#and I would never deny that Will is struggling with being gay like obviously he is but not in the way that he’s scared of rejection
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It’s important that Will comes out to his family (and friends) because his arc is about stop hiding.
#I know I am always saying this and a lot of people disagree with me but I don’t think his main concern is that his family and friends won’t#accept him or they will stop loving them#and I would never deny that Will is struggling with being gay like obviously he is but not in the way that he’s scared of rejection#but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t scared to come out#like dealing with your sexuality and struggling with it can be in different ways#Will hates to be treated differently#and he doesn’t want to be seen for who he is you know?#Will is good at hiding#I think his fear is that his family and friends would treat him differently if he comes out#he doesn’t want that change either#looking back at s3 when Will wanted to Things remain the same as they were when they were little kids#but anyway my point is ofc he has to come out that’s also important for his arc but not for the reasons that many things#think*#and that’s my opinion#aaaand last thing but not less important#his main struggle in s4 is that he convinced himself that he can’t be happy with the boy he loves#and I don’t blame him for thinking that because his last years have been a hell of a ride#even in s3 he said I am not gonna fall in love but I think he really thought that he would never find love#that’s why his happy ending has to be finding the love that he had convinced himself he can’t have#and I would be okay for a random love interest if they haven’t used his feelings to fix the straight ship you know?#also because of mike’s arc (but this post isn’t about him so I won’t talk more about him)#sorry for the long ass tags#not really
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I get what u mean. I certainly enjoy fics where Eddie is Steve’s queer awakening, and I get the urge to go that way because it breaks canon for Steve to like Eddie, so people may be trying to stick with the canon presentation of Steve (ignoring Eddie’s death lol), but it is such a difficult thing to write. Stories like that are less believable simply bc queer realizations are usually HARD and take time to come to terms with, and for the sake of fanfic it’s a speedrun most of the time. Plus there’s so much material from Steve’s interactions with Tommy and even Billy to use as a foundation for Steve having already been aware of his queerness. That being said I love all the steddie crumbs i can get hahahaha
I mean I don't think it breaks canon for Steve to like Eddie but I also have like this whole thing about Steve having two main types of people he likes and how Eddie falls into the second type (that is not the 'he looks like boy Nancy" thing) so that's a like different post lmaooo.
But yeah that's a very good point, I think people just want it over quickly and sometimes that can be fun! (I have a joke idea that I keep claiming I'll write that involves Steve having his gay awakening at a gay bar with Robin and Eddie and immediately switching into slut mode while the other two look on in jealousy and disbelief because despite being comfortable in their sexuality they have never quite had the audacity to go full in like that and Steve is here on DAY ONE getting massive tail, but it's also obviously a humor story). I think the timing thing may be a big part of it for me actually the more I think of it!!
Because so many of these fics that have Eddie as the catalyst often have him be COMPLETELY oblivious that his attraction to men is just that, attraction or that that's abnormal to be attracted to men (so many fics earnestly have Steve being like "I thought everyone liked both that's not gay" like it was funny at first but now I'm starting to 🤨) or have him like never having been attracted to men before and the Eddie crush blindside's him hardcore.
Like, it's weird to me that people don't have him struggle with actual denial more? I would think Steve, given the time period and setting and just his personality and struggles with image it's very likely Steve has been purposefully repressing his feelings for guys for a while now. I think if Eddie is a catalyst it's a catalyst for acceptance not of realization. Acceptance that yeah this is an actual thing that Steve not only wants but is ALLOWED to want. The fics I've enjoyed where Eddie is his "realization" were often like that, where it's been this thing that's been there in the back of his mind and he's just at the point where he can't deny it anymore.
Like you said, there's so much fodder for Steve to have a queer awakening throughout the show from his weird relationship with Tommy (though that is a situation where I think he would only be willing to see it as queer after the fact/after S1), the weird tension he gets with Jonathan, the fucking shower scene with Billy and Tommy, or even the hilarious hcs people have about the jazzercise instructor in s3. There's plenty of fodder! And i also just think, as a bi person who was in denial about it for several teenage years, that there's also always going to be SO MUCH that you deliberately ignored as a kid growing up that was a big blinking sign that says THIS BITCH QUEER.
That's why when you speed run without any prior thought or attraction from Steve, it does just really feel like it's all about Eddie and not Steve. 😭
#asks#notasmoothman#steve harrington#steddie#steve#fandom wank#also like i dont want steddie crumbs this fandom is huge we have enough crumbs and chunks imo#i want some DIVERSITY give me fun new ways for steve to find out hes queer#dirty magazines weird teacher crushes some twink coming into family video hooking up with a football player at hs party#make it spicy what if steve had a crush on like jeff or Freak or st back in high school bc he thought eddie at the time was too loud
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So, I’m thinking about Rorschach’s sexuality re: him being touched starved and having an unfulfilled sex drive. His libido is pretty directly addressed in these two panels:
Issue #5, page 18.
It’s Rorschach talking about freeing himself of lust (with fear and weakness right before it, of course) in front of a poster of a provocatively posed woman. Moore and Gibbons aren’t exactly being subtle here. To further emphasise the connection, Veidt describes the ad as follows:
Page 33 of Issue #10.
He also mentions that the ads for Nostalgia products feature 'slightly androgynous' models and presumes that's to 'afford us a window into the gay marketplace', which could be relevant to Rorschach bearing an interest in men, but I don't lean too heavily into that since this ad is for ladies perfume and specifically targets women, and it feels a little weak of a connection next to things like Rorschach clinging onto Daniel and the cops calling Rorschach a homophobic slur and assuming Rorschach is wearing Daniel’s aftershave instead of cologne. Obviously they aren’t aware of the connection to Daniel, and don’t specify Nostalgia Aftershave, but we’re aware of where he got the bottle from, the brand, and that they’re mistaking it for a perfume that is specified as being more prominently marketed toward gay men (Issue #5, page 28, and the police report mentions it’s cologne in Issue #6, page 29).
Anyway, I digress!
There’s also the scene where he stares at a naked woman/couple through a window, though it’s not immediately obvious what Moore and Gibbons are trying to convey about Rorschach there without their commentary. The commentary in question shows up in the Watchmen: Annotated Edition, where they indicate he's made despondent by 'warm, loving’ scenes that ‘he could never experience’, and it’s not coincidental that the scene that prompts this thought process is a naked couple embracing.
Watchmen: The Annotated Edition, page 34.
It’s a direct reference to the trauma his mother inflicted on him and how it incapacitates his ability to seek intimacy. We can see the extent of his trauma and repression in scenes like these:
First panel: Issue #5, page 11. Second and third panels: Issue #6, page 10.
However, he doesn’t seem cognisant of his loneliness and desire for intimacy beyond thinking lust is a nuisance in both himself and others that detracts from more important things. Hence, ‘nobody cares. Nobody cares but me’, because everyone else gives into their vices while he actively fights against them (’frees himself of lust’).
Issue #10, page 11.
The handshakes with Daniel are the only kind of intimacy he does get, and he openly clings onto this one. He’s not consciously seeking it here; it’s an effort to apologise, to be a good friend, but the moment he’s given just a slither of the intimacy he’s denied himself for so long, from someone he’s actually willing to receive it from, he has to be forcefully extracted from it. So forcefully that Daniel clearly struggles.
Gibbons describes the scene this way:
Watchmen Secrets Revealed, watchmencomicmovie.com.
And I think that fits well with Rorschach being so lonely and touch starved that he lapses terribly on how long a handshake is supposed to be, and is also so fixated on the handshake that he completely misses clear signs that Daniel is uncomfortable. You would have to be really, really into something not to notice someone actively struggling to remove themselves. I’ll also note that the primary purpose of the scene being as an embarrassing moment doesn’t mean it can’t also be a comment on Rorschach’s sexuality.
It’s sad to think about how deprived Rorschach spent his entire life because of his mother’s abuse. The contact he had with Daniel was the closest he ever got to fulfilling his physical needs.
#rorschach#walter kovacs#watchmen#daniel dreiberg#nite owl#meta#hold Ror's hand Dan#it's for the greater good#again: this is just my interpretation so feel free to discuss your own!#I love reading different interpretations :)
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So I was just over here thinking - as I do once a week or so - about how Robert Tanaka Jr. is OBVIOUSLY Bobby Drake’s kid, and Opal lied about lying about Bobby being his dad. You will never ever ever convince me otherwise so Marvel should just not try and go ahead and canonize it instead. Duh.
Anyway, so I was combining this thought with the fact that we’ve gotten ZERO follow-up yet to Bobby’s dad dying, and like....the way that has to be fucking with Bobby given their long, contentious history and how much Bobby’s struggled with seeking his father’s approval his whole life only to be denied it in the most epic ‘fuck you’ fashion on his dad’s literal deathbed.
And see, personally, I’ve always thought that more than longing to be in an actual long-lasting relationship, Bobby’s big want has always been a family, so to speak. This is a man who has been auditioning for World’s Corniest Dad Jokes since he was in college. He dotes on kids. He loves being a role model while being deeply insecure that he’s bad at it. He gravitates towards every kid his friends or family has like a heat-seeking missile, like when Scott and Jean were dealing with their whole ‘omg I can’t believe you married another me and had a baby while I was dead’ and ‘but you were DEAD and she was basically you doesn’t that make it better’ and ‘no that makes it worse! I think. No yeah that’s worse!’ thing....there was fun Uncle Bobby eager to swoop in and scoop baby Christopher up in a stroller for a hijinks filled afternoon about town.
I mean, its no coincidence that even back when Bobby first found out about RJ and thought he wasn’t his dad, he very explicitly said he never cared and would have stayed with him and Opal anyway.
So I’m just saying, what better way to finally break Bobby out of the trap of desperately seeking to conform to his dad’s confining expectations for him and what his life should look like.....than to have Bobby embark on a new chapter of his life that’s about him having and building the kind of family he’s always yearned to have....while giving zero fucks about it looking anything like what his father would have approved of or signed off on as acceptably ‘normal’?
Sometimes a family can be a dorky gay dad, his ex-girlfriend and co-parent, and their precocious son and all his assorted X-Men aunts and uncles (and time-traveling cousins like Nate and Rachel, lol).
I just think there’s really interesting stories that could be told about Robert Tanaka-Drake, if he were to manifest his father’s powers and be raised with one foot firmly in both his parents’ worlds, both on Krakoa and off it, equally entrenched in his human and mutant heritages, his father’s Jewish heritage and his mother’s Japanese heritage, shared custody made all the easier and more seamless thanks to the ease of gate travel between both his parents’ homes....let Bobby and Opal be partners in this on good terms, so that RJ spends his birthdays with both sides of his families, his parents and their respective boyfriends all gathered to celebrate together instead of him having to alternate, etc, etc.
Plus, if you have RJ inherit Bobby’s powers there’s REALLY interesting explorations you can do of what a difference parenting makes in how comfortable young mutants are with their powers and the things they can do. There’s a definite case to be made that Bobby - famously ‘stunted’ in his power development according to pretty much every single one of his stories - like, realistically, there’s a very strong argument that Bobby was hindered from day one by the fact that both his parents and his surrogate father figure Xavier, like, ALL actively encouraged him to doubt himself rather than to push forward with his development.
Xavier’s explicitly stated in notes about Bobby as a teenager that he didn’t think Bobby was mature or capable enough to handle the responsibility of the vast power at his disposal, with the clear implication always being that he actually discouraged Bobby from pushing his limits. Its not a coincidence IMO that all the major developments Bobby’s made with his powers over the years....all of them came AFTER he stopped being the Professor’s student, or when Xavier was nowhere around. Xavier never did crap to actually help Bobby push himself or see what he was capable of. And of course, we know his parents wanted him to never ever use his powers and pretend he didn’t even have them, for their own comfort.
All of this lends itself really well to stories about the capacity older generations have to not just help younger generations improve on what they’ve already done and do better than them....but to stand in their way and hamper their attempts to be their best selves, if they feel threatened by said younger generations or fear being replaced or rendered obsolete by them.
Soooo...with that in mind....how interesting could it be to see this long-established element of Bobby’s character arc juxtaposed with his son’s comparative speedrun through power development milestones? If Bobby and Opal - determined not to stand in RJ’s way the way adults got in Bobby’s - are nothing but supportive and encouraging of RJ’s exploration of his powers, imagine if this kid with Bobby’s abilities just.....fucking...leapfrogs past all his father’s achievements and is ten years old and doing things that have his father desperately trying to figure out how he did that just so he can keep up.....
And Bobby couldn’t be prouder!
I mean, because we’re talking about Bobby Drake here, its important to note the huuuuuuge comedic potential here. Let this newly minted father be frazzled and going out of his fucking mind trying to keep a suitably responsible and parental eye on his prodigious progeny.....like let’s take a second to review Bobby’s actual abilities and what weapons for mass chaos they could be in the hands of say, an eight year old who’s high on parental love, approval and affirmation, and not to mention the proud inheritor of his father’s tendencies towards mischief as well as his powerset:
There’s the teleportation for one....Bobby doesn’t LIKE teleporting. Turning to vapor makes him feel weird and gives him existential crises about disappearing and fading away to nothing, like all his fears of being unimportant given actionable form. RJ however? Just thinks its neat being able to pop over to the other side of the world at any given moment. Who needs to use gates when you can just wisp away to nothingness and recreate yourself from scratch on Arakko any time you want to go visit your Auntie O?
Cue Bobby frantically practicing his teleporting all hours of the night, just so he can keep up with his giggling menace of a son every time he decides to play an impromptu game of teleport tag with his father, where the playing field is limited only by the scope and range of their omega level powers....oh wait, what’s that pesky little detail about omegas not having limits? Ooops.
Then there are the ice golems. Imagine Bobby trying to make sure he’s always got a golem around to keep an eye on RJ....which works great until the day RJ figures out how to make his own, and suddenly its like wait, does Bobby’s golem have eyes on RJ...or just on one of RJ’s own golems? Next thing the X-Men know, there are twenty different Icemen running around chasing after twenty different Iceboys and none of them have any clue which are the ‘real’ Bobby and RJ, but then again, neither does Bobby at this point.
Imagine Bobby and Opal getting called into the principal’s office at RJ’s school where they’re informed that while the school doesn’t want to suggest that mutant students be prohibited from harmlessly using their powers, and if RJ is most comfortable in his ice form he should certainly be allowed to stay in it.....they do have to insist that RJ actually be PRESENT in his ice form, and not just sit one of his golems in class while the real RJ is off playing hooky.
Bobby: I know I’m supposed to be upset but I can still be a little bit proud of him for pulling that off, can’t I?
Not to mention that little tidbit brought up in Battle for the Atom, where its revealed that in the future Bobby figures out how to create golems that have their own innate sentience that’s completely separate from his own, rather than just being extensions of himself.....
Cut to RJ making his imaginary friends be not so imaginary after all, just housed in various elemental ‘bodies’ made of ice and snow, water and vapor, etc.
And just imagine the epic face palming - and farewell to ever getting another restful night of sleep - once RJ figures out that as his father’s son, he is basically just as indestructible as his dad is. The heart attacks this kid would give his parents once he decides well its not like he even needs to be THAT careful on his grand misadventures, cuz worst case scenario he just makes himself a new body if his gets messed up at all.
Bobby: No, buddy, that is a terrible train of thought, please let’s sit down and unpack that before you go and....no, don’t you dare teleport away, RJ, you get your butt back here right now! And no, a golem doesn’t count, I want your REAL tushie in this seat within the next ten seconds or so help me, I will....
Opal: You’ll what, Bobby? No, by all means, please continue. I’m really curious what card we actually have available to play here.
Bobby: Why do I get the feeling you think this is all my fault somehow? What happened to ‘we’re a team’?
Opal: I’m just saying, our eight year old didn’t get the god-tier powers from me.
Bobby, banging his head softly against the table: Ugh who knew that encouraging your kid to be his best self could have consequences.
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Alex Recommends: June Books
What an eventful month it has been! From family parties to house hunting, June has been full of future planning and more than our fair share of stressing about it.
We've had some pretty hot days where I've wanted to do nothing but sit in a cool room and read. However, I've had far too much work to do to relax. The dissertation research is slowly coming together now and I'm actually quite excited about the data collection part. Obviously I'm super anxious about it all too and worried about how I'll juggle it alongside the new job.
Speaking of which, I am just a few days into my librarian career. Everyone is really friendly and helpful so far and it seems like a great place to work. There's so much to learn and it will probably be a while before I'm confident in all parts of it but it's getting off to a good start.
As it's Pride month, this month's recommendations are themed accordingly. There's a really great selection here, full of inspiring, adorable and unique stories that I know you'll love. June is a month for celebrating our true selves and love in all its forms, so I hope you take some of that beautiful spirit from these books.
-Love, Alex x
FICTION: The Fiancée Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur.
Tansy is dedicated to her family's bookstore and has little time for romance but her family keep asking about her love life. So, she invents a beautiful girlfriend called Gemma, inspired by the woman on the cover of the romance novels that Tansy loves. Imagine Tansy's shock when the real life Gemma shows up at a family wedding. Gemma van Dalen is the heir to her family's publishing company but in order to inherit, she needs to marry. When Tansy's aunt reveals plans for selling the bookstore, Tansy realises that she needs a large injection of cash to keep hold of it. That's something that Gemma can help with. Let the marriage of convenience commence! I'm not sure I've read a contemporary marriage of convenience romance before but it certainly gave it a slightly different flavour than the love stories I'm used to. Perhaps it's because regency romance is where I've mostly encountered farces and relationships like this before but I couldn't get away from that historical vibe, despite it being very much a contemporary novel. There are some real high stakes involved in the narrative and some serious villains that I loved to hate. On the flip side, there is also a cast of loveable queer side characters who I would love to meet again.
NON-FICTION: A Trans Man Walks Into A Gay Bar by Harry Nicholas.
When his long-term relationship with a woman ended, Harry realised that he was in fact, a single gay, trans man. Would the gay community accept him? What would he learn in his next foray into dating while stepping into the light of his true self? This moving, coming-of-age memoir celebrates self-exploration and the embracing of a new culture that can come with that. Harry is very honest and open, as he discusses the realities of being a gay, trans man. There's a scene in a pharmacy where he is denied the morning after pill because 'the girl has to come in herself' that I think illustrates the ignorance and lack of education about what trans people go through. The book is so real and informative without being preachy, which is a fantastic feat. A must read for Pride season!
MIDDLE-GRADE: Away With Words by Sophie Cameron.
Gala and her dad have moved from their home in Spain to Scotland to live with her dad's boyfriend Ryan. Gala never wanted to leave her friends or school behind and she's struggling to settle into her new life. Then she meets Natalie, a shy girl with selective mutism. Like Gala, Natalie collects other people's words but Natalie uses them to write beautiful poems. As their friendship blossoms, Gala and Natalie begin to write positive poems for their classmates. However, someone else is leaving much nastier poems and Gala and Natalie are the prime suspects. Can they find out who is really behind them? Away With Words is a beautiful, gripping story about the power and wonder of words and language. It's about feeling alone and isolated in a place that you don't understand but finding your own comfort and strength within it. I loved the mystery aspect so much and the gorgeous idea that words are physical things. I also loved the ambiguity around whether the words really contain the colours and feelings that the girls associate with them or whether this is just how they see them. A truly unique, imaginative tale that champions outsiders alongside some stunning, magical imagery.
YA: Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko.
After the death of her mother, Coley and her father move to Oregon. That's where she meets Sonya and her friends. Although she and Sonya have an instant connection, Coley is afraid that a romance would end just like every other love she's ever had. Sonya has never had a girlfriend before, so is Coley really who she wants? It's not until they both accept their feelings and open up to each other that they can find their true happiness. This book is set in the mid 00s and as someone who was this age at that time, I can attest to the fact that the teen experience depicted here was very recognisable. It's a very heady, intense ride that tackles internalised homophobia, grief and the differences between toxic and healthy friendships. Despite its intensity, it's a clean romance, making it ideal for all tastes and age groups.
FANTASY: Bored Gay Werewolf by Tony Santorella.
It's fair to say that Brian is struggling with adulthood. He spends his days working a regular restaurant job alongside his friends Nik and Darby and his nights browsing Grindr and hiding his monthly transitions into a werewolf. Then charismatic fellow werewolf, Tyler headhunts Brian to be a part of a new movement aimed at taming the werewolf's wild instincts. However, something sinister appears to be lurking underneath it all. Bored Gay Werewolf follows a likeable, relatable and thoroughly flawed protagonist with a very snarky voice and sense of humour. The book touches on gay prejudices and assumptions but it is predominantly a criticism of capitalism and how it brings out the worst in people. There is a lovely twist at the end that sets it up to be a new queer, paranormal series that I'm really excited about. I can't wait to see what's next for these characters!
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Time for another one of my long rambley posts about my day!
so i had a free block first thing this morning and usually I would sleep in during it but had to move my tutoring from yesterday afternoon to my free since I had a soccer game yesterday (btw we won against a team we have a bit of a rivalry with) but anyway that meant i spent that time working on my stupid history essay which thank fuck i didn’t have to turn in today
And as usual i now need to back up a bit and give y’all a bit of context, so the week before thanksgiving there was a minor queer hate crime (involving the writing of a slur on school property) that occurred so that friday before break there was an assembly about that that involved queer people talking about how the incident affect them and what not, but I opted not to go to that since there was a space for queer people who didn’t want to hear more about it and I already had 20 things running through my brain (one of them being the history essay) so anyway after the assembly that space turned into a processing space about the assembly and queer people could either go to that or their last class (mine being history) I was planning on staying in the processing space but then my ex showed up so me and a friend ended up hiding in the garage and having our own processing space since we both really didn’t want to go to class, I also used that time to get a less dysphoric soccer uniform
Ok fast forward to yesterday night and i’m struggling with my history essay and there’s no way i’ll have it done by the due date (which was like 5 pm today) so I decide to email my teacher and ask for an extension (I like never do that) and I list the reasons: I have a bunch of other school work, school soccer season just started and we have a really busy season, and I missed one of our work periods due to the queer processing space. This morning my teacher replied and was like ‘yeah sure since you missed a work period you can have until Monday at 6pm to finish your essay’
So anyway the one time that I’ve like ever skipped an entire class lead to me getting an extension and I don’t know how to feel about that...
Ok, next class was CAD and that was chill we just worked on our CO2 canister cars, mine is trans colored (: and we were trying to plan if we should use our final sheet of acrylic or save it for after the trial day and my teacher was like “If I give you another sheet of acrylic will it make you less stressed” and then he did, I really like that teacher he’s so chill but also like strict enough that your really should stay on task in class
Next up was lunch which was pretty normal and involved a lot of talking about crushes and tv shows and gay/gender shit which was fun
Next class was Japanese and we’re writing stupid personal essays at least they’re only 500 characters tho, and also that teacher is also really great and gave us plenty of time and we have to submit a couple of drafts so we’ll get plenty of feedback and that’s one of the few classes i’m not stressing about
Last class of the day was history and we just talked about the industrial revolution more also we debated about who’s gonna win the mock conference we’re putting on, the ottomans or the japanese (ottomans obviously, does japan have furniture named after it???)
Now after school this is when the chaos really starts
So yesterday was my best friend’s birthday and so my friend group gathered in an out of the way classroom to celebrate them, also they brought cupcakes and another friend brought really good snickerdoodle cookies, in exchange of the cupcakes we all had to agree to letting my best friend genuinely compliment us and we were allowed to talk back or deny it while they did it their compliment to me was really sweet since we’ve been friends since 5th grade but there was a bit in there where one/both of us were distant since we were dating my/our ex (at different times than each other tho) they talked about how it was really cool to see both of us change and grow (haha trans) and also basically called me a golden retriever but like as a compliment and as in I can make friends with most people and somehow light up a room, anyway get that many gay nerds in a room together without supervision and chaos ensues, along with a lot of sitting on tables
At one point my best friend stepped out of the room to give a compliment to someone who didn’t want it done in front of everyone and another friend was like ‘i wanna write “fuck you” on the board’ and so she tried to jump to do it and I was like ‘no, use a chair, actually way a table is taller’ and then we we’re like ‘A CHAIR ON A TABLE’ and so we did that and then another friend said at uwu so she ended up writing “fuck youwu” it was in the perfect position so that it can’t be seen from where the teacher normal stands in the classroom, after that (while my best friend was still out of the room) we noticed an eraser stuck up on the board near the “fuck youwu” so we had to use our chair table set up to get it down ofc, and then that turned into the baseball with the whiteboard eraser the the x-axis (pvc pipe with tape on it labeled x)
When my best friend finally came back I was just standing on the chair on the table and so i decided to jump down, and when I did the chair slid of the table mid jump so that was really fun (I was fine and so was everyone else) next the friend who was being complimented showed off their many legged cat that had a questionable leg in a questionable position, they wanted to show me the actual drawing since the tie they drew after wasn’t in the photo so they brought me into the other class room to see it and when we got back everyone was like ‘it was so quiet for a minute there’ and we were like ‘oh fuck off /j’
And then we had our next great idea, chair on table on table, and so ofc we had to do it after we got it all stacked up i volunteered to get up on it and my head was brushing up against the ceiling when I was standing up on the chair, a bit later one of my friends sat on the bottom table and so the rest of us decided we need to make stack of people sitting on this, so that friend stayed there, another friend sat under the table, the person who wrote “fuck youwu” on the board laid under the chair and I sat on the chair, after we got a photo of our master piece we all started to get down, the person on the floor got out first but as me and the one laying under the chair started to get down the table on top slipped out and everything went down, somehow we all managed to avoid getting hurt and I think I might have even landed on my feet
Not long after that I had to leave for robotics, at robotics I spent the whole time helping a more senior member teacher newer members how to use the router, which was actually pretty fun and a good practice since it’s been a while since I’ve used the router myself
After that I went to my school’s play which was so fun, everyone did so good and I’m friends with like half of the performers, the play was clue btw, and everyone was matched so well with their character, it was really funny and like the actors really gave it their all and it was just really great, also funny thing about the actors matching their characters—my ex played prof. plum who’s basically a stuck up prick who thinks he’s better than everyone else so it was funny to watch them in that role and it kinda felt like they were finally showing their true colors (aka being an asshole openly rather than secretly and manipulatively)
I think the worst part about seeing the play that my ex was in was actually the part after the show because ofc I was complimenting everyone since I know them all and I’m friends with like half of them so avoiding my ex while talking to everyone else they preformed with was kinda hard, it was also really weird because the last 2 theater performances i went to they were the first person i ran to, also fuck me because seeing them in that purple suit and in their element kinda reminded me why i fell for them, anyway I also saw their parents while avoiding them and congratulating everyone else so that was awkward, but apparently I’m on ok terms with their parents since they asked me how I was doing and told me to say hi to my parents for them
anyway yeah i think thats my whole day
Also a kinda unrelated note but yesterday i made a comment to a semi-close friend about being done with dating for a while thanks to my ex and she was like ‘I don’t even know what went down but I’m on your side’ and like she’s not the first person to tell me that like I’ve had classmates who I’m not at all close with tell me they’re on my side/they’re proud of me for ending the relationship/’do we need to be mad at your ex now?’ and like idk it feels good to know I’m not the asshole here because like ofc my friends are gonna say I’m not the asshole but like yeah my ex isn’t the nicest to a lot of people, like if they’re not friends with someone they’re neutral at best towards them and they’re really closed in on themself so idk I guess I’m the one who gets the support
I think the reason I’m friends with like everyone is because I manage to be both weird and normal at the same time, like I’m a jock and a robotics kid and I’m gay also I’m like a weird ass extrovert so I feel the most comfortable around the “weird” kids and I can make friends with quieter folks who most people might ignore but I’m also happy to talk to the “normaler” kids also like reaching out to queer folks, knowing robotics + soccer people and then having dated a theater kid means that I know a lot of people
*sigh* why do my posts like this always get so long and take like an hour to write
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are there are any big points from the book that you think bad buddy is going to/has skipped or played with different to what you thought would happen?
Ooooh, good question. I mention some of the major changes in my page to screen posts, but there are some in the back half that I have thoughts about as well. I'll put the answer behind a cut for novel spoilers. Warning, this will be a long post.
The first major change as I've mentioned before is them just cutting out the entire Nat subplot as part of Pat and Pran getting together. To have Pat sleeping around with a girl when a) he doesn't have sexual interest in women, b) he doesn't have any interest in this particular woman whatsoever sexual or otherwise, and c) he's only doing it to make Pran jealous is just icky. No way to make it work really either, just removing it was the right call.
They've now obviously changed the whole coming out plot sequence. They weren't deliberately outed in the novel but they weren't able to hide for very long. I have faith that Aof wouldn't throw something as loaded and traumatic as a deliberate public outing into the mix lightly or just for the sake of drama, so I'm interested to see how it plays out.
In the novel, Korn is actually the first of the friends to figure it out on either side. He knows Pat is seeing somebody but not saying who, he has an inkling Pat might like men, he knows Pat and Pran's families aren't on good terms, and he saw Pran in the lobby of the dorm so he starts putting 2 and 2 together. He gently confronts Pat about it because he's uneasy but Pat's his friend and he wants to know and try to understand. For him he struggles a little with the being gay part. Although Pat has never exactly hidden or denied it (and he explicitly self-identifies as gay in the novel), he's never come out and said it either, and he deflects when asked. There have also been a couple of girlfriends and then the Nat thing. Pat denies everything to Korn, but the ball is rolling now. In the end, the friends find out because Pran gets hurt and Pat freaks out so completely it can't be explained away, at least for Pran's friends. They don't talk to him for a while after they find out. For them it's not about being gay it's about the fact that he lied and hid. Pat kind of explains it away to his friends but in the end decides he wants to just tell them and he convinces Pran to let him. Korn already half knows so he helps Pat smooth things over with the rest of his friends, and Pran's friends eventually come around. Paa is the absolute last to be told but she kind of already knew anyway.
The show seems like it's leaning into the 'lies and betrayal' angle rather than the 'they're gay' angle. Since the closest friendship shown is Pran and Wai, and that's also the one where the most actual lies have been told, that's obviously going to be front and centre. Pran's told a lot of compounded lies to his friends (this is not a judgement just a statement of fact) so they're gonna be blindsided. They pretty much figured he was gay, but the issue for them is likely going to be all Pran's lies (again, not a judgement) and Pat himself. Pat's been much more active in the feud and the fights than Pran has. I mean, from the outside the feud very much looks like Wai vs Pat, not Pran vs Pat. As for the engineers, Pat is more likely to omit and obfuscate than outright lie when it comes to his friends, so I can see Pat's friends being initially shocked that he's seeing a guy (especially that specific guy) but they already figured he was seeing somebody and that somebody was from architecture, so I think they'll get past the shock of it being a guy (and that specific guy) pretty quickly. Pran isn't a flashpoint for the engineers like Pat is for the architects.
I think how the parents find out is also going to be changed big time from the novel. There's two stages of the parents finding out in the novel. The first is when they find out that they live in the same dorm. Pat's dad forces Pat and Paa to move back home after that, no more dorm. Pran is allowed to stay because they leave. The second stage is when they discover Pat and Pran sleeping in bed together naked. After that things get ugly both because of the feud and because of homophobia (more on Pat's side than Pran's, but both sets of parents are upset about them being gay). Their parents separate them: Pat's force him into an engagement and Pran's send him abroad. But aside from the parents separating them, they also break up, because Pat wants to run away with Pran and Pran won't go because he thinks that will make everything worse. Their parents eventually come around and they're reunited after about 6 months of pure misery (seriously those chapters of the book are DEPRESSING).
This sequence: leaving the dorm, sex, discovery, separation/breakup, reunion...I'm not sure this is how the show is going to go. Obviously they won't be hewing to the details, I doubt the parents will catch them together at the dorm, or in a sexual situation, and I don't see Aof doing the whole Punch storyline with the forced engagement, or Pran being sent abroad. But in terms of the broad strokes, they will for sure be discovered, but the open question is whether they will break up and be separated and then reunited, or whether they will refuse to break up and be separated and face down the parents together. There are hints toward both directions in the story so far, and Aof has been both subverting/discarding tropes and elevating them, so I'm not sure whether this will be a subversion of the 'break up for your own good' trope or an elevation of it.
The biggest argument against the separation direction is that they've already been separated before, while in the novel they hadn't been. That might mean that the story won't go there twice, and they refuse to be separated again. But then again, Pran's fatalistic speech to Wai in episode 8 about doomed relationships could foreshadow that he's prepared for them to be separated again eventually and is just going to let himself have the relationship until it's inevitably taken away, making a second separation different in feeling from the first. Whether when it comes down to it Pran will walk away from Pat or not is the six million dollar question, and I simply don't have an answer.
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I really like what you said the other day in response to someone who mistakenly thought Asami was white. I do have some comments on another part of her identity you mentioned in that response. Hear me out, but I don't think that it is fair to say Asami is not a lesbian. She could be. She could also be bi or pan.
Lots of lesbians date men before coming out. This is due to compulsory heterosexuality or comphet which basically means societal pressures makes women feel compelled to be attracted to men. Yes, the society in Avatar is different. However, in Turf Wars it is explained that homophobia does exist in this world, so it would make sense that people would be closetted or take longer to figure things out. In the comic, Asami is also nervous to tell Korra's parents about their relationship because of this homophobia. Kya even explains that the fire nation is the most homophobic of the nations. The fire nation helped form Republic City and Asami is ethnically fire nation. Therefore, this influence would definitely be present in her life which could make her feel compelled to date men.
I'm not saying that Korra or Asami are definitely lesbians, but they could be. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's never explicitly stated if they are lesbians or bisexuals in Avatar or any real world official media. Therefore, they could be either of them. If a lesbian sees some of themselves in the characters and projects their identity a little bit, there is nothing wrong with that. If a bisexual sees some of themselves in the characters and projects their identity a little bit, there is nothing wrong with that. I don't think it's erasure to say that they could be either, but it is erasure to say they can't be one of them.
I'm a transgender lesbian. I strongly identity with most of Korra's traits. We have very similar, flaws and strengths. She feels like the only person I have ever identified with in media. One of the many ways I relate to Korra is her roamances. One time I dated one of my best friends, a straight man. At first I was head over heels and extremely excited. I saw a future with us. After several months I kept saying stuff like, "This part of our relationship would be better if I was with a woman," and stuff like that. Just like Korra in season 2, I started getting angry at him very easily, sometimes over nothing. We love board games, but couldn't finish one without someone getting pissy. I eventually realized that I couldn't do this anymore and I told him I made a mistake and that I'm not attracted to men. We are still very good friends and if I could be attracted to men, he would be the perfect boyfriend for me. Sometimes I think Korra is a lesbian like me. Sometimes, I think she's bi and just Makko wasn't a good fit. Either way is a perfectly fine way to think about it. No matter what, she is a badass sapphic and I'm glad we can all be inspired by her in some way.
Hey first off, I want to thank you for sending this and being really awesome about the way you've approached this. You don't always see it on tumblr, so it's much appreciated!
There's a lot you've said, so instead of responding completely line for line, I'm just going to write my complete opinion about this and hopefully it makes sense.
Bryke had made two official statements after the airing of the show, none that overtly say that they are bisexual, but it is heavily implied, especially in Bryan's statement which is the first post linked (x)(x). As quoted by Bryan, "Despite what you might have heard, bisexual people are real!"
Comphet is a legitimate issue in the world today, but I personally never got that feeling from Korra or Asami (through the series or comics). I believed that their relationships with Mako were genuine and it just didn't work out (all of them being the issue, not just Mako, lol). But again, that is my own personal viewpoint.
Erasure is the thing that I want to tackle most and hopefully I can do that cohesively and in an understandable way. The idea of labeling and identities on a personal standpoint is fluid and is on a spectrum. As a person, you don't need to label yourself or you can label yourself if you'd like, you can be as you are and that's okay. Personally, I identify as Queer because Bisexual does fit me, but just not completely in the way I'd like it to. Pan doesn't fit quite right, neither does Lesbian. So, thus I label myself as Queer leaning towards Bisexual tendencies.
But this idea and concept of labeling is very different when it comes to media and it's not focused on a real life person and their experiences. Labeling in media is important and that is because of positive representation in society. Often times, bisexual characters are portrayed in negative ways, so when there is positive portrayal and representation, this is important to the nth degree. Korra and Asami also weren't just side characters, they were main characters. So to have a clearly positive portrayal of bisexual characters on a mainstream show, that was huge. On top of this, this was a children's show, so to be a little kid or even someone older, finally seeing someone that is like you would be a significant moment in your life. This is honestly another reason why I love Korrasami so much, because of my own struggles with identity.
This all can be countered with the idea that they're lesbians and wouldn't that be good representation too? Yes, it would be, but it also wouldn't be as significant when taking into account all of TV/Film media.
If we breakdown and take in all of the positive representation of Lesbians vs Bisexuals, it would be more significant for them to be bisexual in a time where there was little to no good bisexual representation. In 2013 '64.7 percent of inclusive films included gay male characters. 23.5 percent included lesbian characters, and 17.7 percent contained bisexual characters.' Presently, on cable TV 34% of regular and recurring LGBTQ characters were lesbian and 18% of regular and recurring LGBTQ characters were bisexual. On streaming, lesbian representation makes up 28% and bisexual representation makes up 19%. These numbers don't even break down if it's positive representation either! So again, although real life sexuality is fluid or can be on a spectrum, media labeling is more rigid and representative of a specific area. Making it extremely significant and influential when there is a character labeled a specific way, bisexual in this case.
To this day, people still deny that bisexual people exist. Often times the debate is whether a person is gay or straight, but nothing more. So erasure is a big deal and claiming that Korra or Asami are lesbians can be detrimental in ways that people may not have thought of at first. People can obviously identify with a character and feel attachment to them, but there is no reason to not feel that attachment if their sexual orientation may differ from your own.
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Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst
Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink
Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.
Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???
A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.
Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.
"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?
Have a nice day!"
He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.
When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!
"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.
"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.
"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.
He decided no.
"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.
"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.
"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.
"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.
"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.
Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.
"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.
"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.
"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?
He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.
The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.
But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.
He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.
How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.
He really had a crush on you.
Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.
Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.
Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.
Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.
"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.
He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.
You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.
Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.
The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.
"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.
"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-
"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.
"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.
Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.
"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.
"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.
"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free.
"You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.
"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.
"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him.
The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.
"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.
"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.
"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.
Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally.
Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt.
Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.
He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.
"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.
He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.
"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.
He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.
"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.
"Yeah Princess?" He answered.
"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.
"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."
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Frostbite (Casetello)
AN: do these two have a ship name? Caseytello? eh whatever it’s casey x donnie and they’re gay
special thanks to cal for reading this for me and saying i should post it <3
There were quite a lot of things Casey Jones loved. Hockey, pizza, riding his motorcycle, video games, beating the crap out of his opponents. Normal teenage stuff. Lately he had been doing the latter, ever since he and April officially joined the 'Unofficial Turtles Team' , helping alongside the teen mutants on patrol. Goofing off with Mikey and Raph were the highlights, but he couldn't deny spending extra time with April was also a benefit. Even if they barely got a single word out- too busy fighting off random mutants scattering the city, it was still nice.
But what wasn't nice, downright unpleasant about patrol...was Donatello. There was an unspoken, mutual loathing that the pair shared that even quick glances at each other led to glaring and arguing. Leaving them together in the same room was never a good idea. Casey hasn't understood why the purple genius was so hostile towards him at first. But the reasons became obvious the first time he caught him staring helplessly at April, fumbling his words and blushing profusely. Not that Casey didn't feel similarly, heck, that was the problem. Both were attracted to April. Obviously Casey had the upper hand, being human. A turtle and a human girl in a relationship was built for disaster.
But their hatred didn't stop there. It wasn't just about April. Eventually, everything about Donatello annoyed him. His whiny voice, his love for using complicated words to sound superior, soon every little thing bugged him.
Things were easier if the two stayed as far apart as possible.
Of course, fate seemed to work in mysterious ways.
It was starting to get late, the moonlight illuminating the sky. The group stopped on a rooftop, perched by the edge. Leo halted them silently, then turned around.
"Why'd you stop, Fearless?" Raph asked.
"I think we should split up. We'll cover more ground. If you see any sign of trouble, use your T-Phones." said Leo.
"No way dudes!" Mikey squeaked. "I saw this scary movie last night where the team split up! And then..." He paused for dramatic effect. "They all got taken out one by one. Starting with the cute funny one!" He trembled, hiding behind Donnie, who rolled his eyes.
Raph smirked, always prepared for a sassy remark. "Which means, you'll be just fine since you're neither of those."
"Hey!"
"And you'll be in pairs." Leo crossed his arms. "I've got it all planned out. Raph and April. Mikey and me."
"Mikey and I." Donnie corrected under his breath. Casey fought the urge to whack the smart aleck turtle with his hockey stick.
Leo ignored him. "Donnie and Casey-"
Casey involuntary let out a loud groan. Just his luck.
Leo narrowed his blue eyes, unamused. "Something wrong, Jones?"
"Er..." His eyes darted to Donatello, who seemed stoic, but equally frustrated with this predicament. On one hand, he wanted to argue and beg to be with literally anyone else. On the other, he didn't want to deal with the leader in blue getting annoyed with him. "Nah Leo, that's fine by me. Right, D?"
Donnie huffed. "Yeah, that's alright."
"I think this will be good for you both." April grinned.
"Of course, April." Donnie agreed.
"No problem at all." Casey smiled through gritted teeth. When she turned away, they both shared an equally menacing glare.
"I knew I could count on you two." April smiled softly, though even she didn't look entirely convinced.
This was going to be a long night.
~•~
Turns out, Casey had underestimated the scrawny (ugh, svelte) turtle. In what Donnie lacked in muscle, he gained with his speed, mobility and of course, his mind. It was practically impossible to keep up once Donatello had leaped from the first building, tumbling and landing with ease, while Casey was coughing his lungs out as he ran desperately after the brainy terrapin.
"Okay, now you're just showing off." He panted irritably, nearly collapsing once he finally caught up with him.
"Are you coming or not?" Donnie gave his trademark gap tooth grin as he turned, slowing down.
"I am! You're just moving too fast!" Casey complained. "I thought turtles were supposed to be slow! I didn't even have time to get my grappling hook."
Donnie shrugged, ending the conversation with one simple movement.
They walked side by side, neither wanting to say anything. They both knew it would only end in arguing.
"Can I just say-" Casey started.
"No, you can't."
"I didn't say anything!"
"Exactly."
"Listen, Gap Tooth, I don't like this either!" He flicked a stone off the roof with his shoe. "But we have to ..." He swallowed. "work together, right?"
Donnie said nothing. He looked deep in thought.
"Is it because of April? Because it's not my fault she...y'know likes me more."
At the mention of April, Donnie turned away, eyes flashed with hurt, which only filled Casey with that annoying feeling of guilt.
"It isn't about her."
"Alright." Silence. "Sorry, let's just-" He cleared his throat. "Let's just work together, we don't need to be friends. Just get through the mission. After that, we can go back to hating each other."
"That was...surprisingly mature, Jones. Glad we can agree on something." Donnie quipped. "And for once, you're right. This mission is more important than our petty squabbles. No matter how insufferable you may be."
"Now you're just making up words."
Donnie fought the urge to roll his eyes. "So, that's two more hours of this."
Casey scoffed, but couldn't help but chuckle. Quietly of course. Last thing he wanted was for Donnie to think he was actually amusing.
"So...deal?"
"Deal." Donnie said, then added: "Cave Mouth." Which made Casey shove him lightly.
For a brief moment, they seemed to share a mutual understanding. The silence that followed wasn't awkward or forced, it was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as they could possibly be.
Donnie paused, startled by something. Lifting his bō carefully, he tried to follow whatever the sound was.
"What the-" Casey raised an eyebrow.
"Shh!" He hissed. "Do you hear that?"
"No?" Casey scrunched his nose, listening closely. It sounded like a...buzzing noise? Like a fly or mosquito. Irritating, but not dangerous. "Chill Don, it's just a bug or something."
"No, listen!" The turtle looked frantic and alert.
The buzzing became louder. Then, it was followed by the sound of snapping wood. Deliberate and exact. Casey gulped, taking his own weapon.
A massive shadow flew over their heads and landed in front of them. Donnie yelped in surprise, stumbling forward.
"Ah, shell." He swore, lifting his head to face the hideous insectoid mutant with acid green eyes. Scumbug spread his deformed wings, antenayes raised, prepared to strike.
"Well, I was right. That definitely is a bug. Scumbug! Wicked! This'll be fun!" Casey sneered.
"Which makes no sense, considering stag beetles aren't even bugs! They're insects!" Donnie spun his staff like a propeller, hitting the mutant face on.
"Not the time!" Casey tackled Scumbug, who roared, jostling him aside like a ragdoll. He smacked the floor with a sickening thud, directly on his arm. He fought back a scream of agony. "Do you- gah- seriously have to be such a know it all, all the time?" He looked at his arm, which currently looked seriously messed up.
Donnie looked affronted. "I am not a know it all!"
"Yes you are!" Another whack of his trusty hockey stick, followed by a knock to the ground, face first. He wiped his mouth from the metallic taste of blood.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you- Donnie, look out!" Casey shrieked, sounding less manly than he intended.
Scumbug, now furious, had efficiently used his enemies' bickering to his advantage. Before he could turn around, a spider web twirled from its appendages binding Donatello to the ground, who kicked and struggled furiously.
The mutant now crouched over the captured turtle, prepared to strike with his signature acid spit.
"Hang on, D! Casey Jones is here to save the day! GOONGALA!" He bellowed, racing towards Scumbug and latching onto him like a demented parasite. It was hardly the most graceful of moves, but it distracted him briefly.
He raised his hockey stick, poking him hard in the eye in an attempt to gouge them. Eyes were sensitive- he remembered Splinter telling him that.
With the extra time, Donnie reached for his bō, ripping the web apart with the extended naginata blade.
Scumbug, now looking more disheveled and horrifically disfigured than normal, retreated blindly into the misty air.
"I didn't need your help." Donnie said bitterly.
"Aw, is that any way to say thank you?" Casey retorted. "I just saved your shell." He poked his plastron roughly. "I think I deserve a little appreciation for my heroism."
"I had it handled."
"Did you? Because you looked just about ready to be eaten by Scumbug."
Donatello scowled, moving closer. "And he got away. So your heroism didn't exactly work, did it?"
"Would you rather have acid stuck to your face?" Casey growled. "You'd look even freakier than you do now. Next time you're a little 'turtle in distress' don't expect me to come save your-"
"I didn't need saving." Their foreheads pressed together, any moment ready to face each other on.
Casey gritted his teeth. "Sure, whatever you say. I didn't help because I actually cared about you or anything."
"Then why did you?" Donnie snapped, pulling away. "You could have left me."
"Because I- you- argh!" Casey felt his temper rising. "Because I'm not a monster, alright? We're a team, and we help each other. That's the deal." He wiped his chapped lips again, the disgusting taste of blood still lingering. He winced, clutching his arm.
"I can patch you up at the lair." Donnie said softly. "It just looks sprained."
"Mm." Casey grumbled, still pissed. Stubbornness was taking over any injury he had. He'd rather have his arm stay at this awkward angle than admit he was hurt in front of his rival. "I'll just wrap it up at home. I'll be fine."
Donnie sighed, raising his palm to his face. "Don't be so stubborn, I can help you."
Casey didn't look convinced.
"To repay the favor?" His warm brown eyes looked surprisingly sincere. "You did help me, after all. I'd probably be toast if you didn't."
Casey snorted. "You got that right."
A beat. Donnie looked unsure, as if he wanted to say something else. But whatever it was, it was holding him back.
"So...we should go back to the lair then?" Casey suggested, easing the awkwardness.
"Huh? Yes, of course. Totally. " Donnie nodded. "Naturally."
"Alright then."
"Jones?"
Casey turned, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say...thanks."
"Hey, no problem. But don't tell anyone I saved your ass."
"Deal."
~•~
Casey never expected to be sitting in Donnie's lab table, in between Timothy the blob-organ filled mutant and several bunsen burners, but life tended to be weird that way. He also didn’t expect to be pouting on said table like he was at some freaky doctor’s office. The rest of the team returned shortly after them, and seemed surprised that Donnie was actually willing to fix Casey's arm- and not begrudgingly.
Donnie returned with a first aid kit, setting it on the table. He hummed a familiar tune to himself, as if to fill the empty air of any more awkwardness.
"I've seen these before." Casey said, poking the bunsen burner tap, immediately then swatted away by Donatello. "At my school's science lab."
Donnie nodded, rolling up Casey's sleeve to examine his bare arm. Casey flinched, not comfortable with the random act of touching. "Hey don't!"
"Do you want your arm fixed or not?"
"...yeah."
"Then let me work my magic."
Casey frowned, staring at the bottle the turtle was holding. "Your magic looks like antibiotics and advil."
Donnie's lip twitched.
After his arm was treated somewhat, Donnie wrapped him up gently with a clean bandage. The slow movement made his heart race increase every time Donnie's fingertips brushed his arm, but he ignored it.
Don't be weird, Jones.
"That should be good. Don't put any pressure on it." said Donnie, passing him the advil. "And take this, it'll soothe the pain."
Casey pretended to look offended. "Here I thought you were gonna kiss it better."
Donnie rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Don't push it, Jones. We aren't there yet."
Casey laughed. "Yet. Thanks for fixin' my arm, D. You...aren't so bad, I guess. But let's go back to hating each other, alright?"
Donnie smirked. "Whatever you say."
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Ramblings on SamBucky and SarahBucky
1. As a queer POC in a biracial relationship, SamBucky becoming canon would be an absolute dream for me. 😍😩😭🙌🏼 I’ve never cared about a potential MCU ship this much before. HOWEVER, I do understand that the chances of this ship actually sailing are slim to none. So, I’m just happy to be here, lurking on Tumblr and AO3 for SamBucky content along with Stackie content.
2. If Marvel REALLY wanted to, it wouldn’t be hard for them to make Sam and/or Bucky queer. Sam could easily be gay and the only confirmation we would need for that is a simple comment from Sam or Sarah about an ex boyfriend etc. Bucky could so so easily be bi and all that would take is for him to say that when he tried the dating apps both men and women had so many tiger photos and he is so confused by that or something. Making these characters queer wouldn’t take a lot of hard work in terms of writing and it wouldn’t take more than several seconds of screen time.
3. I realize that it is unlikely that the MCU will offer us the kind of queer representation we hope for. Generally, queer stories in Hollywood are about coming out trauma or some other big narrative and just never something simple and happy. The best queer stories I’ve ever seen were the ones where no one was forced to talk about it - someone was just bi, and there was nothing to discuss. They are just living their life. That’s what I wish queer representation was in Hollywood on most days, but it isn’t. Not to say that our struggles should be erased, but we also just deserve some FLUFF you know? Unfortunately, I don’t expect that Marvel is working towards queer representation with any kind of real purpose that way. Sure, they intend to introduce a gay character in an upcoming movie, but the fact that it had to be announced and discussed and is some BIG DEAL is what I dislike about the portrayal of queerness in media. As it is, they are only just coming around to decent gender and racial representation. So better queer representation will unfortunately take some more time.
4. Personally speaking, even if no major queer ships became canon in the MCU, having some of the main heroes actually just BE queer in canon would be MORE than enough for me rn tbh. 🤞🏼
5. I must admit that my interest in SamBucky actually stemmed from the clear chemistry between Stackie. Anthony and Sebastian have SO MUCH vibrant joy, love and respect between them that I started to see so many possibilities for SamBucky. This means that I can also easily understand how some people don’t see any romantic undertones in SamBucky at all. I was someone that didn’t really see many romantic undertones in Stucky (though I would have been FULLY onboard of it becoming canon). What I saw there was deep friendship. So, I know that what I see in SamBucky now could just be something I’m projecting based on what I see between the actual actors. I’m not denying that there is some queer coding in SamBucky canon or Stucky canon. But sometimes I feel like those moments in most of the fan favourite ships are just fan service crumbs and nothing else. And even then, I think some of it might even be done without any real intentions to queer code. It could all just be a simple nod to the BROMANCE, if you will.
6. Marvel has no real excuses for not making Bucky bi/pan, but I see how they might actually struggle with making Sam queer. Our new Captain America being a black man is something complicated in and of itself as shown in TFATWS. Making him queer on top of that would make his acceptance by the general public as the new Cap vastly more complicated, even within the MCU universe (at least in the eyes of the people creating this universe). It can obviously be done, but I don’t see that Marvel would believe they can go there with ease. In fact, they might even think that trying to go there might switch the narrative even more from Sam’s heroics to his personal life, which really isn’t what the MCU is about. For this reason, even if Bucky becomes canon bi, I don’t think Sam will ever really be canon gay/bi/pan, making the SamBucky ship something that will never realistically sail. 🥺💔
7. Being realistic (and sad 😔) about SamBucky never actually having a chance of happening in canon brings me to SarahBucky - another beautiful chance for a biracial ship. One that can very easily happen (literally, it only took one smile and hello for this ship to take off because of the blatant heteronormativity in media - le sigh). At least if this ship sailed though, there will be SOME beautiful biracial romance representation AND it would be hella comedic when Sam and Bucky become in-laws 😂. Think of the potential there. Seriously, just give it a minute.
8. I know it’s TOTALLY unfair that there could be so much love and care between two male or two female characters and still a hetero relationship with just one vague moment has infinitely better chances of becoming canon. But that’s unfortunately where we are still, and hating on SarahBucky won’t fix that. SamBucky is incredibly unlikely to happen (though I will always keep my fingers crossed), so if SarahBucky has any chance to actually happen, we shouldn’t get angry about it and boo it. At least I’m not going to. Supporting the chance to see a new biracial ship on screen, especially one with a beautiful strong-willed dark skinned woman and a mother of two, is a good thing. And personally, I support at least one of the Wilsons to get that 106 year old dick! 😉
#The Falcon and The Winter Soldier#TFATWS#James Buchanan Barnes#James Bucky Barnes#Bucky Barnes#Samuel Wilson#Sam Wilson#The Winter Soldier#The Falcon#Sarah Wilson#Stucky#SamBucky#WinterFalcon#Stackie#Anthony Mackie#Sebastian Stan#Marvel MCU#MCU#Marvel#Disney+#SarahBucky#For Ships That Never Sail
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Found this article about things Ian did wrong in Shameless and I’m not saying he’s perfect but this didn’t even make sense so I’m fixing it. (Part 2)
10/20
C’mon I’m dying here so I’ll just reiterate what I was saying in part one of this. He’s mentally ill, so no he’s not making great decisions but that’s not his fault. Also at this point in the show he’s really starting to live with his bipolar disorder, he’s on better meds and he’s moving forward in his life. And seriously if you want to have sex with a ton of people who cares as long as your safe and honest with your partners, which wasn’t the case for Ian but I was annoyed by the overall negativity of this section’s title because it’s really no one else business.
9/20
I don’t have a lot to say about this one because it was a pretty bad thing to do regardless of the circumstances. But I’d like to add that they didn’t have enough of a relationship to be massively affected, and that the last sentence makes Frank out to be the victim of the series. It’s obviously referring to the bridge incident in which he was a victim but saying “he struggled to get over this act of betrayal and cruelty” seems unfounded and out of character. It’s never mentioned again and isn’t this big moment of shattered relationships it’s made out to be in the article.
8/20
Personally I really liked Trevor as a character and I even thought his relationship with Ian was good for the series because it kind of represented everything Ian wanted from Mickey that he couldn’t give and I think being with someone who was maybe his dream guy when he was younger helped him move past whatever idealism he had surrounding his relationship with Mickey by realizing that it wasn’t really what he wanted or needed. And as for Mickey their relationship is clearly unconventional in a variety of ways but they love each other so much and overcome so much more than most people in their relationship. It wouldn’t be considered ‘healthy’ from a phycological standpoint but they work really well together and complement each other and make each other happy. Whatever they have works for them and that’s all that matters.
7/20
This one is also pretty bad but while I’m not justifying his behavior here I still didn’t like how it was presented. Starting once again with the fact that Ian shouldn’t blackmail an old client but at the same time old men shouldn’t be having sex with underage teenagers. And overall I could see Ian’s power play being the result of a mental illness induced trauma that caused him to make decisions he wouldn’t have in a stable mindset. He was not mentally stable and he was high which means he was being taken advantage of even if it was consensual and his clients didn’t have this information. It not being intentional wouldn’t stop it from being traumatizing or hurtful to Ian and I could understand why he’d want to take a little bit of power back after being helpless for so long. Also its nothing like Frank because he’s doing it for a good reason, not to get wasted or high so that again doesn’t make sense.
6/20
Yeah so not his best moment but I’d just like to add that he was genuinely trying to help people so no one would have to struggle the way he (and Mickey) did. And while his behavior quickly turned erratic he was still trying to help albeit in his own unstable way. But it is later revealed that Ian was off his meds at this point which kind of dissolves any validity this claim may have had. And his attitude toward Trevor could be attributed to this as well (or maybe Ian was just losing interest, who knows?)
5/20
His meds don’t cure his illness they just balance it out and sometimes it’s not enough. He doesn’t stop taking his medication because he’s selfish but because he’s sick. And as for the rest of it he’s mentally ill, he’s not thinking straight, and it’s not his fault.
4/20
He’s bipolar and he’s off his meds, not sure how many more ways I can think to say this.
3/20
Great well they’ve been giving him a hard time for at least the past three sections and now the opposite criticism is being made. He believed in the cause and he said he believed in it at his hearing but telling the judge and a group of his followers that the way he’d handled the issue was wrong took courage and I was upset at his followers, some of whom were friends as well, for abandoning him when he admitted he was off his medication. Saying he shouldn’t have withheld a child from their parents and that he shouldn’t have blown up a van aren’t the same as saying he didn’t believe wholeheartedly in the cause.
2/20
Ian lives a life he’s happy with and that’s what matters. So he didn’t go to college (and get kicked out) or buy real estate (and then lose it and subsequently go off the deep end) he manages his bipolar disorder, works as an EMT, and is married to the love of his life while looking out for his siblings too. This seems like a pretty great life to me and despite its challenges he still has room to grow. And again with the medication, seriously?
1/20
Well this is so bad it’s almost funny. Literally Ian and Mickey are the only reason to watch this show and this comment had me torn between laughing and throwing my phone when I read it. I’m going to break it down a little anyway though for fun. So Mickey denied his feelings for Ian (internalized homophobia by the way) considering how his dad behaves when given this news can you blame him for wanting to protect himself? There was the rape incident with Svetlana, Terry tried to beat him to death when he came out, he burned down their wedding venue and tried to kill them on their honeymoon. I wonder why he didn’t accept he was gay sooner? And I’m sorry but are you kidding me, Ian being bipolar does not keep them from being happy, this is discriminatory towards people with mental illness in relationships, insulting to their characters, and blatantly untrue. The whole article was underplaying his mental illness and now they’re saying he can’t be in a happy relationship because of it? Also, the only time they weren’t faithful was when Ian was first suffering bipolar symptoms and didn’t have his meds which isn’t his fault, before that Mickey was just trying to force himself into being someone he could never be because he’s traumatized and afraid (and they weren’t exclusive and Ian knew he was with other people.) I’d like to point out again that there was heat on Ian for this earlier and it’s contradictory but so what he didn’t run away with Mickey. He wanted too but felt responsible for taking care of his family and things worked out better for him having stayed. Their relationship is unique and funny and sexy and they make each other happy so I don’t know what else there is to say.
I really hope people enjoyed this because it took me forever, I’d love to know everyone else’s thoughts.
P. S. The full article is posted to part one of this post for anyone who wants to check it out but mostly to give the writer credit.
Part 2/2
#shameless#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#gallagher’s#gallavich#rant post#ranting#bipolar disorder#mental illness#mental disorder#my thoughts
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See Yourself Through My Eyes
Summary: Virgil severely misunderstands Roman’s intentions. They both have a lot to work on...but they’re helping each other.
Notes: Yes I’m writing prinxiety immediately after that episode. Enjoy some gays.
Virgil was pretty sure there wasn’t a single person in the world who didn’t know about his feelings for Roman.
Logan definitely knew, because Logan somehow knew everything, and Patton was less than subtle about his support or dreaded pity whenever Roman would inevitably brush Virgil off or call him a name during a video.
There was no way Thomas didn’t at least suspect something. Virgil was a part of him, after all, and he was much more attuned with the aspects of his personality than he gave himself credit for.
That meant, of course, that Roman also knew.
Honestly, Roman probably knew before Virgil did. He was the romantic side, always looking for signs of love and affection and passion. Well, looking for it anywhere other than Virgil. Obviously.
And that was fine. Virgil had learned to accept it a long time ago that his feelings were just...common knowledge that would never be acted upon.
The fact that Roman knew made him anxious sometimes, and earlier on it had certainly kept him awake at night, but he had to admit there was some relief in that knowledge.
Roman knew that Virgil was helplessly head over heels for the Prince, and had never once acted any awkward or disgusted around him. They were friends now, the two of them making an effort to get to know each other after Virgil revealed his name, and that was fine with him. Friendship was more than Virgil had ever dared to hope for.
It hurt a little, sure. Even if it had never been brought up, it was still rejection all the same. And the eyebrow raises from Logan and sympathetic frowns from Patton didn’t help matters either.
But he’d get over himself. He still loved what he had, the Prince’s company and smiles and squeezes to his hand after a long day.
It was more than enough.
Now though...now Virgil was trying to ignore the fact that something was wrong.
He knew the others well enough by now to pick up on when they were acting differently, doubled by the fact that he was Anxiety- it was quite literally his job to look out for any little signs that he’d done something wrong or someone was upset.
Roman was working on something new. Virgil knew that glint in his eye, the spark of an idea forming, the air of excitement he carried with him. But it was a bit different this time. He hadn’t mentioned anything outright and he seemed almost...uneasy about whatever it was.
Logan and Patton were obviously in on it. Patton did an awful lot of giggling which earned a stern look and an eye roll from Logan, and more than once the three of them had abruptly stopped their conversation when Virgil had walked into the room.
So needless to say, by the time things came to a head, Virgil was already a jumpy, anxious mess waiting for the shoe to drop, for someone to just hurry up and chew him out for doing something wrong.
He’d really thought he’d been doing well. He’d been trying to at least. Thomas was ahead of schedule, and Virgil had been careful to let him unwind and relax when he needed it.
It was three days into the strange behavior, the sun beginning to set into the paling gray sky when Virgil left his room in search of the others, hoping he was still welcome for a movie night or family meal.
Roman was sitting on the couch, alone in the living room, fidgeting restlessly and drumming his fingers along his crossed legs.
When he saw Virgil, the Prince’s eyes practically lit up as he leapt to his feet, and Virgil resolutely ignored the familiar swoop in his stomach.
“There you are!” Roman exclaimed, quickly adjusting his sash and running his fingers through his hair. “I was going to come up and get you but I- well I didn’t want to bother you if you were busy.”
Virgil really hoped his blush wasn't as obvious as he thought it was. He shrugged, hands stuffed in his pockets. “I’m, uh, I’m not busy. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong! I just want to talk to you about something!”
That still very much sounded like something was wrong, and he felt his anxiety rise, squeezing shaky hands into fists, but it was hard to completely dread anything when Roman was looking at him so eagerly.
“Yeah, ok,” he said. “Go for it.”
Roman looked...nervous. Virgil halfheartedly thought about telling the Prince he was stealing his brand.
But Roman was talking before Virgil could work up the courage to tease him.
“Virgil,” he started. “I...well first of all I wanted to thank you for giving me a second chance. I know we don’t always see eye to eye but...I’ve truly enjoyed being able to call you a friend these last months.”
Virgil blinked, not quite sure what to say, struggling to think around the butterflies in his stomach. “Oh. Uh, yeah. You too.”
God, he was so useless.
“I’m glad!” Roman cleared his throat, wringing his hands together before continuing. “But...well, lately I’ve...I’m not even quite sure how to say this to be honest. I mean, it’s my job to be good at this but...you make me nervous, I suppose.”
Virgil made him nervous?
“Spit it out, Princey,” he said with a small smile, hoping to convey that the longer he stalled, the more nervous they would both inevitably get. If Virgil had hurt him or done something wrong, he needed to know. “Did I...Do something?”
“What? No! Of course not.” Roman took a breath. “It’s...well, I’ll just come out and say it. I believe I’ve caught feelings for you, Virgil. Romantic feelings, if that...if that wasn’t clear. I- er, thought about a more grand declaration but I...figured you wouldn’t like that.”
For a second, everything froze, Virgil’s pounding heart stopping in his chest. And then the giddy feeling in his stomach was gone, butterflies replaced with cold dread as the pieces fell together.
It made sense now. The planning when he was away, the conversations abruptly stopping, the nervous excitement, side glances, and laughter…
Everyone was in on it. Because everyone knew about his feelings, everyone knew it wasn’t mutual and that Virgil had accepted that, so everyone thought it would be ok to toy with his heart a bit. They thought it’d be funny.
“It’s- it’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same!” Roman said quickly, eyes widening at the lack of a response, and Virgil’s heart only broke further. “Seriously I- I don’t want to make things awkward or ruin our friendship--”
“No, I do,” Virgil said, because what the hell was the point in denying it? Everyone knew. It just wasn’t...talked about. At least, he’d thought they all had the decency not to talk about it. “You know I have feelings for you, Roman.”
He stared at the ground, at his socked feet on the carpet, refusing to look up and see the fake excitement Roman had plastered on for the sake of a prank.
“You do?” he heard the Prince say. “You do! Oh- that’s...that’s good! Right? So...so what are we--”
“Why are you doing this?”
Virgil knew he and Roman hadn’t always gotten along, and they still bickered occasionally, but he hadn’t thought...he’d never thought he would be so cruel.
“I...huh?”
“Why are you doing this?” Virgil repeated, finally raising his head just to try and catch Roman’s smirk, rewarded only with the other’s confusion. “Did you...what, did you all think this would be funny?”
“What? No!” Roman sounded incredulous, confusion morphing to something a bit more angry. “Dude, I’m confessing.”
“Yeah, sure.” Virgil hunched his shoulders, turning away to frantically scan the room. “Where is it? Where’s the camera?”
“Camera?” the Prince echoed. “Wh- you think this is a prank?”
“Of course it's a prank!” Virgil hadn’t meant to get worked up, but honestly could they blame him for getting angry? Did they think he was just going to stand here and take his heart getting broken? “I don’t know why you all thought this would be funny. Yeah, I get it, I’m an asshole. Doesn’t mean you guys have to--”
“You’re not an asshole,” Roman said, and Virgil scoffed, squeezing his eyes shut because he was not going to cry. “Virgil. You’re not. Why...why do you think this is a prank? Why can’t I just...like you?”
“Because I know you don’t feel the same, ok? I know we never talked about it but it’s pretty fucking obvious. And that’s fine. Or it- it was fine until you decided to treat my feelings like some big joke. What, is it because I’m Anxiety? Am I still just some dark brooding villain who can’t possibly experience real love so why not make a stupid video about it? Is that it?”
He took a breath, still refusing to open his eyes, willing himself to calm down, to stop talking, and get out of the situation as quickly as he could.
“Sorry, I’m...I didn’t mean to say all that,” he muttered. “Just...god, please don’t upload this. Please.”
Somewhere along the way his voice had fallen into nothing more than a pathetic whisper, but right now he really didn’t care. Virgil couldn’t see himself leaving his room for the next couple days at least.
“I’m not recording this, Virge,” Roman said, and he sounded painfully genuine. “I swear I’m not. We can go somewhere else, if you want me to prove it. I promise there’s no camera.”
Virgil’s shoulders dropped, and he relented with a shaky sigh. “Alright. So then...is this just for fun? Did I piss you off somehow?”
“No. God, no Virgil I would never…” he trailed off, pausing for just a few seconds. “I didn’t know you felt the same. I had no idea.”
That got Virgil to open his eyes, snapping his head up and fully expecting to see a joking smile and bright eyes. Instead, Roman’s expression was sad and genuine, and a bit guilty.
“What?” Virgil asked. “You...Roman, everyone knows. Literally everyone.”
“Well...I didn’t. Truly.”
Virgil blinked, momentarily at a loss because this was...there was no way. “You’re the romantic side. How could you...how?”
Roman shrugged, suddenly averting his gaze. “You didn’t know either. I’ve been taken with you for some time now, Stormcloud.”
Virgil shook his head, desperately trying to block it out, to push down that rising hope and excitement fighting its way to the surface.
Because...because no. No. It wasn’t true, it wasn’t. It didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t going to drop his defenses just to be crushed and laughed at.
“That’s different.”
“Why?” Roman asked, soft and sincere. “Why’s it different, Virgil?”
“Because...because it’s you. Obviously I’m going to fall for you, you’re- you’re perfect. You’re...talented and passionate and I’m...I’m me. You’re not going to fall for Anxiety.”
His words were met with silence, and there was a bit of relief amongst the sorrow in his chest, because if Roman didn’t have anything else to say, it meant this was over. He could just...forget about it and hopefully avoid any future teasing.
But then Roman took a step closer, Virgil forcing himself not to back up, immediately tensing up and waiting.
“But I did,” the Prince said. “I did fall for you, Virgil.”
Virgil shook his head again, looking away as Roman slowly approached, waiting for him to drop the act. “Stop it.”
“I fell for all of you,” Roman continued. “I fell for your smile, for your laugh- you have the most beautiful laugh, did you know that? I wish I could hear it more, but every time I do I feel as though everything is right in the world.”
Roman was in front of him now, one hand cupping Virgil’s cheek, and he couldn’t help but lean into the touch despite wanting to curl up into a ball and sob.
“You represent anxiety,” Roman said. “But you’re so much more. You’re brave, Virgil. I’ve seen it so, so many times. You fight against your fears, against anything that would put us in danger. You protect us. You’re strong, Virge, stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
“Please stop,” Virgil whispered, and it was such a blatant lie. He wanted this, wanted it to be real so badly. “Roman, I...I can’t--”
He couldn’t take it. If the rug was pulled out from under him now, after coming so close to what he’d always so desperately wanted...he didn’t know how he was supposed to look anyone in the eye ever again.
“I can go on,” Roman said. “And I will. I will help you see how easy you are to fall in love with if it’s the last thing I do, because you deserve to see yourself the way I see you. But I just...I need you to tell me you believe me. This isn’t a prank or a joke. I would never play with your feelings like that.”
Roman...Roman wasn’t cruel. He could get over excited, he could take a bit longer to pick up on someone’s uneasiness, he could be loud or brash, but he would never try to hurt someone he called a friend. He wouldn’t try to hurt anyone.
If this was a prank...it would have stopped by now. Right? Roman wouldn’t...he wouldn’t let it go this far.
“Virgil?” Roman’s voice was soft, hopeful, and Virgil warily met his gaze. “I love you. I really, really do.”
There was absolutely no way to stop the few stray tears that escaped at the raw emotion and adoration in those words, no way to fight against the way his breath hitched when Roman gently wiped them away with his thumb.
Virgil wanted so desperately to respond, to apologize, to warn Roman that at this point, if this all turned out to be a joke he was never leaving his room again.
But no words came out, Virgil still frozen in terror and treacherous hope. But slowly, cautiously, he reached forward to lace his fingers in Roman’s free hand.
The Prince didn’t pull away, didn’t sneer or laugh or twist his face in disgust. He just smiled, and squeezed Virgil’s hand.
“You can say no,” Roman said after a moment, never moving the hand that cupped Virgil’s cheek. He waited for Virgil to give a tiny nod before continuing. “Would it be alright if I kissed you?”
And Virgil had definitely stopped thinking at this point, fear and self loathing suddenly losing control to something else, something much more brave than anxiety.
He nodded wordlessly and before he could even blink Roman leaned forward, pressing their lips together, and Virgil felt his world melt away.
It was careful and delicate and perfect, so much better than Virgil had ever imagined, and that cold ache in his heart, the one that longed for something he could never have, melted from Roman’s warmth.
It only lasted a few seconds before Roman pulled away, but they were easily the best few seconds of Virgil’s entire life. If his heart decided to give out now, he didn’t think he would mind all that much.
Roman didn’t go far, pressing their foreheads together, and Virgil leaned into the touch, smiling when he felt Roman rub his thumb along his knuckles.
“I love you too,” Virgil blurted before he could stop himself, beyond relieved when Roman didn’t immediately shove him away. “I’m...I’m so sorry I thought--”
Roman quickly cut off the apology with another kiss, this one deeper than the first, and Virgil’s free hand instinctively moved up to grip his shirt.
“I’m not upset,” Roman assured when they pulled back. “I just...hope I can help you see how perfect you really are.”
Virgil smiled, hiding his blush against Roman’s chest as the prince wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.
“I forgot you’re a sap,” he muttered against the red sash. “Seriously though, you can be pissed at me for yelling at you.”
“Well, I’m not. Besides, it all worked out, didn’t it? You didn’t flat out reject me which is...what I was expecting.”
Virgil extracted himself from the embrace to look up at Roman, and suddenly it was the Prince's turn to quickly look away, brows furrowed.
“Seriously?” Virgil asked. “You thought I would reject you?”
“I wasn’t always...kind to you,” Roman admitted. “And...well, I know how I am. I can be loud and annoying and you don’t always like that. I’m not...exactly an easy person to love.”
For a moment, Virgil had no idea what to say to that. He thought back to all the times he’d mulled over his feelings for Roman, envisioning all the possibilities he’d once thought were impossible.
He’d tried to talk himself out of loving the Prince in an attempt to spare himself from the heartbreak. He told himself they were too different, too incompatible. It would never work even if Roman did feel the same.
But now, seeing the Prince stare at the ground with his shoulders tense, like he was waiting for Virgil to agree and call the whole thing off...it was almost like looking in a mirror.
Maybe they weren’t so different after all.
“You’re wrong,” Virgil said, grabbing for Roman’s hands again. “So...so I guess we’re both going to help each other. To...you know. See how easy we are to love. And stuff.”
And ok, he didn’t have Roman’s elegant way with words. But that wasn’t his job, and the Prince seemed to appreciate it anyway, worried frown replaced with a timid, yet brilliant smile.
“I guess so,” Roman said, smiling never faltering, and Virgil found himself matching it. “I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.”
That was the last thing Virgil heard before being pulled into another kiss, Roman nothing but warm, welcoming, and safe, and for the first time Virgil allowed himself to let go and relax.
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hi, you dont have to respond if you dont want. i love stand by me, but just wanted to kindly note (as a member of lgbtqia, and maybe you are too) that labeling male -children- as “gay” just because they hug and confide in one another may also encourage society’s ongoing message to straight males they cannot do these things without being homosexual, when obviously in reality, you can do these things and still be masculine/hetero.
I notice a lot of people do this and very few recognize this issue. So yeah i dont want you to think im attacking in any way, I’m just raising awareness :) hope you have a good day!
So I wasn't a hundred percent sure if I was going to respond to this message or not, but after some thinking I changed my mind.
It is true that we live in a society where toxic masculinity is very prominent. Young boys are taught not to cry, to surpress their emotions, and words like "gay" were used as an insult to many, and became an active fear, because of course they weren't, how could they be, it's something bad. Except, like both you and I know, both being members of the LGBTQ+ community, isn't. Because queerness isn't something that is wrong, or a burden or an insult.
Growing up, I didn't know it wasn't all of that, because that is exactly how I felt when I started to figure it out, and I still struggle with my own internalised homophobia, even though I've come a long way from where I was. Right around the time I started to figure out that perhaps I wasn't straight, I also watched Stand By Me for the first time. I was in the seventh grade, and our teacher had us watch it for class, and I just remember seeing the final scen when Chris is comforting Gordie and going "oh".
This story connected with me as a queer kid, and I never quite knew why until I got a bit older and started finding other queer kids who've had similar experiences with the film and short story as I've had. Seeing how they saw themselves I realised that I did too.
Queer representation in media has absolutely gotten better through the years, and as a sapphic, I am really glad I've gotten some incredible representation since I first watched Stand By Me. The Fosters helped me see that I had a future, One day at a time embraced me with acceptance when no one else did, and YA books such as You should see me in a crown are the types of stories I wish I'd had when I was fifteen.
How people chose to interpret The Body / Stand by me is entirely up to each individual, and if this film to many is just a story about childhood adventures, then it's a valid take, and the story has clearly impacted them differently, which is completely fine. But when other queer kids read lines such as “Stick with me, Gordie,’ Chris said in a low, shaky voice. ‘Stick with me, man.’” or, “My reasons for clinging to Chris were less definable” or even things like "We both dated in high school, but no girl ever came between us period." or "I could not have just left him to sink or swim on his own. If he had drowned, that part of me would have drowned with him, I think." and feel seen, they're not enforcing toxic ideals onto men, they are seeking comfort in a world that has long denied them their right to be seen.
I agree with your take on toxic masculinity anon, and I definetly don't think two men shouldn't be able to be vulnerable with each other without some romantic intent behind it. Such an idea is very engrained in society, and needs to be adressed. But, that is not what is happening here. People aren't enforcing any ideas onto these characters as much as they're seeing themselves in them and interpretating them in their own way.
Thank you for sending your message anon, and I hope you have a wonderful day, but just for future reference, maybe don't send stuff like this to queer kids running SBM blogs who are just talking about a piece of media that made them feel seen when not much else did.
Thank you.
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Here's one. It's not that Chris is dumb and can't recognize Jill's affections. He's just that gay. If a guy did what she did? Hello, signal! With Jill, he just thinks she's really caring. The big shock is that she hasn't realized he swings for his own team even though he's worn that tiny booty short sailor outfit in revelations.
okay have a small the outbreak never happened au :’D
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“So, Chris,” Jill says, tilting her head and shifting closer so that she’s almost too close to him, looking up into his eyes. She’s damn near batting her eyelashes, if that was a thing she even did, clear intent in the way she’s looking at him. “I was thinking we could do some... overtime.“
Chris blinks at her, clearly baffled, before grimacing a little. “I’m sorry, Jill, I just... I don’t think I can handle a single report anymore today.” He grabs his leather jacket where it’s been slung over the back of his chair, slipping it on. “I’m gonna head home and take a long, hot shower.”
He’s halfway through the door when he turns back at her, giving her an apologetic smile. “Sorry to leave you alone with the paperwork,” he says, painfully earnest. “Next time, I’ll cover for you, okay?”
“Okay,” she sighs.
*
The next time, Jill thinks she should be more obvious. She unbuttons the top button of her shirt, tugging it open in a way that is sexy but not overtly so, and she knows that she looks absolutely amazing. Hell, she’s gotten more than one look from the other guys in the squad already today, and it feels like Chris is the only one who doesn’t notice how snugly her pants fit and how she’s chosen the shirt to carefully emphasize the color of her eyes.
Feigning casual innocence she approaches his desk, leaning against it. As Chris looks up, she leans forward, fully aware that her cleavage is right at eye level for him, and hoping that he’ll finally take the hint. “So,” she practically purrs. Inwardly she cringes a little at how she’s acting, as this is so not her, but Chris is so fucking dense that she’s left with no other choice. “Wanna grab a few beers with me?”
Chris looks up, and immediately his face lightens up with a bright smile. He’s not even glancing at her breasts, tho, but he’s practically beaming at her. “Sure!”
Jill already congratulates herself for job well done, when Chris gets up and raises his voice. “Hey, Barry! Joseph! Brad! Wanna come have a beer with us?”
The whole office erupts in cheers, and Jill groans inwardly. What the fuck.
*
During the next weeks, Jill makes a few more obvious passes at Chris, and he seems to just be one hundred percent oblivious to what she’s doing. He’s either not getting it, or then he’s mocking her somehow, but Jill is inclined to believe that Chris is just too dumb to notice when he’s being flirted with. He’s not malicious, not in the slightest, so the idea that he’d be making fun of her just doesn’t track.
Then the RPD hires a new officer. The rookie, Leon S. Kennedy, is so pretty that everyone takes a long look and during his first week in the precinct he gets more proposals than anyone else has gotten in months. To put it mildly. And Jill can’t even begrudge him that, because he is not only gorgeous but he is also an absolute darling.
And it is then that Jill realizes the real reason Chris hasn’t been receptive to her attempts.
Leon visits the S.T.A.R.S. office, saying he has some official reports to deliver. Yet he spends half of his time there leaning against Chris’ desk, coyly asking him how long he’s been playing the guitar or how he got into the special tactics team, trying his hardest to look like he’s not lingering when that’s exactly what he’s doing.
And Chris? Chris gives him the biggest heart-eyes known to man.
Jill has never thought that heart-eyes is even a thing, what the fuck, it’s absolutely ridiculous. But there Chris is, making them, looking like an absolutely lovesick fool. And Jill does the math. She’s into Chris, definitely. She likes him, she’s attracted to him, and she would definitely want to climb him like a tree. Yet even more she wants him happy. And he’s so obviously into this new rookie, there’s no denying it.
So Jill decides to play wingman.
*
“So, Chris,” Jill drawls, as she hops up to sit on Chris’ desk. Everyone else has already left, gone home for the night, and it’s only Chris trying to struggle through the last of his paperwork while he probably just wants to doodle Leon’s name surrounded by hearts on the margins. “The rookie is kind of cute.”
Chris looks up, eyes wide. “Leon?” His face falls, and he looks ridiculously much like a kicked puppy. “You ...you’re attracted to him?”
Jill scoffs. “Half the precinct is,” she says, honestly. “He’s the cutest guy I’ve seen in... forever.” His face falls even more, and Jill hurries to explain. “But I don’t want to ask him out, okay. I was more thinking that...” she trails off, but then she decides that it’s just best to get it over with. “You seem to like him a lot. You should ask him out.”
Chris averts his gaze, sighing. “I... I’m. I’m not. I just... He’s... I don’t.” He sighs again. “I think I’m gay?”
That draws a laugh from Jill. “Yeah, I think you are.” She smiles at him, her heart constricting at the way his shoulders relax as he realizes she’s not mocking him or judging him. “And I think you two would make an absolutely adorable couple,” she continues, as firmly and nicely as she knows how.
“You think so?” Chris asks, something like hope blossoming on his face. “You think he’d go out with me?“ He looks as if he’s a child on Christmas morning, all full of hope and excitement, and Jill kind of just wants to pinch his cheeks.
“C’mon,“ she scoffs, “he’s been bringing in unimportant files and pretended like he had nothing to do just so he can talk with you for two more minutes. I think you’re good. He’s as into you as you’re into him.“
Chris looks the happiest Jill has ever seen him. “I’m. I’m gonna do it,” he says, nodding as if to confirm it. “I’m gonna ask him on a date.”¨
Jill grins. “Atta boy!”
*
Nine years later, Jill is the best man at the wedding. She thinks that everything worked out absolutely perfectly.
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breaking down this anti-ian article bc it bothers me ( from the child of a bipolar mother and a male teen with same sex attraction ) while also providing valid reasons ian sucks ( from someone who likes ian )
ive had this drafted for a while so i dont think i cover anything from season 11
tw for i^cest and r^pe
he was with a married man
in this point it points out that he was with kash and he continued his relationship with kash even after linda put cameras in the store
“Ian didn't seem to care about how wrong his affair with Kash was or how much it could hurt Kash's wife Linda, whom he saw at the store regularly. “
that is a quote from that part.
ian gallagher was fifteen in season one, kash was an older man who bought him gifts and payed attention to ian ,, that was not on ian , none of that was ian fault because he was a child
ian wasnt open with lip
“ Ian didn't tell Lip about his preferences and forced Lip to figure it out on his own. Lip was instantly accepting of his brother's truth and even offered to help him figure out any confusion he might be harboring, so it's really strange that Ian wasn't just upfront with his closest confidant from the start.”
no , lip wasnt forced to figure it out on his own and he also wasn’t instantly accepting.
in this point it mentions that ‘they’re extremely close ( bestfriends and brothers ) so its strange ian didnt tell him’
like point 1 , ian is a fifteen year old boy, growing up on the southside , and thoughout the show it has mentioned multiple times that the southside isnt that accepting
back to lip -- lip wasnt accepting, sure he was fine but ‘helping your younger brother figure it out’ by having a (female) classmate give him a blowjob isnt helping
he secretly dated his best friends brother
“Most friends have an unspoken rule about not dating each other's siblings, but Ian broke this rule by secretly entering into a relationship with Mandy's closeted brother Mickey.”
the only thing i have to say about this is , he was still with kash and mickey was a boy in his age group who was gay , growing up in the southside ian probably thought he was the token gay so of course hes going to chase after mickey
he stood by as kash attacked mickey
“Ian didn't do anything to stop Kash from shooting his new lover, and didn't even tell the police about his boss' over-the-top display of jealous action so proper justice could be served.”
okay. because two men he had fallen for had gotten into a fight, there was a gun involved and he panicked, in the end after mickey got shot he went to him
now to address the quote, he didnt say anything to the police because he probably knew that that would bring shame onto kash and his family, along with mickey and his family who are very homophobic
oh yeah and it was like 2011 and cops suck and THEY LIVE ON THE SOUTHSIDE
he and lip tried framing terry milkovich
oh the homophobic and racist dad of his boyfriend and bestfriend who tried to kill him and r*ped his daughter ?
yeah , shit man , that was real bad they shouldn’t have done that /s
he dated jimmy-steves married father
“Ian didn't bother telling Jimmy the truth about his father and didn't end his relationship with Lloyd upon finding out that he had a secret wife and family, either.”
at this point ian is probably sixteen but that doesnt matter bc i wont even address that
he met him at a club and then used his relationship with ned to make mickey jealous which was one of the reasons he kept seeing him, he didnt tell jimmy-steve about the relationship or his father bc he shouldnt find out from him he should find out from his father , again like kash, ned was an older man who payed attention to ian and ned later did develop feelings feelings for ian
he stole lips identity to enlist in the army
he enlisted because he didnt know what to do with himself, its implied/stated that the army timeline was the start of his bipolar
“While impersonating Lip, Ian had tried to steal a helicopter and then proceeded to go AWOL.”
this is because of the bipolar he suffers from, it is referenced later in the series after he gets back and hes manic
ian refused to accept being bipolar
of course he didnt accept it, it is made very clear that his family thinks lowly of monica so of course if hes the lucky duck to get what his siblings demonize her for, of course he’ll not want to be it
“He refused to take medications that could alter his personality or mood.”
okay. this is why im making this whole post, this goes along with part 15 ( or so idk ) ,,
my mother , my dear mother, who is bipolar and doesnt take her meds because they are mood altering , my mom doesnt take med because she told me once that they make her feel like shit, she told me that a little after i was born she started taking them but realized she felt nothing, she felt nothing for my dad or for i ( making her numb )
she told me anti deppresents dont help either because when shes on them and manic it pushes her past productive and into angry
my dad told me that when my mom was on bi polar medication she would seem angry most of the time
he wasnt faitful to mickey
“Ian's bipolar disorder made him very reckless and impulsive and led him to be unfaithful.”
lets break that down.
ians. bipolar. disorder.
this plot point i actually didnt like, mainly bc ian never addresses it so ill give the article a point. but then i take away 2 because they have more of a problem with his bipolar messing with him rather than the fact he never apologized and they never worked it out
ian stole yevgeny
before i start quoting i should mention because his boyfriend, who has supported and helped him is suddenly telling him he needs help, he was helping raise yev so he’ll see yev as his own
“Ian failed to recognize just how crazy he was acting...”
cuting you off right there , he was in a bipolar state, he wasnt ‘crazy’ and isnt ‘crazy’
he cant even keep count of his number of partners
just slutshaming i see
he helped throw frank off a bridge
“His relationship with Frank was understandably never the same after that, as Frank struggled to get over this act of betrayal and cruelty.”
‘was never the same after that’ frank never liked ian, ian was probably his least favorite and that point is very apparent
also , it wasnt just ian , his siblings and his boyfriend caleb
he left a healthy relationship to be with mickey
he fell in love with mickey at 15 , mickey was a comfort and always someone to fall back on, when mickey was taken away and no longer in the picture his heart still obviously was with mickey and when mickey came back he didnt know what to do
he told mickey he had a boyfriend but because mickey has been such a constant in his life he finally has back of course he couldnt resist
he liked trevor, i could tell he did but trevor wasnt the one he watched get r^ped by a russian prostitute, he wasnt the one ian was secretly dating bc it would be a death wish other wise, he wasnt the one there when ian was manic or depressive ( at the start )
he tried blackmailing an old client for money
“Instead of raising the money in an honest manner, Ian chose to visit an old client from his time working at the Fairy Tail and blackmail him into funding the shelter.”
because he felt indebted to trevor and wanted to make it up to him, it would have taken longer to do it in ‘an honest manner’ when his sister would have gotten it instead, he knew how much gay youths like he once was needed a safe place
“He grew up wanting to be nothing like his father, but this whole money-making scheme was straight out of the Frank playbook”
because thats all he knows, he grew up with that ‘playbook’ so of course hes going to take a page out of it, he is nothing like frank , franks money making schemes are selfish and for his own greed while ian wanted the money to help build a safe space for lgbt youth
he let fame inflate his ego
of course he did, hes a southside kid who was destined to fail
also it is very apparent that during the gay jesus era he went off his medication which didnt help
“Before long, he just completely forgot about his ex and focused solely on being a deity”
as much as yes, he did let it mess with his head, he was trying to still help lgbt youth and was going against anti gay churchs , in the end it didnt work out for him because he was off his meds and went over board
he stopped taking his meds
see previous point and ‘ian refused to accept being bipolar’
he actually wanted to stay in prison
because he was doing good in there
ian was helping others and was spreading awareness about lgbt with in the prison , and as him and jail scenes go , we can see people were listening to him and he was trying to make it safe sane and consensual
he let down his army of followers
“Ian admitted that most of his actions were completely irrational and the mere results of his bipolar disorder.”
he didnt want to, we can see this, because he knew he would let down everyone, his family were the only ones to ever ground him and they knew it would be the best option for his own mental health
during the gallavich wedding we can see that a lot of his supporters still have his back because they must know how hard it was for him to put all of that success on something he can’t control
he constantly wasted his potential
this is actually the only point in this article i actually agree with , so only 1/20 i agree with
his relationship with mickey wasn’t actually great
“Mickey spent the first several years of their relationship denying his feelings for Ian.”
he was raised by a homophobic and racist father who he knew would react the way he did when terry had caught the two that one day
“Even after he finally embraced his true self, Ian's bipolar disorder kept them from becoming truly happy together.”
yes but mickey was there for him the entire time and helped him through it, he told him he loved him which was really big for him and did his best to care for him
“They couldn't seem to remain faithful to each other for more than a few weeks.”
back to the point about ians bipolar but for mickey he wanted monogamy , now that scene in s11 may say otherwise but it is very clear that he wants a monogamous relationship with ian and ian ( after getting help ) wants one too, and in the later seasons they are monogamous
“When Mickey asked Ian to run away to Mexico with him, Ian refused.”
he wanted to, it’s obvious, but ian has his family and didnt want to abandon them again, i think part of him knew he would see mickey again because they always find eachother, he gave mickey all of his money and wanted mickey to have a good life
“Their relationship was simply never healthy.”
no it wasnt, but thats why the ship is great in its own way, the gay closet kid raised by a homophobic man is obviously going to have a lot of baggage , and ian who is bipolar and struggling with himself will also have a lot of baggage , but in the end they love eachother and that really shows in season five and season seven specifically
that is all lol ,,, this is long sorry
now, i am not a ian apologist , i love ian but hes a dumbass sometimes
actual valid reasons ian sucks
genuinely believes frank is worse than terry
yes frank was definitely abusive but terry is definitely worse ,,
mentally/physically/sexually abusive , the whole nine yards
terry hired a prostitute to r^pe his son , threatened to kill him and ian on multiple occasions , r^ped his daughter who ended up pregnant and is actively racist
frank on the other hand will make gay jokes but in the end doesnt give enough of a shit , he has attacked his children on multiple occasions but not to the brutality that terry has ( this isnt me excusing it )
sorry ian , terry is worse
never apologized
he never apologized for all the shit he put mickey and his family through, never apologized to mickey for cheating on him , never apologized for all the manic and depressive episodes mickey endured with him
never apologized for walking away when he couldn’t handle it, in hall of shame mickey actually acknowledges this saying ‘its youre whole MO’
debbies sexuality
he has constantly made statements saying debbie isnt gay and that bothers me because , why does it care ? as a gay man and as a gay man who soent time with a lot of lgbt youth wouldnt he support his sister even if shes just ‘experimenting’?
in the recent season he doesnt seem to care and doesn’t say anything but it still bothers me
mickey only getting like 80% of his heart
okay look , i get what ian means when he says this , everyones hes been with has made him who he is but fucking hell dude ,, shut up , thats your husband , thats the love of your life you shouldnt be saying shit like that , especially to him
and then this man had the audacity to say mickey probably feels the same about past flings when he knows that ian is the only one hes probably ever been with/serious about
obviously there is probably more but those are the main ones that come to mind
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before anyone brings up the trans or bi thing im going to explain my thought process for him
like ive probably mentioned multiple times he grew up southside and obviously only ever grew up with lgb and not t ,, trevor did inform him a lot and ian became supre accepting of everyone,, sexual preference isnt transphobic but i do think he approached the matter badly
now the bi thing , legit all i think is that he doesnt hate bisexual people its just that the man he really liked slept with a woman and never expressed any heterosexual attraction so it probably just suprised him and pissed him off because caleb did cheat on ian
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if you read this far HOLY SHIT THANKS LOL ,, im not adding things that i think are pro about ian this was just me breaking down that article and giving my two cents :)
feel free to message me and talk to me or send me articles like this about any other character/relationship and i will totally break that one down too lol
thanks for letting me rant
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