#like hello everyone who's gay in the 80s
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HELLO MY FELLOW TRAVELERS!
I, like many viewers, have been completely entranced by Hawk and Tim’s love story in Fellow Travelers. As a mature queer person, this show has been very emotional, and I am deeply invested. (I WILL riot if Tim doesn’t get to die in Hawk’s arms, and know that he is, and has always been, loved by Hawk.) But I digress.
Something that I have been fascinated by are the differing opinions that have surfaced about the characters, especially Hawk. I’m not looking for any arguments here, everyone is entitled to their opinion, and this is simply mine. To me, Hawk falls hard and fast for Tim. He breaks all his own rules for Tim - they topple over like a house of cards.
When we are introduced to Hawk, he’s cold and heartless with the men he hooks up with - they are nothing more than a body to fulfil his sexual needs and desires. He doesn’t do repeats and he doesn’t bring them home. But Tim, he instantly begins returning to, gets him a job, then allows him into his own apartment, etc. When Tim pushes back, Hawk relents further, letting him in emotionally, sharing parts of his past, crossing lines by introducing him to others in his circle, and so on.
Hawk is a traumatised man, carrying guilt and anger and shame, and a bucket load of fear! Yes, he has some internalised homophobia, but interestingly, he’s also extremely righteous about his homosexuality -and I don’t believe he thinks being gay is wrong in any way. (His response to his father is indicative of this).
I can personally say that I’ve never thought it was wrong to be queer, yet I spent much of my life hiding who I was and feeling shame. It’s an odd thing! Perhaps it is that the shame forms purely from what is outside of us, while what is inside of us can love another person of the same sex, knowing it is right and pure. Perhaps these contradictions between self and society are what causes so much pain and conflict?
But back to Hawk. Hawk is undoubtedly most affected by his teenage first love experience. A love that he fucked up through his own fears (fear for many men is unacceptable and a sign of weakness), and now carries the burden of believing he is responsible for their death. Hawk doesn’t allow himself to love again, until Tim. And we see many times throughout the show how much Hawk fears losing Tim. And in the end he’ll have to face that fear. I think that, in part, not attempting to have a life with Tim, is also fuelled by his fear of fucking it up and losing Tim - so it’s easier to just not attempt it! In episode 7, when he loses his son, part of that spiral is Hawk recognising that he can’t really prevent loss, and he wasted his life trying to be something he’s not - still losing his child and Tim along with it.
But Hawk is a survivor! And no one has the right to hate or judge him for it. I don’t think some young people truly understand what it feels like to live in a world where who you love can put you in jail, and destroy your life. I grew up in the 70s/80s and my experiences were bad enough, but I try so very hard to think about what it was like before that! When being queer was a crime and a mental illness! That’s pure terror! And for Hawk, he chose to survive the best way he knew how, and he wasn’t able to change because that’s fucking hard when all you’ve known is living in constant ‘fight or flight,’ and when have chronic trauma and experience collective trauma.
I think in episode 8 we’ll finally get to see Hawk grow - I certainly hope so - because he deserves to be free. Our beautiful Skippy has been free for some time, and while we mourn for the cruelty of a world that would take such a truly decent man, I am glad he got to live freely. Being closeted is the worst kind of suffering- a compartmentalised and fragmented existence where you are never truly whole, and therefore can never be the best version of yourself.
Before I go, I just wanted to also talk about being in a closeted relationship-which I experienced in my youth. I think that Hawk and Tim’s intense and toxic and exquisitely beautiful relationship, in part, arises from this. Because two closeted people in love live their relationship in secret, in a bubble, only in certain rooms, with none of the outside world reflected back at them. It becomes the two of you against the world. It’s so insular. Hawk and Tim literally live their 1950s relationship within two rooms - their apartments. All their memories are held within those walls. And it only belongs to them. They know each in ways that no other living soul does. It’s all-consuming and often unhealthy, but also stupidly romantic.
Anyway, sorry for this long winded post that no one will read and is likely full of grammatical errors because I’m tired! This atheist is praying we get everything we need from episode 8! Acceptance, forgiveness, understanding resolution, healing and a whole lot of love! ❤️
Cheers queers! 🏳️🌈
PS Matt and Johnny are exquisite on and off screen and I am so thankful to them for bringing these characters and this story into our lives!
#fellow travelers#hawk and tim#hawkins fuller#tim laughlin#hawk and skippy#matt bomer#jonathan bailey#lgbtqia#queer media
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Modern au Headcanons!!
• Ira is straight up, completely fine, even supportive of Lenore as Annabel’s partner.
Annabel and Lenore coming back from a trip or something: Father, I’m home-!
Ira, running past Annabel: Ah! Lenore my boy, welcome home!
Lenore: Hello sir- wait, I don’t live here?
Ira: Ah, you might as well at this point! Annabel hurry up and make it official by putting a ring on the lad will you??
Annabel: *stares in wtf you never welcomed ME home with that much excitement* FATHER PLEASE STOP TALKING.
• Ira who was a closeted but not really gay man in 80’s. Clocking Lenore’s butch ass in as homo faster then everyone else.
Annabel: Oh! father, it’s finally time you’ve met Lenore.
Lenore, still with long hair tied into a braid but in a suit: Pleasure to meet you sir-
Ira, after observing Lenore for about 1.2 seconds: Oh, you are gay-
Annabel: FATHER-
Lenore, smiling, very caught off guard cause. She thought she was doing a very good job of acting hetero: What-?!
Ira: Oh, my apologies. Hello, nice to meet you. You are gay.
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Thaddeus: Oh, well. We have been thinking about setting up Lenore with a certain gentleman-
Ira, trying desperately not to burst out laughing: OH, h-have you?
• Lucille and Theo disapprove of Annabel’s britishness immensely.
Annabel: Here’s Lenore’s jumper, she left it at my-
Lucille and Theo: WRONG.
 Annabel: :l
• Both the Vandernachts and Whitlocks are still big important business people here, but they aren’t exactly famous like people in the industry absolutely know who they are but they don’t have to like go incognito to get coffee at Starbucks or something.
•Every once in a while someone finds a picture of Lenore and @s The Vandernacht corporation account like “Man fuck the trains- I want the founder’s daughter to rail me instead.” And sometimes Theo sees it and goes “:l >:0” *blocked and reported* but takes a screenshot and sends it to Annabel to remind her his sister HAS OPTIONS SO WATCH YOUR SELF-
(One time the account in question may or may not have just been Annabel’s alt and she may or may not have made several thirst posts after getting a little too drunk after a shitty gala “Pet, stop laughing it isn’t funny-“)
• Berenice once made a “Your mom” joke while at Lenore’s house and Lucille fucking appeared out of thin air and scared the ever living hell out of her and Berenice has been too afraid to make another one since.
•Annabel used to be very good at hiding when she was drunk. But ever since dating Lenore she has found that it much harder to fake sobriety when all you wanna do is yell about your wife. She is a “LOOK AT MY WIFE!!” Drunk.
• Lucille has found all the misfits asleep in Lenore’s room multiple times and just… stopped questioning it after a certain point like “Go clean my daughter’s room but do it quietly try not to disturb the young cat like young man in there taking a nap Lord knows the kid needs it. I don’t think I’ve seen dark circles that bad since last i looked in the mirror.”
She would often find Berenice knocked out cold in Lenore’s bed, sometimes in Lenore’s clothes and one or thrice in there with Lenore herself- and was convinced that these two were dating. Berenice is just a cuddly bastard but it takes a while to convince Lucille.
• Lenore and Theo have matching tattoos Lenore shows her’s off with out much care but Theo hides his FOR DEAR LIFE- even tho like… Neither thad nor Lucillecan be bothered to care at this point-
+ Lucille was goth in her youth source: Trust me bro Lenore’s dark circles and natural air of sadness have got to be genetic or something
#nevermore webtoon#lenore nevermore#incorrect nevermore quotes#annabel lee nevermore#annabel lee x lenore#white raven#pluto nevermore#Annabel lee Whitlock#lenore vandernacht#Thaddeus Vandernacht#Lucille vandernacht#theo Vandernacht#headcanon#headcanons
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in love and war finale
Spicy Six Challenge by @thefreakandthehair, part 1 here, part 2 here, you know the drill
T | 2466 | pre-relationship | they are confused gay rookies in the 80s | sick-fic I guess?
“Why aren’t you in bed? Or the couch at least?!’
“He has a point.”
“Like you’re one to talk.”
“Well I’ll let you know I moved the phone and I’m sitting in an armchair wrapped in a blanket.”
“Who are you talking to?!”
Steve is glad for Dustin’s irrational fear of his viruses, because it’s the only thing stopping him from ripping the phone out of his hand, maybe pushing him back to bed too.
“Tell him I said hi.”
“Eddie says hi.”
Dustin starts hyperventilating.
Thankfully his mom came to the rescue with a steaming cup of tomato soup.
“It’s great you boys are keeping your spirits up but you shouldn’t be sitting on the floor, Steven. Maybe we could move an armchair for you?”
And thus with their leave, Steve had a cozy station next to the phone, piled with blankets and pillows. Not dissimilar to Eddie’s on the other end, whom he called as soon as the Henderson’s left.
“So, you were saying?”
“You know this stays between us? This is the most intimate Eddie Munson knowledge that you’re not to share with anyone else.”
Steve laughs. Just hearing him joke was helping his body recover and he feared he'll be ready to go back to work soon.
“Tell me your dirty secrets, Munson.”
“So, this dungeon I’m working on is a cursed tomb of an overthrown mayor…”
Steve likes a good story. Everyone does. He was never that much into fantasy, but the fact that one of his favorite people came up with it made it a thousand times more interesting.
“Ah, I guess it’s my turn for the kid’s visit.” Eddie interrupts himself about fifteen minutes in. “Do you also feel like you’re on a deathbed, visited by your grandchildren in hopes they'll be in the will? He’s getting the dice anyway...”
Steve snorts.
“Now that you mention it…”
“Are you guys still on the phone?!” Dustin’s voice is so loud Steve hears it clear as day on his end.
“Yeah, sorry babe, I’ll call you back.”
The line goes silent.
And Steve knows he’s joking with the pet names, teasing in the silly way that he does but the more he hears him in his ear, the more he realizes he wants it, wants to try. He hopes Eddie wants it too.
His cold lets off faster than Eddie’s and he’s anxiety-cleaning as soon as he feels the strength to do so. He cleans the pj’s and sheets at boiling temperature so instead of sweat and sickness they smell like ‘provencal dreams’ which he thinks means lavender. The pills and syrups scattered on the coffee table get into the medicine basket. The armchair though, stays by the telephone. He’s waiting for Eddie to wake up and call him (so he can call back not to put the enormous phone bill on him) like he’s been doing for the past two days. Being sick together was almost as bonding as fighting evil.
When the phone rings he runs to reach it and is almost embarrassed to do so, so he takes a second to breathe before picking up.
“Hello?”
“You don’t have to call me back.”
“Ah, sorry, the reception is shit, I can barely hear you. Let me call you back in a second.” He grins to himself when he hears Eddie’s resigned sigh. He dials the number from the emergency list above his phone immediately.
“Hi,” he says, smiling like a fool.
“Well, someone sounds chipper today”
“Yeah, I think I'm good to leave the house, finally. Also, this guy I like keeps me company in my misery.”
“Oh? He sounds like a nice dude.”
“He is,” Steve smiles, sitting down and pulling his legs up onto the seat. “He cares about his friends, saves the world sometimes, and hosts this dorky game for a bunch of nerds on the weekends. A true samaritan.”
“You think so?” Eddie sounds quiet on the other side.
“Yeah. That's how I see it, at least.” He frowns, fingers twirling the cord anxiously, worried he stepped over a line. That’d suck because he had planned to step over some more today.
“Thanks. I think you’re a nice guy too.”
It was the simplest compliment he’d ever gotten, but it made something in his chest tighten.
“Yeah?”
“Duh. You jump into demonic waters head first and ferry around a bunch of ungrateful kids.”
Steve snorts.
“That I do.” And then, before the conversation gets even further away from him, he adds, “Hey, listen. Since I’m feeling better, I’ll probably be back at work tomorrow.”
Eddie made a disappointed grunt on the other side.
“So I was wondering if I could visit you today? Maybe take over Dustin’s soup delivery?”
Eddie makes a sound that he’s unable to interpret.
“If you don’t feel up to it, it’s okay-”
“Shut up, I’m thinking.”
So Steve presses his lips together and waits.
Eddie sighs.
“I’m feeling better, I guess you can visit if you don’t mind a sick person mess.”
“I just cleaned up mine today, no worries.”
“Yeah, okay. But about… the other thing…”
He trails off and Steve is one step away from biting his nails off. Or the phone cord in half.
“You’re still sick and thinking about it, I-”
“Steve! Let. Me. Speak.”
He makes a noise of agreement into the receiver.
“Like, I think I need to see you. Because I know you are hot, objectively. But do I think you are hot? Does my dick think you’re hot?”
“Eddie-”
“I’m speaking.”
Steve bites his lips with a smile. He can feel himself blush.
“So I have some things to verify. Come over, Wayne’s not home.”
Steve can’t help it, he bursts into hysteric giggles over Eddie’s attempt at a seductive voice with his clogged nose.
“Hey, now-”
“No, no, I’d love to. Should I bring protection? Like a face mask?” He manages between giggles.
“Oh, you little-!”
He doesn’t remember the last time he had so much fun flirting. He curbs his amusement to manageable levels and looks at the clock.
“I’ll call Ms Claudia if she has any special deliveries for us today. I could pick them up and be at yours in an hour, maybe two.”
“Sounds great.”
“Want me to pick up something?”
“I’d kill for a can of coke.”
“Got it. I’ll bring a movie we could watch too.”
Eddie hums his approval.
“Something light that my sick brain can process, please. I’ve had enough fever dreams about war and Russians. Never again letting Wayne pick the movie when I’m sick.”
Steve snorts.
“Okay, noted. See you soon?”
“See you soon, Steve-o.”
Claudia isn’t thrilled by his plan to visit Eddie, but a mother’s disapproval hasn’t stopped him before and certainly wasn’t going to now. He accepts the jars of soup, kisses her on both cheeks, and lets her tuck him up for the short walk from the door to his car.
The drive is shorter than he expects, even with the partially shoveled roads. He feels completely unprepared for whatever might happen at his destination but he pushes on because the uncertainty might make him sick again.
A tiny note on the inside of the window tells him the door is unlocked so with little hesitance, he pushes in. He knocks on the door, looking around.
“Eddie?”
“Over here!”
His voice sounds way better in real life than it did over the phone and Steve locks the door and unties his shoes to follow it. Eddie is sitting on his bed, wrapped in at least two blankets, and there are books and notebooks surrounding him.
“Welcome, welcome!” he grins at him, which lights up his face prettily despite the unmistakable traces of battling the flu. His nose is red and dry from constantly wiping it, his face pale and his lips chapped. There are bags under his bloodshot eyes and the little hair peeking from under a blanket hood looks greasy.
Steve wants to give him a hot bath, wash and condition his hair, and moisturize his whole body, which is a weird thought to have about a romantic interest, even for him.
“Did you bring the goods?”
Steve holds up the plastic bag in his hand, making the jars inside clink. If only Ms. Henderson could see the sparkle in Eddie’s eyes at the sight of her soup, and how he brushes his hands together happily.
“Let’s go to the kitchen, then.”
Steve shakes his head.
“You can stay here, I can do it.”
But Eddie is already up, shaking his curls back at him.
“And burn our new trailer to the ground? No thanks. The stove is a bitch and only the chosen ones can operate it without injuries. I’ll show you how to work it.”
Steve is listening to him, but he’s also very fixated on the bat pattern of his pajama bottoms and the fluffy green socks he’s wearing. One of the blankets he kept on flows behind like a cape.
“Okay, but I’m doing it,” he insists, following behind and just a tiny bit unmoored by the conversation. He was expecting something less… Normal. More awkwardness, confessions, and hurt feelings. That’s what he’s been preparing for.
“Of course, my shiny knight, of course,” Eddie assures him, reaching for a pot. “Will this be big enough?” he asks, eyeing the jars Steve’s putting on the counter.
“Think so.” He shrugs, eyeing the pot and opening the jars.
“Okay, come here.” Eddie motions him closer and Steve obliges, standing right next to him and the heat he’s radiating. He smells a bit sweaty, which is understandable, but he can smell the minty toothpaste on his breath, meaning he brushed his teeth before Steve’s arrival. He tried not to think about the implications of it.
“Okay, so never try to light the right top burner…”
He listens closely to all the instructions and shoos Eddie away as soon as possible to operate the stove under his watchful eye from one of the kitchen chairs. He goes through three matches to get the fire going under the pot but he gets the soup on the burner without much more damage.
“Do I get the Chosen One title yet?” he asks as he idly stirs the soup.
Eddie snorts.
“Don’t get cocky before finishing, dear Steven.”
“Fine,” he huffs.
The silence settles between them and he doesn’t know where to go from there. But he told himself before coming that he’d wait patiently for Eddie’s answer and simply bask in his presence without pushing. Maybe turn up his charm if it feels right but that’s all.
“What have you been doing stuck at home?” he asks, the need to break the silence overwhelming.
Eddie hums, his eyes unfocused on the heating soup.
“Read Hobbit for the eleventy-first time, polished the postponed campaign, and planned for the next one already. Though, with these little bastards, it was probably a waste of my time. Rewatched a couple of movies?” he adds, voice tilting like it’s a question. When Steve hums in interest, he continues. “Paid extra attention to the actors. Turns out, Harrison Ford? Kinda hot.”
Steve snorts, taken aback, and when he turns, Eddie’s grinning at him sheepishly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I might be into dudes, after all.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.” He smacks his lips obnoxiously and sucks in a breath. “You know, last time I tried to ask someone out, she said she was not interested at all, in anyone, and skipped town.”
Steve whines sympathetically.
“Shit, man. I’ve never chased a girl out of town.”
“It did numbers on my self-esteem, I’ll tell you that.”
“I promise to stay in town if you ask me out.”
“Would that make me the guy?”
Steve cocked his head and studied Eddie for a while. He never thought about the dynamics of a same-sex relationship. Would he like to be ‘the girl’? Wooed and treated gently, gifted with flowers? Kissed on the neck, and spooned to sleep? He felt his cheeks grow hot at the imagery.
Unfortunately, Eddie noticed and his smile grew.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Steve shrugs, turning back to the soup.
“Aww, you’d like to be my princess, pampered with gifts and kisses?”
Steve made a point of focusing on his task and hiding his face.
“So what?” He bristled. “What if I do? Would it be… Is that bad?”
“What? No! Why would it be bad?”
He shrugs. He doesn’t know why but something in his gut keeps telling him it is.
“Why would wanting to be cared for, be bad?”
“Uh, well…” Steve focuses his stinging eyes on the soup. He’ll have to turn it off soon and won’t have any excuses not to look at Eddie.
There’s a shuffle behind him and soon a warm body presses against his back, hugging him from behind. Eddie’s still wrapped in a blanket so they make a slightly awkward bundle against the stove.
“Besides, Princess Stevie sounds waaay better than King Steve,” Eddie presents his final argument and Steve lets out a surprised snort.
“You’re such a fucking weirdo, I swear.”
“Well, it worked on you, sooo…”
“And I still have no idea how,” he sighs dramatically. He squeezes the arms around him gently and turns off the stove before nudging Eddie away so he can pour the soup into bowls. They sit down to eat and when he hands Eddie a spoon he ignores it and slurps the soup straight from the bowl.
“Savage.” Steve rolls his eyes but can’t fight his amusement at his antics. Eddie smacks his lips loudly and grins.
“So, anyway…” He drums his fingers against the bowl. “Do you wanna go out, whenever Wayne gives me the all-clear to leave the house?”
Steve grins, watching the loud man be hesitant for once.
“Are you asking me on a date, Munson?”
His already red nose gets even redder.
“We don’t have to call it a date, we can just hang out, just the two of us.”
“Nah, I’d rather call it a date.”
Eddie inhales and a smile spreads on his face.
“Okay. Let’s do it then. Arcade? I feel like cinema dates are such a cliche.”
“Yeah, but there’s this new movie I’d like to argue with you about.”
“Is it The Fly? Or The Little Shop of Horrors?” Eddie prods with excitement. Because a heated debate on the first date sounds utmost alluring.
Steve extends his leg under the table, nudging softly at Eddie’s ankle. He nudges back with a grin and they rest their legs against each other. A simple touch they can settle on until Eddie gets better, until the date they plan in the cramped kitchen over bowls of soup until the sky turns dark.
#spicysixwinterfanworkschallenge#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#mine#ff#st#stranger things 4#steddie fanfiction#steddie one shot#steddie fluff
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You think I’m cool?
Max mayfield x fem!reader.
Requested:hi! was wondering if you could do a max mayfield × female reader where maybe reader is one year above her and max has her for a class and thinks she's so cool and has a crush on her but doesn't really understand her feelings and they end up getting paired for a project or something and it's just overall cuteness? <333
Note: I picture this as the 80s but it doesn’t really have a time stamp except for Kate bush. Also didn’t mean for this to be this long so forgive me.
Warnings: Gay panic, swearing, reader has hair so I’m Just ignore if not. Also kinda hint at a player reader.
Send more requests please.
Length: long.
No matter how hard, Max tried to focus on the teachers lesson she couldn’t. All she could do is watch her. Everything she did had her in a trance.
To the way she would get frustrated at her hair that would fall in front of her face during a test. Or her clothes style, it scream badass and don’t get max started on the leather jacket she would wear.
But what she admired the most about her was her attitude. She didn’t care what people thought and chose to be funny and happy all the time. She also didn’t take bullshit, so more then half the school thought she was scary.
Y/n L/n the school’s crazy chick.
But to max she wasn’t crazy. Max looked up to her at first because she was nice to the freshman. Y/n was only a sophomore but it still counts. Then that admiration turned to something else and she wasn’t sure what it was. Or how to deal with it.
And that’s what scared her, because she’s never felt this way towards a girl. Hell to almost anyone. You made her brain go blank and no matter how hard she tried. You were still on her mind.
You sat in class working on some type of sheet your teacher gave you. But instead of doing it you started to doodle on the side of the page. But some of your vision got blocked as another another piece of hair feel in front of you’re eyes.
You blow some air up at it, hoping to move it from your eyes but it wouldn’t work so you tucked in behind your ear. Just then your doodling was cut off again when your teacher started to speak.
“Okay, class. We are going to do something different, you will be doing a project. I will pair you up into sets of two people” You groaned at the thought of being stuck with the wrong person.
Most of the people in this class were popular kids, or nerds and you didn’t mind the nerds but they could be to much sometimes. You hoped to get paired with someone that wasn’t going to annoy you.
You listen to the teacher go on about the project. It seemed like you have create a sell’s pitch of any object or thing you want. You smirked at how you could totally troll the student and the teacher by picking something not ‘appropriate’ for school.
“Max and y/n” Your head shot up when you heard your name being called. You looked around to see who max was and you saw a a red head girl looking right at you.
You remember her now. She was the pretty girl that hangs out with the d&d group, she was actually pretty cool. You never talk to her but she didn’t seem like a stuck up bitch so she’s cool in your book. And her being pretty was a plus in your books.
You gave her a nod to say hello and turned back to the teacher. But you missed everything she did after that. She was freaking out.
Her face was on fire and her head was running in a panic, her leg started to bounce. “Holy shit I’m doing a project with y/n L/n” But it slowly hit her and go her less exited.
“Holy shit I’m doing a project with Y/n L/n.”
The rest of class went by fast after that. Everyone was getting their stuff together but max was the first one out the door. She was trying to get away so she wouldn’t have to talk to you. You made her such a baby and she hated it.
Max hoped her friends where around the corner so she could get away faster. But it wasn’t so easy to get away from you as she thought.
“Yo, max.” Your voice called out to her and ran past the people in the hall, almost knocking them over. She stop and turned around and put on a smile.
“You’re like a ninja, I looked away for one minute and you’re gone.” You started to catch your breath and fixed your hair.
“Sorry, I was caught in my own mind” She gave you a fake reason to why she left so fast. Which of course was a lie.
“Don’t worry I get it. So what do you think about the protect?” you ask her. You saw her tremble for a minute before speaking.
“It’s a cool idea” That’s all she said and it became quite between you. You just thought she was just a scared of you or something. So you just smile at her.
“What do do you say If I pick you up after school in the front and we can go to my house?” She blushes at the thought of everything you just said.
“Sure” she was starting to sweat. “Well, Max I’ll see you later” You have her a pat on the back and walked off to find your friends.
“Holy shit did I just see you talking to Y/n” Her group of friends ran up to her and she couldn’t show any emotions she was feeling.
“Yeah we have a project tonight” She said so calm and started to walk off as they followed.
They started to ask her a whole bunch of questions, you seemed to have fans. But max shut them up quick because she wanted to forget about you until tonight.
You pulled your motorcycle around the front and looked for max. But you didn’t see her so you parked and waited for her to come out.
You turned you head at the sound of the school doors and saw max walking out but her friends rushing behind her. She looks annoyed but they kept following after her.
You called for her and they all looked at you, and soon max rushed over and so did they. “Hello new people” They quick where all in front of you and max rolled her eyes.
“Hello” They all screamed there greetings and just stared at you. “Don’t mind them” She got on the back of your motorcycle and glares at them.
“No it’s fine I get stared at all the time. We can all talk another day but we have something to get to” You handed her a helmet and she put it in and so did you.
“Later virgins” you started it up the Engine and she grabbed onto your waist tightly as you took off. You usually drive fast but since you have someone else you made sure to be carful.
Max was freaking out at being so close to you and holding your waist. She loosened her grip as soon as she realized what she was doing. Hoping you didn’t notice.
She wanted to be able to talk to you without getting flustered or some shit. You’re so cool and she can’t embarrass herself anymore then she already has. So she decided she will try and calm down as soon as you get to your house.
You on the other hand we’re going through the same thing but a little less nervous. Of course you’ve noticed her around school more then you should. Don’t get me wrong you’ve had a lot of girls on your bike before this but she was different.
So enough you guys got home since your house wasn’t that far from school. You pulled up to your house and Max stared at it in awe, this wasn’t what she imagine.
It looks like a family house all perfect, it also looked expensive. It was also bigger then mikes. “Holy shit” You turned off your bike at the right time to here her mutter those words.
You laughed and took off your helmet. “Didn’t expect the crazy chick to live here?” You got off the of the bike and your satchel was already on your body.
“What? No, nothing like that” You laughed at her being defensive “I’m fucking with you, max” You patted her head and helped her off the bike.
“No one should be home, all of the little shits have after school things and mom and dad are at work” You walked up the path to the front door.
“I didn’t know you had siblings” She muttered behind you as you unlocked the door. You pulled it open and waited for her to get inside.
“That’s the way I want it” you closes the door behind her as she walked through. You looked at her and saw her looking around and seeing how nice it was.
“Mom loves to buy the expensive things” You walked passed her into the big kitchen. The floor plan was big and open. The kitchen could fit twenty people in it and then there was a big dining table closer to the door.
Then the living room was a step down and had a good tv and good couches. It even had a stone accent wall, everything looked so expensive.
“Want something to eat or drink?” You popped your head out of the refrigerator and gave her a questionable look.
“What do you have?” She went over to you and stopped looking at everything. She looked in the refrigerator and saw a soda she liked and grabbed it.
“Grab any snack you want because I’m not coming back down” You stated as you grabbed a bag of chips and waited for her.
She looked around only grabbed another bag of chips and followed you. “My room is very custard” You pulled down the stairs to your room and she looked at you.
“You live in the attic?” You nodded and walked up the stairs to your room. You looked around to see if it was messy but it was a clean as it could be.
You set your things down and went to see if she needed any help. But she was already almost up and you stepped back. “Welcome to my evil lair” You open your arms to show off the room.
She looked around and every where she turned she had something to look at. The walls filled with posters and she blush when she saw it was mostly girls but also metal bands. You had a lot of jewelry or little things that filled up most of tables.
“Sweet” Was all she said as she kept looking around. You sat down on your bed which was on the floor. “You can look at my records if you want to listen to music” You watched as she went through them.
“Shut up” She pulled out a Kate Bush album and you blushed a bit. “What about it?” She started to laugh and pulled it out to put it on.
“Didn’t expect someone cool like you to like Kate Bush” She put it on the rocked player and lined up the needle.
“Well you like it” You snapped back her in a sarcastic way. She rolled her eyes and came over to you and sit on the other side of the bed.
It was silent as you both began to think and eat your snacks. You kept think about her calling you cool, so you wanted to know more so you broke the silence.
“You think I’m cool?” You watched as her eyes went a little wide and her cheek turn a different color. You smirked as soon as you saw her blush.
“When did I say that?”
“Like five minutes ago”
“No I didn’t”
“You literally said ‘Someone cool like you’ so that means you think I’m cool” You were a being so cocky right now it was almost annoying. But max couldn’t be mad at you because she did say that.
“Fine, I think you’re really cool.” She gave in. She really hoped she didn’t seem weird, I mean you guys never talked before.
When she didn’t hear your voice she started to freak out thinking she said something really stupid so she looked at you. You had your eyes forward and it look like you were in deep thought.
“Well, I always knew I was cool but “Really cool” Is another type of cool” you gave her a evil look and she groaned and you just laughed at her almost pouting face.
“Well I don’t think so now” she crosses her arms and looked away from you. As your laughter died down you gave her one last glance and then you moved closer to her.
You hit her shoulders with yours as the music in the background blared loudly. “I think you’re really cool too max” You would be lying if that seeing her close as she looks you didn’t make your heart skip a beat.
You both realize that both of you were just staring at each other was weird so you pulled away. As the night went on you both couldn’t control your laughter an become closer.
It’s been three weeks since you and max started to hang out. Feeling start to grew between you two harder then you each thought. You both couldn’t stop thinking about each other.
Your friends caught you smiling sometimes as you dreamed and wondered what girl had you this time. Her friends did the same but with how she carried her self, using a new perfume and new clothes.
Today was no different but it was also the day you both dreaded the most. Your project was due today and you guys had been picked to present to the class. Being nervous has nothing to do with the project.
It was about the two of you. After this you both had no excuse to hang out with each other. Would one of you even reach out to the other? Or was it all just to pass the time.
You pulled up your chair to hers and sat on it turned around. “You ready sunshine?” You said giving her a very big smile. “As ready as I can be” she gave you a smile back.
You both went on in front of you class and it was very interesting. You had acted like it was a theater play and being so dramatic, max just stood there but when you looked at her she did the same thing. You both actually had fun.
But soon the happiness died and was replaced with the thought of never talking to each other again. You both didn’t want to seem like you were pushy or despite.
So as soon as classes end you both went your separate ways with only the other on your mind. You of course couldn’t let her go. Yes having someone that special scared you.
You tried you whole life not let someone in from being scared to lose them. But max was someone you had to have in you’re life even if it was just as a friend.
So you decided to find her after school and pull her aside. But what you didn’t know was she had the same plan as you and actual had one step up from you.
So as soon as the bell rang you two ran off to find one another. It took you both a second to find each other and she saw you first. You had your back turned and looked down the hallway.
“Y/n!” You heard from behind you. Turning around you saw just the person you’ve been looking for. You released a sigh of relief as you saw her come towards you.
“I’ve been looking all over for you. I thought you had d&d today- Wait what are you doing” she took ahold of your hand and pulled you into the empty class room beside you two.
“I’m doing to talk and you’re going to listen” You stated at her in confusion about what the hell is going on and why she was being so serious. You nodded because the look on her face kinda scared you.
“This is going to sound crazy but I have feelings for you and not just the friend kind. I have romantic feelings and I know it’s probably weird to you. But I don’t want to lose you but I can’t risk never speaking to you again and you not knowing how I feel”
You stared at her in pure shook. You looked like a deer in headlights you didn’t think she would confess to you. Or for her even to have feelings, gay feelings. For you.
You couldn’t speak for the first time in your life because you never felt this way about anyone. Her face looked for any sign of how you felt. She started to feel broken hearted that you didn’t feel the same and now probably hate her.
“If you hate me and never want to talk to me after this I understand. You make me feel so special and like I belong but if this is to weird for you I will-”she shut up fast as she felt you on her lips.
You just kissed her. Y/n L/n just kissed her and didn’t run away. She felt all the doubts fade away as you placed your lips onto hers.
You pulled her closer by a hand around her waist and she put a hand up to your cheek. It was a very soft and sweet moment, not rough or anything. Just pure puppy love.
“I hope you still think I’m cool” She laughed at your words at the wrong time but that’s what she liked about you.
#stranger things x reader#stranger things season four#max mayfield#max mayfield x reader#max mayfield x female reader#lgbtq#Dustin Henderson#mike wheeler#lucas sinclair
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Hi, I'm looking for a TTRPG mostly about romance that isn't just for 2 players. I know Thirsty Sword Lesbians exists but I was wondering what else is out there?
THEME: Romance
Hello friend! Here's a few games that are about romance in one way or another. You might also want to check out my Make it Gay post if you are looking for specifically queer romance stories.
The Love Balloon, by Mythworks.
The Love Balloon is a light roleplaying story game for 2-6 players inspired by the wholesome yet innuendo-laden sitcoms of the late 70’s and early 80’s - shows like The Love Boat, Fantasy Island, and Three’s Company.
No other ship has sailed the winds more than the magnificent Cloud Nine. Welcome at any port, its guests - from Kings and Presidents, to Celebrities and Athletes, Dentists and even Stowaways ��- all have attested to the ship's magical voyages of the heart.
Come book your stay today and experience what it's like to float your troubles away!
This is a GM-less game that is meant to replicate a sitcom, with six characters to be controlled by the table. There are some guidelines as to the kinds of characters that will be present in this sitcom; part of the story has already been built for you. The details of each character are still up to you, and who falls in love with who is tied to both character choice and roll of the dice. Each day on the float will see characters run into each-other and engage in minor adventures, romantic escapades, and interpersonal conflict.
This game is less of an immersive experience and feels more like you as the table are a writers room, figuring out the plot of a sitcom. There are roll tables for the crew member and the guests involved in the plot, as well as for port of calls and hi-jinx. This is a great game for folks who want to deal with romantic themes at a comfortable distance, as well as folks that like a game with more light-hearted themes. There’s a lot of structure to The Love Balloon, similar to a recipe for a sitcom episode, so if you want heavy drama or spontaneity, then you might want to look somewhere else.
The Rain Still Falls In My Heart, by Roz.
The Rain Still Falls in my Heart is a one page table-top roleplaying game about messy high school relationships and purple prose; it's a game about girls and lesbians of all genders. Nothing is straight forward at this school; everyone has a secret and a past, and nobody knows how to talk about their true feelings.
This is for all of the fanfic writers out there. You are all students in a girls school, and you’re all lesbians. This is a game about complicated backstories, poetic infatuation, and overreactions. When something terrible happens, you will flip a coin to see whether you compose yourself or be honest. I love the options for Compose Yourself. You either keep your cool (and make her think that you don’t even care) or overreact (and lose your cool, break something, or run away).
If you want a simple game that embodies the most dramatic elements of shoujo anime, this might be the game for you. If you want a game where you roll dice, or a game with more complex character creation, you might need to look somewhere else.
Grave Liaisons, by Yugie.
Grave Liasons is a PvP roleplaying game powered by chocolate where you play as nosy ghosts trying to ensure that their descendants get matched with the perfect partner (according to them).
While playing, players take on the roles of SPIRITS, who are trying to ensure or prevent a match, and DESCENDANTS, who are just normal people looking for love.
This is a funky little game that uses chocolates to represent your ability to influence the world around you. Each player is both a nosy ghost and the descendant of someone else. As ghosts, they will meddle in the affairs of their descendants, in the hopes of providing a suitable match. Your chocolates represent your spooky powers, which are undefined in the game, so you’ll have to come up with them yourself. One of my favourite rules is for what to do when you run out of chocolate hearts - you can hold onto someone else’s chocolate and tell them “I’ve stolen your heart” in the most romantic voice you have, and then it belongs to you!
Thunder in our Hearts, by Card Zero Press.
YOU are a member of a wedding party about to pull off THE BEST WEDDING EVER. You and your friends in the party are under the impression that you only have 24 HOURS left to make sure everything goes smoothly - 12 to finalize your preparation, and 12 to pull off the ceremony and reception.
You and your friends are wrong.
You are about to find yourselves trapped in a loop of those same 24 hours, living and reliving them as many times as it takes to identify every complication, refine the wedding, and get it right. No one besides you will remember the previous loops as clear as day, but make a strong enough impression on someone in one loop and it might carry to the next. What you do here matters. What you do here has to matter, if you ever want your friends to get married and stay that way.
This basically a heist game but instead of pulling of a heist, you’re pulling off a wedding. Throughout the 24 hour time loop, you’ll have to deal with unruly guests, unforeseen hazards, and your own feelings about your two friends getting married. I don’t think this game is specifically about your characters’ romantic prospects, but rather your characters rallying together to make your friends happy. If you want a fresh take on a tried-and-true genre, this might be the game for you.
Second-hand Love, by DarkerLarper.
The ship of your dreams glides over the pelagic water, just to you. It beckons, This mysterious figure known only as the Captain is looking to find their right hand.
Compete against your fellow players for the chance at the Captain's booty er… love.
Or if the bachelor was about pirates
Second-Hand Love is a game centred on relationships and building connections to gain favor. It is designed for 4-6 players, and it looks great for campy, dramatic stories. This is a game that has room for PVP, sexual interactions, and romance galore, although you can certainly customize it to fit whatever boundaries you have at the table. If you want a game that’s all about love and profit, if you want full spicy drama and plenty of chances to work both with and against your fellow players, you should check this game out.
Games I've Recommended in the Past
Eyes on the Prize, by ira prince.
Le Bon Ton, by RobotFrancis.
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The anti-Will hate (and homophobia) at the Stranger Things subreddit is only explained by fear that Byler might ACTUALLY be endgame
Link to the ST subreddit post
Think about it: if there really was no possibility of a Byler endgame, people who dislike the idea would just be a lot CALMER about it, and not act this way. (Someone pointed out: Do we ever see this vitriol when it comes to Elmax breaking up Mileven? Nope!)
First, some angry curt answers that make you feel like you just encountered Angela-like bullies:
One commenter pointing out there can be more than one gay boy per town in the 80s gets downvoted LOL:
Then there's the "no time to find Will a boyfriend" argument:
They literally gave Robin a love interest with a few short scenes in s4. LOL
Um, hello? What about Jonathan and Nancy in the very mystery-horror Season 1? And who said "forced romance"? WHAT ROMANCE ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT? lol
Um, but it IS? We had an ENTIRE RUSSIAN PRISON BREAK SUBPLOT in s4 whose only real purpose was for Joyce and Hopper to reunite. And the A plot had Max's story and Lumax mixed in. Methinks some people aren't happy with GAY romance in their horror/sci-fi show.
Of course, everyone who answered the OP "Yes, with Mike!" gets downvotes. (Not my downvote!) And even just saying that you ship Byler but would be okay if Will ends up with someone ELSE besides Mike gets hasty downvotes:
Anyway, in conclusion, if Byler were NOT a real possibility at all, would (some) Mileven fans act this way, as if you're touching a sore spot and they need to lash back?
(Note that I include among "Milevens" those that are just homophobic or anti-Byler, because in the end they want Mike to be with Eleven, too.) I'm sure there are many cool Milevens out there. But DAMN are some of these reactions at the ST subreddit out of proportion...
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Hello! Not sure if you've ever heard of "cine kinki/quinqui", but it was a genre of Spanish cinema during the transition to democracy (late 70s/80s) that portrayed (usually) younger low-class and marginalised delinquents. Most of the actors weren't actually actors but rather real people who were living these experiences, many who were literally picked off the street and asked to film their daily life (including in some cases real life robberies lmao) - this means in some the cinematrophy isn't that great.
If you do happen to be interested, I 100% recommend Eloy de la Iglesia's movies (and not only with the kinki genre, but also El Diputado and The Week of the Killer, the latter made during Franco so the gay themes were heavily censored but still there). Ones I'd recommend as a "started pack" for cine kinki would be El Pico, Navajeros and La estanquera de Vallecas, all by Eloy.
Again, not everyone's cup of tea, but I think it's a fascinating genre.
I’d never heard of this genre/movement tysm it sounds really good!!! I’m always interested in that kind of raw filmmaking for a subject like this. Watchlisting all of these 🥰
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Stop ignoring Mike's character development
Ahhhh I'm starting to get pissed off. Like no hate to the ppl who think Mike still has internalized homophobia in s4 and doesn't know he's in love with Will, but like this theory completely strips his character of any character development.
The major overarching plot for Mike is to become emotionally secure with his friendships (El + Will) and himself.
If this is supposed to be his character development throughout the show, then why would they wait until st5 to begin this. Like if Mike is just extremely repressed and has internalized homophobia in s4 then his character has literally had no development at all. St4 is the second to last season-- it makes no sense from a writing viewpoint to make a character as be extremely repressed and internally homophobic for 4 seasons, and then just stop within the last one.
And when he finds out Will made the painting because he loves Mike, is his internalized homophobia and repression supposed to just suddenly go away.... within 8 episodes?? How is this supposed to be satisfying for the audience?
No matter what the ga is going to be taken aback by Mike becoming canonically queer, but if he confesses he didn't know he felt platonically towards El because she makes him feel loved and didn't want to admit he loved Will then it looks like really sloppy character writing and appeasing to lgbt fans/ byler shippers. Yet if he confesses he knew he wasn't in love with her and was initially with her because he wanted to be normal, but it morphed into his insecurity of I will lose her if she ever found out doubled with his insecurity of she doesn't need me I feel purposeless then it makes his character development satisfying for everyone. In real life, it's totally realistic for teenage boys (especially in the 80s) to have internalized homophobia for years, and Mike had it too from st1-st3 and it shouldn't be ignored. However, this is a show, and this show is starting to wrap up. Mike is one of the main characters; Stranger Things prides itself on its storytelling, so why would they write only him so poorly.
But ya know what makes sense from a character writing standpoint??? Making him secure with himself in the first half of the show and making him secure with his friendships in the second.
Like seriously why would this be his character development:
s1-- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and he learns that he feels valued/loved through being needed through El.
s2-- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and he continues to feel valued/loved through being needed through Will.
s3-- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and he learns what it feels like to not be valued/loved through being needed by El because elmax shows her she's badass.
s4-- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and he feels insecure about not being valued/loved through being needed El because he idolizes her.
s5-- Mike realizes he's in love with Will and not El so he becomes okay with being gay. Mike realizes he's always been valued/loved through being needed by Will. Mike learns to feel loved/valued without being needed by El.
HELLO?!!?!?!?!?!! CAN YOU SEE HOW THIS IS SHITTY CHARACTER WRITING?!?!?!??!?!
like I can't even ignore the writers obviously making a portion of his character arc about being needed considering its the focus on Mike in s4. BUT WHAT FUCKING CRACK ARE YOU PEOPLE SMOKING IF YOU THINK THIS IS HIS GAY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!?
THIS makes sense:
s1- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and learns that he feels valued/loved through being needed by El.
s2- Mike realizes he like likes Will, after feeling valued/loved through being needed by him all season, at the snowball but tries to ignore it because of being repressed from internalized homophobia and believing Will is straight.
s3- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, but in 3x6 accepts he's not in love with El after saying he loves El out loud to everyone but her. Mike becomes scared of losing El if she found out he is gay in 3x6. Mike learns what it feels like to not be valued/loved through being needed by El because elmax shows her she's badass. Mike realizes he's in love with Will on moving day after being told he'd never join another party because this makes Mike feel loved/valued through being needed.
s4- Mike accepts he's in love with Will and not El. Mike feels insecure about not being loved/valued through being needed by Will after not talking for six months but this changes after resolidifying their friendship. Mike feels scared of losing El because of him not being in love with her and feels insecure about not being loved/valued by El because he idolizes her.
s5-Mike accepts he's in love with Will and not El. Mike realizes he's always been loved/valued through being needed by Will because of painting confession. Mike learns to feel loved/valued without being needed by El.
Do you people see how his character development literally slowly grows in the first half, reaches a peak in the middle, and slowly resolves in the second half????
ITS BECAUSE THAT IS HOW BASIC STORYTELLING WORKS!!!!
you don't have to agree with my timeline of when he realized his feelings for Will + El, but dear lord at least see that it's happened.
#byler#mike wheeler#byler tumblr#byler nation#byler brainrot#stranger things#dailystrangerthings#mike wheeler apologist
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Hello! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! This is a little out of the blue so let me explain a bit. I’m an AFAB androgynous bisexual. I’m currently in a queer sapphic relationship with the love of my life, who is a lesbian.
I’ve been feeling that something is missing from my identity, and that it is tied into my relationship and the role that I play within it, and I’ve been looking around for terms/labels that would fit how I feel. I connect a lot with the term Butch but I’m cautious of using it as I’m not lesbian and I don’t want to erase the history and identity of the label.
I’ve seen a lot of lesbians caution against using the label of Butch as an aesthetic, as it’s an identity and describes the relationship between sexuality, gender, presentation, relationship dynamics and more.
Im in my 20s, In a sapphic relationship for the first time and exploring a lot of things with my partner. I’m a little confused so I’m gathering information from older lesbians and sapphics where I can, and I was hoping you’d be able to answer my questions. Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!
Hello! I am having a great day, even though late fall cold weather is setting it. I am two coffees in this early morning and I am going to do my best to answer this. Please note, I am not a historian, I don't read much lesbian theory or political writings. I can and only ever come at questions from my personal expiences and from information I have learned in the long held lesbian traditional of intergenerational friendships. Basically, stories around kitchen tables and campfires give me what I draw on to respond.
I am really only seeing the term Sapphic or queer sapphic being used in the last few years so I want to make sure I am understanding you a bit better. Sapphic was only really ever used to mean lesbian in my circles, since it refers to the first "really out and known" lesbian, Sappho the poet. But I see lately it is being used to describe any women, bi or lesbian, who is attracted to other women. And queer is a very broad term to me. My best guess is as you said you are bi and with a lesbian and sapphic queer is an more expansive definition of how you see your self in relation to your relationship with another women (your current partner). Forgive me if I misinterpret that. Androgynous seems a description of how you are perceived by others. And what aesthetic you feel comfortable presenting yourself as to the greater world. I just want to make sure I am on the same page of understanding.
Butch has always been a lesbian term in my life time.And my friends in their 80′s and 90′s are even more FIRM in the standing that butch is always, strictly lesbian. Many in fact hold very dearly to butch/femme and the connection between the two, how they are deeply interwoven. Butch is Never used to describe the experiences or energy of bi women or anyone other than a lesbian woman. Historically, to my knowledge, it was used to boil down the experiences and perceptions and realities of masculine lebian women to one easy word that everyone understood. A simplfied descriptor to allow women who shared similar experiences to find each other and form community and be recognized as a defined group within the lesbian and great gay community. And even in the larger world.
I have seen it used as an fashion or aesthetic look as in “that is a butch hair cut” or “that suit is very butch” or “arm wrestling, how very butch”. Mostly that is the use of an understood word to convey a stereo type or humorous take on an activity or clothing an no offense should be taken. I guess because I am firm in knowing I am butch because I have shared my experiences and found others like me who relate, a little play on the word is no big deal. No one is looking at Julie Andrews in Victor Victoria in her fitted suit and thinking she is butch. But they might say “That suit is butch”.
If yiou are bi, butch is not for you. Perhaps masc or masculine Or don’t worry about a descriptor. If the masculinity comes off with clothes or a different hair cut it is just not the same experience as a butch. If you are naturally masculine, but not a lesbian, and believe me, here in the midwest there are plenty of straight and bi women are far and away more mascline than I am, BUT their energy is just not the same. They are rarely mistaken for men, or “not quite women” as is my experience and that of many butches.
I would agree with you that butch is a short cut to describe presentation as it relates to our own comfort AND public perception, sometimes relationship dynamics and sexuality. The gender part was definitely something society thrust on me first. “you act like a boy” or “why do you look like a man”. Now my own LGBT community occiasionally tries to thrust gender roles on me and other butches “Butches have muscles” or “butches are supposed to be tops” (NO, LOL) or “butches love sports” (again, NO).
Please be you and love your woman and be protective and gentle and strong. Wear what you love to wear. Love the hobbies you love and find things that fulfill you. Butch is not for you as a bi person. It is wonderful to have a wide range of friends and find the cross over of experiences. Please seek out bi women and peope to talk to and share your ideas and stories with them. I know bisexuals can be the hidden among us but they are out there. Perhaps a few will see this thread and reach out.
I wish you and your love all the hope and happiness you deserve.
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hi elle it’s theparanoidandroid on ao3 (biggest fan)
i’m here because i have no one to ramble to about good omens, but this question has been eating at me all day: who does aziracrow main in mario kart?
i think the obvious choice for aziraphale is peach, since she’s been an honorary gay icon since the 80s. she’s also soft, blonde, and perceived as a little ditzy, but can totally fucking WRECK SHOP and Kick Your Ass with a golf club or umbrella or literally just a frying pan.
crowley, though…i think adam invites him to play games with him (he pretends he’s never played mario kart before, but is actually cracked) and he insists he plays bowser—big scary fire-breathing lizard and all that. but in reality, he’s absolutely a rosalina main—tall awesome space lady whose duty is to protect the cosmos and the stars.
idk i need them to play video games! ty for listening and stoking the flames of my gomens fixation
p.s. muriel mains toad
Bahaha hello! I was thinking not too long ago that I wish I had a good excuse to make them play games, so this is perfect. Unfortunately, I can't remember what game I was thinking of at the time.
OK, first, this is all so so valid, but I must beg you to consider Crowley and the tire iron, which means they fight over who gets to be Peach before Rosalina shows up (and sometimes after, too, just for tradition's sake). Crowley has more fun coming up with reasons why Aziraphale should feel connected to all of the other characters ("I'm just saying, angel, Wario's mustache looks awfully familiar—") than he does actually playing. This is partially because if there's a way to cheat, Aziraphale's doing it and saying annoying things like "evil always sows the seeds of its own destruction" as if he didn't just use a minor miracle to get a perfect run.
Hard agree that Crowley will lie and say, "Bowser, duh" if ever asked by anyone else. Also, Aziraphale will say things ranging from "I've never even heard of such a thing as a video game. What did you expect?" to "I simply cannot get used to these new controllers. You'll have to be patient with me" if he actually abides by the rules and loses.
I buy "Muriel mains Toad" but only in the sense that Toad's their default choice if someone starts putting pressure on them to "pick a character already!!" I think they like to make sure every character gets chosen in equal amounts and spend a lot of time quietly trying to prove that everyone "has been resting on Dry Bones. Is that the right phrase?"
Also not that anyone asked but I think Aziraphale's pathway to this might have been: correspondence chess, then online tournaments, then other simple games with PvP or tournament aspects (he likes to win especially if it means someone else loses OK alskjdf), and then Crowley got tired of him devastating humans and then feeling bad about it ("I didn't know their perfect record mattered for their scholarship!! What am I supposed to do now? Start losing on purpose? That's dishonest.") and introduced him to tactics games. Then tactics games started having too much plot and dialogue and character development ("This is not how the written word was meant to be displayed."), so they ended up with games where Crowley gets to Go Very Fast and Aziraphale gets to win and it works for them.
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Hello There, Showtoonz!! I just wanted to let you know someone has talked about your post about HB and let's just say some die hard fans aren't taking it well in the comments, and saying shit like, "Oh, well Viv is much better and talented than you!" Or "Don't watch the show then" ect ect, it's like you can't criticize ANYTHING without the fans going after you for it, and also calling you homophobic if you don't like the show. Apparently, you can't talk about criticism or say one negative thing on the series, when it comes to the HB/HH Fandom. 😒
https://twitter.com/Norelzahr1/status/1589926236591370240?t=SjRBUVbjNklc7S3zxzPPsg&s=19
Glad the OP agrees, but I honestly don’t care what the fans think lmao. I still stand by what I said, I heavily dislike how literally like….80% of the HB fandom and the creators act like being gay and/or female automatically means you’re a good writer who doesn’t need criticism, trust me, I’m not pulling that out of my ass, I’ve seen people act like this everywhere.
However, this did get me thinking, I will admit that I think I worded that one tag wrong, mainly the problem was I didn’t know HOW to word it. Fill free to disagree with me if y’all want, but when I said “The show shouldn’t even be labeled as a “queer show”, it’s a dark comedy with gay characters yes but that doesn’t mean it’s meant for gay people I don’t get it”- in one of the tags, what I was trying to get at was that I personally don’t understand why everyone keeps labeling the show as such when the original premise and tone of the show had nothing to do with what the show seems to be now, an emotional rollercoaster about relationships, wether gay or straight. In my opinion, I only think you should label your show as a “queer show” if your MAIN purpose and premise resides on telling a story following the such. Helluva Boss’s main premise wasn’t about that, it was about demon assassins going to earth to kill humans while Stolas (a SIDE main character-ish) acted like a horny perv who had possession of the book. The reason why I said this was mainly to once again jab at the people who act like having gay characters in your show means that it’s magically inhumane to criticism. Most importantly, when I said “it has gay characters yes but that doesn’t mean it’s for gay people”- I should have said that differently, because want I MEANT was that just because there are LGBTQ+ characters in your show, doesn’t mean it’s ONLY for them. This is a jab at the fans who keep saying “But it’s a queer show, it’s for queers”- whenever we try to critique Stolitz as a couple or the other relationships. The show never presented itself on the characters sexualities and how they’ll be telling about their loves lives and personal lives, again….it was SUPPOSED to be a dark comedy about asshole demons assassins, and ever since Stolitz took over the show because Viv is obsessed with it rather than taking time to develop and expand her other characters, everyone now is acting like Stolitz is what the show stems on and what this show was supposed to be about. They also act like LGBTQ+ characters can’t be written badly as long as the creators are gay themselves, (they also act like just because it’s told from a “queer perspective” that apparently means that the writing isn’t bad, but that we just won’t get it because we’re not queer) and that’s not true?? Again, I don’t care if you’re gay or straight lmao, bad writing is still bad writing, that doesn’t make me homophobic for saying so, I’ve literally expressed multiple times how it pisses me off how Viv portrays most LGBTQ+ people, mainly her gay characters cause all they act like are hollow shallow stereotypes as if they were written by dumb men from the 70’s. Again, there are better written gay characters out there. I should also say that I don’t mind it when a show wants to dive into the romantic side of the main character, because Blitz at the end of the day still IS the main character after all, I’m just tired of fans acting like the show is only about his and Stolas’s relationship when it should be about the entire IMP crew as well. So Helluva fans, please stop saying “It’s a queer show”- whenever someone opens their mouth to critique something. I’ve seen Queer shows that have better writing than this fan fiction of a show and my sexuality has nothing to do with it lmao.
#vivziepop critical#spindlehorse critical#helluva boss critical#anti vivziepop#hazbin hotel critical#helluva boss criticism#viv sucks at writing gay characters yeah I said it be mad lol#vivziepop criticism#helluva boss critique#anti Stolitz#anti Angel Dust#reply#ask#helluva boss
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if the bi lesbian, trans men can be lesbians, non men loving non men discourse has taught me anything its that we all need to throw away labels. At this point they do nothing. If you tell me ur gay this tells me nothing. Doesnt tell me ur gender identity, doesnt tell me what kind of attraction u feel, doesn’t tell me who ur attracted to and who u make exceptions for. I could identify as bi but some people have a thousand different interpretations of wtf that means. So im not gonna use bi anyone. I use labels to let people know if an easy way what my identity is but u cant do that anymore. So fuck it get rid of the labels and tell people straight up what ur attraction is. Hello Im a person attracted to mostly men but sometimes women. People talk about the “gender fuckery” of the 80s and then u learn there were even less labels. Like we invent labels to describe our identities but then like…suddenly they dont matter? Everyone is valid or whatever but all ur left with are these empty hollow words that act more as decoration than like actual identities. And u cant tell people how to identify so like fuck it why even have them?
#sexuality discourse#im not gonna stop people from using labels but u gotta realize that these things serve no purpose other than a shiny flag u can use#like thats cool u connect with it but like what are u even connecting with? Im sure u have ur reasons but#It really feels like people are dismissing the differences in other peoples sexualities that are important#non men who aren’t attracted to men constantly have their sexuality interrogated. They wanted a label to help express their lack of#attraction to men in a world that wants them to be in order to uplift patriarchal society#but its pointless because a label has to encompass every single person who likes it now#i really think getting rid of labels and just describing ur attraction is the only way out of this mess
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Pretty long story-rant I found in my google docs from 2021 when I was planning to make a zine. This particular story would be about the isolation I felt as a lesbian and my experience in my cites only lgbt group.
"Hello I'm Rose (Side note: I no longer go by that name but this doc was typed when I still did.) and I'm a lesbian!"
It felt like everyone was waiting for me to say something more, to mirco label myself til every little thing about me is stored in a box. I'd say my name and if asked my pronouns but because I only take up one letter of the acronym I felt the room start to get tense and awkward and I didn't know why.
" I don't think they like us very much." [NAME REDACTED] tells me, he was the only other gay in the group with me. We were in the back of his uncles car, he had picked us up after group and we were on our way out to a Chinese buffet dinner.
"They barely know us, its only our fourth night." I gave them the benefit of the doubt, of course a group of teenagers would be shy. In our city if you were out to one person the whole neighborhood knew by the next hour and you were left to fend for yourself against the very heteronormative world of Pennsylvania.
"Yeah but we haven't learned a thing about gay men and lesbians....like us."
He was right. The four nights we were in the club meetings they talked about drag queens and nonbinary identities, nothing about us. I shrugged in response "We'll just have to wait and see." I had hope, this was the only lgbt group in our city for teenagers where alcohol and smoking was STRICTLY prohibited, they even kicked my one of my other friends out for smoking a vape pen.
So me and [NAME REDACTED] waited. We talked, tried to learn about sexuality and gender identities we never heard of, we asked earnest questions, and enjoyed the snacks. Besides the occasional glares and awkward silences after I'd make a lesbian joke I did make a few friends and even developed a two week long crush. There's no denying we had a good gaggle, we understood parts of eachother and often hung out outside the club.
But we still waited. I waited especially, for another lesbian. No, a bisexual girl wouldn't cut it. No, the asexual girl with a shaved head didn't either, I needed to see another lesbian. In my mind I thought "If I just stay longer maybe a butch will walk in." Or "Maybe tonight will be the night I'll meet another lesbian." Every Thursday night after school I'd race home, change, and in my own agnostic way, pray to see another lesbian.
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That day never came. The autumn leaves fell off their branches, we had a Halloween theme party where I dressed as a vampire, me and my friend would be juniors in high school. We fizzled out eventually, agreeing this wasn't the place for us and vowing to never return, even if that met ruining our chances of meeting gays like us. We left confused, wondering why our own community seemed to dislike us.
One morning my mom came downstairs to me in half sadness and half shock. My mom, a self described fag hag who had to be her gay friends beards in the 80s told me while she was downtown yesterday she had found a booth promting a lgbt group in the city. She walked excitedly towards it, hoping to find the solution to my lesbian blues. "My daughter feels like shes the only lesbian in all of Pennsylvania."
"Do you mean Rose?" The married to a man bisexual group leader asked. She had identified me due to my complaints and dramatics, my half joke half truths. "Yes!" my mother replied. Unknowingly she had stumbled upon the same group me and my gay friend had just left days prior.
"We really only cater to trans people." My mom quoted shortly, I felt her eyes on me.
i sighed hearing that. Not out of relief or suprise but out of understanding, finally, of why me and [REDACTED NAME] were treated as if we had forced ourselves into already claimed land. I looked up to my mom, tears in her eyes. "I'm so confused." My mom began. "Aren't you all supposed to be together, supporting eachother?" I felt my heart break. My mom saw my aunt (her sister) go through being a lesbian in the 60s, coming out as a lesbian ( a BUTCH lesbian) in those times was like social suicide. She lost numerous jobs, got beat up, thrown out of places, and lost friends. "You're telling me they didn't let you in?"
I shook my head "No they did...but they didn't seem to like me or [NAME REDACTED]." Because in truth, they marketed the group as for the entire LGBT community, they had different pride flags on the wall for gods sake, what do you mean you only cater towards one single group.
I'm not against support groups for transgender people, they deserve support and their spaces like us gays and lesbians do but what was the point of saying "Everyone is welcome!" when in truth, they aren't? Why not be honest? Why ostracize us?
Maybe me and my gay guy friend were too cis, too unhip with the younger members, too unabashedly gay but I slowly stopped seeing flyers for the group after we left, as if the two only gays were keeping it up entirely. I often think of the good times I had and wonder how the other members are, at the very least I had something to look forward to after school and there was always dr peppers in the mini fridge.
#rens writings#<- yeah im keeping that#lesbian#lesbian writing#lgbt#this is not an invitation for discourse it is purely and soley a piece of my writing I feel like sharing today ok?#f slur
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(Warning: this post contains mentions of homophobia, transphobia, bullying, and emotional neglect, as well as general issues with ahistoricism and cultural ignorance within the fictionkin community. Also, this only applies to sources that are meant to take place in a relatively realistic setting or are based on a real-world reigon/time period! If that's not you, feel free to ignore this.)
Hm... I was scrolling around and saw an ask from a really long time ago, and it made me want to say something.
Obviously I'm okay with people using whatever labels and pronouns they want for their kins! It's their kintype, so it's their business, sure, fine, all cool with me. However, even if you do remember being LGBTQ+, you have to take the time period and location into account.
For example, hello, I'm Kennith. I was born in 1969 in an average suburban town in Michigan. Nowadays, in this life, I'd say that I was demigreyromantic, gay, genderfluid, transmasc, and generally gnc, and I would've used he/they pronouns.
However, back when I was still alive as a teenager in the 80s, I knew the word gay and... yeah, that really was about it. If you had asked me then, I would've described the rest of that stuff as "I'm not really that much of a romance guy" and "I'm a guy who was born as a girl and hated it, but I still don't mind looking like a girl sometimes", and I used strictly he/him back then since "I'm a guy and that's what you call guys", because again, I was a teenager in the 80s, and I had no idea any of this stuff was even an option.
And, quick reminder, this is a relatively modern time frame, and it's in the United States. You may have all of these really cool microlabels and neopronouns to describe yourself now, and there's nothing wrong with that! It's never too late to discover who you truly are/were. However, you have to realize that you sure as hell weren't using those labels as, say, a member of ancient Japanese royalty. In terms of both the time frame and the language itself, that's just not how that would've worked.
Also, not to get overly negative, but chances are, if you are from sometime back in the day, even if it's as relatively recent as I was, people would most likely have not been accepting of you. I know people weren't accepting of me. I was bullied ruthlessly in school by nearly everyone for being gay and presenting myself femininely despite being transmasc. "Pretty Boy" was actually the tamest of the awful names they would call me, and it didn't even stop at insults. They would deliberately misgender and deadname me at every opportunity, bump me into walls and shit like that, and I even remember them beating me up a few times. My teachers and counselor did absolute jack-shit, and basically told me that I deserved it since I was so "different" (which is the word they used instead of calling me slurs! fun!). My parents were never much help either since A: I wasn't out to them, and B: they never gave a shit about literally anything else. The only people who respected me at all during that time were Stephanie and Greg, but I was barely able to see Greg outside of the gas station he worked at, and I've already gone into what ended up happening with fucking Stephanie... ugh.
Anyways, once again I say, this was in the United States in the 1980s. If people didn't accept me there and then, the chances of people accepting you for who you in another place and/or an earlier time are next to nothing. I'm sorry, it fucking sucks that it had to be that way, but it's true. I'm obviously not saying that you're not valid if you did have people who accepted you, I'm just saying that it's highly unlikely, given historical context.
I'm sorry for ranting once again, and I'm sorry if I said anything hurtful. The last thing I want to do is invalidate anyone. This is just something to consider, I guess... Ah well, who am I to tell you guys what you can and can't do? If I was still alive I'd be like 54 years old. Old Man Yells at Cloud.
-Kennith Simmons
#fictionkinfessions#fictionkin#kennithsimmonskin#communicationskin#homophobia cw#transphobia cw#bullying cw#emotional abuse cw#ahistoricism cw#racism cw#community issue#memories issue#deadnaming cw#misgendering cw#schools cw#victim blaming cw#slurs#ish#mod party cat#if this topic get ressurected i will have a heavy paw
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The Elusive 80s AU? 👀
The Elusive 80s AU is my BABY, or more accurately mine and @kieren-fucking-walker's baby. She hails from the peak of my Dirk Gently days, and she WILL be finished one day because she deserves to spread her wings and fly.
Essentially, it's a year — September to September, 1986 to '87 — in the life of Todd Brotzman; a very grouchy and jaded little trans dude, currently and for the last several years working as a bartender in a grotty lil gay bar in New York (owned by 80s Farah in her power suits *blows kiss* for the lesbians). He's content enough with his lot in life and his scrappy little circle of queers, but he's also worn down by life and the endless day-to-day of it all. But '86/7 might just be the year that gets him out of his funk, because he's about to get one major life shake-up in the form of fresh-out-of-the-closet Dirk Gently, who stumbles into the Electric Rhino with with wide eyes and boundless enthusiasm and is gonna suck Todd — and probably most of his little club family, too — into his chaotic vortex of self-discovery whether they like it or not.
I've written *checks notes* two and a half chapters? And there'll be 12/13 plus an epilogue. All the rest are planned out, I just have to knuckle down and write! I'm probably gonna turn my attention to it next time I do a DGHDA rewatch! It's gonna be mostly on the hopeful/upbeat side but with a lot of sadness kinda underneath in the bones, given the time period and some of the backstories and the abundance of not-actually-unrequited love. So, SO much pining, a STUNNING lack of communication, and wall-to-wall Vibes: currently the plan is that when we feel ready enough to go with the chapters, we'll start posting one a month in the month they take place, with accompanying blogs and playlists curated by Kieren — who's also doing the buttload of research into this thing that helped me take it from a few scattered paragraphs of ideas into a full story with a fleshed-out world!
I have no idea when it's gonna be ready, but y'all won't be.
Ask me about my WIPS!
Pretty sure I've posted bits and pieces before, but here's a lil snippet from chapter one! ⬇
He’d just resolved to go track down Estevez when the empty stretch of bar in front of him was, suddenly and enthusiastically, very much occupied.
Todd flinched in surprise, blinking at the guy who’d come seemingly out of nowhere. “Uh. Hi.”
The guy grinned at him. He was average height- which is to say annoyingly taller than Todd- and slim, and he had floppy reddish brown hair that he kept pushing out of his eyes with restless hands (when they weren’t drowning in the sleeves of his huge mustard turtleneck).
Then, bewilderingly, he forewent a hello and greeted Todd with a simple, chirpy: “I’m gay!”
“...Okay,” Todd said, almost as slow as his answering nod. “Cool. I mean, this is a gay club, so…”
“I know — it’s just so nice to finally say it!” the guy said, giving Todd a better preview of his accent — British. Incredibly so. He dropped onto a vacant barstool and thrust his hand out across the counter. “Dirk Gently!”
Huh. Was this, like… a thing in England? Did they just walk into bars and stores and shake everyone’s hands? Todd took the hand without thinking, giving it one or two confused shakes. “Uh. Todd.”
“Nice to meet you, Todd,” Dirk said, drawing out his name like he was trying out the feel of it. He didn’t seem to be about to let go of Todd’s hand any time soon. “I like your make-up!”
“...Thanks?” It wasn’t anything special, just a bit of smokey eye. That he ‘put on’ largely out of convenience because he couldn’t be bothered to wash off last night’s eyeliner. He looked down at his hand. Still being rhythmically pumped up and down. “Um. Can I have that back?”
“Oh! Of course, yes,” Dirk said, releasing him sheepishly, and folding his hands on the bar. “Sorry. Bit excited. This is my first time at one of these!”
“You don’t say,” Todd smirked, shaking his head. He hadn’t seen anyone pass through here with that wide-eyed wonder in quite some time. “Congrats on coming out. How long’s it been?”
“Just a week, give or take,” Dirk said, fiddling with his hair again. He seemed to have an almost compulsive habit of tucking it behind his ears. “Didn’t go down very well, I’m afraid, but such is life! Anyway, I’m here now and that’s what matters, so if you don’t mind, good barkeep — I’d like the gayest drink you have to offer!”
“Right,” Todd said bemusedly, throwing down his cloth. “Coming right up.”
He hesitated a moment. There was obviously no point in asking the guy to be more specific- he’d be surprised if he knew any cocktails by name at all, let alone by ‘gayness’. But he was new to the scene, and probably not difficult to please. Something pink would probably do the trick. Todd set about making him a cosmopolitan while Dirk chattered on, seemingly unconcerned with whether Todd was actually listening or not.
“You know, this is the third club I’ve been in tonight? First time I’ve actually had a chance to sit down, though, the others were rather busy — and, I must say, decidedly less welcoming. I understand there’s a lot of, well, unpleasantness about at the moment but that’s no excuse for rudeness! Well, perhaps it wasn’t all rudeness — I am a bit new to this scene, after all, so, um, perhaps this sort of thing is standard fare for… our sort? Or my sort, sorry, I suppose I didn’t even ask about your — well, I mean, I assume you’re somewhere —? Nevermind. Anyway, yes, very strange. I’m not sure, I was always told it was uncouth to grab at a woman’s bottom without her consent — not that I ever wanted to grab at a woman’s bottom, but my parents always seemed to think that might be something I’d take an interest in, but I digress — and I’d have thought the same would go for men but perhaps I was mistaken? I can’t say I cared for it — I’m not averse to arse-grabbing, per se, but I would much rather experience it on my own terms. I think. Actually, I’m not sure what my feelings are towards a lot of things, seeing as I’ve not had much call to experience them first hand — but I can’t wait to find out!”
Todd snorted, shaking his head. Man, this guy could talk. He seemed like the type to just vocalise every thought that passed through his head, regardless of relevance to the topic of conversation. He may need to work on that; there were certain things about their lives that they didn’t want to be sharing with the general public. But Todd decided to let him have his fun for now. After all, it was his first night. He’d learn all the hard stuff soon enough. “Here you go,” he said, putting the glass down in front of Dirk — with just a slight flourish, for his sake, obviously. Might as well give him the full experience. He considered the half-question buried in Dirk’s monologue, and decided to offer up a half-answer. “And I’m bi, by the way.”
Dirk’s brow furrowed. “‘Bye-bye’? Are you going somewhere?”
“No, I’m… I’m bi. Y’know. Bisexual?”
“Oh!” Dirk sighed, sounding weirdly relieved. “Oh, well good! I wouldn’t want you to leave on my account — truth be told, Todd, you’re the friendliest face I’ve seen all night!”
Todd blinked. That… was not something he got very often. “Uh… thanks?”
But Dirk wasn’t listening — he was immersed in admiring his pretty pink cosmo with lots of ooh-ing and ahh-ing that, on anyone else, would have looked ridiculous and patronising. On Dirk, though… well, it was still ridiculous. But it was also sincere, and that was something Todd didn’t see too much round here. It was kinda refreshing.
Maybe that’s what moved Todd to smile, gesture to the drink and say, gruffly: “Drink up; it’s on the house.”
Yeah, he probably couldn’t afford to be slinging free drinks at random nerds on their first night out. But he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t worth it for the luminous smile he got in return.
Too bad he couldn’t pay his bills with smiles. What a nice world that would be.
Who was he kidding, he’d still be broke as shit.
#dghda#dirk gently's holistic detective agency#brotzly#dirk gently#todd brotzman#my fanfic#80s AU#thank you for the ask!!#answers
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Hello!! For that ask game thing that you recently reblogged, I would love to hear your opinions on everyone's dear friend Booster Gold! :)
YAY yes i can do Booster of course. I've loved Booster for over 7 years now I'm sure I have a few things to say hehe. This ones also long so here we go.
– Overall opinion of them
I think Booster is a genuinely amazing character who just happens to be placed in the hands of incompetent unsure writers all the time. But for the sake of things I'm not going to rant about writers right now but know a lot of my opinions and love for Booster comes from accidental themes thrown in by writers or stuff that can be taken and made better.
A lot of my love for Booster also comes from the situation I was in when I first started reading his comics (around after I read Ted's BB comics bc I was a Ted fan first and the very same goes for Ted too) so i'm very aware a lot of my perceptions are based in that.
I believe that Booster's backstory is really interesting and hits hard. Booster gold volume 1 can easily be read as someone who is closeted trying to find a place in a world where they do not fit in (Now please take in account that this is not the intention of the writing from the author and was a total accident writing wise). I wish more respect would be put into his backstory especially currently I think in the right hands it can be transformed into something really meaningful...but anyways.
– Gender/sexuality headcanons
I am a Trans Nonbinary Gay Booster believer. I think booster goes by any pronouns but especially he/him and she/her. I also believe he knew this when he lived in the 25th century way before he went back in time, but had to deal with being in the closet AFTER time traveling, not before.
– Favorite moment in canon
SHEESH…um…A LOT OF THINGS are my favorite moment. for the sake of everyone I wont go through every comic he's in and post my favorite moment but in booster gold volume 1 I love every scene where it touches on that "outsider" aspect of his character and his struggle with it.
Another favorite (ICONIC) moment I love is the reveal that he is Supernova and FAKED his death in 52 #37 to fool Mr Mind/Skeets. It is genuinely such a good moment in my opinion and shows that he's actually very cunning and capable and also sets the stage for what his strengths are as a time master. It takes the whole idea that "lies and deception" don't have to be negative but can be a useful tool in heroism (in a way directly challenging Boosters past and his perceptions of himself because of that past).
Oh I also love his arc in extreme justice before he wishes his disability away.
– Favorite moment in a fanwork
It is so difficult to decide this FOR ME because I care so much about a lot of my mutuals interpretations of Booster to pick one! I really enjoy seeing how other people perceive Booster as a serious genuine character. Like In @slettlune's works (sorry for at-ing you again lol), or @queenretcon's art or @bigturtl or @starringbeetle or nowadays @mattdcblog or my bf's old art @clickbaitcowboy. all of them have inspired and shaped the way I see Booster so I don't think I can pick just one favorite moment or piece.
– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise
ANY line from volume 1 where Booster doesn't understand phrases or sayings is my favorite.
– Characters I love seeing them interact with
Um..well I'd be a liar if I didn't say Ted Kord- but there is a lot of newer stuff in comics that I feel falls flat with them and I think that comes from making them one note outside of each other and that both of them BENEFIT from having lives outside of each other in canon.
NOW...FIRE...is one of my FAVORITE Booster friendships! I need to see more of them I feel like too often its brushed aside that Fire was one of Boosters besties too! Or even just the fact Booster in the 80s-90s had a lot of friends who were women without being romantic with them which is honestly unique and cool. NOW.. I understand narrative wise (post toras death and everything that was done wrong to Bea) why they all fall out of being friends. I just miss it.
– Last thing before sleeping headcanons & Sleeping habits headcanons
I honestly don't have any strong opinions about this at all other than I think that Booster would be the type of person to need white noise or something to sleep. Uhhh I think he would take up the whole bed no matter what though not even just because he's 6'5 but because he sleeps like a star fish.
– First thing after waking up headcanons
Unfortunately he is the only morning person in existence I think.
– Favorite locations headcanon
AGAIN...he's a time traveler...he's a huge cowboy fan so I'm sure for that reason he loves being in the wild west era even though in reality it sucked but this is comics ig.
Other than that I think he loves going to the beach, not just like the ocean front but just like towns near the beach too, ocean wind...beach vibes, maybe he should try surfing.
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