears it up as best as he can now, frantic and frenzied and guilty.

Like a dog, he thinks. He dumps it in the bin and scrambles back to the couch to hide his misdeeds. Like a dog, he thinks again.

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Marcielle unlocks the door with her head inclined; a soft open. The quietest of sighs breaks the silence. She turns on the light. Click. He shifts in place. "I missed you..."

Soft, like the door, like the sigh. Then broken. She screams. Breathes in. Places a hand over her chest and closes her eyes. She's upset. Shaken. More than that, she's angry. She doesn't know how to tell him that his face is the last one she wants to see. And yet. And yet. For a second, it happens again. She sees her. Falin. And then she's furious. She's walking over. She's pounding on his chest, and he's solid, and his arms are around her, and she's crying. She's crying for the first time in months. "I missed you, too," she sniffles, and she wants to be talking to Laios—she does, she swears she does—but she doesn't know who she's speaking to. She doesn't know if it's him or a memory. Her perception is all twisted. And she's looking up, she's checking to be sure, and it's Falin's kindness, painted there, and she's crying harder, and her hands won't stop hitting, but he's holding her softly, and she thinks for a second that it'll be okay, that their friendship will hold like this. She reaches to wipe her tears, and his hands take up this task, too.

It's awkward. It doesn't read of Falin at all. He's lumbersome and ungentle. He's never known what to do, but he does it. He tries. His finger swipes across her cheek again, and her breath stalls. It feels like a betrayal.

Everything else does, too. Every part of it. Yet she's leaning and now he's leaning, too. And it's dreadful. One of his hands still holds hers up to his chest. It feels like such a mockery of intimacy. And they're kissing and it sparks across her skin and roils in her stomach. She can't define sickness from lust. They fall together, onto the couch he kept warm. Onto the cold floor. She cries openly. And she yearns. And she misses. And she can't stop, even if she wants to. Marcielle thought she hated Laios. She knew the only thing she'd ever hated was herself.

And Laios? Laios has never been so hungry. He's never realized how deep his hunger could go. That it could be for something—someone—else. Something like this. It yawns open inside him. Tells him to take. And he's a dog again, fighting for scraps.

He licks at her tears, feels her hands tighten around his arms. Hips canting up as she sobs. It twists inside his stomach, snake-like, and he struggles. "Tell me," Laios groans. "Tell me to stop, Marci." He begs. "Please."

"Falin..." Marcielle croaks. She looks at him and doesn't see her at all. "Falin, I'm sorry..."

And he takes. He takes and takes and takes. And she gives. She allows it. Her consumption. Until there is nothing left.

...because without Falin, there isn't.

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arielsojourner · 1 year

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I posted 1,752 times in 2022

That's 869 more posts than 2021!

22 posts created (1%)

1,730 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@broosepayne

@masteroffoolhardyplans

@bonesbuckleup

@spongebobssquarepants

@lillytalons

I tagged 22 of my posts in 2022

#moon knight - 5 posts

#marc spector - 4 posts

#steven grant - 4 posts

#aroace - 3 posts

#asexual - 3 posts

#khonshu - 3 posts

#vader strikes back - 2 posts

#luke and vader save the galaxy - 2 posts

#layla - 2 posts

#youtube - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 67 characters

#this is reigniting my love for ancient egypt from my 7th grade self

My Top Posts in 2022:

Palpatine: My job is to carry out Senate policy.

Padme: Even if you think it is wrong?

Palpatine: Well, almost all Senate policy is wrong but it is frightfully well carried out.

20 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

Did I stay up way late to watch ep 2 of Moon Knight? Yes, yes I did and it was so worth it!

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Thoughts on rewatching Moon Knight Ep 2 (this time not tired and past midnight)

SPOILERS!

1. Is it just me or when Steven wakes and “opens up” the three pane mirror . . . does that mean he keeps that mirror closed regularly? He has a mirror you have to “open?” I don’t know about you but I don’t have mirrors that open or I keep closed.

2. When getting fired and the boss mentions doctors there is such a defeated look in Steven’s face and then when he sees the brochure . . I think he’s maybe been there before, had the “doctors” talk before.

3. God, he talks to the statue man because that’s the only person who LISTENS when he talks. Everyone else ignores, goes away, isn’t interested, belittles him. His only listener (and he mentions that when he looks at the doctor brochure too, that they look like they’re “good listeners”) is a living statute. WTF. This is so so sad. And just having that listener, non judgmental who doesn’t run away or shift expression gives Steven hope.

3. Steven’s “mm-hmm” after Layla says that he is talking to his mom again. Like he’s starting to second guess that too now along with everything/one else.

4. What does it say about the alters if Steven is learning French and Hieroglyphics, things Marc’s wife knows and/or likes/loves. Can the wants and wishes of one alter influence the desires and/or skills of another alter in a system? Can the things they love about other people become things that other alters embrace? And Layla thinks Marc is playing games with her, sharing knowledge with her about both things when she’s the one who knew that, not Marc. You can see she is feeling a bit pissed but also thinking, what is he playing at? She huffs a laugh when he praises her knowledge of unilaterals because it is so absurd that Marc keeps playing these games, “pretending” to be this Steven. Why is he praising her? Clumsily flirting with her? Great scene. Great acting all over her body language.

5. “I would never divorce you.” The earnest words of a man who realizes he DOES have someone in his life, somehow; through all the madness, there is someone there and she knows French poetry like he does and knows her unilaterals and he is CHARMED and he is not letting her go, not if he can legally help it. Awww! And Layla is just . . . WTF? What does this mean? Divorce papers but unsigned? The accent? Pretending not know? Learning French AND ancient Egyptian? Steven and Marc are the embodiments of mixed messages here.

6. What I think is strangely hilarious is that Khonshu talking to Steven and saying things like “I am real justice” is like an ordinary person waking up one day and Batman (and I know that Moon Knight is NOT Batman, this is just comparison) is visible and audible only to that person and it is Batman as like a two dimensional character telling you to do things in the name of justice. OMG, realizing he has alters, seeing jackals that don’t appear on camera, meeting his “wife”, realizing he is estranged from his own mom (she never calls back!), finding out that everyone almost EVERYONE is a member of a cult (like invasion of the body snatchers style terror there) everyone is in on it, no one is safe, not even the police, AND he has an ancient Egyptian god that only he sees around him insulting him talking about vengeance . . . no wonder he thinks he’s going mad. Marc is just one thing in all of this.

7. I don’t know much about Marc’s character so far from the show (no one does, we only have 2 episodes so far) but we know he is concerned about protecting Steven (and giving Steven his props for the punch) and protecting Layla and ordinary citizens (makes sense if he is ex-military) and coming to an end of his servitude to Khonshu, but I think that if Arthur is right, that Khonshu goes for people with a strong moral conscious it is STEVEN’s conscious that attracted him to offer a deal to the dying system. Like it was Steven who Khonshu sensed as having the moral compass and strength of conscious to be his Fist but now that he has the body, the god mistakenly sees only Marc’s physical strength and military skills, missing all that Steven (and other alters? Jake? I don’t think the Dylan date was Marc btw, that was totally Jake), brings to the table. Then he does start to perhaps see it, when Steven speaks his mind and is not swayed by Harrow, which is why Steven gets his own suit! Which is why Khonshu allows him and orders him to “Summon the Suit!” when he is falling. Khonshu is still a bastard though, but then most gods are capricious bastards and he will only admit that Marc is “worth protecting.”

8. I love how when that first cultist grabs Layla Steven hits him saying “get off! get off!”

9. The scarab must be given. It cannot be taken. Magical rules established. Harrow claims to be a former Avatar of Khonshu. Ammit had at least one avatar who held the cane before Harrow. Ammit was betrayed by one (her first?) avatar. Unclear if Harrow is her avatar or not. Perhaps he could become it if he finds her tomb?

10. The Calvinistic, “saved” ideology (Some are saved, some are damned and it is known before you even are born or commit any crime), and the idea of the day of Ammit’s judgment (Revelations anyone?) in what Harrow says . . . interesting how many parallels to Christian ideologies are in there and clever. Explains how his cult has spread so far and wide. His ideas are easy to swallow when they are mirrored in the West’s Christian ideologies and common tropes and myths.

11. Great use of sound and showing how when both Marc and Layla are yelling at him in the evil magician’s man cave, that his ears just start ringing and then go muffled. And just like reflections and upside down POV shows how (possibly) unreliable Steven’s sight is (his ability to discern reality) (or conversely how his POV, skewed though it is is MORE accurate), the playing with SOUND goes to the thing about listening. No one listens to Steven. But then Layla gets it and finally uses his name. This is not a game. Steven hasn’t been playing.

12. “How long you been doing this?” “I don’t know. Long time. Long time.”

So this is NOT new and not “brought on by Khonshu” which I’ve heard some youtubers’s mistakenly claim. Nope. This is DID and Marc has been aware of this for a long time.

13. Khonshu threatens Marc that he shouldn’t want to part ways from him because you “may not like my next candidate” and indicating “she” is near and dear to him but wouldn’t it be a trip if in the end Marc ends the deal and Khonshu promises Layla is safe from him only for Khonshu to claim Steven or Jake or another alter?

14. The ruined room in Egypt. Reflective surfaces smashed or knocked over (the lamp, the chair? the plate, the mirror cracked and covered). Steven is not stopping.

15. I love how Egypt is not SEPIA toned or washed out with orange/brown filter! Yes! Thank you! I see blues and greens and reds and whites.

16. End credits and the new song. LOVE The images.

33 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

My spoiler free reaction to Moon Knight before the end credit scene:

My spoiler free reaction to the end credit scene of Moon Knight:

Also Layla is awesome.

54 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Is Koisenu Futari, the new JDrama with two AroAce main characters my new obsession?

Yes, yes it is.

2 episodes in and I already think there are some beautiful lines that should become ubiquitous in the aro/ace community including, but not limited to:

“I like crab” to communicate, yes I will meet your family who has allo expectations of everyone you meet to support you.

“Building/having your castle” to mean creating your adult life with the things you want in it that do not automatically have to follow an allo or heteronormative pattern of romance, marriage, kids.

“Would you become a family with me?" is such a beautiful phrase to reflect a desire to connect with one another that has nothing to do with romance and/or sex unless the parties so choose.

Seeing the “merit” of one another. Having you in my life means I don’t have to be “lonely alone.” It means I can avoid the “nuisance of the neighbors” and it means that it is worth the effort to make udon for breakfast. I don’t even know what udon is but it sounds wonderful.

References to the “hamster shirt” as shorthand for I find X type of physical contact not to my taste.

I hope these and other bits of beautiful dialogue become as meaningful as cake and garlic bread and dragons to us all. What ones did you see/hear that spoke to you?

65 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

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dengswei · 2 years

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Kodama Sakuko talking about finding her aroace identity through Takahashi Satoru’s blog

#koisenu futari #jdramaedit #jdramasource #asiandramanet #dailyasiandramas #asianlgbtqdramas #aromantic #asexual #aroace #aromantic asexual #koisenufutariedit #mine | all #mine | gifs #subs by: KaizenSubs #you can see but i am bawling my eyes out #NO BUT THE WAY HER FACE SHIFTED WHEN SHE TALKS ABOUT FINDING OUT ABOUT AROACES BECAUSE GOD I FELT THAT #THIS IS EPISODE ONE BRO EPISODE ONE #the way i didn't even know where to begin giffing until this scene

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 3 years

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words fall flat (like cymbals crashing)

A/N: apparently the only fic I have motivation to write anymore is for the Mandalorian. anyway, have this INCREDIBLY self-indulgent fic with aroace din djarin, aro cara dune, and a heaping helping of hurt/comfort and mandalorian culture. enjoy! (title is from Constellations by The Oh Hellos)

Summary: Cara checks up on Din after the events on Moff Gideon's Imperial cruiser. Problem is, neither are them are very good at talking about emotions- but Cara figures out how to comfort Din in their own way.

Warnings: emotional hurt/comfort, awkward conversations, sort-of coming out, platonic cuddling, hugs, implied crying, bittersweet/hopeful ending

Din was distant after the jedi- Luke kriffing Skywalker- had taken Grogu and then their little haphazardly put together rescue crew got back on Fett’s ship. Not that Din was all that reachable of a person to begin with, Cara noted. But now he was even more withdrawn, and he seemed almost fragile despite all the armor he wore. Cara was sure she’d never forget watching the way Din’s hands trembled as he put his helmet back on- kriff, he had shown his face. Cara didn’t actually see his face, just the back of a surprisingly curly head of hair (out of everything, she never pictured her stoic friend with curly hair). So on top of losing his kid and unwittingly earning the right to Mandalore’s throne, he had broken his code as well. Surely he was not as put together as his gruff, standoffish behavior implied.

Hence why Cara was more or less lurking in the shadows near where Din was sulking in the storage unit aboard the Slave I. Fett had advised to “let him alone, Marshal,” in that rough and indifferent-but-really-he-was-fooling-nobody tone of his. But Cara felt that the last thing that Din needed was more space from people he cared about, so she stepped out of the shadows and closer to where Din was sitting on top of a storage container. At first glance, she thought he was cleaning his weapons, but as she came closer she noticed he was fiddling with a small silver ball- the same one that Grogu had been so attached to. Then, strangely enough, he pressed the ball to his helmet, just above its visor and where his forehead would be beneath it. Cara suddenly felt like she was intruding, and from the way Din jolted and scrambled to put the ball in a pouch at his side, she definitely felt like an intruder.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” she started, but was cut off with a wave of Din’s hand.

“It’s fine. I’m- I’m glad it was you,” Din replied, sounding uncharacteristically shy. Cara smiled softly, walking closer and taking a seat next to him on the storage container.

“I just wanted to check in on you, after… everything,” Cara finished lamely. Din huffed out a breath that could have been a laugh, a sigh, a sob, or some mix of the three.

“Thank you. I- I’m- he’ll be safe. With the jedi,” Din said, sounding like he was more trying to convince himself than Cara. A chuckle escaped Cara’s lips, despite everything.

“Trust me, there is nowhere safer than with Luke Skywalker for Grogu. I never knew him personally, but the guy’s a rebel hero. It was his shot that destroyed the first Death Star, and he had a hand in overthrowing the Emperor and destroying the second Death Star. Plus I think his sister has a seat in the New Republic Senate now. The point is that he’s powerful, and that he has powerful allies. Grogu will be okay,” Cara assured him. Din let out another breath, and this time it was definitely a sigh.

“Thank you. That… that helps,” Din replied, sounding much more at ease than when Cara had first checked in on him.

“I’m glad,” Cara said, affectionately clapping him on his knee- and startled a bit when Din jumped at the touch.

“Sorry-”

“Don’t be, I guess I forgot that Mandalorians aren’t exactly touchy-feely people,” she interrupted him, giving him a soothing smile.

“And I am certainly no exception,” Din muttered under his breath, but as Cara was sitting so close to him, she heard it anyhow.

“What do you mean?” Cara asked, brow furrowed in confusion. Din swallowed nervously and seemed to shrink in on himself a bit, which would have been comical if every fiber of his being didn’t seem to be etched with embarrassment.

“I’ve… never really desired any sort of closeness. As teenagers, my fellow foundlings seemed to be interested in finding someone to be close with, but those sorts of desires never really occurred to me,” Din explained awkwardly.

“What sort of desires?” Cara asked with a raised eyebrow, somewhat understanding what he was getting at, but she wanted to be absolutely sure. Din fidgeted for a moment or two before making an irritated sound.

“I’ve never wanted any sort of intimacy or romance. Not even with Omera. Sure, the idea of having someone to come home to and start a family with sounds nice, but…” Din trailed off, sounding just as lost as when he had taken off his helmet to say goodbye to Grogu.

“But in reality it feels wrong,” Cara finished, understanding where he was coming from, at least a little bit. Sure, there were… ahem, other desires that were appealing to her, but romance? Definitely not her thing. Din’s head shot up at Cara’s words, struggling to form words of his own for a moment or two.

“You- yeah, that’s it,” he said, dumbfounded.

“I get how you feel- at least on the romance part. Although, uh, intimacy, as you put it... that I’m more down with. And I’m definitely more of a casually affectionate person than you,” Cara replied, cringing internally at her choice of words. This wasn’t something she really talked about a lot, and it felt like everything was coming out all jagged and lopsided. But fortunately, Din seemed just as out of his comfort zone as she was, and therefore didn’t mind.

“I mean, I don’t mind affection. It just surprises me, is all,” Din said sheepishly. Cara slowly reached out, gently grasping Din’s hand when he didn’t move to stop her. She gently rubbed her thumb in soothing circles on the back of Din’s hand, and he all but melted at the touch. Kriff, if this is how he reacted to some hand-holding, he’d probably implode if she ever tried to hug him.

“When’s the last time you’ve gotten a hug?” Cara blurted, startling Din out of his calm reverie.

“I… I mean, I would hug Grogu sometimes, but his arms are a little small to really hug back. He could always return a kov'nyn just fine though,” Din said fondly.

“Cove-what?” Cara asked, head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Kov’nyn. Sometimes it’s called a keldabe kiss. I had learned it from my Buir- the Mandalorian who found me and took me in. It can be a violent action, but I’ve mostly known it as an affectionate one. It… might be easier to show than to explain,” Din replied, seeming nervous again.

“Then go ahead and show me. If you want,” she said, hurriedly assuring him that she didn’t want to force him into anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Din took a deep breath, then reached out with his free hand and rested it on the nape of her neck, fingers gently tangling in her hair. He carefully pulled her forward until her forehead was resting against his. The moment her skin touched the cool beskar of his helmet, it felt like something had snapped into place- and dimly she realized this had been the same thing Din had done with Grogu’s silver ball.

“This is a keldabe kiss. It’s a form of greeting between Mandalorians and their loved ones,” Din said, shifting as if he was going to move away, but Cara grabbed his forearm with her free hand and halted his movements. Din let out a soft, almost broken sound, and Cara moved on pure instinct. She shifted closer and threw both arms around Din’s shoulders, now practically in his lap and forehead still learning against his helmet. Din responded in kind, one hand still firmly buried in the hair at the base of her neck, while his other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her entirely in his lap. He let out a shaky sigh that could have been a shallow sob, but Cara didn’t comment on it. If Din needed to be held as he cried, Cara was more than willing to do so for him.

The Marshal and the newfound Mand’alor had been absent from the cockpit for far too long, in Fett’s opinion. So he entrusted the controls to Fennec, and made his way to the storage unit that the Mand’alor had been hiding away in. The sight that greeted him, however, was one that he never would have predicted. The Mand’alor, looking incredibly vulnerable for a man in pure beskar armor, had the Marshal in his lap, holding her close as he leaned his helmet against her forehead in a keldabe kiss. Fett smiled in spite of himself. Whatever happened, whether Princess ended up with the Darksaber or not, Fett was glad that the current Mand’alor had someone he could rely on.

post-fic notes: this whole fic was an excuse to write aroace din, keldabe kisses, and platonic cuddling between a man and a woman. the aro cara just sorta snuck up on me, as well as boba fett being a caring and concerned pal. oh also i personally hc fett as being the type of person to not call people by their first name unless he has a strong bond with them (you can read his relationship with fennec here however you'd like, although i like them as just buddies). i also hc his reaction to din getting the darksaber as "oh you're the king now, cool"

anyway thanks for reading, also pls reblog cause validation is my lifeblood

#the mandalorian #din djarin #cara dune #grogu #luke skywalker #boba fett #fennec shand #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #sage writes

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years

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title: super cool

pairings: roceit, analogical, qpr remy/remus

summary: roman, who is a giant nerd, is pining after the most popular guy at school.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, anger, frustration, crying, a couple of sexual jokes (skip the tiny scene that starts with remy speaking), sympathetic deceit, remus, threats (as jokes), self-deprecation, lying, meddling with relationships, shame, brief humiliation, embarrassment, the briefest food mention, slight misunderstandings, awkward conversations, and possibly something else

a/n: this was commissioned by the wonderful, lovely @adultmorelikeadolt who suggested that i write this after complaining about not having any ideas on what to write. this definitely has room for a second part, so... maybe i’ll write another? idk. maybe if i get an idea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also yes i know that there are a ridiculous amount of ace and aro people in this fic but guess what? idgaf!!!! ace!roman and aroace!pat, remus, and remy are all great and i’d be an idiot if i didn’t add them all in. not to mention a little bit of enby!logan!!!! i’m in love with them all so i get to make the rules

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��Roman, stop being a fucking creep,” Virgil chided from his perch on Logan’s lap. He flicked an overcooked pea from his tray, which hit Roman square on the cheek.

“I am not being a creep,” Roman snapped, not taking his eyes off of the boy he was staring at. “I’m admiring.”

Logan quirked an eyebrow, shifting their gaze between Roman and the boy across the courtyard. “I’m almost certain that you’re being a creep.”

“You’re biased because you’re Virgil’s partner! That’s not fair at all,” Roman huffed. He turned to look at Patton. “I’m not being a creep, right?”

“Well...”

Roman gasped. He dramatically pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “I can’t believe I’ve been betrayed by all of my friends! I thought you cared about me, but I was horribly mistaken!”

“Maybe if you didn’t awkwardly stare at Damien during lunch, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Virgil suggested.

“Well, it’s not as if I could talk to him!” Damien Taylor was easily the most popular guy at Sanders High. There was no chance in hell that Roman Fairfield, resident history nerd and drama geek, could so much as stand within five feet of him, let alone strike up a conversation.

Patton rolled his eyes. “It isn’t illegal to talk to him, you know. Just compliment him on his dress or something.”

“It isn’t that easy,” Roman griped. Damien was just so cool. He was suave and charming and unbelievably handsome, and he wore whatever he wanted with the confidence of a million superstars, regardless of the style or if it showed off his vitiligo. Nearly every boy, girl, and nonbinary person either wanted to date him, be him, or befriend him. He was practically irresistible, and despite the attention that he was given, Damien preferred his small friend group of Remy Xander and Remus Adams. Roman was simply another admirer. He wasn’t anything special like Damien obviously wanted.

“Stop doing that,” Virgil said, tearing Roman from his thoughts.

“Stop what?”

“The whole brooding thing.” Virgil vaguely waved his hands around. “I can practically hear the self-hatred from here.”

“Oh, whatever, Danger Days,” Roman hissed. He crossed his arms and turned away, more upset than angry. There was a bit of shuffling behind him, and within a few moments, Virgil’s arms had wrapped around his middle in a comforting hug. His resolve quickly crumbled, and he leaned into his friend’s side.

“We love and support you always, Ro,” Virgil whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of Roman’s head. “You are incredible.”

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Despite Virgil’s sweet words at lunch, Roman felt anything but incredible.

He had stayed after class for forty minutes to chat with his teacher, which was pretty standard, but when he’d tried to turn his car on afterward, the engine refused to turn on. He had half a mind to call one of his friends to drive him home, but Virgil and Logan had mentioned earlier that they were going on a date, and Patton’s sister would be less than pleased to have to turn around to pick up one of her brother’s “weird friends.” So Roman was stuck, and he felt pretty damn shitty about it.

“Stupid car,” he muttered as he kicked angrily at one of his tires. “Stupid old car that’s held together by duct tape and safety pins!”

“You look upset,” someone said behind him, and Roman whipped around to find Damien standing there with Remy and Remus a few feet behind him, holding hands.

Oh, shit.

“Um, yeah, I guess. My car broke down, and all of my friends have left already.” He awkwardly gestured at the mostly-empty parking lot.

“I can help.” Damien walked around to the front of the car, waving Remy to follow. Roman absolutely did not stare as Damien’s yellow dress swirled around his legs like liquid sunshine. “I’m good at finding the problem, and Remy is just fantastic at the actual fixing.”

“Oh, um, thank you.”

Remy slid his shades into his hair with a bored expression. “It’s no problem, doll. Can you pop the hood for me?”

Roman nodded and did as he was told. While Damien and Remy poked around the engine, he sat on the pavement beside his car to watch. Remus, who had been explicitly told by Remy to not touch anything, searched for bugs in the grassy area a few feet away, occasionally making random, lewd comments to his QPP. Remy would retaliate by rolling his eyes and giving Remus the finger, and Damien seemed completely unfazed by their antics.

“So good news,” Damien said fifteen minutes after they had started. “I figured out what’s wrong.”

“And?”

“I can’t fix it,” Remy answered. He spouted off a bit of technical nonsense about how something had broken and would need to be replaced, which Roman didn’t get at all except for the underlying message that his car was still fucked up, and he still didn’t have a way to get home.

“Shit, okay.” Roman rubbed at his eyes in frustration. If he hadn’t been in the company of the three most popular kids at school, he probably would have started crying right then and there. “Okay. Thanks for trying to help.”

He heard the hood slam closed, followed by the retreating voices of Remus and Remy, but he still didn’t move. Hot tears started to well up in his eyes, and he internally kicked himself for feeling so upset. It wasn’t even that big of a deal that his car had broken down, yet he was crying like a baby. He sniffled and scrubbed harshly at his eyes. Thank god that Damien and his group had left already.

His momentary thankfulness, however, was shattered as crunching footsteps approached him. His eyes snapped open, and Damien was standing above him with his hand outstretched. Roman was caught between feeling shameful and confused.

“What are you doing?” he asked dumbly.

Damien rolled his eyes. “Attempting to help you up.”

“Why...?”

“Do I seriously need a reason to lend you a hand?” Impatience was starting to grow in his mismatched eyes, and Roman reached up before Damien decided that it wasn’t worth his time.

“Sorry, I just thought that you’d left with your friends,” Roman said, shoving his hands into his pockets as soon as he was on his feet.

“No, they...” Damien trailed off, looking in the direction that Remus and Remy had gone. “They have plans.”

“Oh. Well, thanks again for trying to help.”

“It’s no problem.” Roman could have sworn that an uncomfortable expression flashed over Damien’s face for a split second, but he unfalteringly continued, “Would you like a ride home?”

Roman’s eyes widened in shock. Damien Taylor was offering to drive him home. “You don’t have to, really--”

“Let me rephrase that. Would it be okay if I took you home? I would rather you not be stuck here for god knows how long.”

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck--

“Uh, yeah, sure. That’s fine.”

“Great,” Damien said, smiling gently. “My car isn’t very far.”

“Cool...”

They were silent for the whole twenty second walk to Damien’s car, but once they were sat down, Damien spoke up. “Why didn’t you call your friends to get you? I don’t know much about them, but I feel like they would have been happy to help.” He put odd emphasis on the word “friends,” but Roman brushed it off.

“Patton gets a ride from his sister, and I didn’t want to make her turn around to pick me up. Plus, I think she ‘blames’ me for Patton being aroace since I came out as ace to him, which led to him learning about that whole spectrum in the first place, so she probably would’ve been unpleasant about driving me home. I probably could’ve asked Logan no problem, but they said they were going on a date with Virgil this afternoon. I didn’t want to bother them.”

“Why would you be bothering them?”

Roman burst out laughing, but after a few seconds of Damien not joining in, he stopped. Damien’s brow was furrowed, and Roman realized that he was serious. “What do you mean? It’s a date.”

“Yeah. Aren’t you dating Logan and Virgil?”

“Oh,” Roman exhaled. “No, I definitely am not.”

“Oh,” Damien parroted. A dark blush appeared on his cheeks in clear embarrassment.

“It’s easy to make that mistake, though,” Roman rushed in an attempt to dispel the awkward feeling in the car. “I mean, Virgil is a very touchy-feely kind of guy, and Logan is obviously dating Virgil, so... It’s not a complete stretch to assume that I was dating them.”

Damien nodded mechanically. “Right, well... Where do you live?”

Roman told him his address, and the entire ride there was silent.

---

“I really don’t know why you’re so upset about it,” Remy drawled. “He’s single. Didn’t you want that?”

“Yes, but I made a complete idiot out of myself!” Damien groaned, flopping onto Remy’s bed.

Remus sat down next to him with an evil smirk. “Dami, you shoulda seen the way he looked at you when you walked past him. It was like he just wanted to reach up your skirt and--”

“I suggest that you stop talking if you want your heart to continue to beat.”

“Kinky!”

Remy glared at Remus and said, “Seriously, though. The guy looked like he was about to faint when you offered to help. I’m no expert in romantic attraction, but I think he’s into you.”

“He was probably intimidated by me like everyone else at this stupid school is!” Damien rolled over and pressed his face into a pillow. “He’s just so fucking pretty.”

“Well,” Remus laughed. “At least now that you’ve seen his pretty face up close, you’ll have ‘shower-nozzle mastur--’”

“REMUS!”

“God, you’re such a buzzkill!”

---

Patton peeked around the corner of the hallway again. Damien was packing up his things, and neither Remy nor Remus were in sight, which was ideal for Patton’s plan. He waited until Damien pulled the zipper shut on his backpack to run over, using the acting skills that he had learned from Roman to look scared and upset.

“Damien, oh my goodness, I need your help!”

The boy in question looked up, surprised. “Uh, what’s wrong?”

“I was in a practice room, and a spider just came out from nowhere, and no one else is around, and I need you to get rid of it for me!” Patton rushed, clinging to Damien’s arm like it was a raft. In reality, the only thing in the practice room was Roman, who was under the assumption that Patton was going to show up to play piano for him, but what was a little bit of meddling between friends?

Okay, so maybe Patton felt bad for meddling with Roman’s love life, but Roman had called him up the night before fretting over “messing everything up,” which was just absurd in Patton’s opinion. He shared a class with Damien, and the amount of times he’d caught glimpses of the popular boy doodling Roman’s name in his notebook was honestly bordering on an absurd number. Patton had two pining idiots on his hands, so since neither of them were going to make a move, Patton was simply going to... nudge them in the right direction.

“Oh, um, okay,” Damien said.

“Thank you so much!” Patton began to drag Damien to the practice room, talking the whole way there so he wouldn’t ask any questions. “It was so scary! I was just playing the piano, and this huge black spider started crawling on the top end keys! It just showed up out of nowhere like the big, scary, creepy-crawly death-dealer that it is! I’m so glad that you’re willing to help me, Damien. All of my stuff is in there--oh my gosh! What if it’s in my bag? That would be dreadful! Oh, here we are!”

They stood in front of the plain wooden door of the practice room. Patton grabbed Damien by the shoulders and gave him the most serious expression that he could muster. “Damien, I wish you the best of luck in your task. However, if you are taken by the spider, I will not help you.”

“O-okay...?”

“Great! Thanks again!” Patton chirped as he flung the door open, pushed Damien inside, and pulled it shut again. He took out the keys that he had borrowed from the band teacher and locked the door, silently hoping that Roman would forgive him after everything.

---

Roman looked up, shocked to see Damien stumble through the door of the practice room, who looked equally surprised to see him. “Um, hello?”

“Hi.”

“Why are you in here?”

Damien awkwardly looked back to the door. “Uh, your friend Patton told me that there was a spider that he needed me to kill in here.”

“He must have been mistaken. I’ve been in here since school let out, and he told me he was running late to meet here--” Roman cut himself off in realization. Oh, that son of a bitch! “Patton lied.”

“What?”

Roman stood from the piano bench, striding to the door. He tried the knob, and like he had suspected, it didn’t budge. “He tricked us into the practice room!” He kicked the door in frustration.

Damien looked very confused and alarmed. “Why would he do that?”

“Because I have a crush on you, and that bastard is trying to get me to confess--” He clamped his hand over his mouth in horror as he realized what he was saying. To escape the disapproving glare that Damien was bound to give him, Roman turned away, hugging his arms round his waist. He could feel heat pricking at the corners of his eyes in the tell-tale sign that he was ready to bawl his eyes out. It would be super cool of him to cry in front of Damien twice. Not weird at all.

“You... have a crush on me?”

“Don’t,” Roman choked out. “Just forget I said anything.”

Damien shifted around behind him, and a hand gently landed on his shoulder. “Roman, will you please look at me?”

Slowly, he turned his head to look at the other boy, painfully aware of the redness of his eyes and nose and cheeks. There was a softness in Damien’s gaze, and Roman was only able to keep his mouth pressed into a firm line for the few moments that led up to Damien’s hand moving to cup his face.

“I, um... I actually have a crush on you, too.”

Roman felt like all of the air had been sucked out of his lungs. “Really?”

“Yeah. I really, really do.”

They smiled at each other for a few moments when the lock on the door clicked. Roman took Damien’s hand that wasn’t on his face and said, “How about we get out of here and talk about things over coffee?”

Damien grinned. “I think that sounds great.”

#sanders sides fic #roceit #analogical #qpr remy/remus #m writes things #roman sanders #ts deceit #sympathetic deceit #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ts remus #logan sanders

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Mamihlapinatapai

This follows my Untitled: “Last Gasp” Inspired piece from last year, so it’s set in mid March-ish 2018. It also fills the “Mutual Pining” square on my CM Bingo card.

WC: Almost 1,900

Notes: Taylor and Jaime are two of McKinley’s bandmates. They will appear in an earlier set fic that I haven’t finished yet 😏

Mamihlapinatapai is a Yagan (of the Nyungar people) word which means, “the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start.”

—–

“Congrats, guys!” McKinley exclaimed, raising her glass. “The Dream Team is back together and Barnes has retreated to her office to lick her wounds. All is as it should be.”

“Cheers!” everyone toasted, laughing against their professional judgement.

JJ slid into the seat next to McKinley.

“It feels great to come back home,” Emily sighed, soaking in the sunset view from Rossi’s back yard.

McKinley sipped her Scotch, tapping the table suddenly when something occurred to her.

“Spencer, how ever will you tell your students you’ll no longer be teaching full-time?” Her hand flew to her heart. “Your fan club will be absolutely devastated, poor things,” she smirked, sounding anything but sympathetic.

Spencer almost choked on his wine. “Oh God, no,” he started, but just then Garcia joined them at the table.

“What’s this about fan club stuff? Are you planning costumes for a convention?” she asked.

Spencer buried his face in his hands and grumbled something that sounded like ‘piece of meat.’

McKinley stole a bit of Penelope’s Mai-tai before continuing. “No cons, Penny, unless you think dozens of shrieking harpies only there to drool over the male lead qualifies as a ‘convention.’”

Emily leaned around JJ. “Well, that piqued my interest. Go on.”

Spencer moaned, his voice muffled behind his palms.

“Nearly one hundred people came to his lecture this week,” McKinley stated. “They’ve become very popular…with the ladies.”

“Wow! Spence, that’s great,” JJ congratulated him, though she had a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Yeah, Boy Wonder,” Penelope chimed in. “Why the bashfulness?” She’d had a few drinks and was a bit slow on the uptake.

McKinley rolled her eyes. “Penny, bubeleh, most of them weren’t there to learn,” she emphasized, staring pointedly at Spencer.

Penelope started to cotton on. “Oh,” she grinned. “You’re saying that they-”

“Got it baaad, got it baaad, got it baaad. They’re hot for teacher. Ow!”

Emily wolf-whistled as JJ stretched over the table to ruffle Spencer’s hair.

He finally reemerged, his face beet-red, though he appeared annoyed rather than angry.

“Ley, tell us more about these fangirls,�� Garcia demanded, bouncing in anticipation. “Give us the deets.”

McKinley glanced at Spencer, who shrugged, apparently resigned to the good-natured ribbing.

“Do y’all remember The Bimbettes from Beauty and the Beast?” she asked, “and the “I Love You Eyelid Girl” from Raiders of the Lost Ark?”

Penelope giggled into her drink. “That bad, huh?”

“Ugh, worse,” groaned McKinley, now buzzed and losing her filter. “Both of those things cranked up to eleven.”

She rested her elbows on the table, imitating everything the students had done. “They weren’ listenin’ to a thang he said. They twirled their hair, got all doe-eyed and constantly ‘Ooohed’ and ‘Aaahed.’ Talk about flirtin’ up a storm. I swear a few of ‘em drooled.”

“You don’t say,” Emily snickered.

“It was disgusting. Those girls made such asses of themselves. I felt bad for ‘em really.”

“Uh-huh,” JJ chuckled, sounding unconvinced.

“No, honestly! They just would not back down. They stalked us through the hallway. I was worried they were gonna eat ‘im alive!” McKinley cried as she fluffed Spencer’s hair. “I had to keep Skindiana Jones here safe.”

“I uh, I don’t recall them stalking us,” Spencer interjected, “and I still don’t understand why women always-”

“Spence, read. the book. we gave you!”

“Seriously! This has happened on so. many. cases.”

“Yeah! Remember Lila Archer?”

McKinley whipped her head around. “Wait, what? Lila Archer the actress?”

“Yeah,” replied JJ. “Lila was a stalking victim 12 years ago. Spence stayed at her house. She pulled him into her pool and they made out.”

“Oh, she’s very pretty. I imagine that must’ve been quite something!”

“Don’t forget all the working ladies who hit on him,” Emily added.

“And the bartender who flirted with him,” slurred Penny.

Spencer shook his head. “Women go for guys like Morgan or Alvez, not me.”

McKinley frowned. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume that right there is false modesty. It’s not though, and that makes me sad.”

“I’m weird.”

“Weird should be a compliment,” McKinley countered.

“I ramble a lot-”

“Some find it endearing.”

“-about things nobody’s interested in.”

“I’m interested…”

But Spencer wasn’t paying attention.

“My hair’s too long…”

“It suits you, Spencer.”

“I dress like an eighty-year-old man.”

McKinley scrunched her face in amusement. “Yeah, like I said the other day, I’m fairly certain the whole tenured professor look is their kink. Face it, Pretty Boy: yer eye candy.”

Spencer grimaced and hoisted himself up from his chair.

“No, don’t go!” McKinley pleaded, loosely grabbing his forearms. “We’ll stop now, right guys?”

“Of course.”

“Sure.”

“Fine, I’ll zip my perfect, rosy lips.”

Spencer eyed them warily before lowering himself back down. As he drained his glass, McKinley resumed her elbows-on-table pose, feigning innocence.

“I do have one question for you though, Doctor.”

He arched an eyebrow. “What might that be?”

McKinley fiddled with his tie, unknotting it. “I’m worried about my grade in your class. T-t-t-teacher, can you see me after school?”

Spencer sputtered, blushing furiously, then jerked his tie out of her hand and stormed off as dignified as possible.

“I think of all the education that I missed,” she called after him, gesturing for the others to join her. They chorused, “But then my homework was never quite like this!”

They all dissolved into fits of laughter, although McKinley’s quickly dissipated.

“Shit, he’s my ride home. That’s gonna be awkward.”

Emily cleared her throat. “So, how long have you been in love with Reid?”

“I – what?” McKinley squeaked. “I’m not in love with Spencer! What gave you that idea?”

“That show you put on just now. Plus, I saw you two on my porch the other day. I have security cameras…with audio,” Emily admitted.

“Anyway, you’ve looked at each other differently for a while now. You act differently towards each other too. Maybe bringing up the lecture is your subconscious telling you that you two have evolved beyond friendship.”

McKinley shook her head. “Emily, we haven’t known each other long enough for that.”

“Granted, five months is fast,” said Tara, who’d slid into the table unnoticed, “but you’ve spent a lot of his sabbatical and regular time outside work together. Simply put? The quality of your and his friendship could well outweigh the length.”

“And the way you talked about those students?” JJ added. “You called them shrieking harpies and you sounded ready to rip them apart. I mean, I believe that they drooled over Spence, but you laid it on kind of thick. Was it all about keeping him safe, or was it also you telling them to back off?”

That had McKinley stumped. She remembered silently mocking the girls’ behavior, and how she smugly whispered, “It’s never gonna happen,” effectively saying Spencer was out of their league. What stood out the most was how she stared them down as she linked arms with him, deriving satisfaction from their…jealousy?

“Did I deliberately taunt them?” McKinley wondered to herself.

She recalled a sensation of hackles raising. There was no polite way to word it.

“I was marking my territory.”

McKinley had a sudden desire to take a shower.

Her feelings had undoubtedly shifted, but she had no frame of reference for them. And that frightened her.

She switched tactics. “Don’t forget that I’m aroace, guys. I don’t experience romantic or sexual attraction.”

Garcia popped up from her phone, where she’d been hunting down the ‘perfect first date venue.’ “You talk a lot about how sexy and pretty guys are, though. I’ve caught you staring at many a tuchus. What’s that about?” she winked.

McKinley cut eyes at her. “I’m asexual, Penny, not blind. I admired the Venus de Milo too, but I didn’t wanna hump it either.”

“Y’know, I used to identify as bi,” Penelope replied. “I was in my late twenties before I knew that I’m pan. It’s only for you to say but, it might be worth considering demi identities.”

That struck a chord with McKinley. It would require a lot of unpacking her emotions, but it was definitely worth considering.

…

Spencer stole glimpses at McKinley as he drove her home. She was drumming a beat on the armrest. He chuckled; she always did that while deep in thought.

Stopping at a light pulled her from her reverie. “Thank you for driving me home,” she said rather meekly.

“You’re welcome. Never take Uber or Lyft.” He coughed nervously. “You know, because it’s not the safest mode of transportation. Half of our cases start that way,” he joked.

McKinley grinned. “You’re an absolute prince for doing this, especially since I’m a rotten friend.”

Spencer’s jaw dropped. “No, you’re not! Is this about the lecture? Because it’s nothing the team hasn’t teased me about before.”

“Yeah, but I shoulda known they’d take the piss,” she whined, kicking her legs grumpily, “and I went too far with the song. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you,” he assured her as he stepped on the gas. “Although, I’d like to point out that I’ve never once brought up the men who hit on you at bars.”

“True,” McKinley breathed, playing with a loose thread on her blouse. “But that seems to have died down at O’Keeffe’s recently.”

Spencer pressed his lips together, eyes fixed on the road. She eyed him suspiciously.

“You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” she prodded him.

“Think fast.”

“It’s probably the team’s presence. Most of the regulars know who we are.”

Fortunately, she accepted his suggestion. “Yeah, that’s feasible.”

“Truth is I shoved my credentials in their faces once or twice,”he confessed silently.

“When that doesn’t work, I step between you and them while flashing my revolver, but I’m not owning up to any of that.”

Spencer parked in Taylor and Jaime’s driveway and walked McKinley to her tiny house in the backyard. Boogie bolted out to greet them, tail wagging vigorously.

At her door, she twisted around for a final goodnight, surprised to find Spencer standing so near. He raised his hand and combed his fingers through her hair.

“Cherry blossom,” he explained, showing the pale pink flower in his hand. Spencer reached up again, brushing hair out of her eyes, lingering this time.

McKinley found herself tilting her head into his hand.

“Please don’t stop playing with my hair. Is this what he feels when I play with his? Am I blushing? Is he blushing? What’s that look he’s giving me? Affection? Is that how I look at him? I wish he’d say something. I should say something, but I can’t speak. My heart’s pounding. What’s wrong with me? I never have trouble talking to Spencer. How can someone make me flustered and relaxed at the same time?”

Spencer moved even closer. “Ley, I was wondering -”

“Bork!”

They sprang apart, the spell broken, to see Boogie dancing impatiently. He jumped, placing his paws on Spencer’s thighs.

“Hey buddy, I’m not ignoring you,” he promised as he scratched the dog’s ears.

Satisfied, Boogie pushed open the door and stared expectantly at McKinley.

Spencer retreated down the stairs. “I should be going. Good night, Ley,” he said, the slightest note of disappointment in his voice.

“Night, Spencer. Text me when you get home?”

“Always,” he smiled up at her, stepping backwards towards the fence and through the gate.

—–

@illegalcerebral @dreatine @cynbx @cmbingo

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#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x oc #cmbingo19

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Log Date 7 15 2 S2E26

To celebrate pride month, let's talk about some wlw/aroace solidarity!

This episode shows some excellent character development for both Garnet and Peridot, with bits of foreshadowing that don’t pay off until Change Your Mind. (Also just as a note, I understand that Aroace!Peridot is a headcanon, one that I personally really relate to because of this episode. I’m not trying to dump on any ships by talking about it this way.)

The episode starts with Peridot having an utter meltdown over betraying Homeworld and insulting Yellow Diamond to her face. She alternates between utter glee and terror at what she’s done, recording her thought about being a “traitorous clod” on a handheld recorder and playing it back incessantly. Steven is trying to talk with her to help her calm down. He asks if she’s going to be alright and she cheerfully yells “No!”. It’s beautiful. She ends up tossing her recorder and Garnet is there to catch it. Garnet offers it back but Peridot has slipped into a mania, wanting nothing to do with the recorder and it’s record of her decent into madness. Garnet carries her off to go calm down while Peridot wonders where she’d add Crystal Gem Stars to her outfit, leaving Steven to wonder when Garnet and Peridot started becoming friends, seeing how Peridot was rather rude about Garnet’s fusion and relationship earlier. We finally got to see the stars, btw. In Change Your Mind, 3 seasons later.

Steven starts listening to Peridot’s log, which goes back about a week to when he first gave it to her. She expresses contempt but ultimately keeps it and starts recording updates on what she’s experiencing on Earth. Also, she stops calling Steven “The Steven”.

Peri Fangs <3

Peridot starts making a study of organic life on Earth, noting how insects like ladybugs can fly. She wonders if all life on Earth can fly. She decides to sneak up on Greg while he’s patching a hole in the barn roof and pushes him off. Garnet, thanks to her future vision, is there to catch him. Garnet scolds Peridot for being reckless but also asks Greg to be forgiving as Peridot doesn’t understand life on Earth yet. Peridot is annoyed by Garnet, still calling her a perma-fusion.

Peridot is then assigned the chore of cleaning up the barn, and in the process finds little green martian boxers. She marvels at appearance modifiers not melded to your body and tries them on, obviously liking the little green alien design. Garnet catches her and compliments her find. Peridot panics and rips the boxers off again. To celebrate her 1 month-aversary on Earth, Steven gifts Peridot with stilts made from coffee cans. She brushes him off rather rudely but later on spends the night pretending to show them off in front of the other Gems. She is slowly adapting to things on Earth. She tries to teach herself humor with a joke book. Next, Steven introduces her to the Camp Pining Hearts sitcom drama. She initially doesn’t understand the romantic expressions of Percy and Paulette but after rewatching the episode repeatedly for almost 3 days straight, is able to explain with in-depth subtext analysis about why Percy and Pierre is the ideal match. Sometime during Peridot’s explanation, Garnet shows up and demonstrates her approval while Steven looks nonplussed. It’s so funny to see Peridot get worked up over maybe 45 minutes worth of a tv show while Steven just gets annoyed by her antics about it. Considering Steven is the one who watched Crying Breakfast Friends all the time earlier in the show. Also, Percy and Paulette seem to be foreshadowing Yellow and Blue fighting in CYM. Percy has a yellow diamond patch on his shirt, and a spiky updo of blond hair while Paulette has long billowy hair and blue teardrops on her bandana. She’s crying and asking why they have to fight, while Percy maintains that it’s a color war so they have to fight. This very much echoes Blue’s emotional responses and Yellow’s logical consideration of White’s rules above her own emotions.

The next entry on the log shows Peridot talking about hanging out with the Gems while working on the drill. Amethyst is goofing off, shape shifted as Lion to spook Peridot. Peridot questions why she would use shapeshifting so frivolously. Amethyst shifts into Peridot to mimic her and Peridot is at least a little impressed. She then asks that Amethyst shift into a chicken so Peridot can understand the chicken crossing the road joke better. Pearl does her best to join the pun game, which Peridot appreciates, even if she’s not terribly impressed by the humor. She still doesn’t understand Garnet’s quiet demeanor but she’s getting better at interacting with the crystal gems.

Later in the evening, Pearl and Amethyst fuse into Opal in order to pick up the drill head. Peridot is confused at another cross gem fusion and demands an explanation from Garnet about why she’s fused if she’s not using her combined talents as a tactical advantage. Garnet says she’s star gazing and invites Peridot to join her. Peridot grumbles that you can do that alone and Garnet says she doesn’t want to be alone.

Garnet points out Homeworld’s galaxy to Peridot. She then remarks that they are very different and she appreciates that. Peridot is confused. Garnet then offers to help Peridot understand fusion by fusing with her. Peridot literally falls out of her seat in shock at the idea. Garnet is respectful, saying it’s okay if Peridot isn’t ready and doesn’t want to fuse. Peridot instead agrees to try. She runs to get her stilts while Garnet sets up a record player. Peridot is a bit hesitant but starts to dance with Garnet. However, she backs out at the last second, saying she can’t do it. And Garnet doesn’t push the issue. Instead, she’s proud of Peridot for attempting to understand her. Peridot yells that she still doesn’t understand and outright asks why Garnet stays fused all the time. Garnet simply replies that she’s Percy and Pierre and suddenly it all clicks for Peridot.

The last log entry is Peridot and Garnet recording together, Peridot explaining that she has come to a better understanding of Garnet as an individual and Garnet telling Steven that he shouldn’t have listened to Peridot’s diary log, but he should probably give it back now. Garnet and Peridot walk back over just then and they all share a thumbs up.

As I said at the beginning, this episode shows a great example of solidarity. Garnet is the depiction of wlw. She’s iconic and a huge fan of fusion as an expression of relationships of all kinds. Fostering relationships is her thing after it's revealed that she’s a fusion. Sapphire and Ruby know oppression and found refuge on Earth. Garnet sees Peridot coming to terms with what it means to live on Earth, and she’s super supportive even though Peridot is incredibly rude about everything she is. Peridot is confused by fusion, especially in the context of Garnet. Garnet is willing to be patient with Peridot and respects her boundaries. Peridot doesn’t end up fusing, and that’s okay because her attempt to understand Garnet was enough. Peridot’s relationship with fusion is coded much like an aroace person’s experience with romantic love and sex. It just doesn’t make sense. Maybe if you’re trying to make a kid but why would you want to be in that kind of close interpersonal relationship all the time? She doesn’t get fusion and Garnet shows her that she doesn’t need the experience to respect those who do use fusion to express their relationships. This is the kind of love and support that everyone deserves and it is amazing to see this show dedicate a whole episode to exploring how people of varying identities can respect and support each other.

#su #steven universe #log date 7 15 2 #peridot #garnet #su analysis #su rewatch #aroace #cartoon

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fia-bonkginya · 6 years

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right now i’m really wanting a trans (or maybe he/him agender? i just associate green with him for some reason) joaquin i love him so much also aroace joaquin? perfect. i’m just out here lovin joaquin rn he’s great i’m so proud of him -lulu

i love joaquin and i love this hc and i got inspired so? enjoy this thing, featuring trans ace/greyromantic joaquin still bein friends with taako post s&s and also bonding with lup

(and no i’m not projecting my issues onto Joaquin what are you talking about)

“I just, I don’t know what to do, alright? What am I supposed to do in this situation? I don’t know how to handle this, I don’t know what to say, I don’t know how they’ll respond if I do say something, I…” Joaquin sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Sorry, sorry, you probably don’t need to hear about this.”

“My dude,” Taako says, barely looking up from filing his nails, “I have been waiting for you to talk about some kind of romantic interest for fucking ages.”

“Yeah,” Joaquin says, rolling his eyes, “but I’m not actually, like, doing anything about it.”

“Well then do something,” Taako says, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world, which it probably is for him. “I mean, come on, saying something the second time we met worked pretty well for me and Krav, right?”

“Yeah, okay, but you’re… you’re Taako from TV! You’re a pretty big deal!”

“And you, my friend.” Taako points the nail file at him, and Joaquin flinches for a second before remembering that they can’t actually make physical contact. “You got wizard powers and saved the world.”

Joaquin blushes. He’s always hated talking about that day- yes, it was amazing, and meeting Taako and saving his friends was the best, but it’s… embarrassing. He’s not used to people staring at him, wanting to meet him. “And, honestly, that’s part of the problem,” he finally says. “They’re super cute, right? Like. Holy shit. Super cute. And they come to the truck almost every day, and my bro says that they only come when I’m working, so they’ve figured out my schedule, which might��mean they’re interested, but at this point lots of people do that! I’m famous, somehow! People want to meet me! So maybe they’re just, I don’t know, a big fan?”

Taako sets his file down and picks up a bottle of nail polish. “Well, you’ll never know if you keep thinking so much. Just, I don’t fuckin know, write your number on a napkin next time they order a taco.”

“Yeah, but like, what if they don’t like me back? What if they laugh?”

“What if who laughs?” comes a voice, and Taako turns around.

“Oh, hey,” he says, talking to someone that Joaquin can’t see through the annoyingly small window of their frying pan/mirror communication. “Just talking to Joaquin about his romantic failures.”

“Oh, sick!” the voice responds, and it sounds familiar in a way that Joaquin can’t quite place. “Can I finally meet this dude?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Taako says, and the field of view shifts as he apparently hands the mirror off to whoever just entered the room.

Joaquin holds in a gasp as he finds himself staring at a face that is almost identical to Taako’s. “Oh, my god,” he says, trying (and probably failing) to stay cool. “Uh, hey, um, you’re, uh, probably Lup, right?”

“Yeah, man,” she responds, and she’s grinning, and Joaquin feels like he might pass out. “So what are we talkin about here?”

“Um,” Joaquin starts, trying to remember what it is they were talking about. “Um, there’s a really cute person who keeps buying tacos from me and I kind of really want to date them but I also super don’t know how.”

Lup’s smile, if possible, gets bigger. “Well lucky for you I stopped by. This dingus you’ve been talking to has never had problems just immediately confessing to any guy he thought was hot.”

“And it always worked!” Taako responds from out of view, and Lup rolls her eyes.

“Anyway. I get it, man. Asking people out is hard. It took Barry and I, what, like 40 years to figure it out?”

“Yeah, 40 years of absolutely disgusting pining and not listening to your brother.”

“The point is,” Lup says, cutting Taako off, “I get it.”

Joaquin sighs. “I just, I don’t know, this is all super new for me, and there are so many things to be worried about! I’ve never had a crush on anyone before, so I don’t know how things are supposed to work out. And, like, how do I know if they even like guys? And if they do, how do I know if they’ll, um, y’know…”

“Like you?” Lup finishes.

“Yeah,” Joaquin responds. “It just feels like there are too many things that could go wrong. Plus I’m super complicated, and who knows if they’d want to deal with that? Not everyone can get past the ace thing and the trans thing.”

“And if they can’t,” Lup says, and her face is serious, “then they’re a fucking idiot and you don’t want to date them anyway.”

Joaquin feels himself starting to smile. “When you and Barry finally started talking, were you, um, worried about that kind of stuff?”

“Sure,” Lup shrugs, “a little bit. But at that point, I was pretty chill with risking it. I love Barry a lot, and I knew I had to say something.”

“I think, um, I should get to know them a little bit maybe? Gods, I don’t even know their name, so maybe I should start there.”

The view suddenly shifts as Taako apparently grabs the mirror back. “My dude, you didn’t tell me that you don’t even know their name! Even I figured out Krav’s name before anything else!”

Joaquin groans, resisting the urge to put his head in his hands. “Okay, yes, I get it, I don’t know how to romance.”

“But you’re learning!” Lup says. “You better update Taako so he can update me if anything happens, got it?”

“Yeah, got it,” Joaquin says, that smile creeping back onto his face again. “Um, thanks, by the way.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything,” Taako says with a grin, and Joaquin can hear Lup laugh.

“Barry and Krav are gonna be expecting dinner when they get home,” Lup says, her voice starting to fade, and Joaquin guesses that she’s leaving the room.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it,” Taako replies, waving her off.

“It was cool meeting you, Joaquin!” she shouts, and Joaquin is fully grinning now.

“It was cool meeting you, too!” he shouts back.

Taako points at him. “Don’t start thinking my idiot sister is cooler than me, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah, got it,” Joaquin says, holding in a laugh. “I’ve got a work in a few minutes, and it seems like you’re busy too, so I’ll talk to you again at some point?”

“Sure,” Taako says, picking up his nail polish. “Good luck.”

Joaquin smiles as the image disappears from his frying pan.

#anonymous #ask me #lulu #taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #balance #joaquin #taako #lup #fic #mine #i LOVE joaquin #aaa sorry this isn't exactly what you said but?#hopefully you'll like it #i just. i got inspired and this is what i thought of #anxieties about dating when you're ace and not cis!!!#woohoo!!!

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Ace Discourse, Here We Go

So. *rubs hands together* I decided it’s time for me to break into the discourse. Largely inspired by recent happenings on @highkingfen‘s blog. I’m going to bring some theory into this so we can understand why people are so invested in this.

But first, since the first line of attack always seems to be aimed at people’s identities, I’m gonna go ahead and state mine right now: I’m transmasc nonbinary, gray aroace, and sensually, aesthetically, and platonically attracted to all genders. I’m also not able bodied, so I want you to understand the physical toll getting involved in this debate means for me, so that you know I am invested in this discussion. I apologize in advance for any errors, although I think I caught them all. (Long post, so I put it under the cut)

I will use queer in this post because I am queer.* Let’s start with some basic politics of sex, then work our way into queer politics, and then bring it back around to aceness.

In 1984, anthropologist Gayle Rubin wrote an essay called “Thinking Sex: Notes for a Radical Theory of the Politics of Sexuality,” in which she argued that feminism could not take on sexuality theoretically or politically (she was writing in the midst of the feminist porn wars), but that we needed a distinct politics of sexuality. The part that strikes me as most relevant here is when she describes her theory of the sexual hierarchy.

(While this does not include asexuality, it is fair to say that asexuality can fall behind some of these walls too, because it is not accepted. Underlying the category of “good” sex is the assumption that people will be having sex, so asexual people are a threat to this social order that requires that people have “good” sex to reproduce itself.) I highly recommend you read this article, but I am mainly using it here for the visual. Walls are high, and I would say most people cannot just scale a wall all by themselves. So the way we get around this is to throw each other under the bus, to mix my metaphors. In order to cross the line into “good” and acceptable behavior, people have to step on others, push them further down, to advance themselves (instead of, say, just destroying the walls). It looks a little like “we’re exactly like you, we just love each other, we want to get married, we want to be normal. They’re the ones having public sex, turning tricks on the streets, flaunting their sexuality, etc.”** Anything that buys into the normative narrative gets you a little closer to the “good” side of the wall.

Now, I’m sort of rambling, but I promise I have a point. That point is that while asexuality may seem diametrically opposed from Rubin’s list of “bad” sex, it actually is theoretically and politically very similar. Society needs people to have sex to keep itself alive, but it just wants people to have the “right” sex. In a biopolitical way (see part five of the book linked), queer sex is just as threatening as no sex at all. The state is highly invested in controlling their population and regulating its function. This is why "Hyposexual Desire Disorder” appears in the DSM IV (It now appears split into separate disorders for males and females, which I won’t even get to, and now contains the caveat that it isn’t a disorder if someone identifies as asexual). So, improvement, right? Not quite. It still fits into the long history of queer identities and people being pathologized by medical and psychiatric authorities. Our cultural institutions acknowledge the danger asexuality poses to the social order alongside its other queer counterparts.

So, I’m counting that as my theoretical evidence that ace people belong in the queer community and moving on a little bit. One of the critiques I see of including ace people in the community is that asexuals aren’t discriminated against enough to be counted. First, see my very brief discussion of pathologization above. Second, the “cishet asexuals pass as heterosexual, so they don’t experience oppression” argument misses the point. I assume most people in this community understand why heteronormativity hurts. The assumption that you are straight when you’re not hurts. And that’s exactly what this is. The assumption that you’re straight, and that you are sexually attracted to people. And it hurts, except now it’s our supposed community that’s telling us we’re straight even after we say over and over that we’re not. Asexual is by definition not heterosexual. Three, the microagressions: lol you’re asexual, does that mean you reproduce like a plant? Don’t worry, you’ll find the right person some day (remind anyone of “but wait how do lesbians even have sex?” or “don’t worry, you’ll find the right (‘opposite’ gender) one day”?). We can acknowledge that microagressions are bad in other areas, so why can’t we admit that it’s true for ace-spec people too? Four, “corrective” therapy and/or sexual assault happen to us because of our orientations too. Even though I could go on and on, I’ll stop there. Just check my “ace discourse” tag for more. Or don’t. It’s exhausting stuff.

Another critique I see is that this somehow plays into the desexualization of gay people. People who are attracted to their own gender will be hypersexualized or desexualized by straight society as their politics call for.*** It is not asexuals’ fault that people cannot conceptualize the difference between asexuality and desexualization. Asexuality is an identity. Desexualizing someone is an act of perception and political understanding.

Additionally, asexuality is newer (not in concept, but in public visibility) than other queer orientations, and yet no one seems to want to remember that each of those past orientations had to go through the same thing, fighting to be seen as real and not pathological or unhealthy. Sure, we don’t have a legal fight in the same way that homosexual and trans people do, but that is mostly because a lot of people have no idea we exist. I’m going to point you to AVEN for an asexual history, because they’ll do a much better job than me.

Finally, simply this: it is not your job to decide who counts as queer “enough” to be in the community. Another thing we tend to forget when having this argument is that identities shift all the time. It’s politically important when dealing with the straight world to be able to say “it’s not a phase!” But sometimes, your identities shift, and that’s okay. I thought all sorts of things about who I was before I figured myself out, and I’ll probably end up somewhere a little different from where I am now. It is not so cut and dry. People can come out while they’re still questioning, and then realize that they were wrong and are really something else. Some people can be solid in an identity for years, and then start to think maybe there’s something more to it. And that is okay. What’s the point of saying we’re queer if we are just recreating the exact same structures and hierarchies and expectations that we faced in straight society? There is no need for gatekeeping here. I realized I was ace only two years ago, and started to question whether I was aromantic only a year ago. And guess what. I’m still not entirely sure who I am. But that’s fine. It’s okay to explore yourself. You don’t have to be locked into one category forever. Asexuals are not straight, and they are and should be welcome in queer spaces.

*While this should probably be covered in another post, I want to point out how intentional my use of the word is. Queer and LGBT are different concepts, in my mind. See my “queer discourse” tag for some history and theory that others have contributed. Also, read Queers Read This! to get a sense of the approach I take. For now, I will just say that queer has a historical and political meaning that grew as it diverged from the lesbian and gay movement (which was half-heartedly tacking the B and the T to the end of their name) in the ‘90s. Queer as a concept has a much higher capacity to be inclusive of ace-spec identities, because it defines itself and prides itself in its difference from the norm rather than its attempts at being normal. **For a much better discussion of this concept than I can provide here, Michael Warner’s book The Trouble With Normal is excellent, and I highly recommend it.

***Besides, the mainstream movement intentionally desexualized themselves to be acceptable to the straights. The more mainstream turn in our politics was essentially to de-sex gayness. That’s where things such as “love is love” and the gay marriage court cases came from. These were very effective political attempts to play into the normative “good” sex narrative, and distance themselves from all those bad queers doing the things on the other side of Rubin’s walls. Again, I’m going to point you to The Trouble With Normal, even though it’s almost twenty years old, because it just so brilliantly addresses all of this.

ETA: Michael Warner does talk about sex as being essential to queerness, specifically because he is writing his book in response to the desexualization of gay politics. I do not read this as an argument that asexual people aren’t queer, because I don’t think he is trying to account for our existence in this book, and it seems likely that he wasn’t thinking about us at all (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, because it’s not what he set out to do with his book, and I’m fine with that. You’ve gotta narrow down your scope to something manageable, and he already has a huge topic to address).

#long post #ace discourse #queer discourse #queer #ace #e's endless rambling #i'm tired and in pain #but i had to get this out of my system #I'm too exhausted for this bs #gatekeeping #happy pride month everybody #with just a hint of sarcasm #and frustration #i don't know if any of this made sense #but i hope it does something meaningful for someone somewhere #aromantic #asexuality #asexual #The Discourse™

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Your Fallout and Overwatch OCs? Null, Nos, Zed, 16, Mihail, Cain, Ainsley, Morgan?

this is gonna get really fuckin long so answers under the cut

skipping some i don’t feel like doing cause i’m low on time

1: What’s your OCs favorite color?

Null: Red

Nos: Green

Zed: Orange

16: Gray

Mihail: Gold

Cain: Green, orange

Ainsley: Blue, pink

Morgan: Orange

2: Where does your OC work?

Null: He does merc stuff alongside Mac

Nos: Nowhere in particular, but he used to help out as a casino in New Vegas

Zed: They’re just wandering

16: He’s a courier that’s also kinda like a hired gun

Mihail: Talon

Cain: Overwatch

Ainsley: Overwatch, also a detective place

Morgan: Talon

3: What’s your OCs favorite food?

Null: This stuff that’s ground beef and mashed potatoes, but he hasn’t been able to really have it in literally ages due to the Commonwealth having much different food

Nos: Anything edible when he’s hungry enough, really

Zed: They originally don’t really need to eat, but they like sweets a lot

16: Any kind of fruit if he can find some that are edible

Mihail: Steak

Cain: Lemon-lime stuff

Ainsley: Raspberries

Morgan: Some kind of soup

5: How old is your OC?

Null: 22 (technically 232)

Nos: 34

Zed: Looks early to mid 20s, actually about 102

16: 30 (nv), 36 (4)

Mihail: 38

Cain: 25

Ainsley: 21

Morgan: 32

8: What are some of your OCs strengths?

Null: Knows a lot about pre-war stuff, pretty good with shotguns and sniping, somehow charismatic

Nos: Takes No Shit, tireless, uhhh, strong boy

Zed: Synth stuff? idk, durable

16: i’m bad at this -- Doesn’t let morality get in his way, good with pistols, intuitive

Mihail: Pretty strong, good stamina/endurance, doesn’t give up easy, good with rifles, wolf stuff

Cain: Smart (though mostly about reptiles and chemistry), kind, has hope in a lot of stuff, resourceful

Ainsley: Good detective, her robot arm is Strong, used to be a really good boxer

Morgan: Strong gal, can climb pretty well, friendly

9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?

Null: Anxious, easily distracted, not very good stamina, clumsy, shaky, smokes

Nos: Doesn’t do much in terms of self care, unstable, anger issues

Zed: Somewhat nonverbal, easily frightened, sort of a recluse when on their own

16: Apathetic, doesn’t really understand morality or emotion too well, slightly alcoholic

Mihail: Doesn’t believe he’s anything but something to be used (mainly as a weapon) by others, hard to control himself when shifted

Cain: Insecure, gives up easily in some situations

Ainsley: Immature, tends to sometimes go too far with joking, has difficulty taking things seriously enough

Morgan: Paraplegic after her accident, has low self-esteem from that and is eternally in a crisis until she’s in a better place and can properly cope with no longer being able to do rock climbing

11: What animal does your OC relate to?

Null: Wolf

Nos: Snake, vulture

Zed: Raccoon, seal

16: Coyote

Mihail: Wolf

Cain: Snake

Ainsley: Cat? idk

Morgan: Bear

13: What is your OCs earliest memory?

Null: He’s finding it hard to remember things from before waking up in the vault due to repressing a lot from the trauma he faced in there, but he has fond memories of when he first came out as trans to people that accepted him

Nos: He can’t remember much from before becoming a ghoul

Zed: Being told that they’re special by the woman that made them

16: Waking up to that one doctor dude

Mihail: Shooting someone in an alleyway in Athens for a very early job he had as a teen

Cain: First discovering his love for snakes by visiting a reptile house at a zoo

Ainsley: Seeing news of the Omnic Uprising on TV

Morgan: Climbing her first rock wall in a gym class in school

14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind?

Null: pip boy?

Nos: noup

Zed: nop

16: pip boy????

Mihail: closest he has is a comm for mission stuff

Cain: fancy future smartphone

Ainsley: something built into her robot arm

Morgan: something simple, since there’s comm stuff in her mech

15: What makes your OC angry?

Null: Certain noises

Nos: Raiders

Zed: Wes getting hurt

16: People being cheap

Mihail: Things getting in the way of what he’s supposed to be doing

Cain: People disregarding health of animals and nature and stuff

Ainsley: People assuming things about her

Morgan: She’s too tired to be angry

16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?

Null: Autumn! crunchy leaves.... good smells in the air .... chilly but not too cold

Nos: Summer... he doesn’t need to worry about overheating with how bony he is

Zed: Winter! snow is soft!

16: Whenever it’s not as hot in the Fucking Desert he lives in

Mihail: Autumn

Cain: Summer, warm n good

Ainsley: Spring, flowers n nice weather

Morgan: Summer, perfect time for rock climbing

21: Who is your OCs best friend?

Null: Mac, Dogmeat

Nos: Eliza

Zed: Wes

16: Arcade

Mihail: 22, Arvid

Cain: Dakota, Ainsley

Ainsley: Cain, Gari

Morgan: 22

23: Whats your OCs biggest secret?

Null: He doesn’t like talking about being from the past.

Nos: Him being a ghoul because of drug use and not radiation is a sensitive topic for him

Zed: Being a Synth

16: He hates who he used to be despite who he used to be being a much better person

Mihail: He’s not one for secrets

Cain: The dude he’s in love with is technically undead

Ainsley: How she lost her arm

Morgan: She’s insecure about her entire identity after the accident so she tries to hide her face and stuff in public (another reason why she was so easily manipulated into depending on the mech)

24: What does your OC smell like?

Null: Cigarettes, leather.... also faint cologne

Nos: Someone who really needs to shower

Zed: Metal and old books

16: Alcohol, gunsmoke

Mihail: Kind of earthy and like leather that’s been around metal a lot, like a guy that spends most of his time hunting in the woods except what he’s hunting is people and the woods are wherever Talon sends him

Cain: Fruity cologne and chemicals

Ainsley: Sugary perfume and aromatic shampoo

Morgan: Sunscreen, soil, sweat

27: What languages does your OC speak?

Null: English and a very basic amount of German

Nos: English, bits of Spanish from spending a lot of time around New Vegas gang people

Zed: English, can also easily figure out coded and crypted stuff

16: English, Italian

Mihail: English, Greek, some Norwegian learned from Arvid

Cain: English, Portuguese, a bit of Spanish

Ainsley: English, Scottish Gaelic

Morgan: English, Welsh

38: Does your OC have any pets?

Null: I like to imagine he has Dogmeat but instead of a German Shepherd it’s a Black Lab

Nos: noup

Zed: nah

16: nope

Mihail: used to have a malamute, left it with his family

Cain: A Brazilian Rainbow Boa at home and various venomous reptiles kept for his studies at Overwatch

Ainsley: A cat and a leopard gecko at home, she wants to get a cockatiel at some point

Morgan: nah

44: What color eyes does your OC have?

Null: Brown

Nos: Black (as a ghoul, green as human)

Zed: Blue-gray

16: Hazel (brown and blue type)

Mihail: Gold, naturally amber-brown

Cain: Green

Ainsley: Used to be green, now they’re bionic ones that are pink and blue

Morgan: Blue

45: Does your OC like reading?

Null: Mostly fantasy stuff

Nos: nah

Zed: They like reading old textbooks, encyclopedias, biographies, everything there is to know about anything, but mostly humans and their behavior

16: He checks out comic books he finds in his journeys sometimes

Mihail: He’s secretly a sucker for romance

Cain: Stuff on animals and sciencey stuff

Ainsley: Mystery, horror, romance

Morgan: Sporty stuff

49: What country was your OC born in?

Null: Missouri, USA - Moved to the setting where Vault 111 is at some point

Nos: The Commonwealth, USA

Zed: wherever the institute was a century ago, USA

16: Arizona, USA

Mihail: Greece

Cain: Born in Brazil, moved to Florida at a very young age

Ainsley: Scotland

Morgan: Wales

51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music?

Null: Diamond City Radio

Nos: Not much of a music person

Zed: Classical stuff or anything that doesn’t have words to it, easier to read to

16: Old swingy jazzy stuff

Mihail: we just don’t know

Cain: Acoustic folksy stuff

Ainsley: Rock

Morgan: Pop

53: What is your OCs sexual orientation?

Null: Gay

Nos: Bi

Zed: Doesn’t really understand orientation but is in love with Wes

16: No preference but likes Arcade

Mihail: Gay

Cain: Gay

Ainsley: Lesbian

Morgan: Aroace

55: What gender is your OC?

Null: Trans male

Nos: Male

Zed: Agender

16: Male

Mihail: Male

Cain: Trans male

Ainsley: Female

Morgan: Trans female

58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?

Null: Ambivert

Nos: Extrovert

Zed: Introvert

16: Ambivert

Mihail: Extrovert

Cain: Introvert

Ainsley: Extrovert

Morgan: Extrovert

59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC?

Null: His fidgeting and sort of tired and anxious look

Nos: His horrible slouch and how bony he is

Zed: How bundled up they are no matter what

16: That kinda dead look on his face

Mihail: he’s HUGE

Cain: He’s got all this bright stuff on and has tattoos and piercings

Ainsley: Her arm

Morgan: probably the mech she’s in a lot of the time

#infodump #p0key's ocs #null #nos #zed #courier 16 #mihail lykourgos #cain abdul #ainsley mackay #morgan griffith #anon #answered

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justasmallbloginabigklainefandom · 7 years

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5x16 liveplurk

Yuè [glee 5x16] sexually frustrated swordfights

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Yuè I'm happy he's feeling good about himself Yuè but really I don't like that with glee it's always as if someone's success means another one's expense Yuè I still can't believe they're actually in the Blamcedes apartment instead of the loft Yuè I can't believe Blaine is a great cook Yuè and watches gay porn Yuè I actually had to take a walk around my house mid scene cause oh jesus I can't do this Yuè but let's do this Yuè Oh hey unfortunately Rachel still exists Yuè Oh fuck I gotta skip the sex talk Yuè KURT U BITCH Yuè yes you are Yuè KURT CAN YOU FUCKING NOT?? Yuè shit son the choreo of this performance is one of glee's best Yuè and they learned it like.. two hours beforehand?? Yuè KURT WTF Yuè Blaine's hair tho Yuè why did Sam and Mercedes never go to work Yuè "we do not" Yuè the fuck Sam is still slutshaming him Yuè I can't watch this I'm sorry I'm gonna skip Yuè Oh this song is so weird and I feel so bad for Julie cause suddenly she's surrounded by weirdos singing about waiting for marriage and slow sex in general Yuè I know I keep calling this episode "sexually frustrated swordfights" but maybe i should just rename it "embarrassment" Yuè Oh what fuck Julie is singing too? Yuè she gave up Yuè "hell to the no" Yuè awkward Yuè Sam uhm love isn't sex only Yuè OH SHIT Yuè so I first had really mixed feelings about this scene since I am still fed up by their behaviour but shit son Darren's acting Yuè I still can't believe Blaine's having a fucking breakdown Yuè I like this scene but I also want to bang their heads against a wall Yuè OF CUKF DARREN CRISS Yuè SHIT Yuè SHIT KURT POINT HELL YEAH Yuè Oh Blaine Yuè ... I'm so sorry Yuè KURT HE TRIED TALKING TO YOU TWICE I'M SORRY THAT JUST PISSES ME OFF Yuè you two deserve better Yuè good job Julie Yuè can someone please explain to me why Mercedes automatically assumed Blaine lit those candles Yuè "I prayed in the bathroom" Yuè Oh Sam Yuè thanks for being so supportive Yuè I bless my soul for the fact that there was barely any Rachel in this episode Yuè Oh man Rachel thank you for pointing out the randomness of that Samchel thing Yuè look at that Rachel is finally a great person I love it when she's a decent human being Yuè PENCIL SPLENDA Yuè ARTIE Yuè Kurt is so done Yuè nice for Artie being sensible Yuè "herpes" Yuè "it was chlamydia" Yuè they are so not into tbat Yuè NO OSCAR IS WORTH THAT Yuè WAIT THE EPISODE IS ALREADY OVER Yuè okay sup Yuè I finished the ep and normally I finish the liveplurks at the same time but I'm gonna talk about something for now cause strangely enough I've been thinking about this: Kurt and Blaine's sex life Yuè here's the thing Yuè I am super uncomfortable with sex (sex-repulsed aroace yooooo) and even though with Klaine I'm more okay with it, I'm still not digging it Yuè that's probably why the 4 "sex" episodes are some of my least favourites: Sexy, The First Time (even though it's iconic for Klaine), I Do, Tested Yuè but I'm a pro-sex rex-repulsed aroace, y'all, meaning that if it's between adults and if it's consensual: congrats on the sex really, if it makes you feel good about yourself and that shit, GO FOR IT Yuè now, if you actually put those 4 episodes next to each other, I love how their relationship has grown, even in the sexual parts Yuè 2x15: not dating yet, and Kurt's not really comfortable. Even though Blaine was overstepping, he does realise that it's important to be educated and steps to papa Hummel (...a week after he woke up with a hangover in his son's bed) Yuè 3x05: taking the next step together, actually discussing it as a healthy couple should and yes, there was a misstep, but Blaine admitted he was a dick (which led to him not getting dick) and after they're both sure it's okay and that they're ready, they go for it Yuè 4x14: by this time, they're both comfortable and confident. sure, I really didn't like where their relationship shifted to, but both boys have grown a lot and know themselves Yuè 5x16: shows that emotional safety also plays a huge part in their sex lives since it is all about intimacy, and they both decide to work it out and help each other after they find out they've both been struggeling in their own ways (i mean, Blaine had a fucking breakdown in the middle of the loft) Yuè and I love that, okay? I really do. Yuè not only that, but they're also a mlm couple that's allowed to be open about their sex lives and their intimacy struggles and their relationship Yuè I really don't like sex storylines, but those little references to that part of their relationship ("...more intimate than sex" "and god knows what they hear from us") just makes me really happy because they are happy and have grown!!! Yuè yes, I did reimagine their entire story (1x03 to 6x13) with them both being asexual because I needed it for my own emotional safety (sometimes, being sex repulsed in a sex crazed fandom makes you feel alone) but that's only headcanons Yuè cause I sure as fuck love my ace!Klaine glee and it makes me happy and we need more ace representation, but it also makes me happy that they're not ace in canon cause the storyline they got was actually quite good, also for their individualities

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