#the solidarity— i love that for us🥰
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Not to mention that over the past years, fascists have been slowly taking more and more language for people with schizo and dissociative disorders into their hate-speak/signals to other fascists. (And intellectual disability, but I don’t have one so I don’t think I want to talk on that rn)
Instead of seeing anyone say, “that’s fucked up, and you’re cowards for this”. Wanna know what I’ve seen besides no one noting it? “Watch out for anyone who uses these words!”.
Those words are necessary for psychotic and dissociative people to speak on our experiences, created for us to use, created to speak of us, and those words came from our marginalized lives. And you’re spreading the word that they belong to people who want me dead and have a history of violence to people like me, of eugenics, of fucking homicide, for the literal reason of being mad?
How fucking dare y’all? Both the fascists and the leftist hypocrites. Honestly. “Watch out for [language used by mentally ill group at extremely high risk of violence who still don’t have equal rights] in case they’re a fascist!”. You think that’s ever appropriate to say about people on the schizophrenia and psychotic spectrum disorder, with common persecution paranoia, and to people with DID— which I don’t think I should have to explain why that’s wrong when it’s a group of people who were hurt so badly that they lost their identities and memories?
Are you’re seriously throwing us under the bus and forgetting that the second listed people on the Genocides that have happened in history(and probably ongoing ones too) reads “[ethnicity depending on region], disabled people,…”? Or how the USA psychiatric system was built around eugenics of us, similar to many other countries? That lobotomies didn’t start to end in the USA until the 1960s? That the reason they stopped was financial cost of overcrowded hospitals and being given an antipsychotic that could do the same to us chemically without the procedure?
It wasn’t out of compassion and remorse for their abuse towards us, and I’m not sure if people are overlooking that common sense fact blaring at you when you know how cruel the system is still to this day. & no one saved us.
Both of these groups are already watched by fascists, fyi. Both of these groups are already at a higher risk than average to experience abuse, fyi. Both of these groups face constant social pressure, alienation, disconnection, mockery, and being the punchline of jokes whilst the shock-horror in movies, fyi. The last thing both of these groups needs is people to once again use them as pawns for their gain or more false accusations and misinformation, for your fucking information.
You’re focusing on the dog whistles that are using vulnerable populations to spread hatred as the problem while trying to hide themselves from consequences, but there’s no thought that Nazis are fucking us over and further demonizing us? You’re doing their job for them by pushing the idea that insanity = threat. You’re further harming a group who has no solid protections.
And hilariousssss how an alt right assholes on the net can use our language obnoxiously and incorrectly without anyone batting an eye, but if someone liberal with wild hair and makeup is using that language and says that they have the disorder, your first thought is judgement about them lying or being an attention seeker, you screenshot and make a joke about the person, showing them to thousands as a joke.
Fuck you. I have every right to be paranoid and bite at this point. Fuck you.
#…#autistic/adhd people share experiences but you aren’t us. and something else that’s pissing me off#the few times I’ve seen someone note this: they never once mentioned us but specified audhd and ND. even bipolar. no mention of Schizo/DID.#thanks for the solidarity there.🥰☠️ totally had our backs as ‘cousin disorders’ right#like it’s just disappointing and alienating and like ok I’m padanoaid but seems like rlly no one is proving me wrong#love my spelling of paranoid so not changing it#if you’re using people with ID for bad faith purposes. you can grovel and I would stomp on your head before forgiving you#bc the Nazis love to do that too! r slur is so important to them. fucking pigs.
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Something about the simple joys of an average K.ikuta lover has me feeling some kinda way rn
#it's...comfortable??? like. i dunno. like i find it super cute and wholesome that so mething like this makes us v happy nsjdjdjnd#the solidarity over just plain loving this one very specific bundle of lines...#the dont know each other but right now we are just super proud our man won in the HG simulator skhdkdhdnd#it's a silly train of thought but... the mood is: 🥰#joie ponders#edit: writing this at 10pm while sleeby. srry for the typos
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Curious to hear your takes on the new Avatar movie. It’s getting a lot of backlash for being culturally appropriative due to its casting of nearly all white actors (which I agree).
my nuanced take is that a film can be INCREDIBLE at a technical level, and be an epic cinema experience, AND be well intentioned as an anti-imperialist text, while at the same time failing to actually represent Indigeneity.
I'm an Indigenous fan of this franchise and have been since I was 15. Avatar 2 makes many of the same mistakes as the first and the layers to it are complicated. It's a white saviour narrative, it fetishises Indigenous (coded) women, it appropriates isolated aesthetics and aspects of various Indigenous cultures without cultural consultation, the majority of na'vi actors are white/non-indigenous ppl putting on ~voices~, and Avatar as a concept allegorically dehumanises Indigenous people by portraying us as aliens.
I will say that the sequel does have Cliff Curtis (who is Maori) playing a Na'vi, along with a handful of Indigenous extras, which is an improvement on than the previous. Also, Avatar 2 has a lot more Na'vi women as important characters so fetishism of the women is much less than the first (still there though). I'm aware of James Cameron's gross past "they should have fought harder" comments and I'm not excusing or condoning them. That dismissive attitude contributes to ongoing colonisation and I would have hoped a man creating a large scale anti-colonial story would know better.
Because that's the rub of it all. Avatar and Avatar 2 are explicitly anti-colonial and anti- imperialist. For all its layers of Nativism, that doesn't make it any less anti-occupation and anti-colonial. I'd argue the 2nd one doubles down on the anti-occupation angle even more than the first. The first had so many "good apples" among the invading humans, the 2nd has none. The invading force is just that, an invading force that you're not expected to sympathise with at all. You're positioned, in every way to empathise with the Na'vi.
My feelings are so complicated because at a technical level this film is a master-class of precision that pushes the boundaries of what's possible with live action VFX. Cameron and the team craft a truly immersive epic about family, solidarity, the beauty of nature and how its desicreited by colonial entitlement.
In short, a film can be both extremely Nativist and a technical masterpiece. Avatar 2 is one of those films and I'm not here to tell anyone how to feel about it. I enjoyed watching it at the movies with my best friend as someone whose an unironic enjoyer of the franchise, but I also felt disappointed that Cameron advanced the franchise at a technical level that did not extend to any genuine representation of Indigenous people.
In a strange way, it's a GREAT anti colonial story but a terrible pro-Indigenous one that demonstrates that a hatred of colonialism and respect for Indigenous peoples are (sadly) not mutually exclusive.
Always love seeing my girl Neytiri though 🥰
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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Eight)
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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 1, 2023
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yourusername welcome to my post game penalty box show! while that pretty little mouth of his got him in trouble tonight, Z’s magic hands came through tonight and he scored his 20th goal of the season!
so proud of you my Z🧡 i love you, always!
(ps look at the time signatures of every tongue sticking out pic and you will see he does this all game every game) (baby can’t keep his tongue in his mouth) (but that’s sometimes in my favor ;))
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man after midnight (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot
Happy New Year! I had this idea on NYE when I remembered I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss lol. Here’s to Hotch giving us a New Year’s kiss instead 🥰
Summary: The team goes out for a New Year’s Eve party and it ends in the best way possible.
Warnings: mostly none, besides alcohol consumption (be responsible!), otherwise pure fluff to start out the new year right :))
WC: ~1.9k
All you did was mention once that you have never gone to a New Year’s Eve party, and look where you’ve ended up.
At a karaoke bar on December 31st with your entire team from the BAU — even Hotch.
It’s different having Hotch here too. You’ve gone out with Derek, Emily, JJ, Penelope, and sometimes Spencer and Rossi before, but never Hotch. You’ve always been grateful for Hotch not partaking in the team outings because he does not need to see you drunk. You start talking too freely and spilling secrets.
It’s how the girls found out about your crush on Hotch. Thank god Derek was in the restroom when you said it. He’d tease you relentlessly. The girls do, but not in front of Hotch, like you know Derek would.
Needless to say, you’re watching your alcohol intake — and the table of profilers is noticing.
“Are you feeling alright, momma?” Derek asks with a nudge to your arm.
“Hm? What? Yeah, why?” You try to cover your nerves with a grin, but it doesn’t work.
Hotch is across the table from you, talking with Rossi, directly in your line of sight, and it’s unnerving. Hotch just had to wear his black button up tonight, the one you love to see him in. You practically drooled the first time he wore it. That was embarrassing when Emily caught you staring.
“Something’s bothering you,” Derek says. He gestures to your glass of wine. “You’ve been nursing that for an hour.”
He’s right, and you’ve barely had half the glass. You desperately don’t want to make a fool of yourself, not in front of Hotch. You’re already doing karaoke later. That’s enough, right?
Apparently it isn’t, because Emily comes back to the table with the bartender in tow. “We’re doing shots!” she announces. “Everyone — even you two!” She points to Rossi and Hotch with a stern look.
Hotch tries to fight her on it, but the bartender still pours him a shot. You reluctantly take yours. It’s a slippery slope once you start doing shots, but if everyone is doing them, you might as well.
“On three, we clink,” Penelope says, grinning. “Ready?”
You can’t help but watch Hotch standing across from you. He smiles warily at you and tips his shot glass in a tiny salute of solidarity. He has looked nervous this whole night, too, but he never goes out. He’s so far out of his comfort zone.
“One, two, three!” Everyone toasts and taps the shot on the table before tossing it back.
It’s far too smooth going down. Warm, barely there, and you’re useless when it comes to resisting a second. And third.
“Okay, we should slow down,” Spencer says. You’re surprised he did all three. “If we want to maximize our—”
“Kid, kid,” Derek cuts him off with a laugh. “Quit doing statistics. Let loose.”
“I am loose. I just had three shots!”
They bicker back and forth for a few moments and you watch on with a smile, floating from the quick succession of shots. Thank god you weren’t tipsy before doing those.
You catch Hotch’s eyes across the table and widen your smile, almost involuntarily. He smiles back, and moves to come over to you.
Shit shit shit. The shots were fun, you feel slightly less anxious, but you can’t talk to him like this. You’ll say something ridiculous! Like how handsome he looks tonight, how sexy he looked taking those shots, how—
“How are you?” Hotch asks, whiskey glass in hand. He ordered a double and has been taking his time with it.
“Good,” you reply, blinking too quickly. He’s closer than you thought. Or maybe that’s just the alcohol. “How are you doing? You don’t normally come out for these things.”
He laughs a little. “Definitely not my usual Saturday night,” he says.
“Wait ‘til we start singing,” you blurt. “Then it really gets crazy.” You remember the one time Derek started essentially stripping onstage before Penelope drug him off. And the time Spencer sang “My Heart Will Go On” in the most screeching voice ever, just to make Derek lose his mind.
“I bet,” Hotch smiles. “Will you be singing?”
“Me?” you buffer, letting out a weak laugh. “Oh, I don’t— I mean, maybe, I’d need a song. I don’t have a go-to like everyone else.”
He shrugs. “I’m sure you’ll find something.” He takes a sip of his whiskey, smirking around the glass.
“You little shit!” you blurt. “You just want to see me look ridiculous!”
“Me? No, never.”
“Unbelievable,” you scoff playfully, picking up your wine glass. You’re this far gone, might as well go all in with everyone else. “Are you gonna sing?”
Ha! Gotcha! you think as his cheeks redden. “No,” he stammers, laughing. “I don’t sing.”
“Karaoke isn’t about being a good singer.”
“Yeah, but—”
“No buts,” you shake your head. “Pick a song, Hotchner. You’re singing.”
Emily eyes you two curiously and moves closer to JJ and Spencer. Conveniently, everyone has split into little groups, leaving you alone with Hotch. And you can’t help yourself.
It doesn’t help that he’s drinking just as much alcohol. His cheeks are beginning to have a permanent red tint. His smile is wider. He leans toward you when he talks. You’re a goner when he orders more whiskey for himself and another wine for you, knowing the exact kind you’re drinking despite not being here yet when you first ordered.
“Is this your first New Year’s Eve party?” you ask him, speaking over the current karaoke singer.
“First in a longgg time,” he says. “You?”
“First ever.”
“No. Really?”
“Really really.”
“Not even in college?”
“I wasn’t exactly popular enough in college to get invited out,” you laugh. “I bet you went to all of them.”
“No,” he shakes his head, but you know he’s fibbing. “Just some. I mean, my friends made me—”
“You so were popular in college!” you lean into him and shove his shoulder. “My god. Aaron Hotchner, the popular kid. Were you in a fraternity? Please say no. I don’t wanna know. No, right?”
He grins. “I wasn’t.”
You deflate from relief. “Thank god.”
“Have you picked a song yet?”
“Have you?”
“No, I’ve been busy,” he says with a shrug. “What’s your excuse?”
“I’ve also been busy.”
“With what?”
“I dunno. Ask the guy who’s been flirting with me for the past hour.”
He raises his eyebrows and you sober up for exactly one moment, scolding yourself. You did not just accuse your boss of flirting with you. Absolutely not. You’re a ridiculous mess of a fool.
Instead of telling you you’ve got it all wrong and apologizing for the mixed signals, Hotch only moves closer. “I’ll have a word with him, don’t worry.”
Oh god. You’re going to melt into the floor. He’s practically touching you and god you want him to.
As soon as the two of you have been staring into each other’s eyes for too long to be deemed friendly, the rest of the group reappears to discuss karaoke songs.
Somehow, you’re shoved onstage with Emily, JJ, and Penelope to sing “Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie!” by ABBA. You’re not even aware of what you’ve agreed to until the music starts, and the girls have mischievous grins on their faces.
You mainly focus on the girls to keep your nerves down while you sing, but soon you get the courage to look out into the audience. And Hotch is already looking at you.
As the chorus comes up, you decide to keep his gaze, hoping some switch will flip. It’s obvious both of you want a move to be made. Who will make it is still to be seen.
Once your song finishes, Derek drags Spencer onstage for one. You return to your spot by Hotch, right up against him, and he welcomes your presence, wrapping an arm loosely around your shoulders. If he wasn’t there for you to lean against, you would’ve melted into the floor.
“He’s really good,” you whisper, but you know it comes out louder than it should. You’re far too tipsy to whisper.
“Not as good as you were up there,” Aaron whispers back, leaning his head down so his lips are by your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine.
“Are you gonna get up there?”
He laughs, shaking his head, and he pulls you closer. “No, no I’m not.”
“Asshole,” you laugh, smacking his chest. “Well, I’m glad you came. Tonight. It’s been nice having you here.” You lean your head on his chest where you smacked him. His heart beats fast. “Why don’t you ever come out?”
You feel him shrug. “I didn’t know if I was welcome.”
You tilt your head upwards. “Really?” He nods. “Come on, Hotch, you’re always welcome.”
He looks down at you and smiles. He doesn’t say anything, but he pulls you closer, as if he can, leaving you to wrap your arms around his waist.
A few more songs are done before it’s five minutes to midnight, and the countdown is on the TV. Penelope finds her way into Morgan’s arms, of course, and the others are readying their shots.
“You know,” you start, glancing up at him. “I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”
Hotch chuckles, looking down at you. “Well, we’ll have to fix that.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” he nods, shifting to wrap his arms around you better, resting his hands on your hips. “If you want to.”
“Of course I want to,” you blurt, maybe a little too quickly. “Sorry, yes. Yes, I’d like to.”
“Don’t apologize,” he grins.
You rest your hands on his arms, taking him in. Thank god for the alcohol, otherwise you’d be too aware of the team standing not that far from you. You’ll both hear about this tomorrow, definitely, but right now you’re not worried about that.
The countdown draws closer, 30 seconds more. 30 seconds of staring at each other, wondering if this will actually happen.
And it does, because he’s been wanting to do this for months, but never had the right time -- or the courage. Or the hint that you felt the same way. You’re far better at composing yourself than he is. He has no idea how you haven’t seen him blushing and fumbling his words.
“Now or never,” you joke, as it gets down to 10 seconds. “If you want to.”
“Of course I do,” Aaron echoes you from earlier. “Come here.”
The clock strikes midnight and your hands fall into place on either side of Aaron’s face. You both sigh into the kiss, a long time coming, and perfect now that it’s here. Cheers for the new year erupt all around the two of you as you stay in each other’s embrace, stealing kiss after kiss, not wanting the moment to end.
Derek Morgan’s infamous whistle breaks through the noise, leaving you and Hotch in a mess of laughter.
“Took you long enough, boss man!” Morgan yells, despite Penelope playfully swatting at him to stop.
“I agree,” you tease, tilting your gaze back up at Aaron. “Took you long enough.”
He laughs, and steals another kiss through your grin.
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HEYYY I love your work! I saw your post about the different Maze types, and one that really struck out to me was one Glader in a Maze by themselves. Could I request a Minho x Fem!Reader where they’re the one who survived in their Maze by themselves and they’re kind of a well-known badass around the Safe Haven? And he thinks he just platonically admires her until one of his friends points out that it’s definitely a romantic interest. So he ends up talking to her about it, and they share a cute first kiss? Just tons of fluff please!! 🥰 Thank you so much! I appreciate the hard work you’ve been putting into these. They absolutely make my day <3
I'm happy that you guys like my prompts lol. This is my second story based on this idea, but this one isn't gonna be as long or as complicated.
SOLIDARITY
MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, Minho being oblivious to his own feelings, you're not a people person, Gladers teasing Minho.
In all honesty, Minho didn't really think there were that many interesting people around the Safe Haven.
Sure, it was fun casually flirting with some of the girls, talking to members of the Right Arm and learning about other people's Maze experiences. But, nothing really stuck out to him.
Him, Gally and Frypan did get a kick out of having actual girls to talk to. (Thomas has had enough of romantic complications for a while.) But unlike Frypan, who fell in love with every girl who looked in his direction, and Gally, who always spoke about wanting a very specific type of lady- Minho didn't actually care that much.
It wasn't like he'd never fantasised about it. I mean, most of the boys in the Glade used the chance of future romantic prospects as motivation to escape.
But no one had actually taken his interest.
Until he heard about you.
"I can't believe she did it on her own," Harriet says during a lunch break, taking sips from her drink. She sits with Sonya and Aris, with the Gladers sitting on a nearby table.
Bored of the boys' conversation, he ends up eavesdropping.
"We're still talking about (Y/N)?" Aris chuckles, rolling his eyes at Harriet's on-going admiration towards you.
"Dude, she survived a Maze on her own! How can I not talk about it?"
"It is pretty impressive," Sonya agrees.
"What?" Minho jumps in, not one to be scared of involving himself. "What do you mean this girl survived the Maze on her own?"
"What? You haven't heard?" Harriet looks puzzled, and Minho shakes his head.
"No? Should I have?"
"Probably," Harriet scoffs, "yanno how there was a bunch of different Mazes?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, for one of them, WCKD decided to just put one person in there. On her own, for three years- (Y/N) survived and escaped the Maze completely on her own."
Minho blinks.
Someone survived the Maze completely isolated?
"How the shuck is that even possible?" Minho asks, and Harriet shrugs.
"You should ask her yourself."
"Well, where is she?"
Harriet looks around. "Uhm, oh! There!" She points vaguely off out into the sand, where you're stood talking to Vince. "That's her; Vince keeps saying he has a lot to learn from her or some klank."
Minho simply hums in response, his gaze fixated on you. You're definitely attractive, but more than anything, he's impressed.
Instead of going to talk to you, however, he gets swept back into the conversation with his friends.
But, now Minho has his eye on you.
He starts to frequently ask Harriet, and some other people about you- mainly because he actually isn't sure how to casually start a conversation with you. Especially since Harriet unintentionally scared him off by telling him you're pretty standoffish
He started admiring you from a distance, watching you do some physical training with the Right Arm. You seem to be particularly skilled with knives and have a natural instinct and awareness of your surroundings.
He also starts talking to other people about you, learning more and gaining more knowledge about you, often eavesdropping on stories about you. Apparently, you're actually pretty well-known around Safe Haven, despite mainly keeping to yourself.
Honestly, he's beyond impressed by you- by what you've achieved, how you hold yourself, your level-headed nature and the level of casual power you somehow permanently have.
You are what he wanted to be whilst in the Glade. He was Keeper of the Runners, sure, but he always just felt slightly lost. Minho is a confident guy, he knew his skills and that he was more than capable of surviving.
But, he still had a certain level of anxiety, and getting trapped in that Maze at tight was the most terrifying experience of his life.
He looks up to you. You must've been so brave and bold. It takes a special type of person to deal with Grievers and the Maze- but dealing with that on your own? That's insane!
He's full of admiration for you, and he's never actually praised someone this much before, and you're just so-
"Dude, are you crushing on this girl?" Thomas asks between mouthfuls of food, having listened to Minho's new-found fixation on you for the past few weeks.
The table goes silent.
The Gladers have been discussing it in private- sending knowing glances, smirking and whispering amongst themselves. But, apparently, Thomas has gotten sick of it and decided to just straight-up ask him.
"What?" Minho blinks at him. "The shuck are you talkin' about?"
"Do you like her? (Y/N)?"
Minho scoffs. "You're shuckin' with me, right? I don't even know her."
"Yeah, but you don't shut your damn mouth about her," Gally joins in, having wanted to do this for a while now.
"Yeah, well, I just admire her- she did something impossible."
"Yeah, it's cool, dude," Thomas kind of cuts him off, "but we don't talk about her all the time, or try to find out more about her, so..."
"So?"
"So, you're kinda obsessed, dude," Frypan finally says.
"What? I am not."
"Okay, okay," Gally puts his hands out in front of him, leaning over the table, sighing. "Let's uh, let's talk about this, then." He pauses for a second. "Okay, you talk about this girl more than you do anything else- and you've never even spoken to her. Ever since learning about her, you've been ignoring every girl that approaches you and you spend half your time staring at her. It's definitely not normal, man."
Well, when you put it like that...
Minho sits there for a second, processing everything. "Shit." He mumbles. "Is this what it's like to... like someone?"
The boys don't say anything, looking at each other before turning to Thomas- the only man with an actual answer.
"I mean, kinda? I thought about Teresa a lot- but I don't think I was nearly as whipped as you are, dude."
"She did betray us." Gally points out.
"And we were always with her- and always nearly dying, so it's not like you got much time to think about it." Frypan adds.
"Guys, this doesn't help me," Minho groans.
"Look, the fact that you're acting like this probably means there's something else going on- but you should probably talk to her and figure out this klunk on your own." Thomas gives him some actual decent advice.
Though, the thought of actually talking to you is scary. Minho has stared death in the face and been tortured- but God forbid he have to talk to a hot girl his age.
Well, actually, he isn't given much choice.
"Minho! Get your ass over here!" Vince shouts him the next day as he's busy going about his job. He'd drunkenly bragged about how he was one of the strongest Gladers, and Vince took note. "Need to test your fighting skills!"
He seems like a good match for you.
Minho freezes, seeing you standing there, looking at him as Vince waves him over. He glances over at Gally and Frypan, who stand by the kitchen area, watching the whole thing.
With little choice, Minho walks over.
This'll be fine. He just admires you and the boys are over thinking things. If he talks to you, he'll realise he doesn't have a crush and he was right and things can go back to normal.
Right?
"Minho! This is (Y/N)," Vince gestures towards you, "(Y/N), this is Minho- he was the best of the best from his Maze, and I'm sure he'll make a good sparring partner."
"Uh, what? Sparring partner?" Minho splutters out.
"Yeah, most people don't wanna fight me 'cause they're scared- but all anyone around here tells me about you is that you're tough. And I need someone to fight to stay vigilant, so.." You say pretty matter-of-factly, clearly unfazed by his presence.
"...People have spoken to you about me?" The question catches you off-guard.
You'd vaguely heard Minho's name been throw around. From kneeing an armed guard into a wall and knocking him out to throwing a guy through a glass window, Minho has a reputation for having a short temper and a dangerous temperament.
So, why is he now this awkward mess in front of you who keeps glancing at his shoes?
You went into the Maze with some fighting knowledge, presumably trained beforehand, even if you can't remember it. You used to train with makeshift dummies and by stabbing Grievers, then when you got here, you had some wrestling matches with Right Arm members.
It's a good way to let the stamina you spent years building up.
"I guess...?" You're not the best with people, which is probably why you've never actually spoken to Minho before and have come across as very blunt. It's hard learning to act like a normal person so far in life, especially when you spent the only part of your life that you remember completely on your own. "Are you down to help me let off some steam and fight or what?"
He blinks.
That could've probably be phrased better.
Minho looks over at his friends, who give him a very awkward thumbs up.
He swallows, wanting to impress you, and also he doesn't know when he's going to actually talk to you again, so he nods.
"Sure," he grins, trying to push his normal cocky personality to the front as he grins, "I'll go easy on you."
You scoff, immediately taking a fighting stance. "It's your funeral."
"Wait, we're doing this now?" He looks at Vince, who shrugs.
"Yeah, why not?"
"Yeah, alright," he mumbles, copying your footing. He figured once he got out of the Maze, he wouldn't have to deal with weird situations anymore, but it looks like the universe has other plans.
Vince counts you in, and it quickly dawns on him that he doesn't know how to fight a girl- but it's not like it matters because you floor him. He barely has any time to react before you crash into him, rugby tackling him to the ground.
There's a series of "ooo" from the Gladers watching.
He groans, landing on his side and you chuckle, standing up as he cradles his ribs. "Weak." You scoff.
"I wasn't ready," Minho tried to excuse himself.
"I thought you were meant to be tough?"
"I am tough," he stands up, shaking his fists as he takes another stance. "You don't see any of these shanks messing with me?"
You smirk, and it sends butterflies through his entire body.
He's got some fire in him, after all- that's what you like to see.
"Do I look like every other 'shank' to you?" You don't even know what that means, but he said it so you do too.
This time, when you charge, he blocks you, and you end up having a pretty decent fight where he kicks your legs from under you. So, 1-1.
You both fight for another few rounds, which quickly become less competitive and more playful.
Minho isn't a real threat to you, so you have no reason to take it seriously.
"Okay," Vince says, "you kids are tiring me out just watching- and I should actually go do my job."
You scoff, stepping away before sitting down on the sand, legs crosses, taking a sip from a bottle. "Here," you pass it to him, and he accepts. "You're not half bad."
"Likewise," he smirks at you from between swigs. "So," he clears his throat before sitting next to you, his breathing slightly laboured, "you survived the Maze all on your own?"
"Why you asking?"
"Because..." He sighs, "because I was incharge or dealing with my Maze- mapping it, exploring, figuring out how it worked- and I had a whole team to do it. It's... impressive that you did it on your own."
"It was shit," you say bluntly. "I don't need to be told I'm cool for surviving. My options were get out alive or die trying. And I'm still here, so..."
For some reason, Minho hasn't really considered how difficult it would've been. Well, he did, but he focused on the fact you were able to do it, not the trauma or problems it would've left you with.
"Couldn't have been easy."
"It wasn't."
"Do you, uh, do you wanna get food? We can eat together? Share some Maze stories?"
You raise your eyebrow. Minho is cute, and he's kind of funny. Not to mention, it's probably about time you actually tried to make friends.
"Yeah, alright."
So, you and Minho start spending some time together. You get properly introduced to the Gladers, and all spending more time with you does is confirm to Minho that he actually does like you.
You have a lot in common, your competitive spirit driving both of you along with eye-rolling at other people.
And, he's like the only person you like, or have ever liked. Which is a lot of pressure.
Though, it's getting a bit much.
Minho is practically bursting with his feelings for you, and he needs to say something. So, (with an adequate amount of peer pressure) Minho decides to do that.
You lay in your hammock, reading a random book you managed to steal from the supplies the Right Arm brought to the Safe Haven.
"Yo," Minho says, trying to play off being casual as much as possible.
"Yo," you respond, scooching over and pushing the fabric down so he can join you in the hammock- you don't really know when you started doing this, but now it's kind of a normal thing. "You good?"
"Yep," he says, throwing his leg into the hammock and shimmying in next to you, though he does seem pretty awkward. Laying your book across your chest, you nudge him.
"You seem... tense? Everything okay?"
"Mhm, yeah, I'm just... Long day, yanno?" You furrow your brows, he's being weird. But, you're still not great at people, so you decide to just pick up your book again.
Minho is normally much more relaxed than this as he stares up at the fabric roof, fiddling with his fingers. You focus as the words in front of you, but that's kind of hard when you have an anxious boy squashed next to you.
"Okay," you slam the book shut, "what the hell is going on with you? You're stressing me out-"
"I like you."
You look at him, laying in your back with your chin touching your shoulder. "Come again?"
"I, uh, I like you?" Now he sounds uncertain, and you are confused.
"I like you, too? That's why you're like the only person I talk to?"
"No, uh, no," he sits up a bit, pushing himself back so he can get more comfy. "I like you, like, more than a friend." He sighs. "I uh, i started looking up to you, at least that's what I thought it was. And the other Gladers thought I had a crush on you, and I thought they were wrong- and then I spoke to you, and we started training, and they- they were right."
He huffs, looking at you before his hands come to his face, hiding.
That's when it kind of clicks. You don't mind some people, but you always prefer Minho. You like talking to Harriet and Vince, but you'd rather be with Minho.
You've been mistaking your possible friendships with people as neuatrality and being civil. And been mistaking the strong feelings you have for Minho as finally having a friend.
Which clearly isn't the case as him confessing has you blushing and your heart jumping out of your chest.
Being isolated for the majority of your teen years has definitely made this complicated.
"I don't know," he mumbles, "sorry, I just had to say something." His hands flop to his sides as he unintentionally slips further down, ending up in an awkward half-sitting, half-lying position as you're still pressed together.
There's a few moments of silence as you process.
Minho seems frozen. But you're not.
Turning so you're on your side.
"Look, I'm sorry-"
"Shut up, Minho," you kiss him, your hand coming round to the other side of his face, hovering over him at a bit of an awkward angle.
You break away, your eyes meeting for a second. He smiles at you, it's soft and content. His hand comes to your waist, loosely hanging as he kisses you again.
You break for a second time.
This time, you flop back down, snuggling next to him.
"You got it all out of your system?" You ask him.
"Yeah," he grins, slipping his arm under the back of your head and pulling you closer. "Think so."
"Good- now, shut up and let me read."
I don't even know if this one makes any sense, I'm becoming delirious.
I hope it does.
Hopefully you kinda enjoyed :))
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Day 1 of our second-ever Sloane Washington Appreciation Week begins TOMORROW!!
Tomorrow also happens to be (in most years) the International Day for Women and Girls in STEM, and what better way to celebrate this day, than to celebrate one of Choices' most illustrious scientists, Sloane Washington!! She's an inspiration in so many ways. Struggles with social anxiety, loves coding and astronomy, writes bomb science fiction!
She is also an inspiration to women and girls outside of her scientific pursuits. She's brave, smart, and more resilient than she thinks! Both her mother and her are amazing - and each of Sloane's relationships with the women in the group particularly - whether it's Nadia, Alana or f!Hayden - are rich with humour, affection and solidarity!! Which is why our second theme for today is Girl Power!!
Today, we celebrate Sloane as the girl who looked up to so many scientists, and the woman who will become the scientist so many girls will look up to! 🥰
Any and all creative works are welcome!! Fanfic, fanart, meta, edits, moodboards, playlists, headcanons, interactive media...even screenshots of your favourite scenes!! Our only requirement is that the pieces should be Sloane-centric and show a positive depiction of her!
We also welcome WIPs - we know that it can be difficult to complete pieces in a week, so if you've finished even a portion of the work and would like to present just that for now, do send it across and we'd be happy to include it!! We also keep the event open for entries the year around, though we do keep a deadline so we can make the appreciation video on time ❤️
A friendly reminder that these are merely themes for you to use. It isn't completely necessary for your content for a particular day to be posted on that day only. You can post something you intended for Day 2 when Day 5 is on, as long as you tag the post for the day you meant it for.
Be sure to keep these points in mind when you make your posts:
1. Use #sloanewashingtonappreciationweek and #SWAW in your tags, along with the day you want to send the content for (SWAW Day 1, SWAW Day 2, etc)
2. Tag @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek, as well as hosts @sazanes and @lizzybeth1986 in your posts, so we don't miss any entries!
Fan content blogs have been a great resource in terms of showcasing fan content, so we'd definitely like to explore some of them and see if you'd like to send your content to any of them. A number of them are also running some amazing Valentine's Day events, which I urge you to take a look at:
@choicesficwriterscreations - Both fic and art welcome! Check out their rules and weekly roster here!
@choicesmonthlychallenge and @choicesfebruary2024 - All types of creative stuff welcome. This month, they're doing an awesome event with the Seven Types of Love in Greek mythology as prompts!
@choicespride - All content related to LGBTQ+ characters and/or themes welcome! Check out their awesome Valentine's Day event here!
@choicesflashfics - Fics under 2500 words welcome! This week's prompt list ends today, but we'll post the next week's once it's out!!
@choicesholidays - Both fic and art welcome!! Check out their Valentine's Day event!!
@choicesprompts - Mostly fic-centric!! Currently they're running a round robin, for which the deadline to enter is Feb 15th!
Can't wait to see what's in store for our Sloane this year!!
Happy Sloane Washington Appreciation Week, everyone!!
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Cardan Greebriar x reader.
she is not particularly human, but rather has a slight faerie descent.
Her first friend was Locke, and from a young age she was romantically involved with Cardan starting as an innocent love until they were both about 17. And then there's the Locke/Nicasia conflict, where she sides with Locke because, well, she trusts him, and Cardan in Nicasia.
Since that event, Cardan starts to tease and annoy her with a lovers-enemies-lovers theme.
Yeah!! My first Cardan request 🥰 sorry this took a while. I changed it up a bit for the fic, hope you enjoy 😊
Possession
Pairings: Cardan Greenbrier x f!reader
Warnings: Smut 18 +, unprotected sex (not explicit), kind of enemies to lovers, Cardan using his tail, jealousy, slight bullying/taunting of Jude, smidge of angst, fluff.
A/N: I saw a post from @deepdive-with-aurelius about Cardan using his tail to wrap around your leg when he’s jealous and I ran with it 🥰 also my requests are closed but I’m willing to take some for Cardan 😉
Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰
You hated these things. His parties. The ones he’s famous for. The room is always filled with loud music and debauchery and even though you were half Fae, you would much rather be doing something else. Anything else, but Locke always insists you come. Locke, your best friend is currently busy with Taryn.
You’ve become rather suspicious of the amount of time he spends with her but you don’t question it. He’s one of your closest friends and he’s had your back on many occasions, so you don’t pry. You choose instead to sit with Jude, one of the few people you consider a friend. When she first came to elfhame, you both bonded immediately - she was human and you a half breed, at least that’s what Cardan calls you.
“I’m surprised to see you here, Jude. I thought you were skipping tonight’s festivities?” She turns to you with a scowl on her face, “Madoc insisted. We need to show our solidarity with the Greenbrier line. Or something along those lines. I rarely pay attention. Trust me, I’d much rather be at home with Vivi.” You can’t help the way your lips twitch at the corner at her attitude.
“We’re not all that bad,” you say, nudging her shoulder a little. “You, Y/N are more human than Fae despite your pointed ears.” You both laugh. “I’ll take that as a compliment then.”
A quietness falls over you both and you take the moment to let your eyes flicker through the crowd. A tingle works its way up your spine and you know his eyes are on you. You try not to look at him but it’s impossible - because no matter how much you hate him, you love him just as much.
Your eyes meet and his steely gaze is unwavering as he takes you in. Nicasia is draped over his lap laughing and you can’t help but roll your eyes - something you know he saw with the way the corner of his mouth curves into a smile. You stand abruptly and pull Jude by the arm.
“Come on, let's dance.” She groans loudly but doesn’t put up a fight as she lets you drag her into the crowd. You both dance wildly to the rhythm and soon enough, you get lost in the music.
***
Your eyes are closed and a slight breeze dances over your flushed skin as you sway to the music. Something tickles your leg and startles you, halting you in your tracks. Suddenly you’re being pulled by the leg and you crash into something solid and warm.
Your eyes are wide and your heart beats frantically within your chest as you meet his gaze again. His arms wrap around you, steadying you while his tail - which had wound its way around your leg - slid up under your dress. “Cardan.” You gasp. “What are you doing?”
A sly smile spreads across his handsome face and his eyes search yours - for what you're not sure but right now, you couldn’t care less. His tail has stopped and is wrapped around your thigh and the feel of it sends a shiver through you.
“What? You don’t like the feeling of me wrapped around you, half-breed.” You scowl at his pet name for you as anger begins to bubble under your skin. “You know I don’t like when you call me that.”
“I’ll call you whatever I want. I’m the Prince.” His face lowers slightly, his lips almost grazing your ear, “I'm your Prince.”
Stop! Leave her alone. A commotion breaks you out of the moment and you turn to find Nacasia pulling Jude’s braid from her hair. You’ll never be one of us, so stop trying. You try to pull away but Cardan's hold on you only tightens.
Jude begins to fight back but a crowd has gathered now and Valerian and Poesy are taunting her. You need to help your friend. You try pulling away from him again but he won’t let you go. His gaze is focused solely on you as you turn to face him.
“Please, Cardan. I have to help her.” Your hand comes to rest on his chest as you plead with him and his eyes flicker to the movement. You can see something shift behind his eyes and then his eyes meet yours again. You don’t know why you're bothering, he isn’t the same Cardan you grew up with or fell in love with all those years ago. He’s cruel now.
“Enough!” He shouts out, his gaze never leaving your face and the taunting and shouting quiets down. “Oh come on Cardan, I was only having a little fun.”
He turns to Nicasia now, his eyes glowering at her. “I said enough. Leave the mortal alone.” Nicasia lets go of Jude’s hair and she stands quickly, her knuckles meeting her jaw. “Don’t ever touch me again.”
Jude fixes herself before running off through the crowd. The music begins to play again and Valerian helps Nicasia take a seat - her face contorted into a scowl and her gaze fixed on you. The warmth from Cardan's hand seeps into your skin and you feel yourself being pulled closer. His body is flush with yours and you finally look back up at him.
“Thank you.” His tail begins to move again; slowly inching higher until it…oh. “Cardan what…” His lips twitch as he leans in and you think he’s about to kiss you - do I want him to kiss me - but he turns and whispers into your ear. “Run along now half breed, better check on your mortal pet.”
He laughs. A cruel laugh as he pulls his tail away and marches over to his friends. He’s never going to change. Your eyes scan the crowd for Locke and you quickly find him, face molded to Taryn. Of course. I need to check on Jude.
***
The week that follows is somewhat uneventful and it seems that Cardan has had words with Nicasia because she hasn’t said boo to Jude since the party.
Jude’s been focusing on her training which means that with Locke now otherwise occupied, you spend most of your evenings in your own company. Or with Vivi - when she isn’t sneaking off to the human world. Tonight is one of those nights and she has suggested a swim in the lake.
You love the lake. The water is cool on your skin but not too cold and the way the stars and moon reflect off the water makes it feel magical. Which it is you suppose, given where you are.
“I heard about the party last week. Jude said you got Cardan to stop Nicasia. Thank you. She’s very entitled, that one, just because her mother rules the sea.”
“Yeah, she’s something alright. Cardan seems entranced by her..” Vivi snorts and you turn to her, a smile on your face. “What’s with the snort?”
“He’s not entranced by her, honestly I don’t think he’s ever been if you ask me. You on the other hand..” You roll your eyes as you begin to strip out of your clothes. Slowly moving into the water, you completely submerge yourself before coming up beside Vivi.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m right, you know. Our prince of elfhame is besotted by you. Do you think he would have stopped them torturing Jude for just anybody? No, he wouldn’t.”
You’re unconvinced but don’t want to argue with her so you just swim. Time passes and you continue to swim when you feel something on your leg. You twist your head trying to spot Vivi, “oh so we’re doing that now are we,” you shout out with a laugh.
“Doing what?” You freeze. Whatever is touching you, sliding up your leg - is not Vivi, and you scream out until a hand covers your mouth. “I don’t think I’m that scary,” his voice whispers into your ear. His breath is hot on your skin and you can feel him behind you.
The hand he has resting on your hip slides across your waist pulling you into him. His head rests in the crook of your neck. “Hey, I heard you scream are you…oh, it’s you. Why am I not surprised? Right, well I’ll leave you two to it.” Her eyes flicker to Cardan and a small smile creeps onto her face as she turns and swims off.
“Alone at last,” he purrs into your neck before turning you in his arms and pinning you against the rocks. Your heart beats hard against your chest and you’re afraid he’ll feel it with how close he is. You don’t want him to know how much he’s affecting you.
His tail swirls about until it begins moving up your bare leg, winding its way up like a vine. He looks at you, his eyes hooded and a smirk on his face. Why does he have to be so handsome? His hair is damp and water droplets run down his cheek.
“Cardan, what are you doing? I thought you didn’t want…” His finger rests on your lip, silencing you. “You are ruining the mood, half-breed.” You growl as you place your hand on his chest and push him off.
“Oh, what’s wrong? You don’t like me calling you that?” You try to swim away but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. “You know I hate it when you call me that. Why don’t you run back to Nicasia? Maybe she can…” His lips crash onto yours and although you hate him at this moment you can’t help but melt into his touch.
His arms, along with his tail wrap around your waist as he moves you against the rocks again. Your hands find purchase in his disheveled hair and he groans into your mouth. His hands skim along your waist down towards your ass and he squeezes your cheek tight before moving your leg over his hip, lining himself up and sliding in.
You gasp out at the slight stretch and he swallows your moans with his mouth. It’s slow and sensual and with each thrust of his hips, he hits that sweet spot over and over again until you cry out into the night. You're both panting as you calm down from your highs and he holds your cheek gently in his palm.
“Kiss me Y/N, kiss me until I’m sick of it.” You do and you don’t care that your relationship isn’t what it used to be or that he chose to side with Nicasia; all you care about is the feel of him right here, right now.
***
The following evening you sit on the grass with Jude as you listen to Noggle prattle on with his lesson; your mind swirling with the memories of the night before and how Cardan touched you and made you…
“Earth to Y/N,” Jude says, waving her hand in your face. “Hmm, sorry what did you say.” She shakes her head, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile. “Never mind.”
Locke had decided to sit with Cardan and his minions today, which was fine, he was still friends with them. You are too, sort of. You just can’t stand Nicasia, or more importantly, you don’t like how she’s always fawning over Cardan.
Speaking of the prince of elfhame, he has completely ignored you since last night and you can’t deny that it hurts. Did he just use me? “Hi Y/N, Jude, can I sit with you?” You turn to see Ghost standing tall beside you, his frame intimidating as he blocks out the evening sun.
“Yeah sure.” He takes a seat beside you and he glances at Jude before he smiles at you. “Shouldn’t you be off doing something important,” Jude says with a hint of irritation in her voice. “Perhaps but I would much rather be here staring at this beautiful creature.” Ghost winks at you and you can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks.
He continues to flirt with you and he makes you laugh, something which doesn’t go unnoticed by Cardan who is glowering at him. When the lesson is over you go to stand, Ghosts hand wrapping around you pulling you up. “Oh thank you.”
“No problem. Jude, we need to continue training today…” You feel his presence before you see him. The atmosphere changes and Ghost looks to your left, “Cardan.”
“It’s Prince Cardan to you,” he says as he wraps an arm around you pulling you into his side. Ghost's eyes flicker to where you are both joined and a hint of smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. “I was just about to ask Y/N if she would like to join me for dinner,” he says, eyes focused on Cardan.
“Oh…I…” You can feel Cardan's fingers dig into your side and his tail curls around your leg, holding you impossibly closer. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, I wasn’t asking you.” Ghost turns then - a hint of mischief in his eyes - to face you before winking. “Y/N will be having dinner with me, considering she’s mine and all.” Your eyebrow raises at this as you turn towards Cardan with a question behind your eyes.
“Fair enough. She’s all yours. Jude, I’ll see you later.” A growl forces its way out of Cardan's throat as he turns to you. “What was that about? You’ve been ignoring me all day and then last night you…I’m not in the mood for this.” You shove him off and storm away needing to clear your head.
You find yourself back at the lake and you sit on the edge letting out a breath you don’t know you were holding. “How dare you run away from me half breed. You know what I do to those who disobey me.”
Standing abruptly you turn to him, anger flowing off you in waves. “Do it then. Since you hate me so much.” You are right in front of him now, and you can see his nostrils flaring. He moves forward until he is right on top of you. “I do hate you. I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting and I can’t stop.”
“What? That makes no sense you…” His lips are on yours and his arm snakes around your waist, holding you tight. Pulling away his thumb caresses your cheek as he stares into your eyes. “You consume my every waking thought. Everywhere I go, I see you, I hear you. The smell of your skin lingers on me and it drives me insane. You said that I chose Nicasia. I didn’t. You chose Locke and I was jealous so I flaunted her in front of you.”
“I didn’t choose…” He growls and you bite into your lower lip. “Enough. I’m done playing these games. You’re mine and I’m yours and I will kill any man or Fae who touches you.”
“Here I was thinking you had become cruel.” He laughs, “oh I am, make no mistake but I will never be cruel to you.”
“I love you Cardan.” He leans in and kisses you softly. “And I, you.”
Everything: @amneris21 @nembees @allthe-ships
Tagging some peeps who requested fics for FOTA: @multifandomconfusion @lama-0511
#cardan x reader#cardan greenbriar#Cardan greenbrier x reader#prince cardan#the cruel prince#the folk of the air#cardans tail
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IT'S WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY! 🥰
Today I'd just like to recognize the absolutely awesome ADHD/Autism solidarity between Sonic and Tails. They are my favorite ADHD/Autism duo EVER and they are just so sweet and supportive of each other and such perfect brothers.
I specifically wanted to point out how they are aware of each other's Special Interests and find ways to support each other
Example 1: Sonic realizing Tails is about to go into full-blown Special Interest Chaos Mode over finding an entire robot society (Scrapnik Island comic miniseries)
Just look at that endeared big bro grin ☺️
Example 2: Tails using his special interest (science and technology) to support Sonic's special interest (Gotta Go Fast). (Sonic Boom episode "Alone Again, Unnaturally")
Giant slingshot? Sounds safe
Rocket rollerskates (always wanted a pair of those!)
Moving sidewalk
The Ultrasonic Speed Amplifier!
Also may I point out the hyperfocusing here. I'm willing to bet none of them have taken a break except the time it takes to get Sonic bandaged up after each failed attempt 🤣
I'm sure there's tons of other examples but these are the first ones that came to my head. Anyway I love these bros and they are such great representation and have the best dynamic 🥰🥰🥰🥰
#Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday#wstw#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#idw sonic#sonic and tails#tails#miles tails prower#ADHD#adhd sonic headcanon#autistic tails headcanon#autism/adhd#autism/adhd duo#these bros are the best
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People advocating for us out of solidarity really makes me feel so safe here, this is what I love about Tumblr! (the "I'm feeling loved" emoji)🥰
Of course there still is hate sometimes, this is Tumblr, that's inescapable.
But we really have a space here where penguins can find other penguins and where wild geese explain to other wild geese that "not being able to fly" doesn't make you a penguin:
It's difficult to advocate for ourselves online if most of us aren't on any social media, because this makes us a minority everywhere. Every poll is skewed because the majority of us couldn't participate because we're not on social media. Every discussion and debate is skewed because the majority of us didn't participate - because we're not on social media.
So it's really amazing that there are people who advocate for us out of solidarity, fully knowing that even mentioning us could cause a shit storm.
You rock!
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[Riconti] Holiday spirit
Happy holidays riconti fandom! Please accept this gift of festive fluff 🥰
Rated G | 3.2k words | ao3 link
Felix still feels strange being back in his hometown.
The Coburg market square is bustling with life at the annual Christmas market. Felix was never an avid visitor before, but this time the nostalgia is kicking in full force: the smell of street food and mulled wine, the glow of string lights and the big Christmas tree, and even the obnoxious holiday jingles make his chest ache with familiarity. It’s almost like he never left Coburg in the first place.
Except for the fact that one Ace Visconti is here with him.
Ace has a mug of Glühwein in his hands and is blowing on the hot beverage, his eyes eagerly drinking in the busy market. It’s a couple degrees below zero and a gentle snow is falling, but despite Felix’s best efforts to the contrary Ace is thoroughly underdressed for the weather. He has neither gloves nor anything to cover his head, and his windbreaker jacket and pants might protect him from the nonexistent wind but not the late-December temperature.
But even if Ace must be freezing, he hasn’t complained once.
…Unlike Felix, who complained first about the long line to the sausage kiosk, then about the awful apple punch they made the mistake of trying, and then about a family of stupid tourists blocking the street. But that’s neither here nor there.
Ace’s nose and ears are already red and Felix should probably be annoyed at him for not dressing properly, but instead he finds it oddly endearing. He doesn’t know how long it will take Ace to get used to German winters after decades of sun on the west coast of the USA, but today is clearly not that day.
A group of teenagers pass them on the street and briefly pause to stare at Ace—who’s currently browsing a selection of wooden crafts—and a few of them giggle and continue on their way. Felix really can’t blame them: the bright, clashing colors of Ace’s outfit stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of muted winterwear in grayscale and neutral colors. Looking at the neon pink and green for too long would probably give Felix a migraine; but then again, he only has his past self to blame for deciding to flirt with a man who combined a leopard print shirt with purple sequin pants.
Felix smiles to himself. If awful fashion sense was a dealbreaker for him, their relationship would probably have lasted less than twenty-four hours total.
“What’re you grinning at?” Ace asks, having caught him staring.
“You,” Felix says bluntly. “And your outfit that is horrendously unfit for this weather.”
Ace scoffs. “It’s not that cold.”
Felix simply smiles. “Come on,” he urges, “We should try the crepes next.”
Ace obediently falls into step beside him. Felix’s hand twitches in a familiar urge to touch—born out of countless times of patching up injuries, pulling each other up on their feet, and sitting by the fire leaning against Ace in quiet solidarity—but there are too many people here and too many eyes on them.
Of course, it doesn't help that Ace is wearing the equivalent of a big flashing sign saying “Look at me!”
“You know, I wasn’t too sure about this market when you first told me about it,” Ace says while they walk. “But it’s actually really cozy with the snow and lights and all. And any event that boils down to drinking wine and eating good food? I’m sold.”
“I’m glad,” Felix says. “It was never my favorite, but I wanted to show you. And even I missed it, after…”
He trails off, and something in Ace's eyes softens.
"I love it. And I'm glad you wanted to take me here," Ace says. And then, because getting him to be earnest for more than five seconds is like pulling teeth, he grins and adds, "Even if I'm pretty sure all these 'handmade Bavarian' souvenirs came straight out of a Bangladesh sweatshop."
Felix grimaces. He always hated how the tourist crap seemed to overtake more and more of the event each year.
That being said, he still stopped to buy a terribly overpriced and absolutely hideous knit hat while Ace was busy refilling their Glühwein mugs at another stall. It will make a nice Christmas present to match his questionable excuse for a winter jacket.
“So how exactly are crepes German or festive?” Ace prods.
“Because the French can't take credit for mixing milk with flour and throwing it on a pan,” Felix huffs. “It's bad enough they got to name them. Pretentious little shits.”
Ace smirks. “I’m telling Élodie you said that.”
“Trust me, she has much worse opinions about Germans.”
“Ah, sweet neighborly rivalry,” Ace sighs. “I can't wait to meet the Lyras again so they can try—and fail—to argue that Brazil is better than Argentina.”
He looks at Felix expectantly, clearly waiting for him to agree.
“I wouldn’t know,” Felix says. “I’ve never been.”
“Maybe you should do something about that, then,” Ace says. His voice is playful and his smile casual, but he’s still looking at Felix a little too intently for it to be a joke.
“You just have to tell me when and I'll be there,” Felix says and fully means it.
“Yeah, right,” Ace snorts. ���I bet Lauren would love for you to go touristing in the middle of a big project.”
“You’re vastly overestimating my importance in the company,” Felix says. “Lauren survived five years without me. I don't think a week will even make a dent in her schedule.”
Ace regards him silently: he knows that Felix took on much less responsibility upon returning to work—“Richter & Golder” was practically just “Golder” these days, and Felix was grateful Lauren even wanted him back on the team at all—but Felix suspects it’s another thing to see it in practice.
“You'd really come to Argentina?” Ace finally asks.
“Of course,” Felix says. “But only if you want me to.”
Ace beams up at him, then throws his head back and groans dramatically. “Oh, god, my sisters will eat you alive. Please don't learn any Spanish before the trip. Or Italian. You know what, just wear noise canceling headphones whenever they’re around. Actually—”
Felix watches Ace ramble with a smile. He’s leaving for Buenos Aires in just a few days to spend the holidays with his sisters and their families, having reunited with them after their escape from the Entity. For as much as Ace sang the praises of Las Vegas and America for the last few years, he doesn't seem to care much about going back to the USA compared to Argentina and Germany.
“—though, full disclosure, if you don't like Dulce de Leche I'm breaking up with you,” Ace says.
Felix chuckles. “I suspect I won’t, but I’ll be sure to lie for your benefit.”
“That’s all I ask,” Ace says with a grin.
They’re finally coming up to the crepe kiosk and Ace turns to look at the menu. It’s a little strange to imagine not being with him for Christmas, seeing as they’ve—admittedly not by choice—spent every holiday together for the last few years. Even if said holidays mostly consisted of Dwight in an elf costume distributing firecrackers and styptic agents around the campfire.
But Felix knows they both have more important places to be. Ace hasn’t spent quality time with his family in decades, and Felix's number one priority for the foreseeable future will spending every moment he possibly can with his own new family:
His five-year-old daughter, Klara.
Felix's ex-girlfriend has invited him over for Christmas eve to have dinner and open presents together. It will most likely be indescribably awkward—especially with both his ex’s parents and her new husband there—but they’re all doing it for Klara, who seemed very excited about the idea.
Or possibly just about the extra presents.
Regardless, Felix immensely respects his ex for not only managing to build a stable home for their daughter when he disappeared, but for being honest with said daughter from the start. Even when she was furious with Felix for seemingly abandoning them, for five years she told Klara stories about her other father building houses and showed her pictures of him. And when Felix finally showed back up and tried to pick up the pieces of his broken life, he got to meet his daughter for the first time and she immediately recognized him.
Felix clears his throat before washing down the sudden lump in his throat with some Glühwein. He’s not sure what he's done to deserve so many incredible people in his life—the survivors, Lauren, his ex, Klara, Ace—but he’s determined to be a man they can all be proud of.
“Che.” Ace nudges Felix's side, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Hm?”
“Is the crepe guy okay?” Ace whispers, leaning closer to Felix while staring at the shopkeeper frying a batch of crepes. “He just chucked three whole chocolate bars on a crepe and wrapped it up like it was normal.”
Felix snorts, his somber mood instantly elevated. “It's a Kinder bar too. That has to be some kind of crime against gastronomy.”
“I know.” Ace only pauses for a beat before asking, “Should we get one of those?”
Felix doesn’t even hesitate. “Of course.”
Ace shoots him a lopsided smirk. “You really do have a soft spot for tacky things,” he says, then turns to place their order.
Felix bites his lip to suppress a thoroughly dorky smile. Just five years ago, he would have scoffed at the mere sight of children’s street food and retro windbreakers, all to preserve the image of a man nobody even liked. And even if the motto of “be yourself” first seemed like an impossible task after half a lifetime of hiding everything genuine about himself, it’s been slowly but surely resurfacing—through trials, friendships, and having someone by his side who never judges.
Felix doesn't have to filter himself with Ace. Even his worst foot-in-mouth moments only earn teasing remarks in response and more often than not end in both of them laughing. Ace doesn’t take offense to Felix's bluntness and he more than pulls his weight in the playful bickering that has become one of Felix's favorite pastimes.
And Felix knows the feeling goes both ways: all their years together have chipped away at Ace’s compulsive lying just like it has for Felix's play-act. Ace has never had to avoid talking about his past of crimes and addiction and betraying people for money, because Felix doesn't judge him by who he was before, but rather by who he is today.
Just a few days ago, a seemingly harmless question about whether Felix could chip in for Ace’s plane tickets derailed into a serious conversation, with Ace sitting Felix down and making him swear to never give him a significant sum of money or gift him anything valuable that could be returned. There was always a part of Ace that would crave the thrill of gambling and the risk of relapsing increased significantly if he had easy money lying around—no matter if he knew said money was meant for rent, bills, or a plane ticket.
Felix was silent for a long time after that revelation. Ace tried to joke it off and desperately switch the subject, but after Felix quietly stood and pulled him into his arms, Ace just slumped against him and exhaled a long and shaky breath. Neither of them had to use words, because the meaning was clear:
Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for understanding me. Thank you for being here.
“Biological weapon acquired!” Ace strolls up to Felix with a grin, holding a cardboard plate with a crepe and two forks sticking out of it.
Felix probably shouldn't be making heart eyes at a man in full neon carrying a glorified candy pancake, but he does.
Ace steers them to an unoccupied table and hands Felix his fork. They proceed to eat a few bites in expectant silence.
“It’s good,” Ace says, clearly surprised. “Why is it good!?”
“It’s way too sweet,” Felix complains. He still keeps eating the crepe.
“Let’s just agree that after three mugs of wine we’re too drunk to know better,” Ace says.
“Speak for yourself, you lightweight.”
“Well excuse me for not being six-foot-two and born with German beer in my veins!”
Felix snorts and proceeds to almost choke on his bite, then bows his head to wheeze quietly instead.
“That’s it, no more Kinder for you,” Ace says, holding the plate protectively against himself. “I should have known that shit is like crack to Germans. No wonder it’s banned in the States.”
Felix wheezes harder and has to lean against the table for support, his shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter. He dimly registers someone muttering, “What the fuck is wrong with that guy?” in German, but he really can’t bring himself to care.
When Felix has somewhat collected himself and looks up, Ace is smiling smugly at him around a forkful of crepe.
“Drink?” Ace asks, pushing his mug closer to Felix’s empty one over the table.
Felix nods and accepts the item, and in quiet understanding they turn to stand side by side and look over the market while Ace polishes off the crepe and Felix finishes his drink.
He enjoys these moments of silence between them just as much as the usual back-and-forth or long conversations at the campfire. Felix knows that they still have a lot to figure out when it comes to adjusting back to a normal life, with the logistics and long distance and Felix's daughter. But instead of the existential dread that’s plagued Felix for most of his life, these days he only feels a deep calm when thinking about the future.
Things have been so much easier when there’s a constant in his life, something that’s not dependent on Felix's career or family name. And every time Felix wakes from a nightmare or starts second-guessing himself on whether all that horrible shit really happened, he just has to listen to Ace snoring next to him or touch one of the numerous lucky charms he insists on showering Felix with.
Ace is tangible proof that Felix went through hell and came out stronger for it. He’s been Felix's anchor for years and even when he’s across the world, Felix still feels just as grounded as he does with Ace right by his side.
Ace glances at Felix and catches him looking—Felix has been watching him for quite some time instead of observing the market—and he quirks an eyebrow as he tosses the empty plate in a nearby bin.
“You’re staring again,” Ace says. “Are you gonna keep nagging about my jacket?”
In response, Felix simply leans closer, then hesitates and searches Ace's eyes. Understanding dawns on Ace’s features before his mouth splits into a bright smile, and then he’s grabbing Felix by the lapels of his jacket and pulling him down for a kiss.
Ace’s nose is cold where it bumps into Felix’s cheek but his lips are warm, stained with chocolate and mulled wine and soft against Felix’s. Felix cups Ace’s head and sinks into the gentle press of their mouths, simply enjoying the closeness.
Felix doesn't care if people are watching. He doesn’t care if someone sees him with a man or thinks they’re being inappropriate. He doesn’t care that they still have many challenges to face. For the first time ever, Felix knows exactly what he wants to do with his life and he’s going to do everything in his power to get it.
Starting with kissing the man he loves in the most crowded place in all of Coburg, apparently.
Ace is trembling when they pull apart. Felix could flatter himself by thinking his kissing prowess was enough to make him weak in the knees, but the truth is that the weather must finally be catching up to Ace.
And he still won't admit it, the stubborn idiot.
“You know,” Felix starts, brushing his thumb over the stubble on Ace’s cheek. “There’s a pub I like just down the street. Why don’t we go and warm up for a little while?”
“Oh, thank god,” Ace groans and thumps his forehead against Felix’s shoulder. “I’m fucking freezing and this supposedly famous wine really isn’t all that great.”
“You could have told me you were cold.”
Ace pulls back enough to give him a defiant stare. “And listen to your ‘For the love of god, Ace, I told you five times to bring a scarf’ all the way home? Not a chance.”
“I would never,” Felix says. Ace huffs a disbelieving snort, and Felix can’t suppress his smile as he continues, “Because I told you at least ten times and also asked you to bring gloves, and a thicker jacket, and—”
“Okay, okay!” Ace exclaims. “Christ, the word Besserwisser was probably coined just for you, wasn’t it?”
Felix chuckles and reaches into his pocket for the knit cap he bought earlier. He was planning to wrap it and gift it properly another day, but practicality usually trumps sentimentality where Felix is concerned.
“Here,” Felix says, holding out the item. “Merry Christmas.”
Ace stares at the hat while most likely silently judging both its cliché reindeer pattern and questionable orange-brown color scheme.
“It’s traditional Bangladeshi reindeer,” Felix deadpans.
“Thank you,” Ace finally says slowly, then puts on the hat. “How do I look?”
Felix tries not to laugh as he takes in the sight. The cap somehow looks even worse when it’s worn because of the pattern stretching and distorting. The price tag also still dangles loosely from the too-big pompom on top, and the muted orange and brown somehow makes the neon of Ace’s jacket pop out even more obnoxiously.
“Fucking hideous,” Felix concludes.
Ace barks out a laugh and Felix chuckles too. Despite Felix’s harsh words, they’re both leaning into each other, Ace’s arms wrapping around Felix’s waist and Felix gently tucking a few errant strands of gray hair into the cap.
“Good,” Ace says, then looks up to meet Felix’s eyes with an overly exaggerated pout. “Now hold me, I’m cold.”
Felix smiles and slings an arm over Ace’s shoulders to pull him even closer. “Come on. It's not far.”
Ace lets himself be led to a quiet pub around the street corner, insisting on paying for their drinks while apologizing for not having anything to gift Felix in return. Felix maybe gets a little sappy and confesses that just having him here is the best gift of all, and in response Ace tugs him into a corner booth and kisses him longer and deeper than is probably appropriate.
And despite the cold and crowd and fashion hiccups along the way, this year’s Christmas market will remain Felix’s favorite for a long, long time.
Or at least until next year when they no doubt visit it again.
Thanks for reading! 💞
Ace’s outfit is from his leaked winter skin, because it’s tacky and I love it. (Minus the headpiece. What the fuck is that beard.)
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Have you (or any of your lovely followers 🥰) heard how the SAG-AFTRA strike in the US might affect promo for Breeders?
I know the strikers are not allowed to do promo, and of course Martin & Daisy (& others in the cast) are UK union members but also does the strike count for non-US based promo/ non US-based actors? Or maybe they'll just not do promo in solidarity?
Hi and thank you for the ask!
First of all, you are correct: my followers are lovely. 🥰🥰
And it's funny because just the other day I said to @colourfulwatson (one of the loveliest mutuals 🤩) : "With the current strike we probably won't get much/any promo for Breeders."
But tbh, I don't know how it works and what the rules are for non US-based actors. FX is US- based, so I would expect no promo at all. Cillian Murphy and Florence Pugh walked off the premiere of Oppenheimer- that's pretty much the same, just on a (much‼️‼️‼️) bigger scale, I suppose.
Breeders was never promoted a lot and I was looking forward to some small bits and pieces here and there, but I am quite sure that we won't get any promo now. Which is fine. This strike is so important!
Martin is still on holiday anyways, so maybe he'll just stay a bit longer where ever he is now. 😬
Maybe we will get some interviews when Breeders comes to the UK in October.
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Hello! Im not sure if your requests are Open but could you do molly, dariax, Percy , dorian and Ashton with an s/o with thick thighs? Like. They could be pillow or stressballs thighs!
Your writing is so cool and the one about Ashton getting flowers made me melt!!
Have a nice day and please take ur time!
Requests are indeed open darling! I'm currently not writing for Campaign 1, but I'll gladly do the rest! I'm so happy you liked the flower fic - I loved writing it 🥰 Thick thigh solidarity babyyy <3
Also this is very self indulgent bc these 4 own my heart
~ Poet
S/O Has Thick Thighs (That Save Lives)
Ashton 💙
It's the contrast between you two that gets to him on a deeper level. For a long time, he has been calloused and hard to the touch, rough and lean with muscle. Meanwhile, you're all soft edges and velvet. Often rests a hand on your thigh as a casual gesture of affection when seated at the tavern. It's no big deal to anyone else, but it's a gesture that means a lot to the both of you. A quiet "I'm here."
I briefly have mentioned this before, but you can bet your ass that the resident barbarian of Bell's Hells will carry you on their shoulders. Ashton is your number one fan and will have your legs dangling from around his neck just to show you off.
It's especially fun when it's colder bc Ash is like a literal rock, and the heat from your thighs keeps their sour mood in check. They're like earmuffs hehe. Be careful of low hanging doorframes tho cuz... ouch. Don't wanna bump any foreheads.
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Dariax 💚
Thigh guy. Loves them, how soft and warm they are. He's your short himbo boyfriend so he appreciates the fact that there's more of you for him to love and adore. King of body worship and positivity. He's your personal cheerleader - you can do no wrong in his eyes.
This boy needs his sleep after the chaos he created and chases after each day. That's why one of his favourite things in the whole world is to curl up into your side and lay his head in your lap. He's out like a light after that. You can't help but feel relief - his mind, often going a mile a minute, can finally have some well deserved rest. He snores tho sorry
Of the four of them, I'd say he's the most likely to use them as stress balls :^; He still gets bad dreams from time to time, so when he wakes up, dazed, and sees you laying peacefully next to him, you ground him completely. He huddles close and wraps his arms around one thigh, squeezing you tight to him and finding sleep once more.
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Dorian 💙
Like Dariax, the hot blue boi likes to lay his head down on your thighs. It's more of a nightly routine rather than a straight pillow though. You both talk about what happened that day, on what will happen next, gossip and just be with each other in a way that seems so domestic.
He holds your hands in his, pressing absentminded kisses to your knuckles every now and again as if you were the air genasi about to float away if not grounded. Is NOT happy when you take your hands away, but melts if you card your fingers through his hair. He settles for placing his hand on a thigh and stroking idle circles with his thumb over the fabric stretched over it.
Take this iconic fashionista's words to heart when he says you look amazing in whatever you wear. Be it thighguards of leather or steel, or even a loose nightshirt/dress that reaches above your knee, Dorian gets a little flustered and shy bc you're simply that gorgeous.
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Molly 💜
Due to his infernal bloodline, Molly's body emits a great amount of heat - his hands are no exception. So, being the caring and attentive partner he is, he shares that warmth with you by giving your thighs a lighthearted pinch or pat whenever he can. You're all warmed up now even if you're left squirming while he beams at you with that toothy grin of his.
In private, he gives your thighs lil kisses and nuzzles just to be cute :3 BUT you gotta be extra dexterous to lightly smack him away before he nips at you with those tiefling canines. Your throat bubbles up with laughter because it tickles and you cover your face with your hands, but he reaches up and gently pries them away. Molly doesn't want you to hide. Not from him. Not ever.
Likes to flop lay on top of you, his body between your legs with his head on your tummy as his arms circle around your waist. You might wake up in the middle of the night only to find yourself effectively pinned down by a sleepy, clingy bloodhunter.
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I do love the solidarity of us way understating our reactions to Touch Me in our comments so Lauren doesn’t think we’re insane 🥰
#like yes she has to know we think she’s hot no she doesn’t need to know i’ve pretty much been watching it on loop for hours#lo patreon stuff
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Hi Rayne <3 How are you going? Are you doing ok? I just wanted to add my voice to the readers/writers/fans who follow you and say that as someone also going through burnout (what you described about the difference between block vs. burnout really helped btw) I'd definitely support and love to see you chart your recovery as you get back to writing. Any tips/tricks or insights of your own journey back to writing/wellness would be awesome. Sending you bunches of love. Laci xxx
Heya Laci Sweetheart, 💜
Thanks for your message. Bless you. I'm cracking on as best I can with the hiccups I'm facing atm, luv. Just annoyed because it's delayed my writing/posting the next HHU chapter. But, trying to do the patience thing.
Ah! I'm happy to learn that my response to the block vs burnout ASK was useful to you. I can understand how people might confuse them, but my god, they are entirely different demons. I'm so sorry you're going through burnout - it sucks major hairy balls.
I'd definitely support and love to see you chart your recovery as you get back to writing. Any tips/tricks or insights of your own journey back to writing/wellness would be awesome.
Oh wow, gotcha.
Solidarity. Burnout sucks. If I can share something that helps, sure thing. I got you. 💜 I'll start doing this if it helps.
Big love coming back at'cha, Laci. Thank you! 🥰
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More T4T Alenoah since people actually seemed to like the last one! :3
Okay so when I said Alejandro had been pretty sure Noah was also trans from the beginning I mean apart from just ; ✨vibes✨, this happened on the way to Japan ;
Noah desperately hiding behind his teammates to avoid Harold and more of their plane facts (Harold thinks they’re friends. Noah does not.) and he’s like ; “THANKGOD they’re gone. Harold’s actually so fucking annoying I will literally kill myself if I have to so much as breathe the same air as them again.” And then Izzy was like ; “oh haha yeah no that guys actually so weird and ! I’m like- so surprised he hasn’t gotten thrown out of the plane yet!”
And then Noah just looks at her super weird and is like ; “Izzy, Harold actually made a twitter post last month saying they prefer they/them pronouns and are more comfortable with androgynous language, at least when we’re not filming, or when talking to the producers” (Harold is non binary and definitely writes think pieces on gender and why we need to break free from these concepts I DARE YOU TO FIGHT ME ON THIS IM PREPARED)
And Izzy is just like ; “oh haha okay theyre so quirky! Anyways like I said; you literally hate them, im surprised they haven’t gotten thrown out of the plane already lol”
And then Noah immediately went back to talking shit (while using Harold’s correct pronouns). And like when Tyler asked Noah’s just like ; “oh, no I don’t respect Harold remotely, I despise them and wish them misery and misfortune and if I never had to hear their voice again it would be too soon. …. But I’ll still respect their pronouns, duh.”
Alejandro was just in the corner like ; 😳. (When he’s a sarcastic know it all but understands disliking someone is no excuse to misgender them >>)
Also cause alenoah friendship REALLY started when they were leaving Egypt and Gwen made a bi joke (which Cody’s obnoxious bisexual ass ADORED btw) Sierra was like ; “oh haha I personally am ✨🥰cOdYsExuAl😚✨” and then Noah from the corner was just like ;
“More like embarrassing. And a lesbian suffering from comp het. But whatever, you’re not ready for THAT conversation.”
And when everyone else was frozen in shock you already KNOW Alejandro was stifling CACKLES. He was also the only reason Sierra didn’t beat Noah up for saying that (he used his big muscles as a shield Les gooo) and whispered to Noah so no one could hear ;
“They hated him, for he spoke the truth 😌” Noah choked.
And then they were friends! C’mon. We see them in the background talking and laughing with each other WAAAY too much for me to buy that they weren’t friendly.
Personally I’m convinced the reason we didn’t get more alenoah interaction was because they were talking a lot about trans solidarity and being obviously in love with eachother, and this queer phobic show just couldn’t handle that smh
(Yes I am insufferable about them thanks for asking!) okay so Noah was taking his testosterone pills one day after he dropped the singing comment and confirmed it, when Alejandro was just like ; oh yeah! I actually used to take the shots lol, switched to patches while on the show” and Noah was like ; “BRO WHY????”
Cause WHY WOULD YOU PUT YOURSELF THROUGH THAT??? (The answer is because Alejandro has issues) but anyways it lead to Noah bringing Heather into the argument so she could help him tell Alejandro ; ?!? No I don’t take my hormones through shots??! I’m waaaay too hot to suffer like that”
Anyways Alejandro and Noah totally just spent that first half of the season bonding over trans masc stuff.
Like Alejandro spent SO much time complaining about how his sweat used to smell like flowers, and how he definetly doesn’t miss the dysphoria but he does miss that.
Noah’s like ; yeah I actually kept some of my skirts because they’re waaaaay more comfortable than pants, but I don’t wear them outside cause then people wanna be queerphobic! Like yeah I’m a guy in a skirt, deal with it.
And they bonded over how they understand misogyny and rape culture in a way cis men really NEED to. And talk about all the male privledge they’ve noticed they’ve gotten (they got overheard and caused several debates on gender theory and politics between contestants that was pretty eye opening for some of them)
Anyways London happens and Alejandro has to get his trans homie eliminated cause he knows too much yeah yeah. So these two were still being petty and bitter, but this definitely happened after the wedding challenge ;
Alejandro and Courtney were debating about which dress had been the best, which then sparked a debate between all remaining contestants on masculinity and stuff:
And in the end Alejandro gets fed up; leaves, AND THEN COMES BACK IN THE V NECK WEDDING DRESS, looking hot AF (just look at slipper slopes fanart if you want a visual) and turns to Duncan, strokijg his soul patch and smirking like ; really chico? dresses make me any less of a man?? then why am i still far more one than YOU.
duncan contemplated on his actions and sexuality a lot that day. And then came away from the experience causing far less micro aggressions :3
And Noah totally saw because Chris definetly rehired him after his elimination (personally I believe he makes a point of firing Noah at least twice a week, it’s a thing at that point) and so he was helping the poor poor overworked (starved crazed desperate) interns in the editing room and was just like ;
Dammit you’re still a slimy eel who got me eliminated and I’m mad at you… but I would REALLY like to make out with you rn unfortunately , this sucks.
Oki! So I have more, and just more trans TD headcannons in general; but this is already a lot TwT lemme know if anyone else wants more.
#total drama#alenoah#total drama world tour#td alejandro#td noah#td heather#td duncan#td harold#td izzy#trans headcanon#td sierra
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