#also something about gay people and plane crashes

[piratefishmama]

Fake it till you make it | Part 11

“Be careful, Eddie” were Wayne’s words as he hugged his nephew goodbye, knowing he wouldn’t see him for a whole week and honestly still being a little worried about it “if you think even for one minute that something’s off, just… just get out of there, alright?”

“I know, I know, I’ll bolt through the woods and hitchhike my way home, I know the way, Wayne, I got this.” He could read a compass, he’d be able to get a map from any gas station and head home, he was resourceful, an adult, he could handle himself.

“Damn right you got this, son. But… be careful in other ways too, alright? Steve’s a charmin boy, but… remember this ain’t real.” Eddie had bitten his bottom lip at that one, brows furrowed in thought, those big brown eyes of his swirling in emotion, he never did hide his feelings well, it’d always be a little real for him. “Protect this” Wayne poked his chest with a gentle prod, right over Eddie’s heart “okay?”

“Mhm, I will…” he’d try to anyway. Steve really was… charming. An his kisses? God his kisses… but also... it really was the closest he’d ever been to what romance ought to be, what a relationship ought to be, he never thought he’d have that.

The world didn’t appear to be moving fast enough for him to truly experience romance as most people did.

He had to remember that he didn’t have that.

“Eddie! C’mon you’re in the back with me!” Steve called from the garage door, behind which the car was rumbling, their bags packed into the back, Steve’s parents already inside, ready to go. The longest Eddie had ever been away from Wayne since arriving in Hawkins, was three days during a weekend trip to Indy with the band to play at a slightly bigger venue than the Hideout as a one off.

A favour for his favourite gay bar when a live act they’d scheduled pulled out last minute. It hadn’t gotten them a lot of exposure, but it’d been a fun and enlightening night for the band.

“Best get on, son, I’ll see you in a week. Call when you can alright? Don’t care if you wake me up or about no damn time zones, just call, I’ll answer, an if I don’t, you know the plant’s number.” Tight lipped, strained smile, Eddie nodded quickly then turned on his heel and graced Steve with a brilliant smile, game on.

“I don’t wish to alarm anyone, but... did we miss a turning?” Eddie may have been unusually quiet for the first leg of their journey, nerves having hit him like a truck the second they pulled out of Loch Nora, but he was paying attention to his surroundings.

And those surroundings, were all too quickly, Fort Wayne International Airport.

“You don’t honestly expect rich people to drive the whole way to Canada do you?” Steve’s voice was amused and came from so very close to his ear that he actually jumped, quickly turning in his seat, back plastered against his side of the back seat, eyes wide as he took in and processed what Steve said. “Plus, what would you rather do, spend nearly two days in a car with my parents—”

“We’d make wonderful road trip companions, don’t be rude Steven” came his mother’s interruption

Steve ignored it in favour of continuing his point “—orr… around ten hours in one of those with a brief stop off in Chicago.” Steve leaned inward, uncaring of personal space as he pointed to a plane, ascending into the heavens from the runway.

“I don’t—” he didn’t know. He’d never been on a plane before. Trips like that, across country, they were the stuff of road trip legend, but Steve had a point…

Two whole days of a trip stuck in a car. Or just ten hours. Eddie’s eyes skipped to the window again, to the plane now disappearing beyond the overcast cloud cover.

“It’ll be okay, Eds, I’ll sit right next to you the whole time, you’ll be okay.”

“What if we crash? What if it falls out of the sky? What’ll you do?”

“My best to keep you safe.” It was so earnest, coupled with Steve gently taking his hands and giving them a squeeze, eyes so full of raw honesty, of understanding, it hit Eddie directly in all his soft gooey bits. “I’ll hold your hand through the whole ten hours if you want.”

“Even during the stop in Chicago?”

“Hah, yeah baby, even during the stop in Chicago.”

“They’re a lot more openminded in Chicago too!” Lynda spoke up without turning her head, allowing Eddie to not get stuck on baby for too long “might get a few looks from people passing through the airport but nobody will say anything, and if they do, they deal with us.”

“If we had enough time during the stop we’d have taken a trip around the city, let you boys see some of the sights we’ve seen, but alas, our connection gives us an hour at most depending on everything being on time, and that’s just enough time to get us from one gate to the next.” John added as he pulled into the long stay parking lot. “Maybe some other time, some other family trip, eh Eddie?”

Eddie’s wide eyes turned to the front of the car, then back to Steve again, lips parted ever so slightly in surprise. Not surprise over the words used, but the feeling those words caused. Family trip. They were including him on future family trips.

Steve’s eyes quickly snapped from him to the front of the car and back again, then a warm smile blossomed on his lips. He lifted his hand and ever so carefully brushed a stray curl back behind Eddie’s ear, and asked so softly as his thumb lowered to brush along his jawline. “Right, Eddie?”

“Y-yeah… yeah I’d… I’d love that.” He turned his head fully toward the drivers seat, he’d never been too good at hiding his emotions, so maybe he was just a little choked up when he accepted the offer “I’d really love that.”

“Great!” The car came to a stop in one of the many parking bays, ignition off, driver side door opened “It’s settled then.” Settled. Eddie would privately mourn the knowledge that it’d never come to fruition, but… on the surface he could pretend he was excited for a future trip for the sake of the ruse. “Now boys if you could get the bigger bags out the trunk that’d be a big help! This back of mine isn’t as sturdy as it used to be.”

“You’re forty-six and go jogging almost every morning, don’t be stupid John.” Lynda whapped her husband with her handbag in gentle, semi-amused admonishment before getting out of the car.

Followed by her husband who, in a hushed tone replied with “don’t tell them that, Lynda, save us the work.” Leaving the two boys to breathe soft laughs between themselves before they too joined the older couple out in the parking lot.

“Steve...” Eddie hissed as they neared check-in.

“What?”

“I have weed” said through his teeth.

“What?” Steve paused.

“I have weed… I have weed in my suitcase.”

“You have what?!” Steve rounded on him, sentence ended with a pointed hiss

“I didn’t know we’d be flying to Canada, Steve, maybe you should tell people when you’re planning on launching them into the troposphere in a death tube!”

“Why would you bring weed on a holiday with my parents, Eddie?!”

“SHHHH, be quiet. I thought I might need it to chill out if I was freaking out at some point during the week like right now, I could really do with it right now.”

“Oh my god.”

“Steven? Is something wrong?” Lynda’s voice had them both snapping to attention, eyes wide, caught in the act. Luckily she had no idea what that ‘act’ was.

“Nope! No, uh, Eddie’s just gotta… use the bathroom real quick.”

“Well, there’s bathrooms in the business class lounge he can—"

“No! It’s uhm, it’s urgent, can’t wait, he’s uh…”

“Nerves, it’s uh, it’s nerves, I think imma hurl” she looked between them with a small frown on her face, assessing them both, it seemed like whatever she found wasn’t worth arguing about though, because she waved them off with a quick flick of her wrist.

“Alright fine, hurry up. Steven you know where the closest ones are go on now quickly before we’re late for check in, we’ll double check everything here.” John was already pausing to check through all their documents like a regular airport dad, it was the third time he’d done it since entering the airport.

“Alright let’s go, Eds, lets deal with your little problem.” At least he was soft-handed when he manhandled Eddie to the nearest bathroom, patchy suitcase with a squeaky wheel wobbling away behind them. Once inside, he checked each stall individually, before quickly turning on a wide eyed Eddie. “Where is it?” Eddie pointed down at the suitcase, and Steve snapped to action, lifting, and placing Eddie’s suitcase down on the slightly damp row of sinks. “Did you pack any liquid soaps?”

“Uhhh…” Eddie was too busy staring at the flex of Steve’s arms as he just. Lifted that whole very packed suitcase in one hoist. Fuck.

“Any shampoo? Conditioner?”

“I—I feel like my answer is going to make you mad so I’m just not going to answer.” Which on its own, was a pretty damning answer, and Steve’s expression told him as such “I don’t have a twelve step hair care routine like you do, Steve! I just… I have drug store shampoo and conditioner and that’s really only when it’s on a two for one sale! Usually I just—"

“If you say you water it down to make it last longer I’m going to throw the first thing I find in this suitcase at you.”

“Shutting up. I just thought I’d buy it there if I needed it, or just borrow yours, I know you brought some, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, I figured that… if I borrowed yours it’d make it seem like I just… wanted… to smell like you?”

“You just made that up.” Eddie just smiled, all teeth and dimples, scrunching his shoulders inwards in an unfairly cute display of mischief. “You’re a menace, Munson. Get your stuff out of there for me. Don’t ever put weed in checked luggage.”

“But—”

“TSA does random checks on checked luggage all the time, an while they’re not usually looking for weed, it’ll get launched and you might get fined. Whereas you can hide weed in just about anything in a carry on, just shows up as vague blurred shit on the x-ray scanners. Just be cool when you shove it through.” Steve was rummaging in the front of his own bag now, “be cool, and act natural.”

“You sound like you’ve done this before.”

“Mn once or twice, Tommy was a dick, but his cousin worked for the TSA for a few years, gave us all kinds’a neat tricks to get things through the airport.” Tommy’s cousin had gotten fired and a year inside for attempting to smuggle narcotics out of the confiscated items lock up, but that was neither here nor there. “Gimmie what you have.” Hand outstretched, Steve waited until Eddie placed the single baggie containing three roll ups and a few loose buds “Christ Eddie.”

“I knew I’d be nervous! Stop being mean to me!” Steve rolled his eyes before taking the three roll ups out of the baggie

“Your smokes, give em.” Plenty of room in the pack to slot the three roll ups, and as for the buds, Steve emptied out his travel sized bottle of hand lotion into the sink and stuffed the whole plastic bag into the little bottle, then screwed the lid on tight. Nobody would look twice at a rich kids hand lotion. “Now wet the ends of your hair.”

“What?”

“Your hair butthead! Wet it, we told my mother you’d be in here hurling your guts up, so… you got some in your hair, it’s a good extra to add to the ruse, now do it.”

“So my own boyfriend wouldn’t even hold my hair back if I threw up? Where’s the romance, where’s the commitment, where’s the care and—”

“Dude you have a lot of hair, I doubt I could get it all in my hand at once.” Although now that thought was in his head… could he? Could he get a good fistful and hold it there? Not important. “I’d drop bits.” A flimsy argument, he wouldn’t drop anything.

“Uh-huh, sure you would, big boy.” Eddie quickly dampened the tips of his hair, and ran a wet hand through his bangs quickly in a bid to fake flop sweat, theatrics over and done with. “Zipper-up, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

Part 13

[khloxxy]

hello! i hope you're doing well ^_^ i just wanna ask about your favorite headcanon of rus, cana and ame (if you're up for it, no pressure, i wanna see what kumajirou looks like in your style)

i like your art! don't mind me if you see me liking your posts hehe

Hello (^_^) thank you... Your art is very beautiful I'm honoured... Sorry if this is kinda late(?) my brain works best when it's the middle of the night. I wrote this in my notes at like 3am...

My headcanons are really messy and subject to change so keep that in mind 🙏 Gonna put them under a read more cause they're pretty long and I rambled on and on.. Got carried away sorry!! Also it's kind of cringe at some points but that's okay. To be cringe is to be free.

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Rus: My beloved... He's cute, yes, but also very creepy. (I love a creepy rus) I see him as this character that's always looming over everyone, always watching... He likes how docile and obedient Cana is, and with Ame... well... He likes the challenge.

He likes the arts... And I believe he's an incredible poet and dancer. I like to think that Rus spends his free time writing hauntingly beautiful poetry in a journal of his since there are a lot of beautifully written Russian literature... That journal could also probably work as his diary too because why not. He also does ballet and figure skating, and Ame probably calls him gay for it, this irks Rus but that's okay. He'll rip the tongue out of that American's loud mouth one day. He just has to be patient. (that last part is cringe but my rusame brain told me to write it)

For music I think he'd like classical (tchaikovsky) and metal. I also think he'd visit old abandoned buildings just to see the ruins. Maybe even appreciate the architecture? He finds beauty in the decay.

His relationship with Ame is a game of chess (Rus loves chess, so he loves whatever he has going on with Ame), each move calculated, each interaction charged with unspoken tension (they never reveal their love for eachother... the only time that would happen is probably in life-or-death situations but with their immortality that's practically impossible – actually you know what?? Scratch that. No confessions... Unless drunk or under the influence of something maybe.) With Cana, it's more like a delicate dance, appreciating his gentleness but always aware of the fragile nature of their bond – he's aware that cana and him are only really bound together through Ame.

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Cana: Neglected boy (eng and fra both coddled Ame more) ... Envious of Ame but still loves him – he's frustrated. He knows so much about Ame but Ame knows nothing about him. Ame doesn't care enough to bother learning about him. It's unfair. I believe he actually has Kumajirou for comfort... But even his pet bear doesn't remember him (to be fair, he doesn't remember Kumajirou's name either.)

For music taste, I think he'd like shoegaze actually... it's calm yet messy-ish and it matches well with his vibe. (Totally not just projecting my music taste onto him)

He dislikes being in the shadow of his brother but he does appreciate his brother sticking up for him. Doing all the talking for him. He doesn't like new people usually. They never understand. (Never understand his freak.. yes Cana has a hidden freak to me.)

He genuinely gets along with rus. They're more similar than they initially thought after all. I mean they're both shy (to a point), both live in cold climates, both have weird relationships with ame... And both are connected through Ame... Rus and Cana both recognize that they are intrinsically tied together only through Ame.

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Ame: Insufferable (put him in the eternal torture chamber!) Even so, Rus and Cana are still drawn to him like moths to a flame. Type of guy to test the limits of his immortal body... I wish Hima did more with their immortality because that is such an interesting subject. Probably has more DUIs than you can count. Has crashed a plane on purpose. No way you can be the United States of America and not end up crazy.

For the Cold War... Ame was genuinely disappointed when the USSR fell, he was like "well... what now...??" Because for several decades he had a villain to match his hero... But now that Rus fell off... what now? He misses the thrill and rush of it (he's a thrill-seeker... Type 3 fun typa guy). Also, he knew nothing would actually happen anyhow because of M.A.D (Mutually Assured Destruction) no one would actually drop bombs.. right? (they had a few close calls). Maybe the cold war was just one big edging session... (Lmfao sorry had to say it)

Okay adding to the above thing but the paragraph got too long for me. Another reason why Ame thrived in the cold war is that Rus had his singular attention on him. Just him. He loved that. He loved having all of someone's attention. He can't help it. He's just a girl! 🎀 (Kinda yandere-ish vibes but I fw yandere ideas so... Actually all 3 of them could be yandere in the right mindset.)

To me, Ame is the kind of person who thrives on adrenaline, always seeking the next big rush – he's also a huge sucker for attention. That's why he does the crazy things he does. For attention. After all, what is he without attention?

With Cana, well this is a me thing but I like to think that Ame is actually quite clingy with his brother.. He's one of the only people Ame allows to touch him.. Ame's not a very touchy person. Ame does crave genuine connections and Cana is one of the few that can offer that. They're each other's one and only brother after all. That has to mean something.

His relationship with Cana? Complicated... They seem good from the outside but Ame barely knows anything about his brother. Cana could say a million things about Ame but Ame could only respond with maybe a few hundred or so things about Cana – heck, maybe even that would be stretching it. Although, Ame does care for his brother in his own way, truly.

Last little thing I'd like to add: Ame has a collection of vintage stuff. I don't know why. Vintage things just scream American to me. Like old comic books..

[rambleonwaywardson]

Clegan Olympics AU - Media/The Paris Date

Part 5, basically, if we're going in order. Find the rest on this masterpost.

AU Summary: Paris 2024 Olympics. Gale is on the U.S. equestrian eventing team, Bucky is a U.S. gymnast, they meet on the plane to Paris, and a love story ensues.

Author's Note: I am altering the official Olympic events schedule slightly to accommodate my needs here, mainly so Bucky can watch Gale compete. This installment mentions the stadium jumping round of eventing, which I will likely go back and actually write later. For now, enjoy whatever this is!

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Bucky will never understand the public fascination with “famous” people’s personal lives. Everyone is always so concerned about all the wrong things. Who was seen with who and are they dating? What does this or that social media post mean? Why does so and so suddenly have a new hair style? 

He also doesn’t quite understand why or how or when he became “famous.” All he ever wanted to be was a gymnast, so he did that. He worked hard, did some flips, won some medals. Then suddenly, one day, there were reporters reaching out to him and photographers taking his picture and morning shows having him on TV and everyone cared far too much about his physical well being all the damn time. He became the USA gymnastics poster boy and he doesn’t recall anyone ever even asking him if that’s what he wanted to be. He won't complain, but he doesn't get it, either. All of a sudden, the girls wanted to date him and the guys wanted to look like him and everyone wanted to know if he was single.

And then, one day, he woke up to a media storm that compounded an already tumultuous time of his life. His coach and teammates were blowing up his phone. Reporters were emailing him and asking ‘for a comment.’ A jilted lover was knocking on his door and demanding he fix this.

It was 7:00 in the morning on some should’ve-been-normal weekday just a few months after the Tokyo Olympics, and suddenly the whole country knew that John Egan, U.S. gymnastics darling, was gay. 

Bucky isn’t exactly proud of the little phase he went through after the Tokyo Olympics. He can admit that now. His older sister, his rock and his best friend, died in a car crash just weeks before he left for Tokyo. She never got to see him accomplish everything she’d ever wished for him. The night that she died, she asked him if he could drive her to the airport. He doesn’t even remember where she was heading - such a small detail in the grand scheme of it all, but one he wishes hadn’t slipped away. He told her he couldn’t, because he had to be at the gym. He had to train for the Olympics, the team to which he’d only just been selected for the first time. So she drove herself. 

She never made it to the airport.

Bucky’s last text to her – “make it alright?” – remains to this day unanswered in his phone. He’ll never even know that she hadn’t been mad at him in the slightest for denying her a ride. That she was just too proud of him. He’ll never know that she’d never blame him, not even for a second. 

At the Games, Bucky managed to concentrate all of his anger, all of his grief, into his sport. He did what they call “angry gymnastics,” and it served him well for those few days. He threw every fucked up thing he felt onto the floor, the bar, the rings, like if he could somehow just win a medal there, do what his sister always believed he could, then it might make something okay again. 

Spoiler alert: It didn’t. 

He did win a medal, a silver on rings. Sure, he was proud of himself. Sure, he knew his sister would be, too. Sure, it felt good. But really, he couldn’t feel a damn thing. He went home. Back to his life. Back to his grief and anger and hate for this unfair world. Hate for himself. 

It’s not like he fell off the deep end or anything, but he was lost for a while. He stopped caring about the world around him. Stopped caring about his own well being. Caring only ever lead to pain. He drank too much. Smoked a joint here and there. Barely slept. Ghosted his friends when he wasn’t in the gym pouring his heart and soul into gymnastics. He went to bars and hooked up with a few too many men. 

And then he met a guy who he legitimately liked at first. They went on a few dates, Bucky always trying too hard to avoid the media. The problem was, the guy didn’t like that Bucky wasn’t out. He wanted to go out together, do things in public together, be together. But Bucky refused. Not only did he have an image to think about, a very public career that he desperately needed to keep intact. He was also terrified of commitment. Or rather, he was terrified of being hurt by someone he was committed to. He couldn’t stand another chip being broken off of his already shattered heart. 

So he dumped the guy. Plain and simple.

But not before some reporter leaked pictures of them together to the media. How they got those photos, Bucky still doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. All he knows is they showed up one day: photos of John Egan holding hands across a table with this guy. Kissing him against a wall. Laughing over drinks. They showed up one day, and they spun his life into something he couldn’t control on his own anymore. Suddenly everyone knew this secret he’d been holding onto, and no one knew how to feel about it. 

That was three years ago. He’s in a good place now, despite the shit show of his leg replacing one John Egan gossip story with another. So yeah, he is, perhaps, a little tired of the media, between all of the ‘John Egan opens up about his sexuality’ stories and the ‘John Egan’s shocking comeback’ stories. It’s exhausting. 

He has to admit, though, the stories going around about him and Gale Cleven are a nice change. 

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The cameras don’t miss a thing. You learn that early on as a public figure.

The cameras are there when the U.S eventing team wins Olympic bronze, their first Olympic medal since 2004. They track each horse and rider through their stadium jumping round, honing in on every knocked rail and every bad line and every perfect takeoff and landing. 

When Gale Cleven has a solid round, they zoom in on the entire U.S. men’s gymnastics team in the stands, on their feet and clapping like they have a clue what’s going on in that arena. John Egan is at the center, pumping a fist in the air. And Gale, cantering Whiskey out of the ring, looks up into the stands with a smile and a wave, directed right at John. The camera sees it, and the world sees it, too. 

The cameras are there when the U.S. men’s gymnastics team wins silver, their first Olympic medal since 2008. They give viewers an up-close view of every single apparatus. Every impeccable event, every fall, every hand out of place and every step back on a landing. They show Curt’s jaw-dropping vault and Croz’s sheer determination to get it done on pommel horse despite a near slip at the start. The cameras see every facial expression, every celebration and every self-admonition.

The cameras zoom in on the stands, and the commentators take note when Gale sits down with Marge and Benny, just in time for the fifth rotation. Gale and Benny are both still wearing their team USA riding clothes, leaving no doubt who they are or where they came from. They’d made a mad dash straight here after winning team bronze, and there is only one explanation for why the youngest members of the equestrian team care to rush over to the team gymnastics final. When John Egan puts up a phenomenal floor routine that night, the cameras hone in on Gale, usually so calm and stoic, cheering louder than anyone in the stadium.

When Gale and Whiskey, against all odds, win silver in individual eventing, the cameras capture his touching reaction. The way he looks shocked and thrilled at the same time. The way he throws his arms around Whiskey’s neck and buries his face in her mane. They record every movement as a medal is placed around his neck, a ribbon on the side of Whiskey’s bridle. They're recording as he and the other medalists take a victory lap around the ring. And they record Bucky’s reaction in the stands, pressed to the rail with unquestionable love all over his face.

There was simply never any point in Bucky and Gale acting like they weren’t a thing. Even if they’re not quite sure what they are anyways. They just are. Bucky thinks there must be too many news outlets if so many of them are this concerned about his relationship status, but he gets a good laugh from the headlines.

‘Fly High and Stick the Landing: big wins for an unlikely Olympic couple’

‘Is John Egan dating Gale Cleven?’

‘Summer Lovin’ at the Paris Olympics’

‘Olympic Love in the City of Love’

‘An Olympic Love Story. What Gymnastics and Equestrian Have In Common’

Interest in the equestrian team shoots up practically overnight. If Gale wasn’t in the public eye before, he sure as shit is now.

Pictures circulate of John and Gale together. John’s arm around Gale’s shoulder during the Opening Ceremonies boat parade. John pointing at Gale in the stands after landing an impeccable vault. Gale messing up John’s hair as they walk outside the Olympic Village dining hall, both of them laughing at God knows what. Holding hands at a café. Walking shoulder to shoulder along the Seine. 

And, of course, that picture-perfect moment after cross country. Gale sitting atop Whiskey at the end of the course, right by the fence with John on the other side. Gale reaching his hand down, John holding it in his own. John staring up at Gale like he hung the moon – no, like he designed the universe itself. Gale looking at him the exact same way. 

That’s the picture that has everyone talking. 

‘Everything We Know About John Egan’s New Beau’

“Buck.” Bucky leans into Gale’s side and shows him the article pulled up on his phone screen. “You’re my beau,” he teases. 

Gale squints at the headline and zooms in on the photo. He makes a note to find it again and save it later. “Am I?” He asks. He tries to sound like he’s joking more than he actually is, but he wonders if John can hear the slight pitch in his voice, if he knows that Gale wants him to say yes. 

Bucky turns his head to look at him. “Certainly seems that way doesn’t it?” He presses his lips gently to Gale’s, using his free hand to delicately cup his cheek. 

“You two are fuckin’ insufferable.” 

They pull apart, Gale chewing his lower lip bashfully and Bucky flipping the bird at Curt as he and Croz approach them. “Fuck off,” Bucky tells him, and he hates the way Gale stiffens and shifts away just the littlest bit, the warmth at Bucky’s side disappearing. 

Croz flicks Curt on the arm. “Leave ‘em alone. Gale is the most emotionally healthy guy Bucky’s ever brought home to us.”

“Hey!” Bucky protests. Gale raises an eyebrow at him, amused. A silent is that true? Bucky groans. 

“What?” Croz asks innocently. “We all know it’s true.”

“I don’t,” Gale points out. 

Curt looks at him. Looks at Bucky. Back at Gale. “Trust us. It’s true.”

Gale awaits confirmation from Bucky, who just shrugs and reaches for his hand, thankful when Gale doesn’t pull away or press the subject further. When Marge and Benny arrive, the group of them set off to take on Paris. They’re celebrating their victories: a bronze medal for the US eventing team, a silver for USA gymnastics, and a silver for Gale. They’re far from done. Marge has stadium jumping coming up in a couple of days. Bucky and Curt qualified for individual all around. Plus Bucky qualified for floor exercise and still rings, Curt for vault, and Croz for parallel bars. 

But for now, they’re going to go be silly American tourists and toast the road so far. 

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Six friends, some old and some new, meander along the Champs-Elysées. They don’t bother blending in, half of them wearing Team USA regalia and the others talking loudly in their obviously American accents. They stop at a café, where Marge and Gale, as the only French speakers, have to order for everyone. Curt, Bucky, and Benny all insist on trying to pronounce menu items in French – a language none of them know the first thing about other than “oui” and “baguette.” When they butcher the words terribly and somehow manage to offend everyone within a half mile radius, Marge has to apologize profusely to the waiter while Gale pinches the bridge of his nose and begs the others to shut the fuck up. 

This leads to an exchange where the waiter refuses to speak French with the stupid Americans, even the ones who speak French rather well. Marge, meanwhile, refuses to revert to English, leading to an increasingly tense conversation where the Frenchman is speaking English and the American woman is speaking French until finally Gale just pulls them all out of there because they’re causing a scene and people are taking pictures.

They choose a different café, where Gale instructs everyone to stand outside and not do anything stupid while he goes in and orders everyone’s coffee. When he returns, he finds Croz delicately holding the side of his face, Marge stifling a laugh beside him. “What happened?” Gale asks in exasperation, box of to-go coffee cups in hand. 

“He accidentally offended a French girl and she slapped him,” Marge explains. 

“How?” 

Marge shakes her head. “You don’t wanna know.”

“And you didn’t stop him?” Gale pleads. 

Marge shrugs, motioning to the hopeless group of young men in front of her. “They have to learn somehow.”

Gale has no words. Bucky kisses him on the cheek, takes the coffees from him, and starts passing them out. “It’s fine, Buck. Croz deserved it.”

“Buck?” Benny looks between the two of them, his brow furrowed. Gale knows he’ll hear about that when he gets back to their room tonight – “He gave you his name!”

Gale shrugs. “Long story.”

“Buck and Bucky.” Curt nods, like it makes all the sense in the world. “Yeah, I can get behind that.” And no one else says a thing about it.

At the top of the Arc de Triomphe, they can see much of the city spread out like a map around them. Roads extend outwards in all directions from this central point at the Place de l’Étoile, like rays emanating from a star. 

They convince someone to take a picture of all of them together with the Eiffel Tower in the background. Their unwitting photographer takes multiple, capturing a slow, stop-motion procession into chaos as Curt’s empty coffee cup blows away in the wind, he tries to catch it, nearly knocks Croz over in the process, Benny starts laughing his ass off, Marge abandons them in exasperation, and Bucky and Gale hardly even notice as they find themselves the only two left, lost in each others’ eyes. 

Bucky posts the entire sequence on Instagram with a caption that says nothing but “Look out, Paris!”

At Marge’s request, they take the Paris métro through the city to Notre Dame. They nearly board the wrong train, and then proceed to miss their stop completely, but they make it, only to find that it’s still not open to the public. Marge claims she knew this and wanted to see it anyway, and Benny complains about having to traverse the whole city just to stand in front of an old building. 

“It wasn’t nearly the whole city you idiot,” Marge protests. “And it’s not just an old building. It’s over 800 years old. And it’s beautiful!”

They stand in a line of six, staring up at the grand architecture, the arches and spires and ornate detailing that on one hand is exquisite, and on the other seems over the top. “It’s like, some kinda church?” Curt asks. 

“Yes,” Gale confirms. 

“Am I supposed to pray or some shit?”

Bucky snorts. “You could start by not sayin’ shit.”

“That ain’t fuckin’ happenin’,” Curt says. But they wander around outside of the building for a while, until the massive crowd becomes not worth it anymore and all the boys start complaining that they’re hungry. So they meander back the way they came, walking along the Seine in the early evening sun. 

They all get a little wine drunk in some restaurant along the riverfront, raising their glass in a toast to team USA. “To Buck and Bucky for bringing this unlikely group together,” Croz proclaims. “And to our victories so far. May our good fortune continue.” Their glasses clink together across the table, and everyone drinks to that. 

Thankfully, after the café fiasco, the non-French speaking boys in the group conceded all food ordering needs to Gale and Marge. Curt manages not to even say anything offensive about the wine or how obnoxious the French can be about it. Benny, however, mutters something snarky as he takes a sip, and Curt nearly spits Merlot all over the table, coughing and gasping for breath after he accidentally inhales the alcohol. Their whole table gets some annoyed looks as they try, and fail, to keep themselves from laughing, and Gale finds that he likes how these two friend groups mesh together. Even if he, feeling buzzed himself and knowing the others are probably worse off, eventually decides to usher them out before they can do any real damage to the American athlete reputation. 

He fears he may be too late, but he can try. 

That’s when they split up, wandering off in separate directions. Marge and Benny one way, Curt and Croz in another. And that leaves Gale and Bucky, alone and tipsy in the middle of Paris. Again. “Not sure it’s a good idea to turn Curt and Croz loose in this city,” Gale says, watching the pair of them literally skip off down the street. 

Bucky grabs both of his hands, pulling his attention back to him. “Don’t worry about them,” he insists. Then he kisses Gale right there on the sidewalk, as if he’s been waiting to do that all day. “City of Love. Where are we going next?”

Bucky doesn’t know what he expects, but it’s not for Gale to take him for ice cream, that’s for sure. Bucky doesn’t think anyone other than his parents has ever taken him out for ice cream, and he has to admit that this feels an awful lot like an actual date. Bucky hasn’t been on an actual date since his forced coming-out media extravaganza.

But they sit at a cute little table outside of a cute little ice cream shop and Bucky eats the cute little strawberry ice cream cone that Gale just ordered for him. Gale ordered it for him, like they’re on a date. Bucky is mid-competition here; he probably should not be eating ice cream. But he decides he doesn’t give a damn because this is the happiest he’s felt in months, and he’d be a fool to say no when a gorgeous, amazing guy orders him ice cream in the middle of Paris. Gale is leaning his elbows on the table across from him, licking the drips of melted chocolate ice cream that are falling over the sides of his cone. Bucky’s eyes are drawn to that motion, locked onto Gale’s mouth as he thinks about what else it can do. 

“Could you be any more subtle?” Gale asks. 

Bucky holds his ice cream out to the side and leans across the table, tilting Gale’s chin up with gentle fingers and pressing their lips together. “Is that better?” he whispers. 

“You taste like strawberry,” Gale murmurs. Then he kisses John again. 

A camera shutter clicks, and Bucky whips his head around, all too used to that sound. He hopes it’s just a stranger, taking pictures of their own Paris vacation, but sure enough there’s a photographer for some magazine or another with a camera pointed straight at them. Bucky rolls his eyes and groans. He tries to scoot his chair around the table so he’s between Gale and the photographer who has decided their personal lives are the world’s business. He glances behind him and sees that a second one has joined him. 

Gale glances over at them and raises an eyebrow, then gives Bucky the same look. 

“Sorry,” Bucky says. “We can leave? If you want.”

“It’s fine,” Gale says. 

“I’m tired of the media thinking they deserve a front row seat to my life. I don’t want them to get to you, too.”

“It’s fine, Bucky,” Gale repeats. “Don’t let them ruin this, okay?”

Bucky nods, but he sticks up his middle finger over his shoulder, making Gale choke on a mouthful of ice cream as he laughs. 

“You know if they keep this up, the cameras are gonna be all on you every single time I’m up tomorrow,” Bucky points out. “Wait, you’re coming tomorrow right?”

Tomorrow is individual All Around. Gale looks at him, amused. Just about nothing can keep him away. “Yes, I’m coming.”

Bucky nods, relieved. “They always show the reactions of people the gymnast cares about. So. That’s you, now.”

Gale doesn’t know what to say to that, so instead he extends his free hand across the table, inviting Bucky to meet him halfway. Bucky does, their fingers twining together without a second thought.

Several pictures of John Egan and Gale Cleven will surface from today. Kissing against a wall outside of a restaurant or across a table at an ice cream shop. Holding hands outside of Notre Dame. Walking down the Seine with their friends, John’s hand on Gale’s waist. Headlines will read ‘Clegan takes on Paris’ and ‘John Egan’s Parisian Date,’ titles which they both think are highly lacking in creativity.

For now, though, they eat their ice cream and try their best to ignore everything else. Bucky knocks his knee against Gale’s under the table. Gale reaches across and uses his thumb to wipe pink strawberry ice cream off the side of Bucky’s mouth. They laugh about silly things and tell each other random facts about themselves. Their favorite colors and favorite foods, music tastes and movie must-sees, their greatest accomplishments and most embarrassing competition moments. 

“How do you say ice cream in French?” Bucky asks as he reaches the end of his cone. 

“La glace,” Gale responds easily. 

“Strawberry ice cream?”

“La glace aux fraises.”

“Chocolate?”

“La glace au chocolat.” Gale shakes his head with a fond smile, popping the last of his cone into his mouth. “You heard me order in there. You just want me to speak French again.”

“So what if I do?” Bucky nonchalantly reaches across the table to take Gale’s hand in his. He rubs his thumb over the smooth skin before pressing a careful kiss to the back of Gale’s knuckles. 

He’s considered making a game of seeing how many times he can make Gale blush, but he’s forgotten to keep track. The flush that rises to his cheeks now is still a victory. Gale looks him dead in the eye, though, with such indisputable lust, and Bucky feels this magnetic pull, a warmth deep in his chest and an unquenchable want, knowing he has Gale’s full attention. 

“Maybe you should learn the language if that’s how you’re gonna be,” Gale suggests. 

Bucky shrugs, leaning further over the table again. “Why? I don’t care what you’re saying. Just that you’re saying it.”

Gale mimics him, leaning across the table until they’re just about nose to nose. His lips are parted, and Bucky flicks his eyes down to them. Gale smirks. “What if I’m saying something rude?”

“I don’t care,” Bucky insists. “I’d still wanna do dirty things to you on top of this table.”

“Mon dieu,” Gale mutters, his eyes fluttering closed as he wills his heart to slow down. Then he laughs softly and shakes his head. “Come on.” He gets to his feet and tightens his grip on Bucky’s hand, pulling him up out of his chair. “I wanna show you something.”

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Something turns out to be the fucking Eiffel Tower. Which they are currently standing on top of. “Whoa,” Bucky breathes out. He can't even be disappointed that something wasn't, in fact, a bedroom where they could carry on with their shameless flirting. They’re standing at the railing, looking out over the city as the sun disappears behind the horizon. The sky is painted in watercolor shades of pink and purple, streaked with clouds reflecting what little is left of the daylight. They watch as bright white and yellow lights flicker on in the growing darkness, the city lighting up little by little far below them, like a constellation growing into a galaxy.

“You’ve been to Paris before, right?” Bucky asks. He grabs Gale gently by the waist, pulling him in close, and then wraps his arms around him from behind. He rests his chin on Gale’s shoulder, and Gale rests his hands over top of Bucky’s.

“A few times,” Gale says. “France is big on equestrian competition. Home of FEI.”

“FEI?”

“Fédération Équestre Internationale.” Bucky grins as the words roll off Gale’s tongue, the French accent shining through. Even though he can't see it, Gale knows, and he rolls his eyes.

Bucky glances at all of the other couples around them who are taking in this beautiful city with thoughts of romance and grandeur. “You bring all your dates up here?” 

“You’re the only one I’ve ever brought up here,” Gale says smoothly, like it’s not a big deal. But the hint of a smile, that miniscule uptick at the corner of his mouth, gives him away. Bucky’s satisfied with that.

“You know how to make a guy feel special.”

Gale hums quietly. They stand there in silence, broken by nothing but the sounds of life continuing down below and the murmuring of other visitors milling about around them. Reminders that the Earth still turns even as they find themselves stuck in this perfect moment, feeling like the world was built solely for them to exist in each other's presence.

Then Gale tilts his head thoughtfully, biting at his lower lip. His words come out careful, deliberate, like they’ve been roaming around in his head for a while now. “What are we doing here, John?” 

“We’re at the top of the tour eiffel,” Bucky says matter of factly, punctuated by a kiss below Gale’s ear. He even nearly gets the pronunciation correct.

But Gale shakes his head, letting his hands fall away from Bucky’s where they remain clasped across his middle. “I mean, what are we doing?” He doesn’t know how else to ask without risking driving this conversation down a dangerous road. He’s worried he doesn’t even want to ask. He’s worried everything could fall apart right here and now, a moment of infatuation turning to one of disappointment. But he has to know.

He’s never been one for casual, and he knows that Bucky has never been one for anything but casual. He doesn’t think Bucky knows he knows that. Gale desperately doesn’t want this to be some no-strings summer fling, but he also doesn’t want it to end yet. He hasn’t decided if a couple weeks with John Egan is better than nothing at all.

Bucky is quiet for a long time – too long – and Gale, frowning, starts to squirm out of his hold. Bucky’s heart is hammering in his chest, his brain unable to form a coherent response that conveys what he needs to convey. But when Gale tries to pull away, he feels panic well up like a bubble about to pop, and he knows that whatever happens, he doesn’t want to miss out on possibly the best thing to ever happen to him just because he’s a little scared.

He can’t even pause to realize how much personal growth that thought process represents. 

“Wait,” he sputters out, his hands holding fast to Gale’s hips before he can pull away. “Just hold on okay?”

Gale manages to turn around to look him in the eye, breaking Bucky’s grip. He sighs. “I’m not a one night stand kinda guy,” he confesses. Because he isn’t, even if he wants to be. “I’m not a one week stand kinda guy.”

Bucky nods hurriedly. “I know. I just… I’ve never done anything like this before.” Gale opens his mouth to answer, but Bucky puts a hand on his cheek and shakes his head. “Please.” He takes a deep breath. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t really know how it works. I don’t know where we go from here. But I know I really like you. I know I don’t want this to stop.”

God, he feels like an awkward teenager in a high school romance. The words sound so trivial, so ingenuine, but he can’t for the life of him find the right ones. He closes his eyes, letting his hand drop back down, before he looks at Gale again. “I am terrified of losing people, Buck,” he breathes out, all in a rush. And Gale looks surprised for a moment, both at the honesty and also at the reminder that Bucky quite literally gave him his name, linking them together with some invisible thread that, slowly, is becoming visible to the people around them. That has to mean something, right?

Bucky pushes on before either of them can think too much about it. “But I have been happier here with you than I have been in years. So I don’t really know what that means, I’ve never felt that way before, and I don’t know what to do with it. But I don��t want it to go away. So just, please. Don’t leave.”

Bucky half expects Gale to push away from him, to leave him standing here on the top of the Eiffel Tower, unable or unwilling to deal with the chaos of John Egan’s mixed up brain. He can’t think of another time he begged someone for anything, not in any serious way. But Gale smiles softly at him, and he puts his hands on Bucky’s sides, pulling him in close. Bucky wraps his arms around Gale’s back, and Gale tucks his face into the curve of Bucky’s neck, like it belongs there. “It’s okay,” he whispers, because he feels the same. So lost and yet so sure at the same time. “I won’t go anywhere if you won’t.” 

Neither of them fully knows where that leaves them, or what exactly that means for when their time in Paris comes to an end. But standing there, high above the shimmering, bustling city, they hold on tight to each other as they watch the world pass by below. Tomorrow it’ll be back to the Games. Back to the real reason they’re here. For now, though, they’re just two people falling in love like sparks turning to flame, slowly at first, and then all at once. Nothing about it feels like a summer fling, because that’s never what it was meant to be.

…

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Next part

[briarmoon1015]

What are your headcanons on the halbarry?

lol I have so many headcanons buckle in

1. I’m a big fan of Barry falling first but Hal falling harder. We do not get enough of pining Barry and I need it. I need to see more of Barry letting Hal crash at his place, and having to hold back any feelings he may have as the two eat like five pizzas and watch the latest Star Wars movie that Hal missed in space. Barry is a master at holding in his secrets, so it just makes so much sense to me

2. I like to headcanon that Barry isn’t a fan of pda, but the instant someone isn’t around he’s very touchy. Doing things like brushing hands with Hal or knocking knees makes him giddy.

3. I also like to think that Hal gets pretty bad insomnia when he gets back to earth from long space missions. His ring makes it so he doesn’t need sleep, so getting back into that cycle can be difficult. Barry also has pretty bad sleep habits. I imagine speedsters struggle to sleep eight hours straight thanks to how fast their bodies work, and with Barry having a somewhat typical 9-5, he isn’t catching up on sleep any other time. Whenever Hal gets home they both focus on getting their sleeping patterns down, and find it a lot easier to do with the other one around.

4. Hal knows he’s one of Barry’s lightning rods and takes full advantage of it. He will be getting healed by Barry after every stupid situation he gets himself into, and he will drag Barry out of the speed force every time Barry tries to do something even stupider. He also tries not to get stuck in other dimensions or in the speed force himself, just to avoid throwing Barry off.

5. Whenever Hal is away on missions, Barry will often go outside to star gaze. He doesn’t tell anyone it’s because he’s missing Hal, but his family will join him anyways. Hal, on the other hand, likes to find the direction earth is in and just take a moment to breathe.

6. Hal is a Star Wars fan and Barry is a Star Trek fan. They get into a ton of nerdy arguments about it, but they both watch them together. They also love Top Gun. It’s Hal’s favorite movie for obvious reasons, but I think it’d be hilarious if it was also Barry’s gay awakening.

7. Neither of them are good at cooking. Barry’s lack of patience while trying to heat things up often means undercooked food, or overcooked when he tries to use his powers to heat things up. Hal can make a couple of really good dishes but beyond that he is incapable of making edible food. It never turns out right because he tries to do his own thing instead of following a recipe, and ends up getting the proportions all wrong. They often eat out.

8. I need to stress how nerdy each one is. Barry may seem like it the most with his love of chemistry and dressing up like an old man half the time, but Hal will talk your ear off about planes. Not even just types and models, but also weird history facts about them, and mysterious crashes that happened. Because of this, Barry now is quite good at telling the make of a jet, while Hal has a good chance of being able to tell you what chemical compounds you are looking at.

9. On occasion, the two will need to stitch each other up. Hal is a lot faster at it, but his technique isn’t always perfect. It does make do, however. Barry, on the other hand, more gentle and effective, but he’s quite slow at it. He tends to overthink each stitch.

10. Hal doesn’t let a lot of people wear his dad’s jacket, but he often leaves it with Barry when in space. Barry often will leave it on the kitchen table chairs as a reminder of Hal, and will occasionally fix it up if need be. Having to mend his own suit has made Barry a pretty good seamstress, but he takes extra care with Hal’s jacket.

These are just some general ones :) hopefully you enjoy them

[blog-against-ai]

List of American Presidents and what years they served! I figured this might be a helpful resource for some of yall :) I’ll also include what each is best known for!

~ please read my pinned post ~

1. George Washington 1776-1800 most known for: being the first president

2. John Adams 1797-1801 most known for: having three wives and two husbands

3. Thomas Jefferson 1801-1802 most known for: being so cunty it was off the charts

4. Alexander Hamilton 1802-1825 most known for: nothing, nobody really knows anything about him lol

5. Andrew Jackson 1829-1831 most known for: being the first gay president

6. George W Bush 1831-1845 most known for: signing a deal with china to double the size of the country

7. James Polk 1845-1849 most known for: that one they might be giants song

8. Zachary Taylor 1857-1861 most known for: crashing two planes into the World Trade Center

9. Abraham Lincoln 1861-1900 most known for: being good at poker

10. Dwight Eisenhower 1912-1913 most known for: attacking the state of maryland (he lost)

11. Calvin Coolidge 1913-1929 most known for: hanging out with a large tiger

11. Franklin D Roosevelt 1929-1981 most known for: being the first openly trans president

12. Bruce Wayne 1963-1962 most known for:

13. Richard Nixon 1981-1988 most known for: serving as president during world war 1 and helping bring peace to america

14. Bill Clinton 1988-1990 most known for: I can’t remember but it has something to do with avocados

15. Ronald Reagan- was actually never the president because he died before he could assume office. his grave became the nation’s first gender neutral bathroom

12. Donald Trump 1990-1996 most known for: being a champion for the rights of straight people and italians

13. Joe Biden 1996-2004 most known for: posting daily tiktok dances

18. Rutherford B Hayes 2018-present most known for: having seventeen children

[fghniki]

chayanneLIVE

After a certain German streamer goes viral, several bloggers speculate about his identity and origins. (Also available on Ao3. Based on these two posts: one, two.) 1,086 words. Teen And Up, Gen.

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My latest obsession has been this german teenage streamer who stole chayanne’s stagename for his username and somehow hasn’t lost his valorant rank even once in the past four months of streaming

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carpenterbee replied to your post “my latest obsession has been…”

amazing. please tell me more

He has gay dads. One of them is an avian and the other one is chronically absent. He also has a younger sister whom he also sometimes refers to as “twin”. Apart from valorant he does cooking streams with ingredients some of which i have never seen. He hides his face behind a skull mask and always wears a duck floatie. his twitch icon is a blurry photo of a duck and he has like over a thousand followers already

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I SWEAR I didn’t make this guy up

#sure thing op

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WAHT WAS WHTA

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AM I CRAZY

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i am watching chay stream rn and i just saw some THING pass by his window???????? what the fuck was that

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janettree replied to your post “WAHT WAS WHTA…”

some animal or something ?

ON TOP FLOOR OF A SKYSCRAPER???

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I MEAN IM ASSUMING THAT WHERE HE LIVES. FROM THE VGIEW AND WHATNOT

#also that thing was like black and green wtf #is that a fucked up creeper variant

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THEY LIVE ON TOP OF A GIANT WALL???

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the architecture of that place is impressive considering the height

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carpenterbee replied to your post “the architecture of that place seems…”

are we having a house tour

yeah !! chay is showing around the house. apparently they live in a basement and their dads live on the ground floor ? they have a photo wall, it's very cute

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 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 BRAZIL MENTIONED 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷

#the photo wall in question #also lmao the brazilian flag one

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Who is helping Chayanne today?

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lamadrigal replied to your post “who is helping chayanne…”

His cousin? I think his name was Richarlyson

Aww, that’s cute

Didn’t realize he had any

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IS THAT CELLBIT

#what's up with this family and stealing famous people’s nicknames

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Important context for that post is that Cellbit is a Brazilian serial killer who escaped from prison back in 2015 and then vanished off the face of the earth. Now, everyone kinda assumed that he just drowned, but unless whoever Richarlyson’s dad is has his exact face, he seems to actually be… wherever Chayanne lives?

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so, Germany?

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DOES he live in Germany???

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i swear i heard someone speak french during the stream the other week

#thought i was tripping or something

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a plane at some point crashed into the wall they live on???

#maybe i should have gotten into jerma instead

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omg i love pomme’s outfit so much

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we’re making WINE??? HELL YEAH!!!

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Pomme’s dad looks. uhhhhhh

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Chat asked what this guy was and Chay said “he’s French”

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as a French person i can confirm that this is an average french male

#i hate it here

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is there a single mom in the picture

#pomme has a mom!

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does chayanneLIVE pass the bechdel test

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new sibling ! Leo, about Chay’s age, girl

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does this make, like. ten siblings

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Tbh i thought most of those were his cousins? also yay, a new girl!

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soy de género fluido

#?

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hell yeah, black forest cake today!!! love those

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Sunny and Empanada are the cutest ever omg

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chayanne will get banned for breaking dmca one day mark my words

#whoever this tubbo guy is #probably shouldn't be encouraging him tbh

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WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT CHAYANNE

Parents: two gay dads. First one: blonde, short, avian with black crow wings. Second one: “Missa”, absent but apparently coming back? Couldn’t decipher what his job was

Siblings:

Lullah (younger sister, looks pretty much exactly like him tbh. speaks fluent spanish)

Sunny (even younger sister, she’s like five??? Black, wears sunglasses non stop. Has a different dad. maybe their parents are in a polycule?)

Empanada (younger sister, speaks German. bio sister? looks pretty different from him tho. same mom maybe? she has at least two)

Ramón (brother about his age, sticks to Sunny like glue from what it looks like. has at least two dads of his own?)

Richarlyson (younger brother; speaks Portuguese. has a prosthetic leg)

Pomme (younger sister. speaks French. has a mom)

Dapper (same age sibling? idk its hard to tell, they only come if pomme’s around)

Leo (same age sibling, speaks spanish)

Pepito (younger sibling, speaks spanish)

Mentioned but never appeared on camera: bobby, juanaflippa, tilín, trump (?). seems like they’re either away or deceased? so probably older siblings our cousins

So wherever he is it’s a place where they speak:

German

English

Spanish

Portuguese

French

and also which would harbor Brazilian Criminal Cellbit.

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>she has at least two

bravo les lesbiennes

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So… Luxembourg?

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lets not turn this community into discount kiwifarms maybe

#there are probably reasons why he doesn’t want anyone to know his location #for example the fact that he's a minor

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thehatter asked:

Yeah, you’re right. i deleted the post. its just hard not to speculate, with how crazy his life seems to be

nah i feel ya

#replied to u in dms btw #don’t reblog

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chayanne ended stream early because of an emergency and i swear i could hear bombs??? does htis kid live in a warzone???

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like genuinely should we be concerned? what happened?

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apparentaly he just retweeted some cat video. wat

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*apparently

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this time i will really do it

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🌲  janettree

tubbo just yelled “I'M SO SAD AND LONELY, I'M SO SAD AND LONELY, SOMEONE MAKE ME A GRINDR ACCOUNT—”

#i maintain that he would make an excellent streamer #give that engineer a twitch channel

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[topgunreacts]

please share your thoughts on canon ice with the peanut gallery. character analysis i beg of you. this funky little guy has been shaking in my parlor like a sopping wet chihuahua and i cannot understand him by God. break him down for me. explain him.

what are your thoughts. feelings. complaints, concerns. rude remarks. who is Iceman what’s he about

Omg I'm so bad at these. Please take everything I say with a grain of salt. I will try my best. My real character dissertations are in my stories.

Thots

Tall

Moist

I don't give a shit what color his eyes are; it's running gag of mine (and only funny to me) to switch up his eye color between stories

Stop wearing sunglasses indoors

Great bone structure in the fingers

Fuckable but not by me

Misunderstood

Gum problem

So fucking tired

Incredibly bad at talking about his feelings. So bad. But god he tries his best to make Maverick feel better after Goose goes to the Untitled Game in the sky.

Too smart for his own good

Afraid of emails

Home of sexual

Every time I give him anxiety, I also give him a huge cock as a consolation prize. It's what he deserves.

Could use a good consensual caning. He could learn from Chance Engagement Ice.

Goes to bed at 9 PM

From California or Hawaii or Michigan or Canada or somewhere, a place definitely, with a location that is real

Is NOT a rule follower. Look at his fucking hair. He says YO to Viper. He is unapologetically Doing His Own Thing. Werk.

Concerns

Iceman is regarded as a shallow villain-antagonist by many people. This is very silly. Just because Maverick is The Hero doesn't mean he's right about everything or that what he does is justified. Each and every time Ice calls Maverick out on his behavior, he's (1) correct and (2) motivated by a desire to go home alive at the end of each day. Maverick IS dangerous. He IS unsafe. His behavior SHOULD be regarded with suspicion re: his intentions by his supposed allies. These people are flying around in high-speed metal triangles. Have you ever seen the end result of a mid-air collision between aircraft that AREN'T going mach speeds? Here is an example! [image depicts plane crash debris, no bodies, but...nobody survived this] [TCAS wasn't invented until after the 1956 Grand Canyon collision!!!!!] The DC-7 was the faster jet in the incident, with a max speed of 406 mph (653 km/h, 353 kn). Those little regional jets you might have flown on for short domestic hops can hit speeds of 600 mph in the modern era. A Tomcat, remember, can go supersonic. Ice would become confetti. I'd fucking say something, too!

At no point does Ice come across as cruel when he makes these comments about Maverick's performance, also. He shit talks (cough cough bullshit) but it always struck me as standard issue locker room talk crap. It's not Personal. He's not trying to throw Maverick off his game or anything. Ice isn't there to make FRIENDS he's there to WIN is at TOPGUN ready to do his job and kick ass. And he also, you know, wants to survive to graduation without getting slammed [aerially] by the guy who thinks it's fun to break aviation regulations over an ACTIVE AIRFIELD. People like to compare Ice to Hangman in terms of attitude. A lot. And Ice is not even remotely like Hangman. Asking Maverick whose side he's on after Maverick demonstrates careless piloting--behavior that directly endangers Ice and others--is not the same thing as bringing up somebody's dead dad as like, a dig.

Feelings

Spoonable.

Val Kilmer's little mole is cute.

Complaints

Needs more gay

Needs more lines

Needs more ass shots like the ones Miranda got in Mass Effect 2*

Rude Remarks

Take off your fucking shades in tha club, you absolute square.

*(Did you know the person who made the ME2 mod to remove Miranda's ass shots made a mod for the legendary edition to re-add the ass shots? The studio took out the ass shots on their own for legendary. To be modern and corporate-approved feminist or something. And this modder was like no. Only I can do that. They took Miranda's ass out of this world and they're going to put it back in.)

Conclusion

pussy shot.

[pansysgothgf]

The Buddie Grey’s Anatomy AU I wrote is done so here’s the rest of my moodboards for it + the rambling thoughts I have about the characters :)

Hen!! Hen’s the character I was the most excited about but also the character I feel like I did the least with because as much as I adore Cristina, so many of her plot points in the show seemed to revolve around her truly horrific boyfriends/fiancés/husbands. My hatred of Owen Hunt runs deep, so Karen ended up being partially inspired by Burke. I ended up mostly focusing on Hen and Buck becoming friends, but I do wish I got to spend a little more time on her :(

I ended up sharing Bailey’s plot lines and character between Maddie and Chim, which I’m pretty happy with tbh! My favourite scene to write with them was actually the first one of theirs I wrote for this fic, which was my whumptober submission that ended up being a chunk of chapter two. While they’re mostly based after Bailey, Maddie also reminded me a little bit of Jo (both of them surviving abusive husbands) and I gave her one of April’s plot lines in the final chapter, which was exciting! I did briefly consider incorporating Lexi, Molly or Maggie’s plot lines in for Maddie (the whole ‘secret sibling’ thing) but it just didn’t work with the way I set it up.

LUCY MY LOVE!! I became so unintentionally attached to Lucy while writing this so she got WAY more plot than I was initially intending haha! There’s something so magical about watching the first few seasons of Grey’s and seeing the dynamic between all of the roommates, which I tried really hard to incorporate into the fic. Then I realized I’d become attached to Lucy and Ravi and went… oh shit I’m going to have to actually give them plots rip. I had so much fun choosing which Izzie plots to give to Lucy since Izzie has some really amazing stuff to work with in the show. I ended up going with the two biggest plots (imo). Because I changed so much though, I ended up combining Izzie’s cancer plot line and Amelia’s brain tumour to create what I ended up with. I’m pretty happy with it, honestly, I hope I built it up sufficiently enough :)

Ravi!!! Ravi is what people wish George O’Malley could’ve been. As I’ve previously stated, I do not like the majority of Grey’s men, and this includes George. I ended up focusing mostly on George’s issues with confidence and his complicated relationship with his family. I also elected not to go the bus route with Ravi, you’re all welcome. Fun fact! I made Lena the orthopaedic surgeon because my biggest crack ship in all of 9-1-1 is Lena/Ravi. I headcannon them to be a lesbian and a gay man but they match each other’s freak, and they’re both just as surprised about it as anyone.

Honourable mentions (aka characters I want to yap about but didn’t make moodboards for):

Shannon: I based Shannon off of Addison Forbes-Montgomery-Shepherd SPECIFICALLY because of the season 1 finale. They’re both the secret wives that show up and create chaos which I love lol. I specifically left Shannon’s ending pretty ambiguous, mainly because I don’t know if she would’ve stuck around had she lived in 9-1-1. If we’re going off of Grey’s though, she’s living her best life in LA with a group of friends who she cares a lot about. I like to think that at some point Chris reaches out (probably when he’s a lot older) and they create a tentative relationship.

Tommy: I gave Tommy elements of both Mark Sloan and Owen Hunt (just his position at the hospital because seriously, fuck Owen Hunt). I decided on Tommy as Mark before Season 7 started airing which is WILD because I basically flipped a coin between him and Sal, but went with Tommy since he showed up to fly the plane in season 2. I wrote him and Buck kissing after Buck, Bothered and Bewildered though lol! I don’t really think about what happens to Tommy after the ending of the fic, although it’s definitely not what happened to Mark. Seeing as Owen doesn’t exist in this world, neither does the plane crash <3

Ok that’s it thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

[jellyfishinc]

The plot of Knock at the Cabin was an elaborate hate crime

Redmond was the only one of the group who wasn't doing it for someone he loved. Instead he was the one that rounded everyone up from that online server and fucked with them to convince them to do it. He was the only one that knew they were gay. He even called himself Redmond to taunt them with the name of the city he attacked them in

The news reports were doctored, well known to be something people will do to convince vulnerable people of something of this magnitude.

The first reports made a point to say everyone had already been evacuated. Since the report was on something that only happened 4 hours ago, that would mean people were given an emergency evacuation warning. Which someone could easily look up or see on the news.

The virus already existed before any of them even arrived at the cabin.

In the tsunami footage, the tide didn't pull away from the beach, and no one ran away until seconds before it allegedly hit, even as the wave was forming right in front of them.

700 plane crashes, complete with footage of them going down in ways that are not physically possible for an airplane? I don't think so. Most airplane accidents occur upon takeoff or landing. NOT mid-air. Yes, yes, I know. What about the one they saw when they went outside? You just answered yourself: they saw ONE plane crash. Not to mention, it crashed in an area with a high survival rate.

Again, literally any weather phenomena they experience can be easily tracked by weather reports. It also implies just how long Redmond had to have been stalking them, just to know when exactly they would be there and what the weather was going to be like when they got there.

And right at the end, when they're watching the news reports in the diner: all of them were coming from places where those disasters would've happened anyway.

And you know the saddest part? The guy got what he wanted and got away with it.

[disasterarea-podcast]

Okay, wow, so a bunch of new people followed me. Hi! *waves shyly*

So just for a little Podcast 101 introduction:

My name is Jennifer and I’ve been doing this podcast since the very last day of 2015. I’m a neurodivergent bisexual with a very cute beagle mix named Professor Pancakes. I like road trips, gay romance novels, and little crafty things like paint by numbers kits and mini DIY dollhouses. My personal Tumblr is @trollprincess.

Each episode of the podcast is focused on one disaster in particular, although I do sometimes stretch one disaster over multiple episodes if necessary. For example, not long ago I covered the Grenfell Tower fire, which took three episodes. I’ve also covered tangentially related emergency organizations and groups like care teams and the RNLI.

I wish I could say I get an episode out a week, but I have two other jobs, one full-time on the weekends and one part-time during the week, so episodes come out when they come out. To get them early, I have a Patreon for the podcast which can be found at the link below. I post episodes there as soon as I record them, and they’re also ad-free there.

My definition of “disaster” is pretty broad. I will cover anything from shipwrecks and plane crashes to financial disasters (“Cats” the movie is on my request list) to DashCon. Yes, I did an episode on DashCon. I couldn’t resist. (It’s episode 132, fyi.)

As an addendum to that, I also cover mass shootings. (It’s my podcast, I make the rules.) The rule for me on covering mass shootings is that the shooter’s name will only be mentioned once, if that, and that each victim will be named if possible.

As an addendum to THAT, disasters and tragedies can be very difficult subject matter. Please understand that episodes may feature death and destruction and decide accordingly if listening to each episode will be good for you and your mental health. I provide more specific trigger warnings at the start of each episode if necessary, but I will completely understand if a new episode is not something you’re comfortable listening to and you’d rather go watch Taskmaster or something.

There will be mentions of politics in episodes, but very much because emergency declarations, evacuations, regulations, etc. are an important part of disaster response. I also talk about mental health a lot, both for my own sake and to normalize talking about it. Like I said, difficult subject matter.

I am not a conspiracy theory sort of person. Don’t expect me to use the phrase “false flag” with anything other than sarcastic disdain.

You don’t have to start at the first episode! Honest. The first episodes of a podcast are almost a mess with people trying to find their footing, and this one is not any different. I’m not perfect, and I make mistakes, but I’m totally up for correcting myself if I screw up.

Every hundredth episode I cover a fictional disaster like a real one. Episode 100 was the attack on Nakatomi Plaza, and Episode 200 was the events aboard Trans American Flight 209. I’ve got a while before I decide what to do for episode 300.

Episodes I’d recommend: I’m very proud of episode 170 about United 93 (I read and watch everything I can get my hands on about 9/11, but I don’t plan to cover the whole event on the podcast because with the way I cover disasters, it’d be twenty episodes long at LEAST). I also very much recommend Episode 72 on the “Twilight Zone: The Movie” helicopter crash, mostly because someone told me to stop mentioning American movies so much so I did a whole episode in which I mentioned as many movie set disasters as possible. I’m also absurdly proud of myself for the Chernobyl series, because I never did finish the AIDS series and I learned I very much could pull it off. (I did mispronounce roentgen, but that’s on me.)

If you listen to older episodes, I have taken requests in the past but I am currently on hold with those because my request list right now is at 62 disasters. (Yes, including “Cats”.) So give it a little bit and let me get a few more done and we’ll see if we can start those back up again. 🙂

Thanks so much for being here!

[onekisstotakewithme]

wip ask game (i love this one)

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Technically @mihrsuri didn't tag me, so Lil, I hope you don't mind 💜

My WIPS (yes there are a few new ones on the list. yes, there are also a bunch y'all have seen before. humour me, pls):

podcast fic (tww)

collab (w/ [redacted]; tww)

internal displacement/duck and cover missing scene (tww)

secret dating (tww)

post-canon post-breakup wedding reunion (tww)

astrowives (for all mankind)

karen and wayne (for all mankind)

tracy third kid (for all mankind)

bj follows hawk to a gay meet-up (mash)

noir (mash)

president!CJ (tww)

requiem smut (tww)

sperm donor (tww)

plane crash (tww)

october II (mash)

ski au (mash)

traid wedding (mash)

[darklittlecreature666]

Beautiful Little Creature

Let me know what you think.... 🖤

Chapter 1

Chapter One

There was something about the darkness that always had you captivated. Standing at the window, watching the rain fall and the lightening strike through the sky you could help but wonder what it was. From your home to your own dress style portrayed darkness. You even recall your grandmother once confronting your mother, asking her if you were a witch. At the time you felt offended, yet now nearly thirty, dressed in all black with the only color to show would be the obscenely bright green hair and blue eyes that were soul piercing, you could see what the old woman was going on about.

Being the black sheep of the family had become somewhat of your trademark. Dark clothes, pale skin, bright colored hair, piercings and tattoos. You certainly stood out from everyone else, and not in ways they appreciated. The cherry on the cake for the family came when you decided to let them know that you were not interested in men, but in fact, you were gay. Most blocked and cut you off from their lives. Hard to believe that in the 21st century, something as simple as loving the same gender and still be treated as if you have some incurable and spreadable disease.

Though to be frank, it never really bothered you when you pushed aside. You never really got a lone with either side of your family. Their old ideologies and mannerism never suited you and was never something you could follow or agree with. Times had changed and thinking patterns need to do the same.

You had barely stepped out of college when you were contacted by the board of some college about a teaching position, before you knew you found yourself on a plane, heading to Vermont for an interview at an academy you had never heard of before, to meet the Principal that you had yet to even speak to. The thing was weird, but after from research you found the school to be well renowned. A place of absolute beauty. A school for extremely gifted children. While some information seemed vague, it peeked your interests. There had been mentions of the Principal on the website, yet no photos, and certainly not enough to tell you if you could possibly be working for a man or a woman.

After your call you booked a ticket, you decided to get there weeks before your interview. You wanted to see the town beforehand. You didn’t want to accept a job in a place that you were comfortable with and didn’t know. Two weeks would at least give you time to look around and get a feel. It would also give you more time to find out about the school from the public its Headmaster or Headmistress. Arriving earlier also provided you and opportunity to look around at houses. If you were going to stay, you wanted the perfect place to make your own in your possibly new little town.

The two weeks went quickly, the town was small but quant. The people seemed nice enough, yet getting the answers you were looking for seemed impossible. No one actually knew much about the school, about the students or about who ran it. According to the town, one day it was just there. Now while things can happen quickly, a school can’t just pop up overnight. You had tried contacting the school, you wanted to confirm your appointment, the only answer you got was “The Principal will contact you regarding your appointment” That was it, and mid of the second week you had still not heard a thing. You had taken time to have a look at a few houses and had your eye on the perfect one, you had looked at a car and had planned a list of everything else you would need for your move. If someone could just let you know what was happening.

It was a Thursday evening when the rain came rolling in, the thunder crashed, and the lightening lit the night sky when you heard the notification on your laptop. You forced yourself away from the window and your thoughts about your past to take a set at the desk and look at what it may be. An email, from a: Principal L. Morningstar. The surname had you laughing. If your grandmother was alive you would be phoning her. The idea of telling her that her ‘witch’ granddaughter had an interview with the Devil would have been the greatest thing in your life.

Good evening Ms Ives,

I apologize for my tardiness; the past two weeks have been chaotic and contacting you regarding your interview had slipped through the cracks.

I am aware of the late hour, but if you can come tomorrow around 08:00am for your interview?

If my late mail has created any inconvenience, please let me know. I am more than happy to set up for another day and time.

Regards,

Principal L. Morningstar

The surname had you giggling once again, you had to wonder what the ‘L’ stood for. You wanted to respond by saying that you didn’t care about an interview, you accept the position. The idea of being able to tell people that your boss was Principal Morningstar, created an excitement in like no other.

Good evening,

I understand.

8:00 tomorrow morning is perfectly fine.

Regards,

L. Ives

You paused before adding your name, you decided that you wanted to test the waters a little. L. Ives. Your L. for Lilith. You wanted to see if the ‘devil’ on the other end of the pc had a sense of humor. You truly hope that they did.

Chapter 2

[darklilcreature]

Beautiful Little Creature

Notes: Let me know what you think 🦇

Chapter 1

There was something about the darkness that always had you captivated. Standing at the window, watching the rain fall and the lightening strike through the sky you could help but wonder what it was. From your home to your own dress style portrayed darkness. You even recall your grandmother once confronting your mother, asking her if you were a witch. At the time you felt offended, yet now nearly thirty, dressed in all black with the only color to show would be the obscenely bright green hair and blue eyes that were soul piercing, you could see what the old woman was going on about.

Being the black sheep of the family had become somewhat of your trademark. Dark clothes, pale skin, bright colored hair, piercings and tattoos. You certainly stood out from everyone else, and not in ways they appreciated. The cherry on the cake for the family came when you decided to let them know that you were not interested in men, but in fact, you were gay. Most blocked and cut you off from their lives. Hard to believe that in the 21st century, something as simple as loving the same gender and still be treated as if you have some incurable and spreadable disease.

Though to be frank, it never really bothered you when you pushed aside. You never really got a lone with either side of your family. Their old ideologies and mannerism never suited you and was never something you could follow or agree with. Times had changed and thinking patterns need to do the same.

You had barely stepped out of college when you were contacted by the board of some college about a teaching position, before you knew you found yourself on a plane, heading to Vermont for an interview at an academy you had never heard of before, to meet the Principal that you had yet to even speak to. The thing was weird, but after from research you found the school to be well renowned. A place of absolute beauty. A school for extremely gifted children. While some information seemed vague, it peeked your interests. There had been mentions of the Principal on the website, yet no photos, and certainly not enough to tell you if you could possibly be working for a man or a woman.

After your call you booked a ticket, you decided to get there weeks before your interview. You wanted to see the town beforehand. You didn’t want to accept a job in a place that you were comfortable with and didn’t know. Two weeks would at least give you time to look around and get a feel. It would also give you more time to find out about the school from the public its Headmaster or Headmistress. Arriving earlier also provided you and opportunity to look around at houses. If you were going to stay, you wanted the perfect place to make your own in your possibly new little town.

The two weeks went quickly, the town was small but quant. The people seemed nice enough, yet getting the answers you were looking for seemed impossible. No one actually knew much about the school, about the students or about who ran it. According to the town, one day it was just there. Now while things can happen quickly, a school can’t just pop up overnight. You had tried contacting the school, you wanted to confirm your appointment, the only answer you got was “The Principal will contact you regarding your appointment” That was it, and mid of the second week you had still not heard a thing. You had taken time to have a look at a few houses and had your eye on the perfect one, you had looked at a car and had planned a list of everything else you would need for your move. If someone could just let you know what was happening.

It was a Thursday evening when the rain came rolling in, the thunder crashed, and the lightening lit the night sky when you heard the notification on your laptop. You forced yourself away from the window and your thoughts about your past to take a set at the desk and look at what it may be. An email, from a: Principal L. Morningstar. The surname had you laughing. If your grandmother was alive you would be phoning her. The idea of telling her that her ‘witch’ granddaughter had an interview with the Devil would have been the greatest thing in your life.

Good evening Ms Ives,

I apologize for my tardiness; the past two weeks have been chaotic and contacting you regarding your interview had slipped through the cracks.

I am aware of the late hour, but if you can come tomorrow around 08:00am for your interview?

If my late mail has created any inconvenience, please let me know. I am more than happy to set up for another day and time.

Regards,

Principal L. Morningstar

The surname had you giggling once again, you had to wonder what the ‘L’ stood for. You wanted to respond by saying that you didn’t care about an interview, you accept the position. The idea of being able to tell people that your boss was Principal Morningstar, created an excitement in like no other.

Good evening,

I understand.

8:00 tomorrow morning is perfectly fine.

Regards,

L. Ives

You paused before adding your name, you decided that you wanted to test the waters a little. L. Ives. Your L. for Lilith. You wanted to see if the ‘devil’ on the other end of the pc had a sense of humor. You truly hope that they did.

Chapter 2

[o-wyrmlight]

Anons on this site have such brainworms "this real life person expressed an opinion and analysis over something i dont like so im going to go into their inbox and tell them to kill themself, i am so smart and stand for justice"

Grow the fuck up, get off the internet, and realise that your little bubble is actively making you a worse person. Not you Bill, you are delightful <3

Fun fact: The word 'gay' used to mean 'happy or carefree' for centuries before it became re-adopted to refer to homosexual men, and even then, it became a slur.

Nowadays, gay is a reclaimed phrase that now references anyone under the homosexual and homoromantic umbrella. I'd bring it up as being the same pretense as lesbian, but with the whole crimew debacle, it's not what people are focusing on. And like I said--nowadays 'gay' is used as a broader term, even though it's still more associated with men than not.

Words change and shift in definition over time, like it or not. No one definition of a word is ever going to be universal--there are always going to be people who have a different interpretation of the word than you do. The word 'gay' once meant (and still does mean, though not nearly as frequently as it did before) cheerful and jovial. Then it became a slur of hate before being reclaimed by the community it was being used on. Now its definition has broadened, even if the very general definition still speaks by and large to men liking other men.

There's a lot more to it than that, but yeah. While I definitely don't know absolutely everything about LGBT+ history (a lot of the time, I get a bit stressed out about how people in the past were treated), it is something that I will do more research in.

The point is, you can't control how other people identify themselves and how their words are used. All that it does is make it more difficult for people to find words to identify how they identify and makes them much less likely to even try.

Even if you don't understand why they use something like 'bi lesbian', it isn't your role to come up with a narrative about what that person is trying to imply. And it isn't a good mindset to automatically assume that your perspective is more 'right' than them. All that it does is is exacerbate the whole 'us vs. them' mentality, which is terrible because all parties involved are in the same community.

Regardless of your opinion in the matter, your perspective does not deserve demeaning the life and existence of someone else just because they use a word a little bit differently than you. I understand that lesbian is a term that was specifically catered to exclude men, but calling yourself a lesbian does still carry its meaning in strongly implying that you at the very least prefer women over men.

Besides. The people who aren't going to respect lesbians aren't going to care whether people call themselves bi lesbians or not. It's not going to change their mindsets over whether or not they 'deserve' a particular woman, because there will always be people who think that they can 'change the mind' of a self-identifying lesbian, even if she's both homoromantic and homosexual. People are entitled like that. But there are also always going to be people who respect those preferences, as well, because--here's an important thing to remember--not all men are evil and out to get you.

I could go on about this so much more, but frankly, I'm just writing down my thoughts as they come, and if I continue, I'll be here all night. So. Yeah.

I have a lot of thoughts in my mind about this and other tangential issues, but I don't want to ramble on for too long.

I'm going to leave this off by saying that going up to other people, telling them to kill themself, and saying you hope they die in a fiery plane crash will never be helpful to anyone, and it doesn't prove you're right.

[wanou-dorm]

HSA- Nextunia - Alban Schnee

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Name:Alban Schnee 

HDD - Snow heart

Based on: Blanc and White heart 

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿: Male

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 18-20 it’s known that he’s the older

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: January 1st 

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: Capricorn

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 4’10

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿:dull Blue, Red in HDD

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: White with hints dull blues 

Sky Blue and White ( HDD)

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Nextunia 

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: Second year

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 2-A

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Sector Leader/ Student 

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: Movie club

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Literature / Computer 

Sexuality: ..NONE YOUR DAMN BUSINESSES! (Gay, hes just dosent want Vincent to find out .)

Homeland: The Shaftlands 

𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Ambidextrous 

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Mushrooms , Ice Cream and Hot cocoa  

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Bean and Onion Rings

Likes: Video games , Plushies, His brothers ,Snow  

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: He’s Anger issues , seemingly His own Body or rather the Fact people  keep bringing how small he is , “ IM OVER 18 damn Age Verification system!!” , Being called a cute or a S**ta , Vincent ,Sh**acon 

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: Writing, Video games , Hes Trying Stuff that Doesn't involves Breaking things, 

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: Creatively insulting people and things, 

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 and Backstory:

The most Abrasive Member of the Dorm , Alban is as Blunt and Aggressive as it can get. He Rivals Gabrielle In how quick he can change for being Happy to “ GOD ,YOUR BOTH PIECES OF BIRD SHIT, GET A ROOM.“(This was said to Flynn and Rubina, though he was pinned between them on a bus.)

If he  dosent like it he will rip it apart . Alban is often  mistaken for a middle schooler despite Being in 2nd Year when he’s Clearly just Short.

 He’s also seems Jealous of almost every Man …. Who was Blessed with a more “Masculine”  body  than him.  Many people are Quick to point out that he’s Rather Bottom heavy which also Gets on his nerves  when point out even if it’s met to be Encouraging it’s better to not comment on his Figure at all . Most Students do under Estimate him

Also, don’t call Something like Cute or God Forbid you call him a Sh*ta your Going to straight to the Ninth circle of Hell and he’s Personally sending you there . 

Mess with his “little” brothers and you will rue the Day . 

Most surprisingly say Alban is actually pretty nice, all most Casual when he’s buttons aren’t pushed .He  just has a huge hair trigger Temper that works against him this was probably caused by Vincent who often finds some way to Tease mostly about his Figure or something  else compared to Vincent’s Army man Muscles . If only people would stop provoking him.

This Hair Trigger Temper is only worsen in HDD as most bets are off , He has Definitely lost All patience and Wants you to Back off. 

Unique Magic

White Purity -

 It Reverts something back into its “purest “ state. However if Used on A Senient Being Thier “ Purest” State Is  the State of which they are most powerful,Which is why he only uses it on non living things .

Triva

Alban is one the top Students in Nextunia for Combat , Hes Way stronger and Durable than he Looks .

Unlike Vert and Blanc, Vincent and Alban hate Each other’s guts . Even Plutus and Blake know when to stop pushing his buttons. Plutus said He once walked in to White Sector  to find Him unresponsive after Vincent came to “Tease” him after his Brothers  came to him in concern

Alban being Older , Yet only being in second Year  is actually kind of a joke of how some people view Nintendo  as lagging behind PlayStation and Xbox

 

Unlike Blanc he’s Good at writing Stories ,Even Down to Ridiculous Plot points such as “ Everyone is on a plane   When Another plane  crashes into it . It was a Final Destination Inspired Visual novel. With Choice of Protagonist being Gabrielle or Aiden.

His Brothers are Twins and taller than He is  but thier also little shits.

I often called them Reverse Octatrio.

It appear he may know Jack saying” I saw a White Wolf trying to Haul a Sled , He not as good as Hauling’em  as the Reindeer though . “ 

More Evidence is that , He says his Neighbors are Wolf Beastman and that thier Son  got accepted into night raven 

His HDD is  more Similar to Verts in style than  Blanc ,that’s mainly Due to this 

He’dp probably where Shorts and have another Suit underneath

He doesn’t exactly like Going HDD mainly do to so many people commenting on His physique

Alban is Very much confused by the many girls and some guys in Vincent’s Sector who admit to  liking  boys like “ Snow heart “

He’s Apparently good at Ice and Earth magic  

He hates sweltering Heat it when he’s the most Angry  unless you give himself Popsicle of Ice cream and Not Like Pull out near you Crouch he learned that with Vincent  . 

Apparently he has problems with camera and Sight based  age verification most believing he’s A Kid to forged. A Fake ID he Usally gets Plutus  to Vouch for him but sometimes they Don’t believe him so they get  Blake to buy it .

Frequents the School Counselor/Mascot  a lot. .

His Processor units are named for Nintendo consoles

Facts about Alban

Voice Claim: Chuuya Nakahara 

Theme Song

White Wings

Darkness my sorrow

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

——— BASICS! ♡

NAME: mimi

PRONOUNS: she/her

ZODIAC SIGN: sagittarius

TAKEN OR SINGLE: single!

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

i don't really mention it at all on here but i'm a massive weeb, anime and manga are probably my biggest media interest and up until just a few months ago, i'd only ever rped within anime fandoms.

i have a fascination with plane crashes and ship sinkings, i don't know why but i could easily spend hours watching docs about them!

i can't ride a bike :)

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: prior to 2010-ish, i used to rp on chatrooms that were by today's standards, very unsafe places full of unsavoury people ( but it was like 2008, no one knew shit about stranger danger on the internet yet ). i had a really cringe oc too and to this day i still remember her name and design! after that i was introduced to tumblr, where i stayed until the end of 2017, having around 30+ blogs because the concept of multi-muse blogs weren't favourable at that time. after the tumblrpocalypse i moved to discord where i spent almost 3 years strictly rping with the same group of friends for the same fandom, but things went south and i tried out twitter rp, but it didn't really stick. i moved back to tumblr at the end of last year so now here we are!

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: memes are 100% the easiest way to start interacting for me, especially if it's for the first time. i'm very open to continuing threads from meme replies and then either discussing things further or winging it from thereon. but sometimes i get a more detailed idea in mind that i'm more inclined to plot for, i'm just baby who is very shy to approach people though.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: i'm fine with either but the ratio of character's i've rped is around 80 male to 20 female. partly it's because ( at least in my past experiences ) people are much more likely to be interested in rping with male characters for gay gay homosexual gay shipping purposes. also there were just more male characters to work with in the fandoms i rped in in the past compared to female so i often defaulted to male.

MULTI OR SINGLE: i wanted to try out a multi-muse when i first came back to tumblr but it never really stuck, but i do find single muses easier to work with because i have the attention span of a pea!

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): i've personally never used face claims before but in general i don't have a preference for those who do, so long as it's not someone who is a bad person irl.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: fluff is nice sometimes! but unless it's paired with something else ( be it action, drama, etc ) it can quickly turn into a case of "okay how many replies are going to be just mushy cuddles and sweet words back and forth before i get bored".

ANGST: i adore angst! i love causing problems on purpose! i rub my grubby little flea hands together and cackle into the night at the prospect of dishing out pain and anguish to characters involved in an rp! delicious!

SMUT: i love smut and i've had a lot of experience writing it, but similarly to my opinions on fluff, it can run into the same issue but just the horny version.

tagged by: i am a thief

tagging: anyone who sees this!