#:))))) once again me projecting onto michael

[6lostgirl6]

A Night To Dismember

Pairing: Michael Myers x Fem!Reader

TW: Detailed Gore, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Sexual Assault [Not by Michael], Slightly Possessive Michael, Protective Michael, Mature Audience only!

A/N: Requested by my bestie @prettywhenibleed! I really hope you enjoy this and it was an absolute pleasure to write this for you!! Love you, my favorite slasher whore! ❤️ This isn't my best work, I'm afraid, forgive me.

The Smith's Grove Sanitarium operated according to a schedule that was consistently set in motion without interruption. No authorized doctor employed by the sanitarium, however, would have foreseen this. Medical specialists thought they were completely familiar with Michael Myers' behavior. He was docile and kept to himself, despite being the most dangerous and threatening patient in the hospital. 

But if you left him alone, there was a chance he would treat you in a similar fashion. The sole exception would be if touching his masks or otherwise bothered him. Even being among other patients was something he never enjoyed.

You were a new patient, recently exiled from society and your family because of your dreadful infatuation with fire and burning objects of interest. Your arrival left the building in absolute shock. On your first day, you were assigned to the recreation room. When you entered the room, your initial instinct was to walk over to the largest and most dangerous man within the sanatorium while grinning brightly. You only watched him work on a paper mache mask while standing over his hunched figure in the corner of the room, his hospital-approved supplies scattered along the table. 

You thought the colors were stunning, which you happily expressed. 

As a precaution against Michael harming you, guards stood by the recreation room's entrance wielding batons. Michael, on the other hand, did the exact opposite, giving you a cursory glance before grunting and slackly pointing for you to sit next to him. 

It was like you and Michael had your own timetable inside the sanitarium, and this went on for the next few months without fail. As directed by his psychiatrist, Michael was permitted to create his masks in the recreation area in the mornings. You would follow not far behind and take your normal seat beside him at a table chosen at random, apart from the other patients. You would merely watch him create his masks and ramble about whatever was on your mind. Michael never responded to the conversation, but that didn't stop you from talking to him because he had his own style of doing so without words. You have grown accustomed to deciphering his thoughts from his basic grunts and gestures.

"Hey, Mikey." You said with a smile, taking a seat at your usual spot next to Michael's side, placing your tray of food onto the table.

Michael was in the middle of placing wet paper mache on the face mold for his mask, his fingers caked in colors of paint and residue from the paper mache. He paused for a moment, giving you a small grunt as acknowledgement before returning to his activity.

You smiled more, chuckling at his usual ways of communicating as you watched him craft. You've always been interested in his masks and the variety of patterns he would use for each one. Many of his masks had their own unique qualities. However, you knew to only look, not touch.

"I see you're adding bright colors this time; are those happy pills finally working?" You teased him, nudging him softly with your body.

Michael huffed through his nose, which you learned was his way of chuckling as he shook his head at you. In the past, It took a while, but you had a better understanding of Michael's gestures and emotions than the doctors.

Simply because you treated him like a person, not an experiment.

"Maybe next time then." You replied, turning towards your tray before glancing at his project once more. "You're really good at that, Mikey. You're really talented."

Once again, Michael paused his movements, his stained fingers holding the paper mache while his eyes remained downcast. His fingers twitched before he resumed, and you almost thought you said something wrong.

"I didn't mean-"

You were cut off as Michael grabbed another mold from the table, pushing it in your direction. Your eyes widened slightly as you pushed your tray out of the way as Michael's slow movements brought other materials in your direction.

Still in slight awe, you watched him turn towards you, and your eyes connected through his favorite orange mask. You couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat at the way his eyes stared into your own, seemingly piercing into your own soul.

The doctors were wrong; his eyes weren't soulless, nor were they black, resembling a massive void of nothingness. They were blue, similar to a clear sky or the glimmering waves of the ocean.

He huffed before pointing a finger at the materials and then towards you. He wanted you to mold with him.

"Thank you, Mikey." You said softly, a bright smile on your face.

When your eyes met Michael's, he was unable to comprehend the sensation in his chest. Usually, when his sight fell on their figures, individuals would tremble or turn away. He wasn't concerned by their fear of the facility's most dangerous patient. He actually benefited from the fear he instilled in the hearts of many who came to the sanitarium.

Yet you didn't...and he liked that.

He liked that you weren't scared of him, speaking to him, or even touching him like you've been these past few months. The thought of you being scared of him made him feel...hollow.

When you started working on your own mask using the materials that were laid out on the table, Michael couldn't help but covertly place a palm on his chest to feel how his heart was refusing to settle down. He almost wanted to groan in annoyance, hating the way he liked being around you and having your attention.

He had been content with his solitude for a long time, He preferred being alone and had been for many years. However, the notion of you leaving him made the murderous itch inside him threaten to resurface.

He decided that he would keep you with him, protect you with everything he has, and extinguish anyone who threatened to ruin that. With darkened eyes, he returned to working on his mask.

On that day, you and Michael became closer.

You weren't born yesterday and you certainly weren't born stupid. Trouble was afoot in the institution and it was either happening under the doctors' noses or they simply didn't care enough to investigate. Over the past week, you would hear feminine screams down the hallway in the women's section of the institution during the late hours of the night. Last night, the screams could be heard two doors down from your room.

The screams and cries began when a new guard was appointed to the institution, supposedly replacing a well-known guard who was at the age of retirement. Due to your paranoia, you would sit on the edge of your bed, watching the door in the chance of someone entering your room when they weren't supposed to.

During the days, you would spend all you could with Michael, hoping that your association with him would make you seem off limits to mess with, or you hoped. Yet, Michael couldn't protect you when the sun went down and the men and women would return to their respective cells on opposite sides of the institution.

Tonight, you were following the same routine, sitting on the edge of your bed and watching the door. Your mind was in shambles, trying to come up with a plan in that chance, that horrid chance of the new guard coming for you. You hoped it wasn't what you were thinking, and for once, you prayed.

God never heard your prayers, and he certainly didn't now, especially when the jingling of keys were heading down the hallway, towards your room.

Michael couldn't sleep and when he couldn't sleep, he would simply pass the time by creating more masks or painting designs onto them. He was sitting at his desk, the surface covered in paper mache, markers, paint, and crayons. He was in the middle of adding a touch of red when he heard the distant sound of screaming.

His annoyance was disguised under his mask as he sighed and tightened his grip on the crayon in his hand to the point that it almost broke in half. He puffed again at the commotion and went on, indifferent to the screams. Perhaps a patient was making a scene during the nightly check-ins.

In order to block out the noises, Michael withdrew within the walls of his mind. It was a way that allowed Michael to escape freely from the confinement of his cell. He would always imagine a life outside the institution, with you. He would imagine the way he would protect you and provide for you. The thought used to sicken himn, but now he enjoyed it, the possibility. The sound of keys jingling, seemingly opening his cage, caused him to pause, though. With a loud crash, the cell door swung open, and shouting could now be heard outside of his room.

"Want some, freak?" The guard asked him in an mocking manner while Michael remained at his desk, his back to the guard. Michael immediately understood what the guard was pulling when he heard the feminine screams and intended to ignore it. 

He continued to ignore his surroundings, ignoring the rage building within his chest. The sound of his bed creaking didn't deter him from continuing on with his activity. However, it all changed when the victim screamed one word.

"Michael!"

You.

Your trapped figure on his bed, with your nightgown pushed up so that only your thighs were visible, caught Michael's attention as his head whirled around. Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, which streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed and struggled. His eyes quickly shifted to the guard hovering over you, and he developed tunnel vision instinctively.

A ferocious roar erupts from Michael's mouth and takes hold of the guard by the neck and collar of his shirt, throwing him off balance. In the midst, you shakily brought yourself to a sitting position, fixing the bottom of your nightgown to cover yourself. Your eyes watched as Michael picked up the guard, pinning him to the wall with eerie silence. The man in his grasp was yelling in pain and fear as Michael kept him pinned, his legs dangling in the air.

"L-Let go! Let go, you fucking punk!" The guard cried out.

Michael did not like that, not at all. Without a second thought, Michael hurled him into his desk, his art supplies falling to the ground in a cluster of clangs while the man groaned in pain. Like a predator stalking his prey, Michael's towering form stalked over to the smaller male, his eyes black as night and void of any life or mercy within. His large hand reached out to grab the same red colored pencil,

Michael's next action seemed to be a blur, he body launching onto the guard and stabbing him with the colored pencil, his resiliant strength making the pencil tear through flesh and muscle.

You watched in a sickening twist of fascination and awe, watching as Michael stabbed the guard over and over, leaving no body part untouched, the man;s screams filling the room. Your heart felt warm, knowing that Michael was willing enough to kill someone for you.

Lastly, Michael stabbed him until his chest, stomach, and face was shrouded in punctures, cuts, and wounds. With one last jab, the colored pencil stabbed into his neck, making the man gurgle on his own blood.

"Michael..." You whispered, your eyes taking in his bloodied form as he slowly turned to you, heaving himself up and moving towards you. It was as if he was a trained dog hoping he made his master proud. However, you were nothing of the sort. When he was close enough, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself into his strong form. "Thank you..."

Michael gave a small huff, hesitantly touching your head with his bloody palm, staining your strands with the bodily fluid. Without another word, Michael pushed you away and grabbed your hand, pulling you off the bed and heading towards the door.

"Where we are going?" You asked in confusion, following behind the behemoth of a man down the stark white hallway.

In response, Michael tugged on your hand and you decided to go along with whatever he had in his mind. He saved you after all; even when he didn't have to, he did. It made you feel safe and protected in his presence.

"Alright, Alright." You muttered, your figures turning a corner and out of sight.

Red and white.

Those were the colors you would never forget. The way the walls were coated in blood and bodily fluids of various nurses and guards that laid along the floor in mangled messes.

Michael was strong, very strong. You remembered the way he smashed a guard's skull in with his fingers alone. You shuddered at the thought, crossing your arms and staring at the wall in front of you as you waited for Michael to finish off his last victim. A nurse arriving at the right place at the wrong time as Michael ambushed her, his hands around her throat as he strangled her.

Michael walked over to you, his muffled huffing practically hovering over your ear as he showed you shoes and coat. You stared at the items with a blank expression, wondering what he wanted you to do with these.

He huffed before shaking the items in his hands, motioning the items towards you. You sighed before taking the items with a small smile, throwing on the shoes and coat. You felt the warmth of the fabric soothe your cold figure.

"Thank you..." You muttered softly, looking up at him as he stared down at you.

He couldn't help but think you looked...cute.

He offered you his bloodied hand, which you instantly took and followed him to the exit. You both were finally going to be free and it was all thanks to him.

After a few hours of walking, your feet were beginning to ache and the adrenaline from earlier was wearing off.

After your fifth yawn, Michael stopped in his tracks, turning towards you in the middle of the field. He simply stared at you as you bent forward to rest your hands on your knees.

Michael, I need to rest for a moment. Please my-" Your words were cut off when Michael stormed over to you, grabbing you roughly around the hips, hoisting you into his arms. His arm went around your waist, while the other held your back in a bridal style fashion.

Your eyes widened from his sudden roughness, however you couldn't complain as you basked in his warmth, nuzzling your face in the bloodied fabric of his robe.

"Thank you." You said, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to finally relax for the first time tonight. You didn't notice the way Michael was staring at you in his arms, his darkened eyes filled with something unknown, dangerous...maybe even a little bit of caring.

Silently, he turned and resumed walking through the field, making sure to keep you safe as you began to doze in his arms.

Finally, you were his.

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A pillar of support

Michael Gavey x F!Reader 18+ Minors DNI Word Count: 2,3k Tags / Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, looming sense of me projecting my insecurities about my upcoming statistics exams

“What don't you understand? I've told you five times already, it is one of the easiest concepts. If you just follow the formulae, you’ll manage your assignment.” 

You nervously picked up your pen again, clicking it a few times. “I know, Michael, but… I don't get it. I want to understand what I’m solving.” The numbers on your paper wouldn't want to make sense to you and Michael's bobbing leg distracted you further. 

“They let anyone study here, urgh”, he muttered and ran a hand through his short hair. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you took his written assignment out of its plastic folder. “Well, I'm not the one that has written ‘This theory has been proven and it is Logical, I shall not explain more.’ You do know that'll be rejected? You've not quoted anyone in all of these ten pages.”

Michael narrowed his eyes and scooted closer to you. “That is why I have taken out my time to sit with you, so you can correct it for me,” he said coolly.

Raising an eyebrow, you laughed incredulously and pushed the paper back to him, getting ready to leave. “D’you think I'll help you out, for free, without anything in return? You're a dreamer.” 

“No, please, wait,” he said and quickly put his hand on your arm. “The thing is that I've tried explaining to you what you've asked of me. I can't make it easier.”

‘So he really does need my help, then’, you thought to yourself and gave him a small smile. “Well, what would you offer me then?” 

You could see his mind racing as he looked over his assignment once more. “How long would it take for you to correct it and give me feedback?”, he asked matter-of-factly. 

Getting up from the small chair in his room, you stretched and let yourself fall onto his uncomfortable bed. “Anywhere between one and two hours. Why?” 

His eyes scanned your body, stopping at your short skirt and your bare, plump thighs. “I'll meet you next Saturday and you can choose what to do, I'll do it with you and pay for it, but only if that assignment comes back at a 85% or more”, he mumbled, a slight blush spreading on his stern face. 

You knew what he was thinking about and it made you want to giggle. He really wasn't as subtle as he thought he was. “Mh, anything?" You turned onto your stomach, looking up at him, batting your lashes. “That isn’t very ‘specific’ and ‘observable’ of you.” 

He rolled his eyes and got up, giving you an annoyed look. “Stop parroting me.” 

You grinned and got up as well, noticing the way his ugly trekking pants started bulging. “Oh, I will parrot you as long as I want to. Not that you seem to mind, anyhow.”

Michael realized what he was doing and quickly stepped back, his eyes widening in embarrassment. “I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable,” he stammered.

You couldn't help but laugh at how flustered he got. He was usually so stoic and uninterested in women that it was surprising to see him blush like this. You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a knowing look. “It’s okay, I get it…you think I’m seducing you or something?”

He coughed awkwardly before averting his gaze. You could tell he was trying hard to keep his cool demeanor despite the current situation. “Well, uh…it is kind of hard to concentrate when you are…right here in front of me like this.”

“Oh, so you do want me then?” You gave him a mischievous smile. “Well, if you really want my help so badly, then I suggest you seduce me as repayment. If you do it properly, I might even consider teaching you a thing or two about the art of seduction. What do you say?”

Michael stared at you for a few seconds before he finally nodded shyly, yet with a hint of threat in his voice. “Yes, I’ll do it…but if you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll make sure to ruin your reputation.”

You grinned and crossed the space between you two, standing directly in front of him, slipping your fingers through his belt loops. You could feel the tension radiating off his body as he tried to play it cool. You leaned forward slightly and whispered into his ear. “Good boy. Now let's get started...”

Michael gulped audibly as you pulled him closer by his belt loops. He could feel your breath hot against his ear and he shuddered involuntarily. This was not something he was used to, but he couldn't deny how much he wanted it. He had always been a loner, someone who preferred to keep to himself and focus on his studies. But being in your presence made him feel alive in a way that he had never imagined possible.

You could sense his apprehension, but you were not about to let him back out now. You had spent too much time trying to get him to open up to you, and you were not about to let him go that easily. You ran your fingers along his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and smiled to yourself. This was going to be fun.

You pulled away from him, a coy smile playing on your lips. "So, do you know where to start?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

Michael shook his head, still a bit dazed from your touch. "No, not really," he replied softly.

You took his hand and led him to the bed, sitting him down beside you. You could feel the heat emanating from him, and you knew that he was just as affected by your closeness as you were. You leaned in closer, feeling his breath hot against your face. "Let's start with a kiss," you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

Michael closed his eyes and leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss. You could feel his hands shaking as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

"N-not bad, not bad at all," you mumbled, breathing heavily.

You could feel his hot breath against your neck as he moved in for another kiss. He wasn't being very forward, but he wasn't too shy either. It was a good beginning, but he needed to do more if he wanted to win.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Did you lock the door?" you asked, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his lips on your neck.

"On it," he replied, quickly getting up and locking the door.

You smirked and pulled him closer, hands moving to caress his chest. "Good boy," you muttered, purring in delight as he kissed along your neck.

He got the hint and quickly moved to kiss your lips once more, a bit more rougher this time. You were no stranger to this. You had played with a few men before, and you knew exactly what they liked.

"Now this is the stuff," you thought to yourself as he continued to kiss you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His fingers gently moved past your hair, playing with it as he enjoyed the kiss. It felt nice, but you sensed he wanted to do more. You pulled away, looking at him with a mischievous smile. "Do you want to be more forceful?" you asked.

He nodded, biting his lip as he looked into your eyes. "Y-yes," he stammered, and you could tell he was getting harder with each second that passed.

You could feel him harden against your leg, and you grinned. "Mh, you are eager, aren't you? Well, would you want to take off some of my clothes?"

He nodded again. "Yes, I think I can manage that," he replied, his fingers already working on the buttons of your shirt.

You let him take off the shirt, admiring the view. You didn't dress for anything - after all, you just thought you'd study a bit, yet it seemed like it didn't matter to him at all; his eyes widened at the sight of your tits.

"Now the skirt," you said, unzipping the skirt and stepping out of it.

Michael undid your bra and pulled off your skirt, leaving you in a simple black thong. You could feel his fingers trembling as he pulled it down, your womanhood becoming evident. You could tell he was nervous and shy, but he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

You let him admire your womanhood for a few moments before you pulled away and grabbed his hands, placing them on your chest. "Here, touch me," you breathed in his ear, biting his earlobe.

He nodded and began massaging you, his fingers moving all over your chest. You pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him. You could feel his eyes on you as you grinded against his erection, a grin spreading across your face. "Having fun?" you asked playfully.

He replied with a deep kiss, his hands moving to grab your ass. You let out a cry of surprise as he did it, but you couldn't help but like it. You moved your hips against his, moaning softly.

"Y-yes," he stammered, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to keep his cool. His hands moved over your ass, gently massaging your body. He was enjoying this, but he wasn't the kind of man to just sit back and let you have all the fun. He pulled you off him, flipping you over and pinning you beneath him.

"O-oh?" you muttered, smiling slightly. You had never been on the submissive end before, but it was evident that he had enough of you toying with him - you had given him enough confidence to take the upper hand and you enjoyed it thoroughly.

He kissed your lips again, only to move to one of your nipples. He kissed around it, teasing you. His fingers traced ever so lightly over your skin, feeling every inch of you. He was enjoying the feeling of your skin beneath his fingers, and you enjoyed it too.

You ran your fingers through his hair, moaning in delight as he kissed your breasts. "Oh...that feels good..." he muttered breathlessly.

His lips began kissing lower and lower, until you felt his lips against your stomach. He wasn't going to stop there, you knew that much. You bit your lip and prepared yourself for what was to come. He smiled to himself, enjoying the view. He kissed your thighs, and then he moved in closer.

His tongue brushed against your pussy, tasting your womanhood. He moaned softly as he moved in deeper, tasting the juices of your womanhood. His tongue began moving in perfect harmony, he was enjoying every moment of it. You could tell that he was enjoying himself, and that made you moan even louder.

"M-Michael..." you moaned loudly, grabbing a hold of the sheets beneath you as you began shaking. He had just begun, but you were already on the edge. He moved in faster, his tongue working wonders against your womanhood. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, and you were already in a daze. You moved your hips against his tongue, wanting him to go deeper and faster. "Ohh...M-Michael..."

He moaned as you called his name, and you could feel him quickly coming up again, positioning himself aganist your entrance. "D'you want me... raw?"

You didn't need to answer, you didn't want to and most importantly you didn't care. He slowly began sliding into you, his cock filling up every inch of you as he slowly began thrusting. He moaned quietly against as he began moving in and out of you, his cock sliding in smoothly.

"M-Michael..." you muttered, tilting your head back in pleasure. You had never felt something this good before. He was so big, filling up your womanhood. His cock pushed deeper into you, and with each thrust he made you moan louder and louder.

"A-ah..." you moaned, biting your lip as he thrust faster. He was taking no time at all to push every inch of his cock into you, and you loved every second of it. You could feel his cock thrust in farther, hitting against your deepest places. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, enjoying the tight walls surrounding him and you could feel your pussy tighten around him. You knew exactly what this meant.

"O-ohh...I'm-I... fuck," he moaned loudly, his cock twitching within you. He let out a loud moan, pushing himself deep into you before he pulled out, cumming all over your lower body. His hot cum sprayed out over your skin, and you loved it. He leaned forward, his cock still throbbing above your body.  You could feel his heart beat through his cock against your skin, and you could tell just how hard it was for him to hold that back.

He finally leaned down, panting against your neck. "I-I... hope that should be enough for you to help me with my assignment."

You smiled, pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. "Mh..." you replied, leaning up to kiss his forehead. "You did exactly as I asked, I think I'll be able to help you now."

He smiled in delight. "Great! D'you think you could help me tomorrow too?"

You nodded. "I'm pretty much available to help you as much as you'd like," you said.

He smiled, bringing his hands up to your face and gently caressing it. "I... thank you. I'll make sure to get you ready for your statistics exams," he muttered before he leaned in to kiss your lips softly.

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Kinktober 24

24. Bratty Sub, Anal/Oral Training, Caging

You’re going away, and Crowley is whining. 

“But Aziraphale’s gone too. I’m going to be so bored,” he pouts. You pat him on the cheek a little condescendingly. 

“Aww, well I’m sure you’ll be able to look after yourself, kitten. Besides, our angel will be back in a couple of days so it’s not like it’s for long.”

To be honest, you can’t think of the last long time the three of you were apart, at least all at once. But unfortunately busy schedules collided. Aziraphale has headed off to Spain in order to practise some heavenly deliverance - or something else from head office, you’re not entirely sure - and you’re flying over stateside in order to try and make a deal about an exhibition. Aziraphale can’t really be seen with your demon lover and the last time you let Crowley tag along on one of your business trips he kept you in bed for so long you almost missed the entire meeting altogether. You can’t risk it again, so this time you had to put your foot down.

“Eurrrrgghhhhh,” Crowley groans, sliding down onto the sofa in a most uncomfortable shape. You make a show of sighing. 

“Well, I suppose if you’re like that, you won’t want to see the parting gift I got you.”

His head pops up over the top of the couch. 

“Gift?”

You lead him to the bedroom and he follows like an eager spaniel. 

“Strip.”

As he does you rummage around in your bedside drawer. When you turn he’s naked and ready, so it’s a wonderful reaction when you hold up the cage. 

His mouth drops open. 

“I…”

“Aww, are you not pleased?”

“What is that?” he asks lowly. You hold it up, hooked on one finger. 

“It’s a cock cage, silly. Do you not like it? Aziraphale liked his.”

That’s true. He was moaning when you put it on him, leaking pre out through the bars and covering your hand, making it rather difficult to lock the damn thing around him. Needy little angel. 

But he wore it because he’s a good boy. 

Crowley swallows. Despite how humiliating it is - or perhaps because of how humiliating it is - you can see he’s interested. 

“Come here.”

He does, obediently. His voice hitches in the back of his throat as you lock him into it, head falling forward onto your shoulder for support. He twists uncomfortably against you. 

“You alright, darling?”

“Yes,” he hisses. You can see him strain painfully against the restraint. His poor cock is practically throbbing. 

But he needs to wait. 

“Alright my love,” you tell him at the end of a long and languid kiss, holding his narrow hips flush against your own, “I’ll be back in a week. I know you can be good for me.”

The way he whimpers makes it seem like he can’t. 

Aziraphale comes back two days later and Crowley thinks he’ll finally have some relief — but it’s only as they melt into each other’s arms that they realise you still have the keys. 

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TRANS PEOPLE AT CAMP HALF BLOOD BC I'M IN A MOOD™️ RIGHT NOW

NON BINARY:

Connor Stoll (they/them). Connor got to camp at age four, where someone just assumed he was named connor, so they took up the name of a dead boy named connor and decided that yeah, he/him was alright. didn't know what trans meant at the time, they just sort of... anyway, then after the battle of the labyrinth they came out as NB.

wood nymphs. they've got a different gender system than demigods, as well as different pronouns, but to keep it simple for the campers your best bet is they/them.

the resident god Dionysus ofc. he has a complicated relationship with gender (see his chapter in PJ's Greek Gods) but basically, doesn't care what you call him. he/they generally.

MTF:

Drew Tanaka! she's just. always considered herself a girl. there was never any hesitation. her mom called her son and she just. did not compute. her mom was accepting and just sort of called aphrodite up and told her that actually she had given birth to a girl. Aphrodite sent down a new wardrobe in return. she never changed her name.

Clarisse la Rue. she came out when she was twelve. her mom didn't accept her, but clarisse had run away years before that so... her mother never apologized. when clarisse went to her house with chris, it was only because she was truly desperate. after the battle of manhattan clarisse called her once, and. never again.

Lou Ellen Blackstone. she told cecil and will when they were eleven or so (SOM) but didn't really come out to everyone else until one of the hunters pulled her aside in TTC to ask if she wanted to join bc the hunters are super good at finding girls apparently. lou ellen really regrets this but somehow cecil convinced her to make her legal name Louise-Eleanor (first) Wilmadeen (middle) Cecilia (middle) Blackstone. it-- she pretends it's just lou ellen. don't bring it up. Will thinks there was a murder involved and-- well neither of them are telling him otherwise, that's all i'm saying.

FTM: (oh boy here's where I projected a whole bunch)

PERCY MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON. alright folks you ready? so percy came out when he was twelve RIGHT before TLT picks up. struggling mother sally jackson immediately accepts him no questions asked (well there are a few questions but) she gets him onto puberty blockers from a free clinic on forth street right away and changes his name legally. financially they're still struggling, obviously, but sally is picking up some extra shifts. she's already planning on having percy go on T when he turns 16 (if he lives that long--) and after manhattan poseidon and sally sit him down and are like: okay so technically because of ancient laws poseidon can't just snap his fingers but uh if you want a real easy top surgery just do a really easy quest for him and he'll magic your tits away and percy agrees of course so poseidon drops a sand dollar on the ground and in the. most. indifferent voice possible he goes "oh no. my sand dollar. i need a hero." and percy picks it up-- and done. that's when he decides to join the swim team because he doesn't need to bind anymore. also when he heard the prophecy percy immediately went, well i know it says im going to die but hey the universe recognises me as a dude that's pretty cool right. very affirming for him.

NEXT UP we've got michael. height dysphoria kicks ass so seriously don't mention how short he is. anyway michael thought that it was spelt micheal so he chose it for the pun and to feel connected to his dad. uh. don't bring that up to him either. anyway despite being very short, michael's usually pretty stealth. he came out in ttc when he asks jake mason out bc luke used to date his brother lee and michael basically goes "hey do you want to go out i promise i'll be a good boyfriend and not leave you like luke left lee." and jake just bluescreens for a moment because wait, BOYfriend, and anyway after that michael realises he never told anyone. (not necessary to the post but jake said yes) oh, also, his middle name is john. why? who knows. it wasn't significant or anything, clarisse just turned to him one day and said, "you know, you look like a john." so yeah, Michael John Yew. also he liked archery bc it was a lot easier to bind in so.

following that you'll find that actually the three main pjo apollo boys are trans. so WILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE. my baby boy is-- well he's got a lot going on. Will binds (but when he turns 16 he's going to get top surgery and he is. very excited) and don't let his mild mannered doctor self fool you he is a HYPOCRITE when it comes to binding, like that bitch will nag you for hours if you bind for over 8 hours and then you'll see him come off a 48 hour infirmary shift still binding. when he was young and his mother was touring, she left him with his grandparents. He tried to come out at five and cut all of his hair off, but his grandparents kicked him out. Clarisse found him in Texas and brought him to camp. which isn't SATS compliant but I haven't read it yet so *shrug*. Anyway Andrew is after Apollo, when Apollo first met Naomi, he called himself Andrew.

Lee Fletcher is also trans. He was fully transitioned by the time he died. He was super upper class when he came out and his mum stopped speaking to him, but he kept his wealth and became a staunch advocate for trans rights until he died. Anyway he came out when he was seventeen.

Cecil Markowitz. His parents died in a fire when he was 8, he was sent to his grandmother, she kicked him out when he was 9 and came out. 

Clovis

Mitchell

Leo Valdez (part of why Rosa called him a demon)

Malcolm Pace (his trans identity deserves a whole 'nother post it's.) anyway Malcolm can't bind so.

Ellis Wakefield (currently writing a fic about this actually) anyway Ellis comes out when he's 13 (so BoM) at camp, and comes out when he's 15 to his mum. it doesn't go great.

[muzzleroars]

I think its very interesting how god is a cookie cutter bad/abusive parent (i'm having a course on the psychology of good and bad parenting and holy smokes the amount of red flags the father has) that thought does also bring up the interesting psychology on how parentified Lucifer is. Like instead of raising the archangels himself he tasks his kid who's barely any older than the others to guide and raise 4 kids that arent his own by being a mentor with an emotional distance close enough but not enough to be a father to them. Thats gotta be painful, especially Michael and Lucifer since they seem to be the closest to having a father son bond or Lucifer who wants to love unconditionally but has to restrain cuz yk he's a mentor, not family. Also makes me wonder, did the archangels ever see god as a genuine father? Like not THE father but A father in the family bond sense

(contains a little bit of discussion on the kinds of abuse found in fundamentalist circles - it's pretty vague but i'm not sure how to tag it, so wanted to give a head's up!)

that really is the kind of dynamic i want to portray with them, as i view heaven, in context of gabriel's story, to reflect the pain and suffering perpetuated in fundamentalist households/communities. it's a reading i find very critical to gabriel's character and how the narrative is structured, so i wanted to carry that through with lucifer and the other archangels. and just like you say, lucifer is seen by god as an extension of himself - just slightly older than the archangels, especially by immortal terms, lucifer is given the responsibility of their development and overseeing their growth as god immediately becomes preoccupied with further populating his new universe. lucifer took to the work because he loved them so deeply, he wanted to see them thrive, but truly it wasn't a burden he was equipped for given his own limited experience. naively he had to do all he could to maintain his role model status, he constantly concerned himself with setting the right example, but he also could become overly volatile at times because he really wasn't that much different from them. they actually matured together, with michael becoming particularly close with him because lucifer, doing his job so well, was everything michael wanted to be. he was proud to be lucifer's second, he saw him as the ideal...but like so often happens, the family splintered. lucifer saw evil in it and grew to understand what he had been molded in. and it fell apart.

lucifer rebelled against the father's law and was cast out. michael became the model son, burying himself in the faith, embracing fundamentalism, and denouncing the evil, sinful nature of lucifer despite how he had once loved him. raphael became a peacekeeper, always tending to everyone's emotions and giving little regard to his own - his only priority is maintaining harmony, wanting to never again see anyone go through what they once did with lucifer. uriel became a recluse, withdrawn and given entirely over to his work, his study, he stays out of the way so much that many in the host of heaven forget there even is a fourth archangel, and he just quietly does as god asks of him. then gabriel is the popular public face, faithful but much warmer than michael, projecting an image of absolute radiance to cover up knowing he's different, knowing that lucifer had vaguely approached him before the fall. their illusion has been shattered by lucifer's loss, his absence tears at their family like a ghost, oppressive, unrelenting, always just out of sight but impossible to broach. there is so much evil here, each of them trying to put it off solely onto lucifer and told so many lies about him in his estrangement that they begin to believe them on some level. any pain their family had to endure, any distress they've felt at the dissent, any anxiety they have about their happy lives giving way, is all pinned on lucifer. and so the answer then, is keep the faith, work hard, think always of lucifer and strive to be everything he was not, but above all...be grateful for god's love.

i don't think angels have the same ideas of familial relationships, only thinking of each other as siblings when made in a set and not really having the concept of a true "parent" since they all come from the same source....but, like i mentioned in the previous ask about lucifer's feelings on having a child, he does have a similar paternal energy as god. and while something in god wants to fill this role to all things he creates, he is far too distant, far too terrifying, far too abstract and untouchable. to love him is ritualistic, and the love he returns is all-consuming yet entirely dependent on that ritual, a devouring and yet conditional love. lucifer, in sharp contrast, projected that same overwhelming love but was right there, guiding, teaching, sharing in their excitement, their wonder. he never asked to be worshiped, he did not demand specific prayer or exact behaviors, and instead his love was given freely. and so god was like the sun, beautiful and brilliant but only safe so far away where it could never burn them, while lucifer was the dawn it brought. and while i don't think they ever consciously thought of one another as family, lucifer more or less acted as the guiding force in heaven, with particular attachment to the archangels given how closely they would have worked with him. through him, the love of god was accessible, yet it was uniquely as lucifer decided to give it and shape it. so while they may not have an idea of a father in a human sense, lucifer played the part of their mentor, their protector, and their counselor...which is as close as they could ever get

[bisheepart]

Various Incorrect Quotes

Because I'm having too much fun with these

Gregory: I'm the kind of person who likes to think things through.

Cassie: Since when? I once saw you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire.

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Michael: Why do you two look so mad?

Simon (Freddy Mask Bully): Sit down and we'll tell you.

Michael: *sits down*

James (Chica Mask Bully): This bench is freshly painted.

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*Cassidy, Evan, Gregory and Cassie being friends*

Evan: I should probably get home.

Cassidy: Nope, we've already got plans to get Canadians to kidnap you so we can adopt you as our brother.

Evan:... Canadians?

Gregory: It worked with Cassie!

Cassie, deadpan: Run, it's how I got stuck with these two.

*Context: Inside Joke between me, my boyfriend, and his family about Canadian Kidnappers*

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Gregory: Freddy took the wheels out of my heelies because they were "unsafe." Now I have to walk down the halls like a common wench, and I am livid!

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Charlie/Puppet, to Cassidy and Evan/Golden Duo.: You know what true strength is? Forgiving a person who isn't even sorry.

Golden Duo: We'd rather be springlocked.

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Evan: Just once, I'd like to get out of bed without going through the seven stages of grief.

Sammy: What are the extra two?

Evan: Denial 2 and astral projection.

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Cassidy, to the MC: Alright, listen up you idiots.

Cassidy, to Evan: Not you Evan. You're an angel and we're glad you're here.

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Cassie: So, you're my first real friend?

Gregory: It would seem so.

Cassie: Wow....

Cassie:... I've never been so afraid of a friend before.

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Gregory:... What are you doing?

Cassie, putting blue glitter eyeshadow from a children's Cinderella makeup kit on Vanessa's eyelids while she sleeps:... Makeup practice.

Gregory:... Can I help?

Cassie: Yes

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Jeremy: Good responses for getting stabbed with a knife?

Gabriel: Rude

Fritz: That's fair

Susie; Not again

Cassidy: Are you going to want this back or can I have it?

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*Alive AU*

Teen Elizabeth, to Evan: Do you think dad is going to notice I dyed my hair?

Teen Evan, looking at the bathroom completely covered in hair dye:... Probably.

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Evan: People ask me how I got Cassidy to be friends with me. I didn't, they just picked me up like a kitten and I've been stuck with them ever since. Not that I mind.

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*Alive AU*

Charlie: What's an understudy?

Jessica: It's like a backup actor. So if you get sick or something, they take your place in the play.

Elizabeth: Yeah, or if you go missing, or get hit by a bus!

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Mark (Bonnie Mask): Did you know that you could use a crayon as a candle? In an emergency, one will burn for thirty minutes.

Simon (Freddy mask): How long does it burn if it isn't an emergency?

Michael: What does a crayon even consider an emergency?

James (Chica Mask): I think being on fire is what a crayon would consider an emergency.

Michael: Everyone considers that an emergency!

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Susie: The floor is lava!

Cassidy:*helps Evan onto the counter*

Fritz:*kicks Jeremy off the sofa*

Charlie:*laying face down on the floor*

Gabriel:... Are you okay?

Charlie: No.

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Fritz: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Susie: No

Jeremy: I did not.

Cassidy: I may have forgotten one.

Gabriel: Also no.

Fritz: Oh good, neither did I!

Charlie: *long suffering sigh*

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Cassie: Bye Roxy! Bye Gregory! Bye Freddy! Bye Vanessa! Bye Roxy!

Gregory: You said "Bye Roxy" twice.

Cassie: I like Roxy.

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Gregory: Arson? Oh, you mean Crime Brulee.

Cassie: no, no we mean arson.

Michael, possessing Glam Freddy: Crime Brulee.

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Elizabeth: We have fun! Right Evan?

Evan: I've never been more stressed out in my entire life.

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William: One day, we're going to look back on this and laugh!

Henry: I promise, every time I think of this moment, I'm going to come to your house and punch you in the face.

[walkman-cat]

please please tell me things about your detective noir au, it's been living in my head rent free since I saw it

OH BOY !! I love detective noir au soso much thankyou to @pigeonwit for writing the thing which incited me creating it and for helping me with a lot and for being enthusiastic about it ! wbwbw !!

I’ve been using it as a fun design project over a story project for the time being, so plot has been put on a back burner while i focus on research and costume design (and funky character dynamics), but I have got a random assortment of Things I’ve thought up for it wbwbw!

First things first: it’s set in 1927-1928, and I’m using a lot of uksies versions of the characters/character dynamics.

Davey’s (obviously) a Private Eye; he’s somewhat well known because he’ll take any case (it doesn’t matter if his client can’t afford his rates, he’ll solve the case for free) and will not stop until it is solved (sometimes to the detriment of his health). He clings to his morals so hard he leaves fingernail-shaped indents; he’s trying soso hard to stay afloat and keep his head above new york’s criminal underbelly (which is difficult when one of the most influential and feared mob bosses in the city has decided you’re her Good Pal). Most of what he earns goes to his family, he has to provide for them somehow, to return all they did for him somehow. He’s constantly exhausted, he doesn’t remember a time he hasn’t been exhausted.

He’s still autistic and still Jewish I’m never taking that from him wbwbw (he speaks English, Yiddish, Polish, and some Hebrew)

Jack’s the Homme Fatale character. He’s shady, he’s putting on a front, he’s very morally grey, he’s trying so desperately to escape the situation he’s in and find the means to live the life he wants to live over the live he’s been given that he sinks deeper and deeper into crime and the shadier part of the city. He was still a newsie and friends/brothers with Race and Crutchie, and is still in contact with them both.

just imagine michael jack with a long cigarette holder. Those are the vibes.

Did you see me say “unshakeable morals” when describing Davey? Yeah I lied. He killed a man in cold blood once, and he was terrified of how little he felt guilty over it, and how readily he’d kill again if he was in the same situation. The city is seeping in injustice and violence and a part of him was suffocated a long time ago. He tries not to think about it.

He also threatened to kneecap Race’s dad once <3 My guy is clinging onto the concept of Right and Wrong but also has a frequent urge to Maim Bite Kill.

Jack, despite his moral gray-ness, has never killed.

oh btw there’s javid somewhere in there. They’re very detective-thief enemies-to-annoyances-to-lovers (pidge has their dynamic in this au DOWN in this post)

Kath is simultaneously the Fast-Talking Reporter (Kit Plumber) and Dame With A Case (Katherine Pulitzer). She’s less interested in journalism as an industry than she for it’s Purpose, when she stumbles into something she shouldn’t or delves to deeply into an investigation and her bosses tell her to drop it and Forget, she goes either to Jack (as Kit) or to Davey (as Katherine)— sometimes to both.

She doesn’t know that they don’t know that Kit and Katherine are the same person (Jack has no idea Kit Plumber is anything other than a reporter, doesn’t need to ask; Davey has his suspicions over how and why an heiress has yet another case of corruption or something involving the mob, but he doesn’t voice them because she’s generous and maybe also his friend??). This leads to Shenanigans.

People whisper about Spot Conlon in fear throughout New York’s boroughs. She’s a mob boss, and her “family”’s influence has seeped so deep into the city that some people say he’s the real person running it. (Many of the Brooklyn newsies are her lieutenants). She’s also decided that Davey is one of her close friends and allies (because Lillie said that Spot and Davey would be friends and I think it’s funny that this really feared mob boss thinks Davey is his Good Pal and has him over sometimes).

She/He Spot Conlon Real (the rumours and whispers sometimes refer to Spot as a woman, sometimes as a man, and Spot couldn’t care less.)

Spot owns the speakeasy Medda runs and performs at, and it’s her “family” that supplies it with alcohol. Crutchie’s the pianist and Race is its Shady Bartender. He keeps letting Jack into the speakeasy so in retaliation she invites Davey over (with the pretence of exchanging information) because she knows Race doesn’t like Davey very much.

Race’s initial dynamic with Davey is very similar to how it is in act 1 of uksies (Race somewhat hates mostly dislikes and definitely doesn’t trust Davey). By the time the plot begins they’re on slightly better terms (they have a funky dynamic I can’t exactly explain atm but I will one day, but I’ll just say Race trusts Davey mostly because Splasher trusts Davey. Also Davey threatened to kneecap his father when his father found him so there’s also that).

Splasher and Davey have a funky found family dynamic too wbwbw!! Davey helped Splasher one time and Splasher thought he was very cool and started following him around and finding evidence for him (who let this child into mob territory who let this child look at corpses). One time Splasher found a recently-executed body in the East River and he called Davey his dad while Davey was soothing him. Davey calls him boychik.

The newsies of lower manhattan all know Davey as Splasher’s older brother/father figure and Les’ big brother. And also as the guy whose office they hang out in all the time.

Splasher also knows Spot because he’s really good friends with Pips. Pips calls Spot “Spottie”. That’s all.

I’d like it to be very clear that Davey and Jack are both having The Worst Time Of Their Lives but they look so so cool while doing it.

wbwbw that’s all i can think of now, and pretty much all that I’ve explored so far but thank you soso much for asking about detective noir au! it’s a fun time and i enjoy researching designing for it soso much wbwbw

[bunting27]

congrats on 100, love!!! <333 may i request 🍄 prompt: ❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜ with scarborough’s one and only, please?

yeah. ✏︎ m. bunting

bunting27's 100 follower celly !

a/n: i have a working theory that bunts' type is either painfully shy or as abrasive and upfront as you could possibly get. this is somehow both

prompts: “it's hot when you talk back"

wc: 0.8k

taglist: @nylwnder @sidcrosbyspuck

✏︎

y/n had never had an amazing relationship with her mom, per se. she was overbearing and strict, and she would project her insecurities onto y/n from a young age. that’s why she was shaking with nerves while she waited for her parents to come meet her and michael at a restaurant 

“if she says anything wildly inappropriate, i’m so sorry in advance, she’s just-” michael shook his head, holding her hand in his while looking down at her with soft eyes and a smile

“i can handle some criticism, if that’s what you’re expecting” she tilted her head slightly with a nod, and michael took it as a sign that the criticism he could be getting tonight would be less like what he received on the ice and more like a dissection of everything he did wrong tonight explained in detail right to his face

he had been scrolling through his phone when he felt her tense beside him, and he looked up to see a short haired woman and a tall bald man beside the table they had been sitting at.

there was no greeting before who he’d assumed was y/n’s mother went “it’s a bit rude of you both to have already ordered your drink. don’t you think you could have waited in the car so we could all get equal service?”

y/n shoved her head in both of her hands and he grabbed her hand under the table again when she had taken her arms down, then he smiled politely at her parents, ignoring the comment.

while everyone waited for the food to come out, michael, y/n and her dad all caught up and got to know each other, and the basis of what michael was learning was that y/n’s dad was a saint, and that her mother was not actually interested in meeting him, only watching him.

when the food came out, the server called for his meal first, a chicken burger with various toppings. before he could even think of signalling that it was his, her mother spoke up for the first time since her original comment

“that’s me, but i wanted the side salad, not a fry and i wanted mayo and onion with no tomato. god how hard can it be to write down an order” michael cleared his throat, and y/n glared at her mom

“jesus, mom. it’s mikey’s, not yours. sorry, honey, that's for him” she smiled politely to the waitress and he did as well, helping out by taking the plate from her so she didn’t have to reach.

her mom scoffed, and seemed satisfied enough when her plate was placed down and it was all correct.

when everyone was done, they began chatting again, save for her mom, and when the bill came out, michael offered to pay. 

“are you trying to buy my acceptance, michael? i’m well capable of-” she was cut off by y/n, who had dropped her phone on the table and sucked her teeth angrily in order to get her mom’s attention

“holy shit, mom. he’s trying to be nice! i’ve had a long day, this is one of his only nights off this week, and frankly, nobody wants to spend their free time hearing you bitch and complain about nothing. this night could not have gone better. the service, the food, michael is great. so for once in your life you need to stop picking apart everything so that you can find a reason to be a raging bitch”

her mom just looked at her with her mouth agape, her dad had a small smile, and michael just placed his hand on her thigh. he put enough cash on the table for the full bill and a generous tip before sliding out of the booth and guiding y/n to come with him. 

“bye, dad. thank you for coming” her dad nodded slightly, waving goodbye to michael and he made quick work of walking y/n out of the restaurant.

“it’s hot when you talk back” y/n smiled at the comment, biting her lip.

“this parking lot’s pretty empty and you have a really nice backseat…” he raised an eyebrow, grinning from ear to ear as he helped her into the back of his car.

he had her jeans unbuttoned in record time, and she was trying at the buttons of his shirt

“ah ah, don’t go thinking you can do whatever you want just cause i said that attitude of yours was hot, it won’t go over so well this time around” she giggled, placing herself in his lap and continuing to untie his shirt regardless 

“oh, yeah?” he smirked 

“yeah.”

[ingravinoveritas]

Why can not David just be a good actor and a good human being in your "discourse"? He cannot just play gay/ambiguous because he's a trained actor, he has to BE gay irl, there's no other explanation. He cannot wear the NB pin and be an outspoken ally because he's a good human and has always felt the unfairness of the situation, no, it means he's GAAAAY and maybe NB irl. Don't you see how you refuse his agency in your desire to objectify and imagine his sexuality as you'd like it to be?

(The Anon above is responding to this post, but I thought I would group these together since we now also have the picture of David wearing his new Pride pin.)

Hello, Anon. I realize I'm a few weeks late in responding (to this and many other Anons still waiting in my inbox), but we are still in the last few days of Pride month, as we've recently seen, so I thought I'd take a moment and address this.

First of all, I have not once anywhere on my blog ever said that David is gay, so I am not sure why you are putting words in my mouth, but doing so does nothing to help your already flimsy case. I think it's also worth noting that I am not the only one who has made the observations I have, as I've had countless people of all sexual orientations/gender identities say these things to me over DM, things many of them are afraid to say publicly because of people like you.

Secondly, it is very obvious to me that you did not at all listen to David's appearance on that podcast where he talked about Pride Month, because if you had, you would know that your attitude is the exact same type of phobic mindset he was talking about fighting against on the playground in primary school. It's the very fact that you are "defending" him from something that doesn't inherently need defending from that is the entire point that you seem to be missing. Further, when I have talked about David's sexuality, I am basing my thoughts on things David has actually said and put out into the universe, which you by contrast seem determined to ignore in favor of projecting who you think David is onto him, which seems far more like removing his agency than what you've accused me of doing. I also do not believe I am "objectifying" David's sexuality in any way, because for me, I do not care if David is straight, bi, gay, whatever--I just want him to be happy and feel that he can be free to be who he really is.

The other point of yours with which I strongly take issue is that you are trying to shove David into a narrow box when that is the very thing he was speaking against in that podcast. According to your words, he can either be a good human/actor or he is bi/enby, which gives the impression that these things are somehow mutually exclusive. My question to you is, why can't he be both? Why can't David be a good human/actor AND queer himself? What if what makes him such a good ally is that he is bi or enby and has experienced such difficulties with his identity and now wants to protect his child and others from going through something similar? And if that is the case, I'm not sure why you think that would be so awful as to resort to leaving mocking messages in my inbox.

To the points made by @hunterofartemisblog: I am so, sorry for what you went through. No child should experience something like that, let alone from a parent. I fully concur with you, however--we could speculate about David's (and Michael's) sexuality until the cows come home, but the one thing we can say for certain is that David and Michael (and Georgia) are incredible supporters of the LGBTQ+ community. Michael has been outspoken about his support for years, but I feel like David has become much more vocal in just the last year, and it is beautiful to see. Indeed, how lucky so many of us would be to have such support in our lives--from a parent, a friend, or anyone who loves and cares about us.

When I looked closely at this picture yesterday, I felt as though I could see tiredness and worry in David's eyes--which, again, could be for any number of reasons. My hope is that if he is bi or enby, that David has someone in his life to give him that support, who is letting him know that it is okay to be exactly who he is and that he is safe with them.

Clearly, there is still a lot of judgment awaiting David and/or all LGBTQ+ people who decide to be open about themselves, which may be one of the reasons why it's so hard to do exactly that. As Pride month draws to a close, I hope we can all think about how we can unlearn our own preconceived ideas about gender and sexuality--whether well-intentioned-but-misguided or outright harmful--and make this world safer for queer folks everywhere.

[bathenadaily]

Hi! New Bathena page here! I am so obsessed with these two it is actually insane, so I thought that while we wait for season 7 to premiere next year I would do a bit of writing to pass the time. I just adore writing for these two, they are so fun and their relationship, honestly, is my favourite thing in the world.

This is a one shot series that I am loving working on at the minute. Each chapter is based on a romantic quote from literature and it has been amazing for prompts to make my writing easier recently.

I will continue to post over on AO3, but I thought I would also post on here so that I can have a page dedicated to both Bathena and 9-1-1 because there are a couple other things I wanna post here too. Anywho, I'mma stop talking now. You can either click on the link to have a read, or look under the cut!

“When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.” – Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Louie de Bernières

“Hey. How’s my man?”

“I need to see you.”

“I need to see you, too, but I have to feed these kids and the roads are still a mess.”

“I need to see you. Can you come out front?”

Bobby ends the phone call before she has the chance to say anything else and, after standing there on the patio for no longer than a second, she makes her way back inside the house and past Michael who is still in the kitchen preparing dinner. She doesn’t say anything as she heads for the front door and steps outside as Bobby asked, but she fails to keep from smiling when he gives her a wave from where he stands by his car.

“You came all this way just to see me?” She asks him.

“I would have walked if I had to.” He says and she believes him entirely given the events of both their days.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

She can’t be too sure which one of them initiates it, both of them need it just as much as the other right now, but they find themselves in an embrace and she hums as she squeezes him. Neither of them have seen the other since this entire thing began and, despite her – and no doubt his – best efforts, she was never able to get in contact with him when she had a spare moment to attempt to do so. She was forced to just hang onto hope that he and the rest of the 118 were all right and the earthquake and aftershocks hadn’t touched them.

Of course, given he is holding her in his arms right now, her constant hoping hadn’t been in vain.

“You know what? I thought about knocking on the door, but I figured that wasn’t the best way for your kids to meet me for the first time.” He admits when their embrace eventually breaks, causing her to chuckle quietly.

“Yeah, that’s probably wise,” She agrees, nodding. “How was your day, honey?”

“Oh, pretty standard…” He jokes, trying and failing to disguise just how much of an effect it has had on him. The events of the day have been some he truly hopes not to experience again for a while. “I like your outfit.”

She chuckles, dropping his gaze for a second, and when she looks at him again her heart swells at the way he is looking at her with that stupid, lovesick smile she adores on his face. “I was worried about you all day.”

“I was worried about you too,” He admits. “It was nice…having something so important to worry about. I had to work hard to put it aside to get the job done. I haven’t had that in a long time.”

Her brain barely has the time to register what he just said to her, never mind form some sort of reply, before the front door opens once again and Michael quickly walks outside. “Excuse me, what is all of this silliness?”

She turns around, having had her back to him, and for a moment she is overtaken by a wave of uncertainty. She studies his face, trying to work out if he is upset or not, but his expression gives her no indication as to how he feels about this. “Hi. I’m-I’m Bobby,” Bobby holds out a hand and she unknowingly holds her breath for a second, only releasing it when Michael shakes his hand warmly. “We met a while back at Hen’s party.”

“Of course.” He nods.

“Yeah, Bobby just came to check on me.” She explains to him.

“And you have him standing out here after the day he’s probably had. Bobby, please, come inside.” He says.

“Uh, no, thank you, but maybe another time.” Bobby tries to politely refuse.

“Nonsense. I already set your plate.” Michael argues. “And, uh…the kids are excited to meet you.”

Neither one of them knows what to say when he smirks at them and turns around again, leaving them both standing there stunned, but when Athena looks at Bobby again and sees the look on his face, she shrugs. When he holds his hand out to her, she takes it in her own and they begin walking back towards the house, her other hand running down his arm before he releases her hand and wraps his arm around her shoulders. The warmth of the house hits them when they enter and she closes the door behind them, taking his hand in her own again so she can lead him down the stairs and into the kitchen where May and Harry both now are.

Having completed their task of returning the books to the bookshelf, they are washing their hands for dinner and once they have both dried their hands on the towel they turn around to face them with smiles on their faces. “May, Harry, this is Bobby,” She introduces them, gesturing up at him. “Bobby, this is May and Harry.”

“Hi.” He says, reaching out to shake both their hands.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Harry tells him. “Mom seriously just talks about you all the time.”

“Harry!” Athena laughs, looking at Bobby. “I don’t do that.”

“Yeah, Mom, you do…” May gives her arm a pat as she and Harry walk past her on their way to the table.

She rolls her eyes at that, smiling when she hears Bobby chuckle next to her before he runs a hand up and down her back. “Kids,” He teases quietly, turning his attention to May and Harry. “Don’t you just love them?”

“For their sakes, good job we do.” She gives him a nudge before grabbing one of the bowls from the counter so she can carry it over to the table. When she turns to go back for another, she sees he has just decided off his own back to help out, but it doesn’t surprise her in the slightest. That’s her man. He’s perfect in every single way, at least she thinks so, and – deep down – she’s always known this would be the way things would go the first time she brought him home to meet the family. They’d be mad not to love him.

It takes a little while, but they all eventually succeed in getting dinner on the table and then they sit down in their respective seats. She rests a hand on his knee on instinct once they are all settled and feels him give it a gentle squeeze before Michael looks at him. “Bobby, would you, uh, would you mind saying grace for us?”

“Oh, um…” Bobby stammers, caught a little off guard.

“You don’t have to if you don’t feel up to it.” Athena is quick to reassure him.

“No, I don’t mind,” He assures her, running his thumb over the back of her palm. “I’d love to.”

He begins to say grace for them once they have all taken one another’s hand around the table and, closing her eyes, Athena can’t help but smile to herself as she listens to him. Michael is normally the one to do this, so for him to give the honour to Bobby – especially given he doesn’t know him all that well yet – just proves how much he likes him and has already accepted him. That makes her happier than she can put into words. Him and the kids being so accepting of him and their relationship has made this whole thing so much easier for her to deal with. They think he is amazing and she just knows things are only going to improve from here.

They have to.

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“Yes! We win!” Harry cheers.

“You only won because you have Bobby on your team,” May grumbles. “You and Dad are hopeless.”

“Says you,” He retorts. “That dog you drew earlier was terrible.”

“It was a leopard, genius.” She corrects him.

“Exactly…” He makes a face. “You just can’t draw, accept it.”

“You know what?” She sets her glass of lemonade down, beginning to stand from the couch.

“Okay!” Athena stops her with a hand on her arm, de-escalating the situation. “I think that’s enough.”

Bobby chuckles, turning his head in Michael’s direction. “Nothing like a bit of sibling rivalry.”

“Mmm. There’s sibling rivalry and then there’s whatever these two have,” Michael jokes. “World War Three.”

Shaking her head, Athena reaches for her cell-phone next to her on the couch and takes a look at the time. Nearly half-past ten. The time has quite literally gotten the better of them, it was only half-past seven when they started the game. “I think we should call it a night before things have the chance to get any more out of hand,” She admits as she sets her cell-phone down again, reaching for her wine glass and downing the last of her drink before standing from the couch and taking her glass into the kitchen. She returns moments later and wraps an arm around Harry, drawing him close. “Besides, I have the morning shift again tomorrow, so.”

“It sucks that you can’t even have the day off when there’s been an earthquake.” He grumbles.

“Yeah, well, unfortunately, baby, idiots don’t stop being idiots just because of a natural disaster.” She tells him.

Her words cause Michael, Bobby and May to chuckle before Bobby does the same as her and takes a look at the time on his phone before returning it to the back pocket of his pants. “I should be making a move too,” He says, standing from the couch and turning to look at Michael. “I appreciate you inviting me in for dinner.”

“Any time.” Michael assures him, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“I’ll, uh…I’ll come see you out,” Athena decides before looking at Michael. “Can you get this one to bed?”

Michael nods before she gives Bobby a minute to say goodbye to May and Harry, sheer happiness flooding through her when her son gives him a fist-bump, and once the kids have started heading to their rooms she runs a hand down his arm. He catches her hand and they make their way through the sitting area, heading for the front door again so they can leave the house. The temperature has dropped, she can feel it, and she shivers a little. It was barely anything, but he still drops her hand so he can wrap an arm around her and pull her closer to him. Always such a gentleman, that’s her man. It’s one of the reasons she loves him.

It takes them less than a minute to reach his car and when they do she turns to him, chuckling when he lays his hands on her waist while she lets her own run down his arms through the sleeves of his jacket. “Tonight was…unexpected…to say the least, but I seriously don’t think it could have gone better.” She says truthfully.

“Same here,” He agrees. “You haven’t stopped smiling all night either, so that’s been nice.”

“I’m happy,” She shrugs, taking a step closer to him. “It feels strange saying that given today – before you came, it was the last word I would have used – but I am. Everything in my life feels pretty perfect right now.”

“Mine too.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

His mouth is on hers in the next moment, warm yet demanding at the same time, and she makes a sound in the back of her throat as her hands move back up his arms. She slips her arms around his neck as she rises onto her tiptoes in an attempt to sort their height issue, her tongue teasing his bottom lip until he gives in to her while his hands slip underneath the hem of her shirt and come to rest upon the warm skin of her waist. Regardless of the growing passion between them, the kiss is still long and slow and neither feel the need to hurry things given both her kids are well on their way to bed now. Thankfully, they are able to take their time.

As one hand rests on the back of his neck, keeping him where she wants him, the other ventures up into his hair and she has no qualms about leaving him dishevelled. She allows her fingers to run freely through the strands as his mouth moves over hers, curling them into them and letting her nails run along his scalp every now and then, and when he pulls her further into him she grins into the kiss. “You are a terrible influence on me, you know that?” She breathes, pulling away for a moment to catch her breath before kissing him again.

“Oh, sure, Sergeant…” He smirks, moving her backward until her back hits his car. “I’m the bad influence…”

She indulges him for a short while longer, permitting not only him but herself to savour the moment, before she brings a hand to his chest and pushes him back a little, bringing their kiss to an incredibly reluctant end. “As much as it kills me to do this, I…I actually should be calling it a night, I think.” She tells him breathlessly.

“I understand.” He assures her, running the back of a finger down her cheek and kissing her once more.

“I love you. You know that, right?”

“Of course. I love you too.”

“No, I mean,” She steps further into him, wrapping her arms tight around him and resting her chin upon his chest as she looks up at him. “I really love you. I want things with you that, not too long ago, I swore I never wanted again. May and Harry already think you’re wonderful, I think Michael has already claimed you as his new best friend, and…I don’t know…I don’t see this as just another fling. I don’t want you going anywhere.”

He smiles. “Yeah, well, that’s not something you have to worry about. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” She whispers, closing her eyes when he kisses her nose. “I gotta go get some sleep.”

“You do,” He stamps a kiss onto her forehead. “Be safe out there tomorrow, okay?”

“I will.” She rolls her eyes playfully at his overprotectiveness, adoring him for it at the same time.

When he takes his arms from around her, she moves out of the way so he can get into his car and starts to make her way back towards the house. She stops just before she gets there and waves, watching him pull out of the drive before heading inside once his car is out of sight. Unable to keep from yawning, she brings a hand to her mouth as she walks down the stairs, and she sees that Michael has returned from putting Harry to bed and is now settled on the couch again. “You want another glass of something before bed?” He asks.

“Nah,” She shakes her head. “Honestly, I have no idea how I even managed this long. I’m exhausted.”

He chuckles under his breath. “You go to bed. I’ll sort the dishes.”

“You sure?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Go before I change my mind.” He teases, pointing in the direction of the bedroom.

She smirks at his teasing before doing as he said, stopping just before she makes her way inside the room and turning to him. “I want to thank you for what you did tonight,” She tells him. “Bobby and I appreciated it.”

“You don’t need to thank me.” He frowns.

“I do,” She argues. “You’re being amazing about all of this and that makes it so much easier for me.”

“He’s a good guy and he makes you happy,” He points out. “And if you’re happy then everyone’s happy.”

She laughs at that. “Can’t argue with that. I mean it though, thank you. It means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome,” He replies. “Now go get some sleep.”

She decides not to respond with words, choosing instead to actually enter the bedroom this time and close the door behind her before starting to get ready for bed. It takes her longer than she would have liked, what with her having to remove her make-up and everything, but eventually she is in her pajamas and getting into bed. She groans with relief as her head hits the pillow and she pulls the quilt up to her chin, her eyes falling closed as she allows herself to relax completely for the first time in however many hours. She is exhausted, she aches, and the last thing she wants to do is get up in a couple hours, but she refuses to complain at all.

Her happiness outweighs all that.

There was a time, not all that long ago, that she honestly thought her relationship with Michael came to an end and that was it. Of course, there was the fling, but she entered into that knowing full well she didn’t want to pursue an actual relationship. All she cared about was the intimacy side of things. Not with Bobby though. The intimacy side of things with him is outstanding, she can’t lie, he fulfils her every need and more, but that side of things isn’t the only thing that matters to her. She adores him. She actually sees a future with him, a very real future, and he has proven to her in not-so-subtle ways that he is on the exact same page as she is.

She knows they need to take their time with things, not only because she wants to make sure there are no mistakes but also because she has two kids to think about, but she knows exactly what she wants from him. Somewhere down the line, she hopes to be married to him and for them and the kids to be a proper family. She craves that stability and that routine and she wants that for both her kids also. She wants to be content.

Bobby can offer the three of them that, she has no doubt.

For the time being though, she is more than comfortable with the way things are between them.

Her life is perfect at the moment and she is more than willing to wait for the better things still to come.

More than willing.

[brandnewhuman]

TW FOR MENTIONS OF SA AND ABUSE

THE WORST TAKES EVER ARE BACK

And the category is me ranting about how everyone how everyone has failed my myers bitch once again

I was watching the new Halloween movies and I was thinking about how loomis and sartain have been one of the worst presences in his life

Like they both used him in different ways. Loomis used him as a way to get recognition and has done a very poor job at helping him, he looked like he almost just wanted to prove that Michael was bad to his core and there was nothing he could do for him just to not face the consequences of not have been of help for him. He just kept pushing the 'he's not redeemable' narrative

And I DON'T IF ITS JUST ME BEING SENSITIVE TO THIS THING AND PROJECTING MY OWN SHIT ONTO THINGS BUT SARTAIN NOT ONLY LOOKED DOWNRIGHT OBSESSED BUT I FELT LIKE THERE WAS A SORT OF HARASSMENT AND SEXUAL ABUSE FROM HIS PART

Like BRO YOU CAN'T TELL ME ITS NOT TRUE. that scene when they hit Michael the car and he's touching him ecc not only was very uncomfortable to watch but it was just...idk it was really off putting and it honestly gives a hint of unspoken abuse

And thinking about it, It's not that crazy to think. He has never had a life, someone showing him what is right or wrong to let other people do to you ecc and he's only options to put trust on are either doctors, guards or nurses

That place is a shithole, I can see people who worked there giving up on him and just doing the bare minimum or even option to drug him just to avoid anything that had to do with taking actual care with Michael.

Sartain was obsessed, and morbidly so that paired with that scene its really enough proof.

I DON'T CARE HOW WRONG YOU THINK I AM, THIS IS MY TRASH CAN OF A BLOG AND I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO BELIEVE ARE FACTS OR NOT

JUST SAYING, IF THE PEOPLE WHO PRODUCE HALLOWEEN LET ME WRITE FOR THEM I EAT IT UP LIKE A CHAMP

[whetstonefires]

Hi, I like your mdzs meta (and am interested in the hopefully forthcoming yzy meta) but even that of fandoms I’m not in (your final fantasy meta about the differences in canonical vs fanonical sartorial choices due to coding was enlightening, and I didn’t even know it was dark.) For the ask game: 🦷🐇 🦴 P.S. if you haven’t found it the eldest sibling cinematic universe is all tagged naruto?

thank you! :DDD i do meta posts primarily because i Have Thought that wants to be heard, but it's delightful for it to actually be wanted lmao.

i have filtered my blog for 'naruto' through three different methods without finding the ask where i was asked to crosscast mdzs and naruto. it is a Hidden Value for some reason. if someone finds it, please send me the link through dm or something.

haha only white things! three white items! tooth-bunny-bone.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

So when you own a lot of stuff it is so so important to store it in the most organized way you can manage, because the [task burden] of finding the desired item needs to be low enough to keep you from giving up on finding your own things when you want them, because that makes them useless to you.

This is especially important for things like craft supplies and hardware. Put the same kinds of things together, in a closed, clearly labeled container, with some kind of internal partitioning by sub-category, as much as you possibly can.

Take as much of the burden of locating your possessions off Future You as you can; I know it feels like a tiresome outlay of effort in the present keeping you from dedicating the time to actual [activity], but once you make a habit of it it's very much a stitch-in-time-saves-nine that will make [activity] more accessible to you.

This doesn't mean you need to Buy Product, although some of the stuff that's sold for organizing can be very useful. I keep all my embroidery floss in a small wooden chest I bought at a tag sale, sorted by color family into little plastic baggies. So it's fairly trivial now to go in and see 'what reds do I have?' choose one.

Then I transfer the hanks I'm using for my current project into the transparent plastic box with a snap-on lid I got for one dollar from Michaels Crafts, where the embroidery needles live fulltime, and bundle just that into a basket or bag with the hoop and fabric, while the rest of the chest can go back in the closet until it's time to put the remainder away again. Maneuvering the box physically in and out of the closet becomes the hardest part of accessing the materials.

The ability to pick up and move a whole project at once is also very valuable for anyone without like, a whole designated Crafting Area in their space. And for people who do have that, but are always being impeded by their own clutter.

If you have a basket or tray or something you can stack all of a given project onto and whisk away to clear your worksurface at need, you'll be much more likely to actually commit to working on that project when you want to, without feeling burdened by the future opportunity cost of having to completely finish and/or abort progress on it if something else comes up.

Probably not everyone gets stuck on that, especially people who only work on one thing at a time, but I think there are enough people like me that giving yourself permission to use the 'sewing basket hack' is valuable. There are big downsides to burying yourself in stuff in the effort to keep it all near to hand and accessible, but there are also definite, meaningful costs to having to put everything away in its Own Place every time you're interrupted, especially if you have trouble with any part of executive function.

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

Egad I have never attempted a reader-insert in the contemporary style. Honestly, I can't stand them.

Writing in the second person is all well and good for textural reasons, but as a way to 1) compensate for the evidently dreadful imagination skills of the audience and 2) shield the writer from responsibility for their own writing choices, I consider the 'reader insert' to be an overall cowardly and limiting construct.

I would much rather see a fic that instructs me to understand myself as a four-foot-tall electric blue parrot than one that attempts to narrate a 'me' generic enough to be plausible to any potential reader; when the 'you' is a giant parrot with discernible preferences and goals it is, of course, an original character.

In fact, so is every reader insert, they're just usually terrible ones. Attempting to write an OC with no traits is so sad.

Anyway I'm fully capable of projecting myself onto a parrot if I want. Otoh I'm not shameless enough to publish old-fashioned self-insert fic, which is a different less craven stylistic approach to the same goal, which is only partly because I was trained on anti-OC backlash and mostly because my standards are such that the few attempts are either 1) plotless exercises in self-gratification which aren't worth finishing once the fun part of drafting the entertaining scene is done or 2) agonizingly honest. I don't feel like being quite that honest with the internet, ty.

I love character creation though so OCs good yes.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

Like. Besides the obvious, given this is a fanfic ask game afaik? Uhm. Diana Wynne Jones' body of work; the way she structured the narratives of her children's novels so the inherent unreliability of any narrator was maximized and played a vital role in mediating between the story and the reader.

I am not naturally good at playing keep-away with information, but I recognize it as a vital writing skill because context is so vital to the experience of media, so I pay close attention to how this sort of sleight of hand is accomplished. I also really appreciated Jones' relative lack of talking down to her child audience.

[bylerisrequited]

May I kindly ask for some things about subtext regarding Mike being LGBTQ+ in some way? Not as like a "Oh Byler will never be canon" sort of way, but in a "I really want to understand this community and I'm fully open to the idea of Byler being canon" sort of way :)

mike has been queer-coded since episode one. just like will has. within the second episode of season one we see mike literally and figuratively hiding el in his closet and then proceeding to have a whole conversation with his mom about how he doesn't "have to hide anything" from her. karen specifically telling mike that he shouldn't hide anything about how he's feeling about the whole will situation while el, a girl, is in his closet. smh. then we get tons of moments where mike is going bonkers off the rails trying to find will. mike was the only one who wanted to do that in the first place. mike immediately dismissing el and pushing her away when he sees will's "body" because he thought that his best friend could be alive. mike never once hesitating when troy suggested that he jump off the cliff, he immediately went for it. he did it to protect dustin yeah but he knew that it was the spot will "died" in. he knew that if he jumped in the same spot will "died" in he'd be able to see his best friend again somehow. mike being the only one awake at the hospital because he wanted to see will and then he was the first one to hug will when he woke up. mike smiling like a lovesick puppy at will during their dnd game at the end of season one.

then in season two we get mike immediately hating max and questioning why dustin & lucas like her so much. love at first sight contradiction? he doesn't believe in it. he also most definitely was jealous of the idea of will liking max as much as dustin & lucas. mike basically biting the parties heads off when they tried to help will after his episode in episode two. mike being the one to suggest that they go crazy together <3 <3. mike noticing when will is quiet quiet and when something is going on with him. mike being the one to notice that will is missing when they're looking for dart. mike immediately going to the byers' house after school to check on will and when he senses danger he forces joyce to let him help. mike using the will™ voice when suggesting that will is a superspy and that they can stop the mind flayer together, cue gay hand hold initiated by mike. mike being the first one to realize what the mind flayer made will do and immediately going to try and stop the guards. michael "it was the best thing i've ever done" wheeler crying his eyes out in the shed. mike's instant look of regret once he forces will to dance with the girl at the snowball.

mike's lip glances and blushing during the movie theater scene lol lol. mike projecting himself through anger onto will which he instantly regrets. mike biking through the rain to apologize to el but not caring about el's anger and how she broke up with him. mike getting scared by the girls lingerie and flustered by the men in the sauna 💀. mike staring gayly at will for the entirety of episode four. what if you want to join another party??!?!?!?!? gay smile ensues fr fr fr fr fr. TWO gay hugs with mike sobbing. "but, lately, i guess i've been feeling... distant from you. like you're... you're pulling away from me or something. and i guess... if i'm being really honest, that's what scares me. i don't want things to change." being said by hopper while we see mike looking back at the byers' house and walking into his house and hugging his mom, parallel to season one when he found will's body!!!! mike, according to lucas, moping around all year after the byers moved away and not leaving his room and only playing nintendo.

michael ignoring will's hug. mike caring more about will lying than el lying. michael acting like he didn't reach out to will but in actuality HE DID because or dustin's "he won't stop whining about it" comment. mike seeing letters as romantic hence why he didn't give will any (that we know of 😉). michael "i feel like i lost you" wheeler!! "cool." "cool." gay smile. triple take btw btw. mike nodding along to will's speech about not being able to say the truth. mike moving away slightly from will when he gets even an inch closer to him at suzie's. GAY LONGING HOMOSEXUAL STARES in the van scene and the WILL™ voice and the smiling and the nodding and the painting and the excitement and the disappointment when told that el commissioned it. mike only telling el ily because of will and then him projecting his feelings for will onto el in the monologue. mike grabbing will's shoulder, superspy parallel!! and saying that they'll stop vecna together. gay ass boy literally. also mike seeing will bathed in sunlight so he views him as a ray of sunshine end of discussion.

this isn't even an actual explanation it's just me ranting about all of the gay things mike does around will LMAO i'm sorry if you wanted something more thought out but i hope this helps

[deanismysavior]

unrelated but I wanted to just ramble about some byeler scenes and wanted to hear your take on it.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the mike/will scenes in the airport and at the roller rink. we as the audience already know HOW much mike projects his own feelings and frustrations and pushes that blame off of himself (dear goodness i love him so much but he’s so dramatic all the time <3).

We’ve seen this in prior seasons! ex: mike getting mad at will in s3, and being annoyed at will for wanting to still play dnd with him, while knowing he didn’t focus enough time for his best friend (and projecting that into the questions to will about girlfriends and wanting to play dnd).

he does this CONSTANTLY in s4, which honestly showcases byeler so strongly to me. mike does this when he brushes off will’s ecstatic hug attempt. mike does this when he gets mad at will for “ruining the day” by rolling his eyes and not talking (whereas mike is the one BARELY engaging with will since he arrived in cali). he does this when he gets mad at will for “not reaching out”, and when will debunks that argument, mike denies it and says “that’s not true”, and, “you should’ve reached out more”, and “why am i the bad guy?”. if this doesn’t showcase mike’s own behavior to a tee, i don’t know what does. mike does it once again when will asks about their relationship and the letters he sends to el, and mike gets mad and just says something along the lines of “el is my girlfriend, and we’re friends.” (defensive much? why would his friendship with will somehow get in the way of his relationship with el and vice versus….unless?) (there’s MANY more examples of this too)

THESE are mike’s feelings. whenever mike tries to deflect and blame someone else’s behavior, it’s himself all along. hell, he even does this with el! when she mentions he hasn’t said “i love you”, he just says, “i say it.” we know he doesn’t. he knows he doesn’t. she even pulls out the letters that all say “from, mike” on them. instead of owning up to his blatant lie, he shifts the blame to “other people” getting in the way of their relationship (alluding to???????) (also if i don’t quote this scene correctly or make it more vague is bc i don’t have the scene on hand)

why in the world would there be any reason for mike to need to consistently deflect people’s questions about his feelings? why does he feel the need to shift the blame onto others when they call out his strange behavior? (poor mike is the KING of projecting <3 i love him dearly though)

anyways, spare thoughts? i’m going kinda crazy about this by myself so i’d love some feedback.

Oh gosh. Michael "Blame Shifter" Wheeler. There's so much to say about him. I think your assessment of his actions is absolutely correct, Mike's knee-jerk reaction to everything is to get defensive first, but I'm so glad because we REALLY see him work on that this season with Will. I think he finally recognizes this pattern in himself and is ready to start owning his shit a bit more. We not only see this in Mike's apology to Will, but we also start to see him take accountability before he gets interrupted by Argyle in Surfer Boy Pizza. And though we never get to hear what he was going to say to El, tonally it felt like he was really going to explain himself and why he couldn't say he loved her.

I mean he's definitely hiding something about his feelings, because even at the end of s3, when El confronts him about how he blurted out I love you in the cabin, he tries to deny he ever said anything, says he doesn't remember, and says it was in "the heat of the moment," which are things you would generally say to someone if you didn't want them to know how your felt. It wouldn't make sense in the context of Mike and El's relationship because they've been together for six months and there would be no stakes of losing someone by telling them you love them in that scenario. You could plausibly chalk that up to his not wanting to say it first, but then we get the awkward kiss and the face of utter confusion after. That's not how you react to your girlfriend reciprocating your love for her.

And then we get all of the blame shifting around feelings when it comes to Will, (i.e. It's not my fault you don't like girls), and when we put this pattern together, it's a lot more telling. When Mike is refusing to talk to Will and being petty with him for not reaching out, we see Mike again in this state of being distant and suppressing, but then blaming the distance on Will. So Mike is creating a good deal of that distance, but he doesn't actually want it, and instead he's upset that Will isn't seeing through that he doesn't want space (so it's almost like a double blame shift here), and that's why he acts so petty with him in Lenora: Mike is simultaneously blaming Will for his own feelings towards Will and he's blaming Will for not being attentive to those feelings, even though Will has no clue about them and also reads Mike's weirdness as Mike pushing him away.

We see so much deflection of Mike's own feelings in his scenes with El this season because he's grappling with so much internally. If he really felt that way about El, it would be easy to tell her since she's already told him and he'd have no stakes in losing her if he told her, but he doesn't tell her because he doesn't actually feel that way, and then blame shifts to other people interfering in their relationship because he's not ready to acknowledge that he doesn't feel about his girlfriend the way he should.

To me, his actions read a lot like him desperately trying to hold onto to what he has while he's sorting his shit out. He's buying himself time with El by deflecting her questions, and he's buying himself time by pushing Will away, because then he doesn't have to acknowledge what's really wrong here.

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Check In

What I Did Today

Signed my exit papers from my old job

Juiced

Saw Black Panther

What I Learned Today

The guy who ghosted me after I told him I liked him at least can stand around me and smile and make eye contact instead of being a DWEEB

Feeling

Sick; I still had a headache and that had me depressed a bit today, but once it got a little better, I fought to do my juicing; I started feeling nauseous before I needed to get ready to go to the movies with some of my old colleagues (and the guy I told I had a crush on who did NOT reciprocate lol) to see Black Panther; I doubted if I should go, but pushed through; my sweet friend surprised me with $40 :) She's so sweet, with and without the generous gifts; I get car sickness so with the already present nausea, it was not good; I had that feeling where I needed to spit up and I knew vomit was coming next; the sweet Lyft driver navigated through heavy ass 5 PM Friday traffic ON A STEEP HILL, pulled over, let me throw up, didn't make me feel bad about it; I didn't even get out of the car, just had one foot on the pavement; I thought she was going to kick me out FOR SURE...but she didn't; she didn't even turn up her nose; she was just like, "You good?," with a smile and got back on the road; I felt so loved; I thought about going back home, but realized I felt so much better after throwing up!; when I showed up to the theater, I saw the group...and that guy; they smiled and waved; one girl said, "Your twist out is cute as always," and another said, "Ooh, you smell good," right in front of the guy too lmfaooooo if they only knew...I got to thank a colleague who gave me a lot of great feedback on my progress who I had never met in person; Turns out unbuttered popcorn is good for an upset stomach and all movie theater popcorn is unbuttered! who knew?! Ate that and an apple juice and felt a bit better; I only needed to leave the theater one time to let me body dump the mess during the movie lol, but thankfully this time it was out the back end; I missed Michael B Jordan's entrance, but caught the tail end of he and Shuri's scene...all in all, not bad!; I still have a headache when I get up quickly so I'll need to see with the doctor what the heck it's being caused by...I want to get referred out to a sports neurologist because Kaiser always gives me the same tests and diagnosis; I don't know if it's something I'm eating that's making me nauseous or if it's related to a head injury

Loved; a CEO of this energy company reposted a podcast episode where I was interviewed about my journey then hit me up again to take me out to coffee; I didn't ask him too, I don't know how he found the episode that was released last year or why he posted it; it was random and felt a little aggressive and I am pretty sure I don't want to take his offer to work for his company, but I'll grab coffee with him; because of his post, his network and mine have been reacting to it and it feels like a lot of unnecessary attention at this time; it caused one person to reach out who I have kind of been avoiding and I had to remind him not to give me advice right now because EVERYONE I talk to these days has something to say...must be like how new parents feel; I'm not a know-it-all, but people have to understand advice is not always wanted/needed, you should ask people first; people just be giving advice without knowing your circumstances; just be projecting and insensitive; some want the best for you, others just want to project their fears onto you; I DON'T need that energy right now...

Takeaways

Life is great, I have great friends, I just need to show up, and I will; my future is bright

I love that the Bible App cycles the prayer lists you create and sends a reminder whenever you want to pray daily

I’m getting more comfortable with telling others I was let go, which means the pain from it is going away daily; it’s affecting my ego a little less today than it did last week

I have a crush on Tenoch Huerta from Black Panther: Wakanda Forever; I don't care for superhero movies, but that movie was great!...sooo much male & female eye candy in that movie! The bodies! My gosh! goals!!

Goals After Today

Strengthen my relationship with God

Understand the main concepts I need to from Interview Cake, AlgoExpert, etc. in less 3 months

Drop my body fat percentage

Use social media/YouTube less

Improve my relationship with my family

Be more confident & faithful

Move more during my day

DRINK MORE WATER!

Get back on the ball

Be kinder to myself and stop guilting myself if my energy isn't always on 100%

Go on a date with a guy I actually like who actually likes me too

Find a therapist

Figure out what keeps making me sick...

[dxppercxdxver]

hey juno! 🌙! anyways, I have no clue what jonnymike deathtrap au is but it sounds decently cool!

also, one if you have from any wips with disability rep please!

also this is unrelated but I heard roses was about gay trauma and deep water, and jaws? what inspired that?

P.S. I’ve asked about hhsa for the past two asks, but, that juno character in it and their mysterious nature or disappearance is fascinating so if you have anything on that that would be cool

also P.S. stop sign junction is cool but already was asked so if there’s anything else about it to say and you want feel free to elaborate on it too

P.P.S i just realized spytown means saf and hadestown that’s so cool I’m not necessarily asking about that (unless you want) I just wanted to say this

hello again moonon!!!! once again you are being so kind to me with all of this, so let me see if i can indulge you

once again, putting this all under a cut because. Long

jonnymike deathtrap au is. a very self indulgent project i need to finish, but to try to summarize a deeply and stupidly complicated premise as best as i can, it's a crossover of three different pieces of media? through dumb circumstances me and @firstmatedville wrote a self indulgent crossover where mike nelson (of mystery science theater 3000) and jonny d'ville (of hit band the mechanisms) fell in love and had an epic romance. and then i decided to cross that over with my favorite play, deathtrap, which is a gay murder mystery about a playwright and his ingenue murdering his wife. it is So Much Fun and ransom's been yelling at me to finish and i am so sorry i haven't yet

MICHAEL. (Gestures to the body, almost proud.) Right on the rug. You can’t fault me for neatness.

JOEL. Mickey… What have you done.

MICHAEL. Exactly what I intended, my love.

JOEL. Don’t call me that.

MICHAEL. Why ever not, dear?

JOEL. You— Who are you?

MICHAEL. I’m the same person I’ve always been.

JOEL. No. No. You are a stranger to me, Mickey. (MICHAEL steps away from the body to come comfort her husband, but JOEL scrambles backwards with an aborted sob.) Get away from me.

MICHAEL. (Holds up hands in surrender.) As you wish. (Moves back to JONATHAN’S body, rotating his corpse so it’s parallel with the long side of the rug. Begins to roll the carpet over him, but pauses.) Your heart seems to have taken it.

JOEL. But for how long? When the police start asking questions, when his family comes knocking, what happens then?

MICHAEL. No one will know. (Keeps rolling up the body into a little corpse carpet taco.) Listen, once I get the ball rolling with this new script, we’re gonna take a long vacation, far from anywhere, a place where you can stay and rest, and where I can take care of you. A little cabin in the mountains, maybe.

JOEL. What, so you can kill me too?

MICHAEL. Why ever would I do such a thing? I did this—all of this—for you.

next up, disability rep!! i'm not sure i have any wips with that rn beyond what background disability i include in all my characters, but i did just publish a where or when fic that talks about a character's (non-canonical unfortunately) disability! linked here

third, the inspiration behind roses!! i am a certified autistic gayboy that hyperfixated on jaws upon watching it in october of 2020 and decided that the main characters martin brody and matt hooper had Something kinda homoerotic going on and also Latched Onto Hooper like a barnacle. so i wanted to do an examination of like. queer sexuality and disability and mental health in the 1970s. because both of these are characters with troubled pasts who are Going To End Up Mega Traumatized. and i wanted to examine what their lives might be like after the events of the movie!! i can go more in depth if you want later, but that's the basic gist :)

fourthly, juno in herronimus!! and his mysterious habit of disappearing!! i don't really have a passage that exemplifies this, so i'll just tell you about him!! idk how much nat's told you about the story, but juno's whole deal is that he's unstuck in time! in the flashback, he disappears because he's tried to make a deal with the main antagonist and instead gets swallowed by it and transformed into a bird, and he remains in that form for about twenty or thirty years until someone breaks him free and he becomes a Teenager again. so he's got a lot of memory issues and tends to wander off and not quite be grounded all the time bc he's like. All Knocked Out Of Time. and i care him Very Deeply

fifth!! fifhtly!! i think there's one character in stopsign junction i haven't talked about yet, which is an as yet unnamed rapscallion who has a bit of An Agenda. they're not evil, per se? but they're very possessive and distrusting and kind of want theo for themself, and when he doesn't work with them when they want they get Real Weird about it. big goth androgyny vibes, but this character is also subject to change bc i'm not Super set on them

aaaaaand finally, spytown!! spytown is mostly a published series/au that i've been working on with my beloved spytuals (@/szollibisz, @/considerablecolors, @/owen-not-carvour, @/teethworm, etc.) that's a crossover of spies are forever with hadestown. i left off in the middle of a fic where curt!orpheus and owen!eurydice meet, and it so so gentle (music!! love!! domesticity!!) but i just lost steam on it? series is available to be read on my ao3 here

once again, thank you so so much for letting me gush about all these stories!! blorbos from my brain <3