#jim is canonically a ladies man
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J.H. | The Duality of Jim Hopper
Masterlist | Buy me a coffee
Summary: Ever since Joyce introduced you to the local chief of police, Jim Hopper, you’ve thought maybe this town is a little too small. You’re certain that there is no truth behind the rumors until you take one hell of a beating and Hopper wants answers.
Pairing: Jim Hopper x Reader
Warnings: mentions of an injury, teenagers being punks, swearing, Hopper being Hopper
Word Count: 4.5k
“How are you settling in?”
The voice tears your attention away from one of the books piled up on the table in front of you. You glance toward the sound and see Marissa, the librarian, standing beside you. A part of you wants to groan at her question because you are acutely aware that you don’t share the same history as most of your friends in Hawkins.
You didn’t approach another child on the playground during your first day of kindergarten and establish a once in a lifetime kind of friendship -- like Mike and Will. You didn’t share cigarettes under the bleachers of your local high school while attempting to not get busted by administration -- like Joyce and Hopper. You didn’t attend new mother classes and bond over the newfound joy of motherhood -- like Karen and Marsha.
No. You haven’t lived in this small town your entire life. You moved to Hawkins after everyone your age had settled into their lives -- with jobs, and spouses, and children. Meanwhile, you came to Hawkins from Indianapolis in an attempt to have a quieter life. No children, no spouse, and no job -- that is until you had an interview with Donald Melvald.
And Melvald’s is where you met Joyce Byers, who quickly became your lifeline in Hawkins. You remember your first day at work, when she took all day just to train you. Little did you know, Joyce was just as excited as you were to have some company throughout the day. She easily took you under her wing and brought you up to date with the history of Hawkins. Eventually, she invited you into her life and home. Dinners at the Byers’ home became more frequent as you continued working together. The Byers slowly became your family in Hawkins.
“I’m doing well. Thank you for checking in.”
She gives you a polite smile. You were hoping she’d leave the conversation at that, but she asks you another question.
“Are you still working over at Melvald’s with Joyce?”
You give her a nod in response and turn your attention back to the stack of books that Will had recommended to you. It’s not that you don’t like Marissa. She’s fantastic at her job and you enjoyed the few conversations you have had with her, but you know she’s also a gossip -- or at least that’s what Joyce told you when you asked why the local librarian started asking you so many personal questions during your first visit.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s good. So are the boys. I’m actually going over there for dinner tonight.”
You hope you’ve given her enough information to quench her thirst for details.
“Oh. With the Chief?”
Apparently not.
Your brow furrows at her question and you shake your head. Ever since Joyce introduced you to the local chief of police, Jim Hopper, you’ve thought maybe this town is a little too small.
The two of you became quick friends, but you weren’t aware of his reputation in town until after you had dinner with him. It wasn’t even supposed to be just the two of you at Benny’s; Joyce was actually the one who had planned the little outing, but Will ended up coming home from school early that day with a fever, so Joyce had to cancel last minute. Hopper ended up wandering into Melvald’s later that day after Joyce had called the two of you about her predicament.
“We can still go tonight. If you want?”
Hopper will never tell you that he wants to take you out to dinner. Instead, he leaves the decision to you; afraid of the rejection that could come if he were to just blatantly ask you out.
You shrug before giving him a verbal answer.
“I don’t have anything else going on tonight.”
Hopper smiles as he leans against the counter, watching as you continue restocking the shelves.
“Meet you at Benny’s? 7:00 o’clock?”
You stop restocking and glance up at him. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was intimidating. He’s a large man and his presence practically demands your attention. Hell, his broad frame is taking up half the counter. But then his hands are anxiously fiddling with an unlit cigarette as he waits for your response. It almost makes you laugh -- the duality of Jim Hopper.
“Actually, can you pick me up? My car has been acting up.”
“I’ll be there at 7:00 and maybe I can take a look at your car?”
Jim watches you stand up. As you walk past him to get behind the counter, you gently place your hand on his bicep. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, but for some reason, every single fucking time you touch him, Hopper has to fight off the shiver that begs to journey down his spine. He doesn’t give it a second thought though. He can’t. He’s had his heart locked up tight for years. He isn’t sure if he could find the key even if he tried.
“You’re a lifesaver, Hop.”
You enjoyed dinner and Jim did end up fixing your car that night. You repaid him for the ride and a free tune-up with a case of beer, which the two of you powered through in the span of a few hours. At some point, you stole the keys to Hopper’s truck and convinced him the crash on your couch for the night. The next day, you two were the talk of the town after your neighbor told everyone she knew that the chief of police was leaving your house awfully early in the morning.
Since then, you’ve gotten quite a few questions about Hopper from the local citizens who didn’t know you too well -- assuming you were just another one of his many flings.
It takes everything in you to not roll your eyes at Marissa. Still, you offer her a polite response.
“Hopper’s working tonight.”
Marissa seems to be content in your answer and leaves you with your stack of books. You let out a sigh of relief and glance out the window. A small smile pulls at your lips as you spot Jonathan and Nancy talking to a group of boys in the parking lot, until you see one of the boys throw a punch a Jonathan.
You hastily push out your chair, turn on your heels, burst through the doors and sprint through the parking lot. You can hear Nancy begging for the boys to stop, but her protests fall on deaf ears as the boys continue to pummel Jonathan. Nancy turns toward you and relief washes over her features -- she doesn’t know you well, but Jonathan has always spoke highly of you and right now she’ll take any help offered.
“Get off of him!”
Your voice gets one of the boys’ attention for just a moment.
“This has nothing to do with you!”
You furrow your brow at the comment. Jonathan may not be your child; however, you care for him as if he was your own and you’re not going to let this teenager lay another hand on him. Quickly, you try to get inbetween the two boys. You think you have the upperhand until the boy on top of Jonathan throws his elbow back in an attempt to get you off of him. His elbow cracks you in the nose and immediately sends you crashing to the ground. The sound of your body hitting the gravel stops the boy’s assault on Jonathan. He turns to you and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he did not mean to hurt you; he had been blinded by anger and made a stupid decision.
However, those stupid decisions seem to continue as you watch red and blue lights reflect off of Jonathan’s car. You can vaguely hear the sound of a police siren and someone yelling your name, as you watch the boy who had been pummeling Jonathan into the pavement run in the other direction. You take a moment to take in details about the boy, knowing that you’ll end up at the station giving a description of the boy to Hopper.
As you try to get up, you’re met with the face of Officer Callahan.
“Woah, there. Seems like you took quite a beating.”
“No, no, no. Jonathan. You need to check on Jonathan.”
Officer Callahan puts a gentle, but firm hand on your shoulder to keep you in place as you frantically search for the boy.
“It’s okay. Powell’s with him right now. We’re going to get you both to the hospital. Chief is already on his way.”
You give Callahan a nod and lay back down on the rough gravel. As the adrenaline begins to leave your system, the pounding in your head starts to take precedence. In an attempt to ease the pain, you close your eyes. You only mean for it to be a minute, but as you hear Callahan’s voice begging for you to just hold on, you feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.
When you open your eyes again, the pounding in your head has dulled and your ears are met with the rhythmic sound of your heart beat on the monitor next to you. You’re about to call for a nurse to get some information when you hear a woman yell from down the hall.
“Sir, you can’t smoke in here!”
You hear a string of grumbled expletives before a familiar figure leans against the doorframe of your hospital room.
“Hey, Hop.”
He’s disheveled. His uniform shirt is fully unbuttoned and falling off one shoulder, leaving his henley to be on full display. It looks as though he threw on the shirt hastily as he pulled into the hospital parking lot. Somewhere in the chaos he’s lost his hat as well, allowing you a glimpse at his unusually tousled hair -- he’s been running his hands through it in frustration since he got the call from Callahan that you were on your way to the hospital.
His eyes rake over your body, checking for injuries, before they settle on your face. The hardened anger in his gaze quickly fades to a tender concern as he studies your broken nose and two black eyes.
Eventually, he moves from the doorframe and takes large strides toward you. He towers over your body as he stands beside your hospital bed. His jaw is clenched so hard that you begin to worry that the man might crack a tooth. The anger in the pit of his stomach begins boiling over once more as he gets a better look at your injuries -- they’re much worse upon closer inspection. Callahan was right -- you took one hell of a beating.
“Hop.”
Hopper lets out a solemn sigh as you slide your hand into his. Finally, he meets your gaze and his features soften. You swallow a string of emotions -- Hopper has never looked at you this tenderly before. It’s a lot to take in -- on one hand he’s got a warmth in his features that you’ve never witnessed before that only seemed to spark once he entered your hospital room and, on the otherhand, his body is so rigid that you fear he might snap if another goddamn thing happens today.
Keeping a tight grip on your hand, he takes a seat beside you on the small hospital bed. He reaches out and places his free hand on the side of your face. Your breath catches in your chest as his thumb gently traces over your wounds. His touch is careful, the softest whisper of contact. He’d stop if you asked him to, but you wouldn’t dare. You’d let him trace over the bridge of your nose over and over and over again, if it means that you’ll maintain Jim Hopper’s undivided attention. However, as he grazes over the area where the kid split your nose open, you flinch away from his touch. He pulls his hand back immediately and anger washes over his features once more. It was only for a second, but it was enough for you to recognize the festering rage stewing in the back of Hopper’s mind.
“Who did this to you?”
His voice is low and he ducks his head down to your level, maintaining eye contact with you as he speaks. You open your mouth but no words come out. You’re entirely enamored in the duality of Jim Hopper once again -- fierce and rageful, while simultaneously gentle and kind. A protector in every sense of the word. He moves cautiously, placing his hands on either side of your face. He’s cradling your face like a coveted prize jewel. He takes a moment and then asks you again.
“Sweetheart, who hurt you?”
You finally let out the breath that got caught in your throat. His voice is somehow sweet as honey while simultaneously laced with venom.
“It was just some punk kid that was giving Jonathan trouble.”
His brow furrows immediately at your response.
“What kid? I’ll make sure he never touches you again. And Jonathan.”
There’s a beat before he says the last two words. He rushes to add Jonathan into the equation in an attempt to make it seem like he’s sitting here with you because it’s his job, and not because his heart dropped into his stomach when he got the call from Callahan. He didn’t even both listening to the rest of Callahan’s message over the walkie. He knew someone hurt you and that you were being escorted by an ambulance -- that was more than enough to get him racing to his truck and speeding to the hospital. But now, in this moment, where it is just you and Hopper, he tries to cover up the fact that he’s here solely because he cares for you.
“He didn’t mean to hurt me.”
He looks at you with an incredulous expression. Where Jim is harsh, you are forgiving. He’s always appreciated the ways you’ve challenged him since you moved to Hawkins. But, right now, he wishes you were as angry as he was. But, instead, you’re sitting here with your infinite grace and it’s just pissing him off more. He retracts his hands from your face and stands up, before raking a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Oh, he didn’t mean to hurt you? Sorry, sweetheart, Callahan didn’t relay that to me that in his message -- you know the one where he let me know you were unconscious! I should go find him then, right? So I can check in on him?”
The honey is long gone from his voice, it is all venom. And the way he says ‘sweetheart’ this time is almost condescending. You’ve heard Hopper raise his voice before, his anger is no stranger to you; however, this is the first time he has risen his voice at you. It startles you for a moment. You let out a frustrated breath and furrow your brow.
“Hey, don’t take this out on me. That isn’t fair.”
“You scared the shit out of me!”
And then there is a painful silence between the two of you. Hopper is practically panting as he tries to regain his composure. Against his better judgment, he glances in your direction. Guilt immediately blooms where anger had previously resided. Deciding he’s done enough damage, he turns and begins to walk toward the door in an attempt to find Jonathan’s room.
“Hey, Hop. Wait.”
Hopper stops as he hears your voice. It sounds smaller than normal -- almost as if you were scared that he’d cast your plea aside and leave you in this room alone. Don’t you know by now he would do anything you asked of him? He lets out a sigh before turning back to you.
“Please don’t go.”
Hopper nods at your request before slowly making his way back over to you. This time, instead of sitting beside you on the small hospital bed, he pulls a chair up to your bedside and slumps into it. He no longer looks angry or concerned or soft. No, he just looks exhausted and the sight causes a sharp pain in your heart. The two of you sit in silence for a few moment before Hopper notices your hands wringing anxiously. He decides then to break the silence.
“How did you even get caught up in this mess?”
You let out a laugh before answering, catching Hopper off guard.
“I was actually at the library.”
Hopper raises an eyebrow at your confession and looks at you in disbelief.
“You’re joking.”
The two of you laugh together at your absolute dumb luck. You’re glad that the tension in the room has dissipated. Now, the silence is comfortable.
“You know Marissa?”
Hopper raises a brow at you once more.
“The librarian?”
“Yes, the librarian. I think she likes you.”
Hopper lets out a half-hearted laugh at your comment. A part of him wishes you were around when he was a younger man -- when he was less bitter. Before the war totured the boyish charmisa out of him. Yet another is glad that you weren’t there to witness his past. That unlike everyone else, you don’t assume that he’s already slept with the local librarian -- even if it’s true.
“Trust me. I know.”
You stare at him with a look of naive confusion. Eventually, you put the pieces together and your eyes light up. You roll your eyes and laugh before covering you face with your hands.
“This explains so much.”
Now it’s Hopper’s turn to be confused.
“What are you talking about?”
“She asks about you all the time.”
If Hopper were a few years younger, that comment would fuel his ego; however, those days are behind him.
“And that explains why she doesn’t like me.”
Hopper is taken aback by that comment. He can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t like you.
“Why wouldn’t she like you?”
“Because she believes what everyone else does.”
Hopper looks at you as if you’re speaking a different language. You let out a laugh at his oblivious nature which only seems to confuse him more. It makes sense that the comments were directed toward you and not the intimidating chief of police; however, you can’t believe he hasn’t overheard anyone talking about it at this point.
“People talked after you crashed on my couch that night.”
“Oh.”
You don’t have to get into details about what they said. Hopper knows. He knows his reputation proceeds him. And he should have known that spending more time with you would raise a few eyebrows in town. Sometimes he hates this stupid small town and the fact that someone is always watching.
“Did you think about it?”
Hopper looks at you for a moment before he furrows his brow. God, this oblivious man is going to kill you. Deciding that it’s too late to back out now, you decide to double down.
“Did you think about me that night like you thought about Marissa?”
“How hard did that kid hit you?”
He attempts to lighten the mood and brush off the question, but you won’t have it. He’s avoiding your eye contact, deciding instead to fiddle with the pack of cigarettes that he pulled out from his pocket.
“Jim.”
It knocks the breath out of his lungs. You’ve only called him that one other time -- the same night you’re asking about. Hopper was already one too many beers in when you fell beside him, onto the couch. He let out a loud laugh while throwing an arm behind you, on the back of the couch. You laugh along with him and lean your head back into his arm. You turn your head to face him and you’re suddenly aware of how close you are to Hopper. He’s looking at you like you’re a goddamn dream. And you’re not sure what time it is but Hopper looks softer in the moonlight. And you know you’re not thinking straight; however, leaning into the sudden intimacy between you and Hopper doesn’t seem like a terrible idea.
And then you say his name. And it sounds like a goddamn prayer. His mind is fuzzy and he swears you’ve never looked as stunning as you do right now -- he takes a moment to capture this memory and file it away into the back of his subconscious.
He watches as you lean into him. You move slowly, allowing him room to back away if he wanted; however, he doesn’t pull back. Instead, he takes your lead and leans in as well. Before any drunken, heat of the moment decisions can be made, your phone rings, cutting through the thick silence. Hopper emits a low growl, but allows you to pull away and leave the room. You answer the phone and he can hear your voice from the other room. He sets his beer down on your coffee table, deciding that he’s definitely had enough to drink. By the time you return to your living room, Hopper is snoring and the moment has passed.
He may not be drunk now; however, he’s just as enamored as he was that night as you say his name.
“No.”
His answer hits you harder the elbow you took to the face. Your eyes fall to your hands and you nod. Hopper is immediately filled with regret. God, he’s an idiot. That’s not what he meant. Of course he’s thought about you. It’s just different and he’s not quite sure how to explain it to you, but he’s going to try because he cannot stand the sadness that has washed over your features.
“Sweetheart, you’re not Marissa. When I was with her, I wasn’t thinking about her; I was just thinking about me. Of course I thought about it that night -- you and I. It’s just you could never be just a fling to me.”
Hopper avoids eye contact with you as he speaks, but it doesn’t matter. His honest words make your heart flutter and repair the heartbreak that his previous answer caused. A small smile spread across your face at the sudden realization that Hopper likes you.
“I thought about it too, that night.”
Hopper’s head rises and he meets your gaze.
“You know -- you and I.”
You repeat Hopper’s words back to him with a small smile on your face. Hopper can’t help the laugh that escapes him. The two of you have entered uncharted waters; however, Hopper has never felt more comfortable than he does right nwo, wading into the deep end with you. He moves his chair closer to your bedside and takes your hand in his once again. When he meets your eyes, your breath is once again trapped in your lungs. It’s like you’ve transported right back to that night and you’re Jim Hopper’s answered prayer.
“You know, the kid hit you pretty fucking hard. Are you sure you’re thinking straight?”
You roll your eyes; however, Hopper still manages to get a good laugh out of you. Even when he’s flirting, he’s still a goddamn smartass.
“Just kiss me, Jim.”
You don’t need to tell him twice. In a moment, he’s out of his seat -- towering over you once again. If you were any other person in Hawkins, you would probably perceive Jim’s presence so close to you as formidable, but, right now, you just feel safe. And you can’t help but lost in the duality of Jim Hopper.
He moves his hands and gently cradles your face. Your eyes close as you lean into his touch. You allow yourself to just enjoy the feeling of Jim’s skin on your own, until he traces his thumb over your bottom lip. As you open your eyes, you’re met with Jim only a breath away from you. You lean into him and then his lips meet yours and it just feels right - like everything has finally fallen into place; Hawkins, Melvald’s, the Byer’s family, Jim.
Jim’s movements are gentle and slow, until you grab a fistful of his open sheriff’s uniform and pull him closer. The guttural growl that reverberates in Jim’s chest as he moves his hands down your body, sends a shiver down your spine. The sweet, lazy kiss has now turned into something more passionate and desperate. Seemingly lost in the moment, Jim nudges his nose against yours which makes you involuntarily let out a pained hiss. Jim pulls away instantly and his eyes fill with panic, until he realizes what he’s done. A soft chuckle escapes him as he leans his forehead against yours.
“Sorry. Got a little carried away.”
His voice is low and sultry. You’ve never heard anything so heavenly before. And then you're laughing with him. Today has been overwhelming, to say the least, and it’s comical to you. Jim leans back again and meets your eyes. There’s a new fierceness in his gaze that isn’t quite so rageful. He moves his hand to gently tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear.
He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by footsteps stopping just outside your hospital room and a surprised gasp. Jim’s eyes close and he shakes his head. He should have known -- there is no such thing as privacy in this small town. He opens his eyes and you’re smiling at him. You’re fucking smiling at him and it takes everything in him to not kiss you again.
“It’s Joyce isn’t it?”
You peek over his shoulder and spot Joyce standing in the doorway with both of her hands over her mouth. The sight makes your smile grow and you nod your head to answer Jim’s question. He lets out an annoyed sigh and finally moves away from you. Jim doesn’t go too far though, he simply sits on the edge of your hospital bed and keeps a protective hand on your thigh.
“Joyce.”
Jim’s voice is stern. The dramatic change in tone almost gives you whiplash. Joyce seems to be at a loss for words as she just moves her gaze between you both. Jim finally throws both of his hands up in front of him, exasperatedly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Jim rolls his eyes at her apology, but there’s a small smile plastered on his face. He might be impatient and uncordial with almost everyone in this small town; however, Jim Hopper has always had a soft spot for Joyce Byers. And right now, Jim feels like he’s back in high school. Joyce has never been nonchalant, so every time Jim included her in his extracurricular activities, it always seemed to bite him in the ass; however, no amount of detentions ever stopped him from inviting her into his life.
“It’s fine, Joyce. How’s Jonathan?”
Your nerves dissipate once Joyce lets you both know that Jonathan is perfectly fine -- a little bruised and battered, but ultimately okay. She attempts to make some awkward small talk with you both, before excusing herself from the conversation so that she can go check on Jonathan.
With that, Jim’s attention is once again focused solely on you. He moves to kiss you again, but stops once his forehead meets yours.
“I swear to God, if a nurse barges in next.”
“Shut up and kiss me, Hopper.”
A content smile spreads across his face at your words. He could get used to hearing those words -- he could get used to all of this.
“Yes, ma’am.”
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10 Anticipated BLs for 2024
Since I'm excited for ALL the GLs (Pluto, 23.5, Sunshine in the Wind, Chaser Game, Be Mine, y todo!), I'm making my list of the 10 BLs I'm excited for this year with brief reasons why I'm looking forward to them. In my normal fashion, I cheat my way into having more. All except one is Thai because Thailand loves to tease series three years in advance, then never make them, but I strongly believe these are coming:
The Next Prince
Zee continues to never play a poor person, and a trailer is supposed to drop in the first quarter of this year. I never knew there was so many fencers on BL Tumblr, so I'm looking forward to everyone's commentary on how well the characters poke with their sticks or whatever fencers do.
Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart
It's a heist BL. It has YinWar. It has Prom x Mark. It has Bonz. It's Dee Hup House (we got beef). It's Director Tee and probably Cinematographer Jim. It might have color coding. There is not one thing I can find wrong with this series. It's perfect on paper, and I'm praying that translates well to the screen.
Spare Me Your Mercy
Like that lady in Titanic, I've been waiting 80 years for this series (give me a minute to cry about MaxTul), and it's finally near! I'm getting JJ & Tor in a Dr. Sammon piece, who I feel writes "Be Gay, Do Crime" very well, so I'll be forgiving any of these two gays' wrongs including murder, attempted murder, contemplating murder, and murdering each other in the bedroom (ahhhh!).
Wandee Goodday
Golf from The Eclipse is directing. It's about Muay Thai. It has an older doctor and a younger boxer who start off as bed friends (and I think one is actually a virgin). It has color coding. It has me already seated and waiting with popcorn, and I think it might be the first offering that will be delivered from GMMTV's 2024 lineup.
Sequels: Choco Milk Shake 2, Unintentional Love Story 2, My Doctor
Is Choco Milk Shake 2 gonna finally give me poly? Probably not, but I hope My Doctor brings the same heat the side couple did in Be Mine, Superstar, and the side couple getting the spotlight in Unintentional Love Story 2 will also make my side-couple-supremacy heart very happy this year.
Live in Love
It looks color coded. That's it. That's the reason. Keeping my expectations low because it might not get made since this is Thailand's favorite game.
Red Peafowl
The character reveals were absolute chaos, so I'm hoping that chaos transfers over to the actual series because it can either be a mess or a masterpiece, but it cannot be mediocre with Max, Cooheart, Boun, Mek, and Yacht as supports. Plus, it has color coding and a bird that is quickly becoming a Tumblr god.
Love Upon a Time
Even though it is a historical queer series, which means it could be sad, I think Domundi will keep the sass, so James' character won't be crying in the 1600s club but instead eating fruit seductively to encourage Net's character to put his homosexual skills into practice instead of simply theorizing about them, which is something I need more of. Plus, it has color coding.
Love Puzzle
This is one that might not get made because . . . Thailand. It's connected to Chains of Heart, but I don't care because the cast looks good and Poppy is gonna finally get to kiss a homie. If this doesn't get made, I will cry thug tears. It's 2024. Poppy deserves to kiss a man already.
My Stand-In
I don't understand the plot, but it doesn't matter because Pepzi and Khom are directing, and in case that means nothing, those were KinnPorsche's directors! Then, it has Up and Poom as the leads, plus a stacked supporting cast. I'm here. I'm queer. And I'm ready to be served.
Honorable Mention: Peaceful Property
It's about los espookys and features Tay and New. Will it be a QL? The streets are saying no, but all the characters are color coded, and all's I'm saying is what would be the point of color coding them if I ain't getting a BL main couple and a GL side couple? It's already canon to me.
Bonus: MosBank & JoongDunk
MosBank had like eighty projects announced for 2023, and I got NONE! Big Dragon 2, Big Dragon: The Movie, SunsetxVibes, where you at?! Y Journey: Stay Like a Local and Club Friday do not count. I don't want to watch their horror movie, but gosh darnit, if that comes out before everything else, I just might.
And I am a JoongDunk fan first, and a human second. Give my boys a gym BL already, GMMTV!
#10 Anticipated BLs for 2024#I've made my list#and I'm checking it twice#thai bls#I'm excited for ALL the gls
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re: that *chef kiss* PERFECT Franken-Drummer post and tumblr not being all over The Expanse, I know right?? it’s such an amazing show with so many delightful, complicated characters yet it’s so unfairly slept on! maybe because S1 takes awhile to get going and ppl give up? idk but it makes me sad that I have so few ppl to squeal about Drummer and Amos and Bobbie and Christjen and Ashford and Naomi (ad infinitum) with 😭🚀😭
WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT OBSESSED WITH THE EXPANSE HELLO!?!?! there's literally so much to love about it oh my god. you're right, it DOES take a second to get going but once it does!!!
for those of you who have not read or seen The Expanse series (I myself have yet to read the books), let me tell you why you'll love it:
political space drama with incredibly distinct cultures and phenomenal world building, if you're a details girlie (gn), you're gonna go nuts
the found family vibes!!??! are off!?!? the charts!?!? (minor spoilers for the first few episodes) four people are thrown into a situation in which they accidentally become the most important people/fugitives in the whole galaxy and most of them DO NOT trust each other, what could possible go wrong, and even better, what could possibly go RIGHT
Christjen Avasarala. you are not ready for her. most powerful mover-shaker on earth with the most incredible outfits you've ever seen, refined elegance with the filthiest mouth, plus she's got a classic "whatever those two have going on is so gay it veers into something else entirely" with her younger protective knight lady, Bobbie
Bobbie. the "not to be a lesbian but oh my god" post is made for her. we meet her in the show for the first time when she arm wrestles a robot and WINS. you will be begging for her to step on you with her mech suit
speaking of women I want to step on me Camina Drummer. angry revolutionary pirate queen of my heart. do you miss the unique agony of 2000/10s queerbaiting but want it to be not baiting somehow? this show does that, idk how else to explain it. the most agonizing sapphic pining you've ever seen but it's textual and also not painful because its gay. don't worry, Camina fucks, just not the girl she wants most (also spoilers, but this is not a bury your gays show don't worry)
Jim Holden is literally just Some Guy who becomes the special fantasy chosen one because he simply cannot stop Getting Involved. nosiest bitch in the universe, I love him.
imagine you're a girl who leaves your shitty ex and gets a normal industrial job on a spaceship, only to have a six foot, two hundred pound killer dressed as a mechanic imprint on you like a baby duck, and its unclear whether he wants to fuck you or call you a little sister but he definitely WILL kill for you and will do literally anything you say and then you both end up caught up in a weird galactic war by mistake and there's this other guy with a captain america level moral compass and he's cute and you're into him except your shitty ex is still out there with the biggest secret you have and meanwhile your best female friend is the coolest person you've ever met but you don't think you can be what she needs and you're holding your family together, you're holding the universe together and all you want is justice for your people but unfortunately you've gone and fallen in love with the accidental most important man in the galaxy. well, every day Naomi Nagata wakes up
Praxideke Meng. botanist of my heart. literally tames the rabid guard dog that no one else could. gentle and able to stay gentle because of said dog. which brings me to...
Amos Burton. I saved him for last because he is my guy. he is THAT guy. canonically aromantic pansexual king. are you into guard dog characters? do you find yourself drawn to the "sorry my love language is acts of service and all I'm good at is killing people" characters? amos burton is like seventeen tumblr posts come to life. previously mentioned enormous killer dressed as a mechanic, former heels wearing "I didn't always work in space" sex worker who is always rolling into brothels and being like "you guys unionized?", gives a shit about basically no one in the universe except his crew and every single child in the galaxy, accidental comedian because he cannot stop saying weird shit, not a nice or good person but a loyal one, and one who is always trying to relearn the empathy that was carved out of him as a young person. every time he goes homicidal to protect one of his chosen people (crew + any and every child), an angel gets its wings.
fin.
#answered#the expanse#most of this is cribbed from the essay I was texting a friend the other day lol#which is what inspired my expanse posting in the first place#bc I was like 'I HAVE to stop bothering this friend' lol#btw the canonically aromantic pansexual thing teeeechnically comes from the writers' twitter?#but like#you simply have to watch the show to know that about amos#he mostly doesn't sleep with people in the show and yes the few he does are women but the dude is queer#but anyway the authors have explicitly said he's aromantic and that his sexuality is 'yes'
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I started out this fandom by being a hardcore HappyEdIzzy shipper, but even then I’m aware that their aura can he heavy. Even when I wrote them as a happy couple, the air surrounding them can be stuffy. “I was born to love you” kind of love. It’s beautiful but phew.
This is why I become so passionate about Stizzy. They’re sexy, intriguing, flirty—they’re two horny idiots stuck in an elevator. Writing them allows you to have so much fun with occasional touch of sweetness, a fluffy romance that doesn’t have to involve big ideas like destiny.
Also, the way their relationship progresses in canon is indeed the best part of the season, the one that almost remedies the finale—apart from Izzy’s transformation itself. My hot take: With Izzy, Stede has the opportunity to develop a healthier and more stable relationship. One that is based on respect for what the other person actually is—not his romanticised idea of him.
Another character that I passionately ship Izzy with is Jim.
Because they are just so incredibly sexy together. Heck, even the age gap is deliciously scandalous—if you don’t believe in creative freedom in shipping then shoo shoo. Their similarities mean they have great chemistry together. Izzy can be Jim’s daddy (not dad). And Jim can make him feel young again, making him believe in life and love again. Jim can be the first enby he dates and it really opens up his horizons.
Other characters I ship Izzy with:
- Kitty Bites aka Fang x Izzy x Frenchie
A sweet, asexual kind of love. Supportive and affirming. They help ease Izzy into this brand new world of partnership and acceptance. Izzy can give them the devotion they deserve for being such kind souls
- Mary and the widows’ club
If I were to write Izzy as Bi/Pan or even straight, this is where I’m going. He is the ladies man. He treats them like princesses. He provides them both the chivalry and the adventurous, sexy side of being with a pirate woohoo. The widows deserve this after years of boredom and restrictions.
I’m also cool with Lucius and Pete and genuinely believe they were going to be together in canon.
Come on. Where is Lucius’s sketch of Izzy? And that is a literal horseshoe on Pete’s belt FFS. If only a certain showrunner has more common sense in leading us through this journey
#izzy hands#headcanon#ships#jim jimenez#stede bonnet#stizzy#jizzy#mary allamby bonnet#lucius spriggs#black pete
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Absolutely most random OFMD headcanons I have, no idea why. No base in canon.
Stede Bonnet has a ton of fancy lingerie, corsets, stockings etc. Also enjoys classy erotic literature. Stede is not a very religious person, for the time. Pragmatic.
Favorite color: eggshell robin’s blue specifically.
Roach is bisexual and a notorious ladies’ man on shore leave. Breaking hearts everywhere. Roach is trouble. Favorite color red.
Frenchie is asexual or only interested when there’s romance/friendship. (Hi Wee John!) Favorite color purple or lavender.
The Swede LOVES potatoes. That’s her favotite food. Pötatö. Favorite color pink.
Related, Swede is female to me. She doesn’t know a thing about gender but at heart, female. Also, Swede is probably the only virgin on the ship.
Izzy has only ever been interested in Blackbeard. No interest in anyone else, sexual or otherwise.
Oluwande smells really good, like fresh baked bread. His favorite color’s yellow.
Jim was a virgin until they met Oluwande. Jim will wear clothes until they fall apart and get very attached to certain items like a hat or coat.
Lucius used to be a prostitute and still perfumes heavily, has Pete dizzy and giddy whenever he walks close to him.
Lucius is the first male Pete has been interested.
Buttons has the gift of foresight. He can’t do magic but he has a glimpse into the future, sometimes.
Olivia is a lot less friendly/easy-going than Karl. Will peck you if you look at her wrong. Karl was unusually chill.
#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd thoughts#ofmd theory#ofmd meta#ofmd headcanon#stede bonnet#roach#frenchie#oluwande#jim#jim jimenez#izzy hands#izzy#israel hands#lucius spriggs#lucius#black pete#buttons#the swede#karl#olivia
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okay so that was A Lot. thoughts
i am obsessed with everything about this crew and i would like to join
my love for izzy continues to grow exponentially and i would like to know why he doesn't have a partner who loves him unconditionally the way he deserves
also your voice sir ?? hello
i still fucking hate jim/archie and whatever the fuck they're trying to pull with olu being jim's platonic bestie now
like fr can we please just have an afab trans person who likes dudes and not immediately undermine it ?? i can't speak for nb people but around a third of trans men are gay so it seems like it's time for that to get the rep it needs now kthnxbye
they boned!! THEY BONED!!! FIRE THOSE CANONS ROACH
love a good ejaculation analogy
swede in a crop top was the costume choice i didn't know i needed
honestly i can see the bpd in ed now so clearly he's literally having an identity crisis every five minutes
stede getting his arse handed to him while fighting back poorly just makes me love him more. love a pathetic man tbh
GET WRECKED ZHENG
sorry i love her but she crossed a Line trying to split up the crew
lady calypso needs to be a regular. kristian nairn getting to flex his drag persona is a gift that could just keep giving
uhh pete and lucius getting freaky for a whole day is relationship goals tbh
this crew is my adopted family now bye
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I'd just like to point out that while Nightingale is canonically queer, Horatio Nelson had literally the most homoerotic moment in history ever (and saying he supported slavery, when he actively worked against it, because of that one forged and misrepresented letter is a stretch)
Nelson was in a polyamorous relationship, living with his mistress and his mistress' husband (who fully supported their being together) and at least twice invited Captain Hardy, the one who kissed him at Trafalgar, to live with them
He also wore the most bisexual disaster outfits and praised Hardy's decorating ability, and once wrote to Lady Hamilton "Hardy is everything I could wish or desire" I mean yeah he was really subtle about his relationship with this man whom he often shared a cabin with
while all of this is certainly interesting to consider, I will also note while we're here that the Horatio Nelson in this poll is in fact
the fictionalization of Horatio Nelson, as portrayed by Jim Howick on Horrible Histories in 2012.
please cast your votes accordingly.
#m'man's askbox#propaganda#for the only poll-relevant nelson information please direct your eyeballs to s4e12 of horrible histories. that is all thank you.
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June of Doom Day 28
28. “You’ll get used to it.”
| Knife | Hostage | Surrender |
TW: major character death(s), blackmailing, enslavement
A/N: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
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When the augments had returned and had taken over their ship with the help of the Romulans, Scotty had had hope. He had believed that Jim would solve the problem. He had believed that he'd change Khan's mind, that he'd make him an ally. After all, the captain didn't believe in no-win-scenarios.
But he had been wrong. Khan had killed Jim. For real this time. And once the crew's great anchor of hope had been gone, no one had dared to fight back anymore. Not like they would have stood a chance anyway. There were too many Romulans. And with the help of the augments their group was invincible.
The Enterprise had been taken to Romulus where their captors were celebrated like heroes for capturing the most popular ship of the Federation.
And the crew? They had been forced to work for the Romulans. It was a horrible life. The ones who tried to fight were killed. The ones who surrendered were treated as slaves in the most humiliating ways.
Scotty was still sitting in a cell, waiting for what was to happen to him.
He had had a lot of time to think. About his dead crewmates. About his gorgeous silver lady being taken apart piece by piece.
Maybe it would be best to fight back and be killed. That way he wouldn't have to endure the horrible aching of his heart. That way he'd be free from the chains these cruel people had put on him.
But a wee bit of hope was still left inside of him. Maybe the Federation would send someone. Maybe they'd start a war to save the crew that had saved their lives so many times.
When a door opened and the engineer heard footsteps, he slowly raised his head to look at his visitor.
His expression darkened at the sight. What was that bastard doing here? What did he want from him?
"Hello Mr. Scott."
That deep chilling voice. It still send shivers down the Scotsman's spine.
He looked away, not wanting to meet his counterpart's eyes.
"What do ye want?"
A cold chuckle was the only response he got while the door to the cell was being opened and the tall dark-haired man stepped inside.
"Well... I'm trying to build something. And I could really use the help of a genius."
Scotty just laughed emotionlessly. As if he'd help the man who had killed his captain - his friend.
"I've read about you, Mr. Scott. You are brilliant. It would be a waste to let you work for the Romulans. So... I want you to be my private slave."
A hand found its way onto Scott's cheek and he quickly pulled his head back, glaring at the man kneeling before him.
"How about ye kill me instead? I'd rather die than work for a bastard like ye."
Hearing that reply, Khan just sighed heavily. There was a pitiful look on his face.
"Oh, Mr. Scott. Why did I know that you'd say something like this? You are... stubborn. And loyal. Which I admire a lot."
Scotty kept his eyes fixed on his counterpart's face, before he eventually spit at it.
"Go to hell!"
He'd just have to provoke the bastard to kill him. Then everything would be over finally.
But Khan did no such thing. He just wiped across his face, before he smiled at the engineer.
"I won't kill you, Mr. Scott. You're far too valuable. But... I can make you an offer."
An offer? Ha! What was that man thinking?
"Offer me whatever ye want to... I will nae help ye."
The Scotsman looked to the side defiantly. He wouldn't give in.
"Well then... I guess I'll just let that doctor starve to death."
Scotty's heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened. Khan couldn't be talking about...
"Nae," he breathed, looking back at the augment. The smile on his face had grown even wider.
"Help me and I'll make sure that Dr. McCoy will have a peaceful life in enslavement."
It was a promise. A promise Khan would keep. As long as Scotty surrendered to him.
He thought of Leonard. And almost instantly tears filled his eyes. He hadn't seen the man since they had arrived on Romulus.
"Just take my hand... and we have a deal."
Scotty stared at the outstretched hand in front of him. He'd just have to take it. Then the man he loved so much would be safe.
It was worth it.
When he took the hand and shook it, he knew that he had basically sold his soul to the devil. But... he'd do anything for Leonard.
Khan grinned maliciously as he squeezed the engineer's hand tightly.
"A wise decision, Mr. Scott. You may not be happy with everything I have planned, but don't worry. You'll get used to it."
#juneofdoom#june of doom#day 28#whump#whump challenge#you'll get used to it#surrender#star trek#montgomery scott#khan noonien singh#hints of scones#major character death#enslavement#blackmailing
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Jim Moriarty and bi erasure in The Sherlock Fandom
So I saw someone making fun of Moriarty/Eurus by claiming Moriarty is the gayest character in the show and that Jim even asked Mycroft how he wanted him in TFP, all, of course, in obligatory OUTRAGE CAPS LOCK.
Which is why I feel the need to make the distinction between saying "he's gay" in a "he's so into men" vs "he's so not into women" way. That requires acknowledging both asexual and bisexual erasure. No matter how flamboyant Moriarty is and how many sex references to men he makes, none of that is proof of homosexuality until:
Moriarty makes a definitive statement on his sexuality we are supposed to believe. (I'm gay)
Someone else makes a definitive statement on Moriarty's sexuality that we are supposed to take at face value and believe. (He's gay)
The Powers That Be make a definitive statement on Moriarty's sexuality and the way he was written and portrayed (Moriarty is gay and was written and portrayed as such).
Not all statements on sexuality are clear and definitive, such as Irene saying she's gay but admitting to attraction to a man in the exact same statement and having bisexual coding (both parties separately, male and female clients).
Or John saying that he's not gay but then never clarifying he's straight or not attracted to men.
And we all bring our assumptions when observing potential clues or statements regarding someone's sexual identity.
For example, Harry Watson could be bi but we assume she is a lesbian and we are mostly likely meant to assume that and at that she is probably a butch lesbian or somewhat GNC due to a usage of a masculine version of a name (Harriet -> Harry).
This could be wrong. She could be a feminine bisexual woman who prefers to be called Harry and just happened to fall for and marry a woman.
We don't know the sexuality of the innkeepers in THoB but we assume they are gay men. We assume Raul and Kenny Prince are gay men.
Moriarty refers to his role as Jim from IT as "playing gay" yet he gets flirty with Sherlock in the next sentence. This could all be part of an act, but I do believe reading Moriarty as a straight guy who just likes to mess with people is inherently heteronormative.
Some see Moriarty as a queercoded villain, and some see him as a genuine example of LGBT representation. Maybe not necessarily good representation, but that is subjective. But I do wish people would consider all options before they claim such regressive and potentially harmful opinions as fact.
Headcanons are fine! Claiming something is canon when it is not is different. I am still not over the "confirmed heterosexuality" comments regarding Mycroft and the whole bunch of "straight/het Mycroft" jokes.
And that is coming from someone who believes the Lady Smallwood scene was indeed heteronormative, albeit for different reasons than most people, I believe. But that's a topic for another day. No, seriously, I'll get there.
It's one thing to claim you do not believe a character is bisexual if you don't. It's another to deny bisexuality as an option when it is oftentimes the only option that takes all the evidence into account and does not require stretching the truth or ignoring tells.
Also Moriarty could have had Mycroft on that desk right there until he begged for mercy twice and that still wouldn't have been proof of either of them being homosexual men.
#i apologize for that last reference#i needed to inject some me into this serious post#sexuality in sherlock#sexuality headcanons#headcanons#jim moriarty#mycroft holmes#eurus holmes#euriarty#i guess...#heteronormativity#tw biphobia#tw bisexual erasure#tw homophobia#bisexual#bisexuality#bbc sherlock fandom#bbc sherlock fandom critical
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A Vulcan Discovery
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52262089
by atomic_jellyfish
"So, let me get this straight. Under the influence of the spores, you felt feelings for Leila, but you're now realizing you truly have affections for Jim?"
Spock nodded, visibly swallowing the bile in his throat.
McCoy grinned, that cheshire smile with underlying intentions..
"Well Spock, I don't see what the big deal is, Jim is quite the ladie's man. He has his.. charms."
McCoy rested a hand on Spock's shoulder. Spock felt a strong urge to pull away before he received another "birds and the bees" talk.
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Spock begins to question his "logical mind" after exposure to Omicron 3's spores, even after they left his system. Is he so different from being human after all?
Words: 2194, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Nyota Uhura, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Leila Kalomi
Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock
Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, This Side of Paradise comes after Amok Time, Obligatory sex pollen fic, Spock discovers.. feelings?, Fluff and Angst, Tags May Change, Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock Friendship, McCoy still has a southern accent
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52262089
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a definitive list of omfd characters, from most to least fuckable
my qualifications: lesbian, impeccable taste, been rotating pirates & friends in my head for 5 solid weeks
Ed Teach - everything about him is pure distilled Fuckability and Gender. i knew i would sell my soul to him the moment he came onscreen. he is sooooo babygirl
Jim Jimenez - vico ortiz ruin me challenge. the scene where they're fighting with jackie...powerful homoeroticism, i really enjoyed it
Spanish Jackie - ive been a leslie jones stan since 2016 and the copious amounts of red velvet just made me fall deeper in love. with twenty husbands you know she's a freaque
Mary Bonnet - ms bonnet you deserve to have it laid down So right. i know you have free real estate guy but i think one of your widows support group ladies or me could do it better
Oluwande Boodhari - every time he comes onscreen i legally have to say "oluuuuuuu" while making heart eyes. 11/10 would be a very attentive lover
Roach - absolutely insane little guy, my best friend. his query of "how does he kiss?" re: the hook-headed man tells me that he's a romantic at heart.
Frenchie - everyone loves a musician who schemes and steals fancy suits during a raid. would entertain me with theories about crystals and demons. <3
Evelyn Higgens - i couldn't handle her but i wish i could
Nana - i'm not sure if it's blasphemous to include a nun on a fuckability list but if any nun fucks, it's this one.
Fang - hot topic belt boy!!!! he DOES have stunning cheekbones and i adore him.
Abshir - scammer king. he would treat me right <3
Ivan - i want more ivan in s2. his vertical stripes and black vest are so fun and flirty! 8/10
Lucius - the sideburns really don't do it for me but he'd write pretty great poetry afterward, so i'll allow it
Stede Bonnet - right smack in the middle of the list. he's extremely mid but i will confess Liberated Stede taking his boat out onto the water in 1x10 has a certain je ne sais cock
Wee John Feeney - he would be so gentle and i love his star face tattoos. interior design king, excellent hair
Black Pete - we stan a guy whose love language is gifts. im gonna need him to show some loyalty, though
Nathaniel Buttons - i think buttons doesn't know what sex is. you know the elbow sex thing in rocky horror? that's his bag
The Swede - the whole teeth-coming-out thing really disturbed me on a primal level. this is nothing against him personally, our little nordic angel
[the point of unfuckability, all others ranked only for completion's sake]
19. Alfeo de la Vaca - good taste in citrus, bad oral hygiene. 1/10 would not recommend to a friend
20. Doug - per my girlfriend: "he's not so much rancid as he is utterly sexless". i think this is true even tho canonically he treats mary right. 21. Izzy Hands - when i initially conceived of this list, izzy was at the bottom, but somehow there are characters more rancid than he is. izzyfuckers DO NOT INTERACT this racist little rat man can choke but not in a way that he would like
22. Antoinette / Gabriel - i do love kristen schaal but. yuck
23. Badminton twins - would probably find some way of accidentally killing themselves and that just sounds like a lot of hassle.
24. King George - i think it just goes to show how bad jack and geraldo are that i'm putting them below a literal british monarch. but. this man is disgusting.
25. Calico Jack - he's never thought about another person's desires in his life. probably smells like a distillery and never learns your name. fuckable only for someone with intense self-loathing
26. Geraldo - you know how people talk about getting the ick? this man is one huge ick. i thought this even before i found out fred armisten didn't treat natasha lyonne like the queen she is. i would rather fling myself from the cliffs of dover than even consider touching this man
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NIGHTWING PROFILES: Jason Todd
1st Nightwing Appearance: Nightwing (1996) #118
Other mantles: Robin, Wingman, Outlaw, Red Robin, Batman
Secret identity: Jason Todd is the biological son of Willis and Catherine Todd and the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. He's officially dead, but has, occasionally, run his own gangs.
ORIGINS
A year after Blüdhaven was destroyed by Chemo both Dick and Jason find themselves in New York. Dick hasn’t been Nightwing for just as long and hears about Jason’s presence as New York's murderous Nightwing through the news.
Jason dresses up as Nightwing to get Dick’s attention. He knows Dick was present when Blockbuster died and wants him to see the merit in killing criminals, hoping that once their views align, they’ll be able to team up.
The first thing Jason does in New York is kill child kidnappers in front of witnesses. Because Nightwing wasn’t seen for so long after a traumatic event, many citizens believe the new murderous Nightwing is the old one.
Jason doesn’t let himself be stopped by Dick, but they eventually teamup to defeat the Pierce brothers, two criminal twins who were trying to make a name in New York. A third Nightwing, Cheyenne Freemont, helps them.
Appears as Nightwing in: Nightwing: Brothers in Blood (2006)
TRIVIA
Jason was likely introduced as Nightwing in this story to draw a parallel to the enemy twins, the Pierce brothers.
“Brothers in Blood” is the story in which he gets temporarily transformed into a tentacle monster.
Jason was the first kid to be adopted by Bruce and the first kid Dick wanted to adopt. Bruce decided the responsibility should lie with him (Detective Comics (1937) #526).
Jason and Dick had a good relationship before Jason’s death even if some canon gives it a rocky start.
Depending on canon, Jason has red or black hair.
At one point in time Jason thought Lady Shiva might be his mother.
Talia and Jason acquired Kord Industries with the resources of the League of Assassins to push Bruce out of the Board of Directors. Because Kord Industries was Wayne E's Research and Development branch, Jason gained access to both Blue Beetle and Batman technology.
Jason temporarily takes in a sidekick, a girl named Sasha who goes by Scarlet, who was traumatised by Professor Pyg. His second temporary sidekick would become Duela Dent. He later taught several metahumans he was introduced to by Lex Luthor, including a telepathic infant named Babe in Arms.
Jason has used the possible death of both Tim and Dick to rile Bruce up. When Jason held a knife to Tim's throat and when Jason fought Bruce while Blüdhaven got destroyed.
Natalia Knight aka Nocturna temporarily adopted Jason alongside Bruce Wayne.
Jason smokes on occasion since he was Robin.
Pre Crisis, Jason’s parents were named Joseph and Trina, however, after Crisis they were renamed Willis and Catherine.
After Jason stopped using Wingman, his father Willis took it up.
Writer Jim Starlin originally wanted to give Jason HIV, but the idea was rejected by editorial.
Though Jason is most known for his use of firearms, he has also used swords and a crowbar as weapons. During Brothers in Blood he uses knives. He also once killed a man with a taser.
As Robin, Jason had several nicknames from different characters including Jaylad, Toddster, and Little Wing.
Jason once found a dog, whom he named Dog.
#jason todd#nightwing#batfamily#dc comics#nightwing profiles#spotlights#jason todd spotlight#mod post
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Title: Port in a Storm
Author: elf_on_the_shelf
Artist: @alstonnovak
Beta reader: Aria_Bay
Characters: Blackbeard|Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Mary Allamby Bonnet, Doug, Alma, Louis, Oluwande Boodhari, Jim Jimenez, Lucius Spriggs, Black Pete, Roach, Wee John Feeney, Frenchie, Buttons, The Swede, Israel Hands, Spanish Jackie, Abshir, Ivan, Fang
Relationship(s): Blackbeard|Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Mary Allamby Bonnet/Doug, Oluwande Boodhari/Jim Jimenez, Lucius Spriggs/Black Pete
Rating: Explicit
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 01, Canon Compliant, Getting Back Together, But at a snail’s pace, Slow Burn, Ed’s POV, Stede’s POV, Ed wears fine things well, Stede gets good at being a pirate, Mary is the bee’s knees and no one can convince me otherwise, Ed and Mary become friends, Ed learns how to read, Stede learns how to stick enemies with the pointy end of his sword, Men Crying, I cannot stress this enough, Quite a lot of crying, Angst with a Happy Ending, Reunions, Technically second kiss, First Time, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Bottom Stede Bonnet
Warnings: Suicidal ideation
Summary:
Ed ends up in Barbados after a storm at sea. Parted with his crew and after just having found out the devastating news of The Gentleman Pirate's demise, he is taken in by a lady with some quite liberal views on pirates. Meanwhile Stede is a man on a mission and that mission is correcting probably the biggest mistake he had made in his life. But that would mean getting The Revenge and Ed back with nothing but the clothes on his back and a dinghy to his name. Not that Stede lets that deter him. (A.K.A. Probably the millionth reunion fic, but Ed and Mary are BFFs now.)
Wordcount: 45594
Port in a Storm by elf_on_the_shelf
Art by alstonnovak
#our flag means death#ofmd#Stede Bonnet#Edward Teach#Blackbonnet#Gentlebeard#ofmd big bang#ofmdbb: 2022 completed works
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one good reason - a la'an/sam kirk fic
📖 La'An receives a mysterious package a week after Sam Kirk's death
🎬 Rated H for hijinks and P for prompts
😎 Honestly, this story pays as little attention to canon as possible. La'An is the first officer on the Enterprise and Sam Kirk is... doing something somewhere. I don't even know.
💜 This is for my La'An/Sam Kirk girls @curator-on-ao3 + @kejsarinna + @the-lady-general who wanted a story where Sam faked his death and then had to introduce La'An to his family after the events of TOS Space Seed, which gave me a great opportunity to use this prompt
“Transporter Room 1 to Commander Noonien-Singh. The Horeaya say they have a parting gift for you. They’re requesting permission to beam it aboard.”
La’An frowned, her PADD falling to her lap with a soft thwack as she shifted her weight to let her chair rest on all four legs instead of just the back two. While the negotiations with the Horeaya had gone well, she’d had very little to do with them, handling the medical supply transfer while Jim finalized the trade details. Curious. And suspicious.
“I’m on my way,” she replied, tossing the PADD onto her desk and swiping away an errant tear. Any distraction was a good distraction. Writing condolence letters as a commanding officer was never easy. Writing a condolence letter to the mother of your lover after his death was even worse, she was finding.
Once she arrived at the transporter room, she nodded to the ensign behind the controls, and watched at parade rest until a large, nondescript gray container materialized on the pad. “The Horeaya said this is for Starfleet or for me?” she asked, grabbing a tricorder from the away mission bank on the far wall of the room.
“For you, sir.”
“Hmm.” She waved the tricorder wand across the container, and froze.
It couldn’t be.
He wouldn’t.
He…
La’An snapped the wand back into the tricorder and shoved it into the wall bank, just managing to keep her hands from visibly shaking. “Ensign, you can transport that container directly to my quarters.”
“Yes, sir,” the ensign said, and La’An said a brief thanks to the universe for junior officers who didn’t ask questions.
By the time she arrived back at her quarters, the container was waiting for her. She took a moment to consider it further. The contents were certain, but the opening mechanism wasn’t immediately apparent. There was a small indentation on the lid that had room for the seven-fingered Horeaya to slide a hand in, perhaps a handle of some sort that the suckers on their fingers could adhere to, but nothing in the way of a lock or latch.
“La’An?” The voice from inside the container was unmistakable despite being muffled.
She kicked the container once, satisfaction curling in her chest at the surprised yelp that emanated in response. “I should leave you in there,” she hissed, walking her fingers across the sides of the box now. “How did you even end up with the Horeaya? No, no, don’t tell me, this is part of your infantile feud with Jim. I don’t care. Do you have any idea what’s gone on since your death?”
“Hopefully there was an amazing wake that ended without you getting blotto and waking up in bed with my brother.”
A sharp click as her fingers pressed opposing corners of the lid released a whoosh of air, and from within the box, a dead man rose.
“George Samuel Kirk, give me one good reason not to stuff you back into that box and blow you out of the nearest airlock.”
Sam chuckled and stepped out of the gray container, stretching and groaning as several body parts cracked and popped. “Was kind of expecting something more along the lines of 'Hi, honey, so glad you’re not actually dead'," he said, but at her withering glare he dropped the sarcasm. "I guess that was too much to hope for?"
Too much to hope for? La’An cheeks burned and her stomach twisted in knots as she stepped toward Sam. He took a step back in response as she opened her mouth to lay into him. “I buried you—Jim buried you! You were dead! We put you in the photon torpedo and you were dead! Your memorial service is tomorrow and I’m supposed to sit with your mother while your brother gives the eulogy. After having my crazy, augmented ancestor almost kill my entire crew, including your brother, not two months ago, I was going to have to sit next to your mother by myself at your memorial.”
“I guess it is time for you to meet the folks,” Sam said, still backing up as she advanced on him. He raised his hands in surrender as his legs bumped into the side of the bed. “I mean we have been dating for over a year now, right?”
“One year, 2 months, five days, six hours,” La’An seethed. “Not counting the entire week I thought you were dead."
“But I wasn’t," he said, leaning a down a bit closer so they were nearly eye to eye. His sincerity rang through his words, and La'An felt a bit of her anger cool. "It was just a horrible prank gone wrong, I promise. See? Sam? Alive?”
Goddammit. Goddammit all to space hell.
He was so endearing and charming when he rolled over in submission. Conflict averse her ass. He liked it when she threw her weight around. More anger deflated as she granted herself permission to enjoy the fact that he was, in fact, not dead and was, in fact, standing right here in front of her instead of rotting in a photon torpedo casing as he sailed through space.
He must have seen the change in her countenance because he switched from submissive to apologetic and soft. He brought a tentative hand to her shoulder, and when she didn’t push him away or brush him off, he slid his palm over to her neck, stroking the soft baby hairs at the nape of her neck that were forever curling and springing out of her hair styles. Her hair was long and down today, though, and she found herself humming as he applied just a smidge of pressure to bring her closer.
“Are you going to hit me if I kiss you?” he whispered.
“I might if you don’t,” she replied, and graciously allowed him to snog her silly, until her toes curled inside her boots and the lingering inferno of her anger smoldered into a deep contentment. Then she pulled away and shoved a finger into his face. “But this prank war, feud, whatever, with Jim ends tomorrow, understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he promised, a lazy grin twitched below his mustache.
“You’ve got your fingers crossed behind your back, don’t you?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny—“
She cut him off with a rough push onto the bed. “Commander Kirk, it’s past time you reported for duty,” she said, climbing atop and kissing him into the rumpled blankets beneath them.
“As always, I serve at the pleasure,” he grinned when they came up for air.
"No more talking," she ordered, and swallowed what was no doubt a cheeky response on his lips with another kiss. It was good to have him home.
#jesus what even is this fic 😂#star trek au#la'an x sam kirk#fiadorable writes#it's silly but hopefully made sense#happy star trek day#sorry this is what came out of it
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OFMD season 2 wishlist
Ed and Stede to just BE IN LOVE. Cuddling. Kissing. Being together. Please God. I need no angst. No guilt. No crying Stede. No crying Ed. Just let them be happy David I am on my knees. Let them kiss. Let them canoodle. Let Stede pop his backdoor cherry with the love of his life. Do it.
GET IZZY A MAN OF HIS OWN. He can be redeemed! He just needs a hot pirate daddy. Let Izzy sit on a big tattooed dudes lap. Do it for Con if nothing else.
Let my angel princess baby Lucius live and return to Pete safely. PLEASE. :( I can’t take it. I couldn’t take THREE SECONDS of Pete missing Lucius, you hear me.
I need Jim and Oluwande to be reunited NOW. Jim in a hot new leather outfit rescueing Oluwande? Hot. Captain Oluwande? Deserves and hot. Oluwande 4 Captain. Jim 4 first mate. Justice.
I need room people to become canon. Wee John and Frenchie are in love. :( Let them having their room back. And Wee John’s dolly I swear to God. If it’s gone I will freak.
Let Buttons and Olivia be happy pls. That man just wants a seagull on his head and to eat a guy. Let Buttons and Roach eat a racist dude in season 2. Do it. Just do it. Let Roach bitch slap more people. Just. Let them be free and chaotic.
Need the Swede to be respected that is a young lady who is figuring stuff out and women are to be respected. Thank you. Please get Swede a cute pink dress & get her a boyfriend just do it. Let her blossom.
Someone get Fang a dog pls. For crying out loud.
And David please have SOME mercy like. Man is a demonic jack in the box and I am scared.
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My media this week (2-8 Apr 2023)
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
🥰 jsyd extras (not playing a part #2) (biblionerd07) - 105K of alt-POV/extra/post-epilogue scenes
😊 The Edification of Steve Harrington (ChronicRabbit) - 44K, steddie post-canon divergent everybody lives slow burn
😍 One of Many Great Fires (delgaserasca, author; , narrator) - 126K, spirk AU; Jim shows up on Vulcan for an arranged marriage with T'Pring to solidify a treaty & Spock ends up tutoring him on Vulcan culture. Excellently written, absolutely DELICIOUS slow burn
🥰👂 Cabin Pressure: Molokai (John Finnemore, author; Stephanie Cole/Roger Allam/Benedict Cumberbatch/John Finnemore, cast)
🥰👂 Cabin Pressure: The Complete Series 3 (Newcastle to St. Petersburg) (John Finnemore, author; Stephanie Cole/Roger Allam/Benedict Cumberbatch/John Finnemore, cast)
🥰 Put Down in Words (paintedrecs) - 203K, sterek college AU - very slow burn, angsty, lots of emotional depth, plus an adorable dog
💖💖 +109K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
The Adventure of the Opal Necklace (beautifulduckweed) - KJ Charles: multiple ships, 9K - rollicking KJC mashup crack featuring some cursed opals
A Sense of Identity (DaaroMoltor) - DCU: SuperBat, 21K - love love love a good identity porn fic
Deep Sea Diving (AidaRonan) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 5K - reread, forever fave - never not in the mood for fat thirst trap Bucky & besotted Cap!Steve
🖋️🖋️ plus these articles/essays that were really good 🖋️🖋️
How an Alleged Con Man Tore Apart One of the Nineties’ Biggest Bands
Tracing the Affinities Between Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi and C.S Lewis’ The Magician’s Nephew
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
Maine Cabin Masters - s7, e14-16
Moana
Ted Lasso - s3, e4 [x2]
Great Art Explained: A Sunday on La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat
Dirty Laundry - s2, e1-4
Hot Ones - Kieran Culkin Fires Sean While Eating Spicy Wings
Game Changer - s1, e4
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
It's Been a Minute - Fighting back against spams, scams and schemes
Richmond Til We Die - Maximilian Osinski • Zava on Ted Lasso
Welcome to Night Vale #225 - Renegotiations
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Museum of Clean
You Must Remember This - 1989: sex, lies and videotape: Rob Lowe and James Spader (Erotic 80s Part 12)
⭐ The Sporkful - Are You Eating Chipotle Bowls Wrong?
You're Dead To Me - Atlantis
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Arrows Across America
Shedunnit Book Club - The Golden Age Autopsy
Switched on Pop - The Shakira Conspiracy
Reformed Rakes - No Love Lost: Romance BookTok's Dubious Reputation
99% Invisible #531 - De Fiets Is Niets
Vibe Check - Go Outside and Touch Some Grass
Richmond Til We Die - Tackling Homophobia in Football (with Lou Englefield)
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Yellowstone Zone of Death
Ologies with Alie Ward - Chickenology Part 2 (HENS & ROOSTERS) with Tove Danovich
ICYMI Plus - Buying Concert Tickets Online is Still a Hellscape
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Lady Liberty’s Little Sister
Song Exploder - Yaeji "Passed Me By"
Our Opinions Are Correct - Silicon Valley vs. Science Fiction: "Difficult Geniuses"
Into It - Are We Into the 'Barbie' Trailer, Fading Taylor Swift Merch, and a New 'Moana'?
Endless Thread - The Lullaby
You're Dead To Me - The Jacobites
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Fun & Funky
Guitars & Good Times
She Bop: '80s Ladies
Classic Feel-Good Pop
my Greatest Showman playlist
Classic Disco Hits
Presenting Kelly Clarkson
Presenting Miranda Lambert
Elle King
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#fanfic ftw#all the reading was pretty damn good this week#love it when that happens#i did dnf a baseball romance at 42% bc i was just uninterested#sometimes i'm astonished by the number of podcasts i manage to get through#that sporkful ep was particularly enjoyable as the guests were the Vibe Check crew#the sporkful podcast#vibe check podcast#richmond til we die podcast#99% invisible podcast#you're dead to me podcast#welcome to night vale#atlas obscura podcast#switched on pop podcast#song exploder#shedunnit podcast#ologies podcast#it's been a minute podcast#icymi podcast#reformed rakes podcast#into it podcast#endless thread podcast#you must remember this podcast#kelly clarkson#elle king#miranda lambert
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