#i want captain belle

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[anuyuri]

【PREFACE: I was thinking about genderbent Ray while writing this.】

There was this correlation between Ray and Belle (sushi cow) that I wasn’t able to fully articulate properly, but now I can!

At first, looking into it with an Asian point of view, I thought, “Well, they’re pretty standard for big siblings (honorific; it’s a direct translation but can mean anyone), right?”. Belle really elicits that big sister vibe and Ray, though supposedly meant to be big sister, undoubtedly gives a big brother type of feeling. My heart was happy for a moment, but there was still a lingering feeling of uncontent…

It wasn’t until I was searching up Asian stereotypes in America (for my thesis on why I think Ray is Asian) that I was able to fully realise what I had been searching for! Ray was percieved as the Lotus Blossom stereotype and Belle feels like a mere parody off of the Dragon Lady stereotype. Funnily, those stereotypes were popular in the 1900s to Early 2000s, whilst Captain Laserhawk is set in 1992.

For those unaware, a Lotus Blossom is an obedient, cutesy, docile, eager-to-please Asian, who was saved by a white saviour, and thus is willing to do anything for them but is overall disposable. In some cases, they are willing to kill themselves for the sake of America. To quote a movie which has the Lotus Blossom stereotype, “I can get 10 of you in 2 minutes!”.

In this case, you can replace America with Eden. So when Ray breaks the perception of the Lotus Blossom stereotype and stops being docile, what happens? Disposal and replacement. Because they “can find another one anyways”.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Lady is a promiscuous, mysterious, exotic Asian who has agency over her sexuality. Sometimes portrayed as angry and aggressive and thus is killed for a “happy ending”. There really isn’t much to say because she appeared for 7 seconds with one pose and no dialogue, but I guess that just adds to the mysterious feeling ahaha (ヽ´ω`)

My heart is full. ☺️

[therighthandofvengeance]

Sheridan: Honestly, Susan— do you know how to go for anything but the jugular?

Ivanova: I mean, I could go for Mexican if you could go for Mexican.

Sheridan: Yeah, that sounds like a good lunch, let’s go.

[wolfpoets]

& you know what? now that everything is on the table they can finally heal. ed doesn't want to be captain, doesn't even really want to be in control. he just wants to be fed, and loved, and cherished, and taken care of. & stede? a man who subconsciously adopted a whole misfit family of pirates who needed him? that's all he wants to do. he wants to be in control just so he can make it all okay again. he wants someone to love and cherish and take care of. he wants a family - not one that was forced on him, but one of his own making. once they get through the rough waters the revenge is going to be the most emotionally healthy pirate ship to ever sail the seven seas.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Long time no update.

Been off work the last 9 days and I have one more tomorrow. Had a vacation then covid so a nice good time to binge OUAT. I'm in season 5 now.

So lots to post and (late) react to. So let's get started!

God I love that look for rumple.

VERY smart of him to have his shadow hide the dagger.

"Well last time I called you mom we were about to die so mary Margaret it is."

Hook is the epitome of "let's have a chat about your intentions with my daughter".

😂😂

The PERM COMMENT

SLICE AND DICE HIS ASS EMMA!

The S word 😂

Love spinning rumple.

Oooh she's so pretty but so fake.

You know real belle is into choking. It's part of the monsterfucker code.

Makes me think of something I heard "the girls (gender neutral) who hate being tickled are the same who love being choked."

They're both fucking hot and dangerous here.

Ah the old space jam "fake magic water" skit.

But also slutty rumple with his shirt cut to his titties.

Belief must come from within.

They all have such good lines.

Even fake belle is exasperated with him.

And real rumple is so lost on her.

God i wished red lipstick looked this good on me.

To be fair I don't think I ever really tried it. I'm almost as pale as belle maybe it'd work.

I just love both of their faces.

Again the dislike of the creepy doll is strong.

[notmoreflippingelves]

I was tagged by @saemi-the-dreamer. It was very hard to pick 5 favorite characters (and I did cheat a bit), so I tried to limit myself to characters that I thought people (or at least my followers) were more likely to know and characters that I have loved for at least 10+ years. (Because as much as I think my current blorbos are blorbos "for all time," it is still early days so that could change.)

Tagging @chlogummy, @combefaerie, @arathesane, @moocowmoocow and anyone else who wants to do this.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

8 shows to know me better

I was tagged by the bestest @sarcasmisalifechoice to post 8 shows to know me better

i'm also copying rebe and posting them in the order i watched them (cause that'll probably help me remember the shows lol)

pokemon

2. bobobo

3. avatar: the last airbender

4. skam españa

5. druck

6. the good place

7. glee

8. derry girls

and i'm tagging @glittertrail @minglana @bendoyleslastbraincell @docpiplup @narratorstragedy

[thebellearchives]

i have so many things i want to write and yet… here i am… drinking cold chocolate in my living room… doomscrolling….

[golden-dart]

I love elementary, the show is brilliant and so underrated. It also contains my platonic ot3 which consists of Sherlock, Joan and Marcus.

[avatarquake]

OK, but Justin being sure Dragon (Kei) would come to listen to Bell (Suzu) singing live and using that impromptu concert as bait, makes me think Dragon (Kei) listened to Bell (Suzu)'s very first song along with Angel (Tomo) (very highly probable) and then went to the concert he ended up fighting the Justices -again with Angel (Tomo)- and Justin had been hunting him for a really long-ass time to believe that wherever Bell (Suzu) shows up, the Dragon (Kei) is expectedly close by. (He did it for Angel (Tomo). Each time Angel (Tomo) wanted to listen to Bell (Suzu), Dragon (Kei) took him to her concerts.)

[On a side note; Suzu's first kiss was going to be virtual with the dragon avatar of a practically total stranger, if it wasn't for their traumas and respect of boundaries, and you know what? I respect that.]

[bonbongiveshell]

The worst part of having a suspicion that someone you love is turning into a crypto terf is that they are hiding their opinions behind little "harmless" statements on purpose and collecting evidence so you can confront them about it is a fucking insane thing to do

[tobystrugglestolisten]

Thought my captain Puffy sketch looked cute, might delete later. OwO

[hauntingblue]

Skypiea time part 2

She is a woman..... this is sanji's influence... in whiskey peak his slashes were non gendered

Ace just letting himself get pushed into the river like aight my bad I will take my punishment.... he really is so well mannered (it sounds like I'm talking about a dog)

Conis showing that nami influence.... gfs....

Nami and luffy twins moment look how relieved she is... this whole fight is so theirs...

Also how funny it is that the milk girl gave ace a shirt.... also new pants??? She must think he lost the shirt in the river.... no girl he is just a slut...

Nami: okay ❤️ yay ❤️

Noland just thinking about where karugara is and if he is alright in his EXECUTION!! SICK AND TWISTED

OMG BOUNDMAN INSPO????

NO ACEEE NOOOOOOOO

THE END OF ACES STORY IS THAT THE COFFE IS NO LONGER BITTER BC THEY SERVE IT WITH MILK AND WHY AM I EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining being nervous around the 141 and yet STILL garnering their attention.

Like, you've done everything in your power NOT to get noticed. You're as happy as a clam to work on all the behind the scenes issues. You don't even go out on the field!

You're the one to get gear in place, you're the one talking to Nik and supervising the equipment repairs. You make sure the armory is stocked and that the showers aren't running with rusty water.

You really DON'T want any eyes on you.

You just want to do your job and do it in fucking peace.

So why the hell are they always wanting your attention?

-

"There she is. Keepin' everything in order while 'm gone." Price chuckles, placing a hand on your back as he passes through the armory's narrow shelves. "Looking to take my spot as Captain hm, Love?"

You bury your face into your clipboard, trying desperately to ignore him. He's not going away but God do you want him to. His presence is always so overwhelming and his gaze so pointed. If you could shrink into nothingness you'd try.

-

"Oi, Bonnie!" Soap calls out to you at mess. He waves his arms wildly, making everyone look his way. "C'mere! Sit w' us today!"

He's so loud his voice echoes across the cafeteria. Recruits and lower ranking members shrink at the sound of it. So do you, even though you can hear only excitement in his tone instead of the usual ire he employs while training the rookies.

You know that if you decide to sit with your friends you'll never hear the end of it. But if you choose to sit with him and the rest of the all star task force you'll be under their gazes for the better part of the morning. You want to just drop your lunch tray and run out, but on unsteady legs and a bowed head you shuffle to the table.

-

"Well well, look who it is." Gaz huffs, looking up from his terminal set up in the surveillance room. "Thanks for packing those extra headset chords for me."

"Uh...yeah, no problem." You nod, trying to ignore him while simultaneously digging in an old box full of wires.

"Whatcha lookin' for?"

"Uh...a mouse. A wireless one."

"Here, take mine." He smiles, unplugging the tiny chip from the side of his laptop. "Need a new one anyway."

"It's alright I-"

"Just take it. You deserve it more than me." He hums, looking away wistfully. "If it weren't for those extra cords we wouldn't 'ave been able to call for evac on that last mission."

You take the mouse into your palm, feeling uneasy. Something about his demeanor isn't right. Gaz is always confident and sure. But the way he glances at you before he turns back to the computer makes you worried.

Is he...jealous?

You slip out of the door and close it behind you without making a sound.

-

"Need t' put a bell on you." Ghost grumbles. "Can't hear you n' those."

You stop midway down the hallway, confused and nervous.

You look down at your old, beat up reg boots from your PT days. They were definitely in need for a decommissioning, but they were comfy despite the fact that the soles had no tread anymore.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." You awkwardly mumble. "Need new ones."

"No."

You raise a brow at him. It was just the two of you in one of the maintenance hallways which was, ironically enough, poorly maintained. The overhead fluorescents flickered and made it hard to focus.

"Keep 'em." He nods, turning away and showing you the full breadth of his back. He mutters at you as while he keeps walking on.

"Keeps you under the radar."

[audisive]

♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

       It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.