#why was Jack the only one who got to give her advice when the other queer women were right there

[thespianwordnerd]

Thinking about how not confirming Ace or Tegan as queer onscreen also deprived Yaz of being basically surrounded by queer women who would understand her struggles and help her in the support group...and how doctor who is a show where companions who have died or dissappeared can still come back sometimes for sci fi reasons*coughs* Bill and Clara. and so many others. We could have had it all.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny and Damien are twins au, but a slightly redeemed vlad makes Danny the CEO of Vlad Co and DALV and all his other shell companies. Danny is danny, he got pushed into this against his will and is very overwhelmed by CEO duties, so he reaches out to one of his father's sons, Timothy Drake-Wayne, for advice

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So, danny definitely knows his heritage in this au. He was the spare to Damien's heir, and while their relationship was strained by the constant competition, they still love each other, even when Danny started to show more proficiency in infiltration and subterfuge than assassination. Damien and Danny have a huge fight before Danny leaves, with Damien swearing to never forgive Danny for his betrayal, while Danny is like "what betrayal??? I just cant bring myself to kill someone outside of self-defense??"

(One of the things I hate about Danny and Damien Twin AUs is this depiction that, just because (usually) Danny is unwilling to kill, that makes him weak and a traitor. You think the medical staff in the LoA are assassinating people? Or the lawyers? He's not useless, he's just not good as an assassin)

He was sent to the Fentons at like... seven? eight? to study how the Fentons are purifying lazurus waters from Jack and Maddie, both of whom are partly sponsored by the League of Assassins. He's also learning more about spying from Jack, surprisingly, because no one would expect him of being a top tier spy. He has the occasional mission as a child, but it's mostly shadowing Jack to learn how to spy.

Danny sends letters to both Talia and Damien regarding updates on his training and the Fenton's research, but after a year of no reply from Damien, it's only to Talia. He's feels super hurt by this, and abandoned by the LoA, but the Fentons are kind and familial, and Talia visits once a year. She's unwilling to risk visiting more often, lest she risk getting the JL or the Spiders attention, but sometimes she even manages to visit on his birthday!

(Meanwhile, Talia starts sending birthday assassins to kill Damien so she can spend their birthday with Danyal. She's a really hot and cold mom.

Talia: You can choose me, and have a birthday dinner. Or you can choose your father and have a birthday assassin. You're choice. )

When Slade blows up the LoA, Danyal is given permanent orders to remain as Daniel Fenton until Talia, and only Talia, brings him back to the League. No missions and only one letter every six months. But when Ra's comes back to life and the League is back in power, Talia... never tells Danyal. Because she's seen how happy Damien is being a normal child with their father and wants that for Danyal too. Plus, she wants to continue to have a good relationship one of her children, sue her bruce.

So Danny is completely convinced that the League is mostly gone other than his mother, her zealots, and knows that his brother is living with their father. and he's... relieved. His brother is safe, and his mom told him their grandfather was avenged, so Danny can just enjoy his life. Which he does.

He sends out his six month report days before the portal accident.

Canon stuff happens until Danny is sixteen and Vlad, the fruitloop, steps down as CEO and strong-arms Danny into becoming CEO in his place. Jack and Maddie (who at this point know [or have always known in Jack's case, adn Danny didn't appreciate his dad using his his poker face against him like that] about Phantom) are thrilled.

Vlad is using his "foster son" (Dark Danny, but in this idea, he's Dante Masters) as an excuse as to why he's stepping down, since Dante needs all the attention he can give as a "troubled youth". Danny secretly hopes Dante kills Vlad in his sleep, but signs the papers away.

And there's so much work.

Danny has some idea of what he's doing (Vlad co is a tech company and DALV is weapons manufacturing, plus vlad gave him a crash course on CEOing). Sam and Tuck even help! But he wishes there was someone who could understand the pain of being a CEO while still a teen. But... his father's son, his brother, is one such person. And even though the other would never know, he really wanted to get to know his other siblings. So Danny reaches out for advice to Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Tim is immediately on guard when this Damien clone walks into his office claiming to be the new Vlad Co CEO. The clone acts nothing like Damien, but he still thinks this Danny Fenton is a league plant.

His paranoia doubles when Damien freaks out and confesses that A) Danny is apparently his twin brother and B) that he's been with the League of Assassins this whole time. Damien, who really doesn't want to admit that the reason he forced himself to forget his brother was because said brother didn't want to kill people, says "Tch. I didn't want to associate with the likes of him, so I put him out of my mind." Tim now believes that he's dealing with a master assassin with a huge grudge against Damien and Danyal showing no signs of malicious or aggression in their meetings only convinces him that Danyal is a master actor too.

Which, Danyal is a master actor. But all that other stuff is just Tim reaching.

[cybertronian-reader-imagines]

How about someone who was recently turned into a Cybertronian and Team Prime tended to and comforted them? They have a lot of adjusting to do! 👀

TW: A bit of implied disassociation because, holy shit, suddenly you're a giant metal robot and that's kinda hard to wrap your newly non-organic brain around.

((Knock Out is here because there is not enough Autobot!Knock Out and I love him.))

Team Prime comforting Reader, who just got turned into a Cybertronian, would include...

Optimus reassures you from the first moment that you have a safe home with Team Prime, should you choose to stay with them. Of course, you do. He makes sure you have the time and space to adjust and be comfortable with your new body before jumping into anything. He's just there if you need him, which some days is more helpful than everyone's else's efforts to offer unsolicited advice right off the bat.

Bumblebee helps you adjust to having wheels by challenging you to races that double as training whenever possible. He is almost certainly going easy on you, but nobody ever tells you as much.

Bulkhead is the first to realize that maybe you just really need a damn hug right now, if only because he's not very good with words. He hugs you and reassured you that it will be okay, and you're amazed how warm and fuzzy you feel afterwards, even though you're fairly sure your new body doesn't actually feel such minute temperature changes.

Ratchet tries to be "comforting" by explaining how your new body works... in detail that goes way, WAY over your head. But eventually, you get him talking about Cybertron's history and culture, and realize that your two species aren't all that different after all, which helps more than an anatomy lesson ever could.

Smokescreen is quick to remind you that you don't have to go back to your boring human school/job/house/whatever. Depending on how much you liked/disliked your old life, this is either incredibly helpful or incredibly irritating. If you get upset with him though, he's quick to apologize, and it's hard not to be comforted by that well-meaning smile and a servo patting your shoulder.

Arcee might somehow be even more protective of you than she is of the humans - she knows what happens when bots overestimate how much they can handle, and she figures that's really easy to do when you go from being a tiny, fragile human to a giant robot. Sometimes it's hard to hear her remind you that you're still mortal, but she means well. "Okay Mom, I get it."

Wheeljack, like Bulkhead, isn't very good with words, but he's also not very good with affection. What he can do, however, is listen. He's there the first time you get frustrated with the rest of the Team - not because they truly did anything wrong, but because being cramped into a tiny base with people you've just met will irritate anyone - and he never breathes a word of what you vented to the others. The Wreckers had their spats too - he knows you'll all be cool at the end of the day.

Oh Primus help Ultra Magnus he doesn't have a comforting servo in his body, but at least he's honest about that. In fact, he's the best bot to go to when you're ready to have things less sugarcoated.

Knock Out doesn't understand what the fuss is about - why would anyone ever want to be a squishy, gross organic when they could be Cybertronian? Humans couldn't turn into cars, for one, and couldn't be polished. He gives you a fresh coat of paint and polish and tells you how much better you look now - it does help, in a way. Being able to pick out new paint makes you feel a little more like your new body is really your body.

But honestly? Your biggest comfort might just be Jack, Miko, and Raf, if only because they will remind you any time you so much as frown just how cool being a giant robot is. And then you remember, yeah, it is pretty cool, actually.

[sturnsdc]

FIRST... DATE?

pair: Spencer Reid x fem!YN Hotchner

synopsis: Gideon gives Spencer tickets to a Bruins game, with the excuse of inviting Y/N. However, things don´t go as they both planned after he asks his friends for advice.

warnings: none, just fluff, corny, and awkward Spencer

inspired by: S1 E4: “Plain Sight”

words: 2,2k

A/N: Sorry, this is really bad. This is the first one, i promise the rest will be better. Take it as an introduction to the story

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Y/N'S POV

it had been one of those cases that left you thinking for a few hours, so i decided to settle into my seat on the jet, trying to find something that could distract me. It was then that my gaze went to Spencer, who as always was playing chess with Gideon.

i couldn't help but feel bad for him, his birthday had been interrupted by a case, and one of those that left you with the worst feelings. He didn't even complain when he had the chance, i just saw his joy fade when my dad interrupted the little celebration we had prepared for him.

i wanted to continue with the celebration that Morgan, Elle, JJ and i had prepared for him, but i know that my friends were too tired and that he would probably refuse this time.

i let out a sigh, remembering the way he smiled when he saw the cake, or the way he kept trying to beat the infinite candles despite explaining him why it wouldn't work.

my chest felt warm when that happened. Spencer has a comforting smile, the kind you would love to see over and over again, because he will always give you that nice feeling.

you would know he was a sweet, innocent soul just by seeing him smile.

a clearing of the throat brought me out of my thoughts, it was coming from my side so i turned my head to see who was calling my attention.

it was Spencer.

- hey, uhm... Gideon just gave me some tickets to go see the Bruins tomorrow, and i found out that you really like them... - After saying that there was silence, i looked at him for a few seconds, waiting to see if he would say anything else.

- uh yeah, actually i love them, why?

- well, i wanted to know if you... uh.... wanna go with me to watch the game - i saw him playing with his hands and looking towards Gideon's seat.

i felt my cheeks heat up, was he inviting me to a Bruins game? me?

i cleared my throat, trying not to make my nervousness so obvious.

- sure, i'd love that, Spence

i saw his cheeks turn red in the same way, which made me feel a little more confident.

after that we stayed talking for a few minutes, agreeing on a time to see each other before the game and once ready, Spencer sat down with Gideon again, but not before turning to look at me before sitting down.

JJ suddenly appeared next to me, smiling.

- so, a date with Reid? - She murmured as she sat next to me.

i hit her with my elbow, embarrassed again.

it's not a date, it's just hanging out as friends.

once i got to my apartment i started to prepare dinner. After dinner i usually call my mom to talk to her about my day and keep in good contact.

she's my best friend, the only person in the world i would tell everything to. Even if it means having my dad listen to some of the conversations from time to time, especially now that my little brother Jack has born, since he usually comes into the room he shares with her, telling her that Jack misses his mother, and then he just didn't come out again.

however, the ringtone on my phone alerted me while i was cooking, so i quickly took it out of my pocket.

INCOMING CALL

mama

- hi? - i asked her, fearing that something had happened.

- when were you going to tell me? - she asked me, with a very serious tone of voice, so much so that she scared me.

what did i do?

- what are you talking about, mom? - The nervousness was clear

- about your date with Spencer!

wait... what?

- how...? - Then something clicked in my head. - was it dad?

- it doesn't matter! why hadn't you told me?

- i was just getting home! you know i always call you after dinner. - I tried to defend myself, but i heard her snort on the other side of the line.

- this is more important than routine! it's your first date since you broke up with...

- it's not a date. - i let out a sigh.

- your dad said it's a date.

- don't believe him anything!

- what are you gonna wear?

- i don't know, he'll take me to watch the Bruins game...

i heard her scream, which made my eyes widen.

- is he going to take you to watch the Bruins game? Y/N, honey, that's a date.

- but…

she interrupted me and started giving me advice for “the date.”

my noodles were forgotten when i heard her enter the non-verbal language tips.

- hey, Spence. - i greeted him, watching him quickly get out of his car to get to the passenger side and open the door for me. - Thank you

after getting in and closing the door, i hurriedly put on the seat belt while he returned to his place.

- hi Y/N, you look... g-good - i heard him stutter.

my clothes were pretty casual. I decided to ignore much of the advice i received the night before, choosing to be myself.

this is what i would wear to watch the Bruins, but a little prettier.

- thanks, Spence. You look good too.

he looked quite formal, but still casual. It wasn't exactly the same outfit i would see him in on a day at work.

i have to admit, it looks more than just “good.”

his cheeks reddened as he began to drive. A somewhat uncomfortable silence settled in the atmosphere.

- is this your first time watching the Bruins?

- do you wanna eat something?

we both asked at the same time, so we looked at each other a little surprised, and then started laughing.

- for me it would be nice to eat something before going. -I decided to answer his question, still laughing a little.

- cool, i actually know a place near where we should go

he started to tell me a little about that eating place, but i noticed that he sometimes stopped himself when he felt like he was talking too much, so i tried to ask more. I want him to feel comfortable today. I want him to be himself.

when we arrived he asked me not to get out of the car, and instead he got out, walking around the front until he reached my door, which he opened for me.

after unbuckling my seat belt i got off and we both started walking inside the place.

calm music played in the background, and the atmosphere was cozy. I saw some families eating quietly at some of the tables. The conversations were not so loud, there was no smell of food, the colors were pleasing to the eye.

it was the perfect place to go to eat, so i turned to see Spencer, smiling at him and thanking him with my eyes for that.

we quickly found a table and went to sit down. The silence is more comfortable now, but i still feel like Reid was avoiding talking and that was getting me a little upset.

- is everything okay, Spence? -His eyes widened, he seemed surprised, almost scared by the question.

- yeah, why do you ask?

- for no reason, don't worry. - I smiled at him again, trying to convey confidence. - And tell me, is this your first time watching the Bruins?

- oh, n-no, no. I had already gone before. - He was quick to respond.

that surprised me. He doesn't seem like the type of person who is passionate about hockey. It almost sounded like a lie

- really? what other game have you gone to? - I rested my elbows on the table, getting a little closer to him.

- well... - He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he were trying to remember. - i went to see the one a few days ago against Pittsburgh

before i could ask anything else, a waiter came to us with two menus in his hands.

- hi, sorry to interrupt you, here's the menu. In a few minutes i'll come back. - We both nodded, watching him leave.

during our stay at the place i decided not to ask him any more questions about hockey, focusing on knowing a little more about his personal life, about the things he does outside of the BAU. I discovered his passion for certain writers, and i even tried to convince him to read some novels, arguing the entertainment it would bring to his life.

he seemed more relaxed at that moment, his shoulders no longer looked tense and he no longer stuttered. He was being him for a moment and that really made me happy.

once we finished eating he offered to pay, being faster than me and paying before i could even say anything to him.

the game had already started, it had been 10 minutes since it had started and Spencer didn't say a word. He was attentive watching the game.

normally someone would think that he was just enjoying the game, but from the corner of my eye i could see him moving in his spot and playing with his hands constantly. That distracted me, so i couldn't really focus too much on the game the Boston Bruins and the Florida Panthers were playing.

- Spence, are you okay? - He was startled when i called him

- Yeah! Why? I don't look good? - He stammered again

- Spence, do you really like hockey? -I saw him bite the inside of his cheek, still playing with his hands, so i decided to take one of his hands when i noticed that he was distracted by his thoughts.

- Not really, i mean, i'd never been interested in hockey before, but Gideon gave me the tickets and…- His voice was getting faster, so i gently squeezed his hand, making him stop. - Sorry, i shouldn't be talking so much either.

- What are you talking about? Spence, it's okay if you don't like this, we can leave and do something else if you want. -I offered him, but he started to shake his head, telling me no.

- No! Well i... actually i wanted to learn so i could understand it and that you wouldn't be the only one who know about this but... uh, when i had everything ready they told me to try not to give so many data or statistics and to be more of a gentleman, but they don't understand that if If they take away my statistics, things get a little more complicated and i... - He started talking faster again, so i squeezed his hand again.

- Spence, who told you that?

For a moment i saw him hesitate

- Well... Morgan... JJ... Elle...

i let out a sigh, relaxing my shoulders, which i didn't even notice were tense.

- Spence, i don't want you to stop giving me your data and statistics, even if that means you´ll tell me all the time. That's fine with me, i love it when you do it.

his cheeks turned red again.

- Really? I know it can be suffocating and i don't know when to stop...

- Really, you can tell me whatever you want, i just want you to be you, relax and do what you really want to do. So, do you wanna keep watching the game or should we leave?

- I wanna continue watching it, the truth is it's quite entertaining to analyze the possible plays, plus the Bruins are playing better, so i can't take this opportunity away from you.

i smiled at his words. That's when we were finally able to concentrate. Spencer talked to me the entire game about different tactics they could use, or why the other team was losing.

and yes, we earned bad looks from those near to us.

and yeah, maybe i still don't know if this was a date or just hanging out as friends.

but i know that i have a beautiful experience to tell mom that same night, and three people to hit when i see them.

Spencer is a lovely person, and getting to know him better helped me see that comforting smile again. Even at the end of our date / not / date he hugged me for a few seconds. For a moment I feared that he might feel my strong, rapid heartbeat against his chest, but if he did then he didn't show it, and that's something I was grateful for.

Spencer, what exactly are we doing?

[thewertsearch]

AG: Tavros, you give confidence a 8ad name. I gave you all the chances in the world to earn it, to earn REAL confidence, and you failed.

Pictured: Vriska giving Tavros 'a chance to earn real confidence'.

AG: You couldn't even do the one little thing I asked you to! The one thing that would have made you man up once and for all.

'Man up' is a funny idiom for a troll to use. We've occasionally seen trolls fall into human gender stereotypes, but it's quite rare, and always sticks out like a sore thumb.

There's an interesting conversation to be had about troll genders. With a reproductive cycle so different to ours, their gender framework will inevitably be different as well. Yes, there are male and female trolls - but what do male and female actually mean to a troll?

On Earth, your assigned gender carries cultural baggage which simply wouldn't exist on Alternia. Assigned gender plays no role in reproduction, nor does it influence household division of labor, since trolls don't have households.

Gender aside, do trolls have a concept of masculine and feminine? Beyond a few stray idioms, the only evidence I can find is their clothing styles. We haven't seen any male trolls rocking a skirt - not yet, at least.

tl;dr: 'Man up' is a cultural can of worms. I think that was probably unintentional, though, and I think we're supposed to interpret that line as if a human spoke it. Vriska's calling Tavros a wimp, which is business as usual.

AG: So instead you flew away and cried, and decided to sleep away your sorrow for the rest of the adventure.

Tavros already alluded to this incident during his conversation with Jade. I guessed that Vriska would be involved, but that was a bit of a no-brainer.

Vriska's trying to frame Tavros as pathetic, but it sounds like he actually put his foot down, flat-out refusing to participate in whatever she had planned. Much like the FLARP incident, this sounds like a victory for Tavros, even if she's convinced him otherwise.

AG: Do you have any idea how sick that made me? Everything a8out you makes me sick.

He rejects your advice. He rejects your advances. His lusus cared for him. He was allowed to be kind, and accepts kindness from others. He doesn't care about winning, but he never lets you win. No matter how much you torment him, he refuses to get any stronger, which means your mindset might be wrong.

'Sick' would be an understatement.

AG: Your plan to control her lusus really wasn't a 8ad idea! AG: And using your a8ility to "save her life" (lol) was a pretty good way to test how effective your powers are across sessions. [...] AG: Practicing your a8ilities is important, so when it comes down to using them for something that really matters, you know you're ready for prime time. AG: I know this first hand. AG: I got lots and lots and LOTS of practice with your little guinea pig friend. ::::D

So that's why Jade was constantly napping? That can't have been good for her brain.

AG: The catch is it's not going to work! [...] AG: You couldn't sic the guardian on Noir even if you were inclined. Not even if I were to MAKE you inclined! :::;)

Like I said before, it's really Vriska who can control First Guardians.

AG: 8ecause you are dealing with a pro here. I already thought of that. AG: I thought of everything! AG: The guardian is not going to attack the agents who engineered him in the first place. AG: Or who I should say were "encouraged" (lol) to engineer him.

Why the fuck would you do this?

When Vriska prototyped Bec, she explained that the event was mandated by the Alpha Timeline, so she didn't make anything worse by causing it. I don't agree with her argument, but I do understand her logic.

This is different. Up until now, there has been no evidence that Bec can't harm Agents. Vriska had no prophecy to fulfil, and no reason to believe that this was required to preserve the timeline. Yes, now we know it's baked into the timeline, but only because Vriska wanted it.

Having Bec help with Jack was a really good idea, and removing the option to do so helps no one. Where's the benefit?

AT: wHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, AG: Tavros, at this point it should 8e o8vious. AG: I am the unseen hand 8ehind every major event in their session, and to some extent, their whole lives. AG: At least those events not happening 8y the volition of their own natural incompetence! AG: Don't you think this is how it should 8e? Shouldn't the greatest player leave her fingerprints on every step of the rise to power of her ultim8 nemesis?

I know Vriska likes to feel in control, but this is ridiculous.

Inserting yourself into Alpha loops is one thing, but nerfing Bec when you don't have to is straight-up sabotage. Couldn't she just stick to micromanaging John's outfits?

AG: I have every angle covered already. The human session is on full Serket lockdown. Any effort you make to disrupt my plans will 8e laugha8le, just like everything you have ever done in your life. AG: The only thing left to do now is prepare to kill Jack myself, and save everyone's ungrateful asses.

Oh my god, I think I've cracked it.

Vriska thinks she's the only one with the right to kill Jack.

She describes him as her ultimate nemesis, which reeks of main character syndrome. Bec isn't important enough to kill Jack, so she eliminated him as an option. It has to be her, the most powerful Player, who's gained all the levels, because that is how these things are done.

It's not just ego, either - there's a deeper motivation at play. If Vriska doesn't beat Jack, she doesn't win - and if she doesn't win, then what was all that abuse were all those challenges for? What was the point?

In Vriska's head, Jack needs to be her nemesis. She needs to be destined to kill him - because if she is, then everything she went through was justified. She'll have secured her position as the most powerful Player of all, and she'll never have to be jealous of anyone again - least of all that wimp with his sweet little fairy lusus. They're all weak, and she's strong.

If she doesn't kill Jack, she's a loser.

And losers may as well be dead.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 11)

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y/ndevils00 well… that was painful

welcome back to my post-game recap! if you don’t know who i am because you’ve been living under a rock, or you’ve been in jail (don’t do crimes unless you can get away with them), i’m y/n! or as my boyfriend calls me, ‘dove’! i work as the social media manager for one of the sluttiest teams (and maybe the worst this season…) in the National Hockey League: the New Jersey Devils!

let get into it! your favorite (or maybe least favorite. i wouldn’t blame you!) men from hell lost 4-6 against the patriotic old guys tonight…. i can’t say i wasn’t surprised

we had an absolutely scoreless (and sinless) first period on our end, transitioning into intermission down by 3!

but second period is when we really started heating up! we got FOUR lovely goals by THREE lovely people!!

starting with uncle Toffee!! who scored our first AND our fourth goal!! he’s been so queen girlboss slay recently! who knew he would be this good?! not me! i doubted him severely! (i cannot apologize for my previous thoughts about you uncle, i can only ask you to forgive me anyways because you took my DILH and i’m still recovering)

Timo the absolute Tank Engine got us our second goal of the night with his first goal of the season! and no penalties!! i feel like a proud mother to a usually extremely horribly behaved little boy 🥹

and of course, my favorite whore, my very best swiss, my least favorite kind of cheese; captain slut got our third goal of the night!! THAT’S MY HOE!! POP OFF! (he also got a penalty tonight but i’ve opted not to show that because he paid me $20)

and i could never forget to mention that my beautiful angel of a bad bitch, Rowdy, got an assist on THREE out of four of our goals tonight!! he’s only 3 points away from 20 points already!! THAT’S MY (baby)GIRL!

and third period is when we immediately went as cool as the ice they skate on… giving up three goals (including an empty netter to the oldest looking man alive)… we got no goals of our own and my sweet baby angel face bestie number 1 got a penalty for being too perfect 😔

all-in-all, let’s wish the boys luck against the sabres on friday because apparently they need it! i think friday’s enemy gave them some pretty good advice though and they should put it to use!

p.s. ikea baby and merc-dog are my exact reactions to how badly we played in the third

p.p.s. ovi… when i catch you ovi 🥊😑

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jackhughes dove, baby, what is that abomination of a 5th photo?

y/ndevils00 my camera wouldn’t focus :(

jackhughes so why post it?

y/ndevils00 you don’t appreciate my talents

jackhughes i can assure you, i appreciate your talents plenty. photo taking is just usually not one of them

lhughes_06 gross

user29 did she just threaten OVECHKIN?! 😭

user17 i fear we may lose these updates after this threat 😪

jesperbratt what was i 😦 at?

y/ndevils00 i honestly couldn’t tell you— i was too busy wondering the best way to fit you in my pocket

john.marino97 i got a picture?!

y/ndevils00 you got an assist and no penalties!

john.marino97 but dawson got a penalty and no assists and still got a picture?

y/ndevils00 you’re not dawson, the standards for you are different

john.marino97 i’ve known you for 4 years and this is how i get treated? DAWSON HAS ONLY KNOWN YOU FOR 2!

y/ndevils00 you tattle on me, you deserve your treatment

dawson1417 she’s got you there, bud

tofff73 you doubted me?!

y/ndevils00 in my defense, i didn’t know you were chill like that

tofff73 jack has informed me that you cried at the trade, i forgive your doubts

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes YOU’RE TELLING HIM MY SECRETS?!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i wasn’t aware that you usually blast your “secrets” on your instagram story

user81 the random luke picture… y/n loves her smush 🥹

tmeier96 did you just call me a tank engine?

tmeier96 also, i’m OLDER than you!

y/ndevils00 that was a compliment! i’m saying you’re built!

tmeier96 you’re a funny little thing

y/ndevils00 also yes you are older— i said i FELT like a proud mother, not that i AM one. i already have one reckless child at home, i don’t want another

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 she’s a cat.

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes SHE IS OUR BABY

trevorzegras you love testing how far you can push before you get a warning for your behavior, don’t you?

y/ndevils00 i learned from you 🫶

trevorzegras you’re a cockroach

y/ndevils00 all i’m hearing is that i’m resilient and can live through anything

trevorzegras i hate you

y/ndevils00 you WISH you hated me— if you really did then you wouldn’t facetime me twice a week

nicohischier there are so many things i take issue with about my paragraph

y/ndevils00 is it that it’s not long enough? i’m sorry, i’ll make it longer next time!

nicohischier please DON’T.

lhughes_06 ya know, you were a lot nicer before i joined the team

y/ndevils00 oh good! that means i’m doing this right!

lhughes_06 doing what right?

y/ndevils00 tough love!

dawson1417 i didn’t do anything :(

y/ndevils00 i know, sugarplum!

dawson1417 they jailed me…

y/ndevils00 i can’t imagine how traumatic that must’ve been for you

dawson1417 oh it wasn’t that bad, you were in there too

y/ndevils00 yeah…. lindy put me there in 2nd intermission. he said if i wouldn’t stop chirping the capitals as though i was a player, then i needed to be treated like a player and get a penalty…. then i couldn’t get out because the game started again

dawson1417 you can’t skate, how did you get in?

y/ndevils00 i was betrayed

nicohischier @/y/ndevils00 i stand by it.

y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier YOU ALMOST DROPPED ME TWICE

nicohischier those were on purpose.

dawson1417 and how did you get out?

y/ndevils00 my knight in shining armor!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i didn’t get you out?

jesperbratt i did!

jackhughes oh, yeah, that makes sense

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

One of my favourite twst fanfics has the premise of the dorm leaders competing for the affections of an oblivious Yuu. In Leona’s chapter, Leona kept bringing fresh meat (as in live animals lol) for food to Yuu as a part of his courting ritual. (He gave her a rabbit once and she made it a pet called Mr. Rabbit Rosetarts after Riddle)

Ruggie was the one who pointed out to him that Yuu wouldn’t understand what beastman rituals were. Now, Leona’s mad that Simba and Nala have been giving him the wrong advice. Also, could you imagine that Leona was also bringing meat to a vegetarian Mc (that wouldn’t fly with my mc).

YES! YES! YES!

Yuu has been through hell and back in this world so she deserves to have handsome boys simping over her and having every single Disney animated character adopt her as a daughter/sister/niece.

When I was first brainstorming this AU I had this scene in my head where Ruggie and Jack were visiting her at her job and she notes to them how strange Leona is acting recently. When asked to elaborate she basically lists every single way male lions court females (at least the ones that would make sense. Let me make it clear that in no way, shape or form does Leona ever urinate on anything that isn't a commode) and Ruggie, Jack and practically every single animal is incredibly amused at how oblivious she is. I mean, practically all big cats have similar mating rituals like head rubbing/nuzzling so I can imagine Bagheera and Shere Khan just shaking their heads and chuckling at how adorably confused Yuu is when Ruggie just starts hyena cackling.

(why can't other cats nuzzle heads to show affection. The only time my cat comes near my head it's to eat my hair and yes she does it often)

Yuu is getting concerned with how hard Ruggie's laughing that she doesn't even catch his "holy seven, he's scenting her - he's shishi trying shi to shi cour-court shishishi" in between laughs as Jack can't tell whether to smile or also be concerned because Ruggie has been laughing really hard for a really long time, doesn't he need oxygen?

Yuu's just confused like 'why are you laughing? do you understand what's happening? is it a lion thing?'

Jack is like 'well-' before Ruggie covers his mouth and says 'yeah it's a lion thing' before offering no other explanation even when Yuu begs him to tell her because what if he's like sick.

He is sick, Yuu. He's incredibly love sick. He's also got a case of basorexia if you catch my drift.

Ruggie's just like 'when you get it, you get it' and so she just continues on with her work.

Don't think Simba and Nala are the only lions in the club giving bad advice. The OG LeonaYuu shipper, the icon himself, Scar is there plotting ways to get Leona together with Yuu. Only his strategic prowess usually leans more towards fratricide than it does romance.

In my head, I don't think Leona thinks Simba and Nala's advice was bad because he was raised to believe that lion courting rituals are the way to woo any female since it works for everyone in his family. He just thinks Yuu is too dense to understand what he's doing (I mean, she is)

I don't think Leona would give Yuu meat if she's a vegetarian whether he's romantically interested in her or not. It has nothing to do with respecting women - it's just a decent thing to do. He's very intelligent so he'd definitely know for sure that she doesn't eat meat even if she doesn't tell him. So we don't have to worry about that happening.

I also had this in mind from Yuu misunderstanding a blatant flirting attempt from Leona before she gets called away to another room:

"Of all the herbivores I had to fall for, it had to be her," Leona groaned, lifting his head from his crossed arms on the table to glare at the way Ruggie, Shenzi, Banzai and Ed were outright cackling at his frustration, "why can't she get it through her thick skull that I'm trying to court her?"

"Maybe because you're trying to attract her like she's a lioness," Ruggie stated, wiping a tear from his eye, "In case you didn't notice, boss, she isn't one."

"I know that," Leona griped, "she's nothing like the lionesses in my pride. She's ten times the lion I've ever met. I just don't get how she can be so-so-"

"Dumb?" Ruggie offered.

"Hey," Jack frowned at his upperclassman along with several other patrons who felt displeasure at the insult towards their beloved waitress, "she's a top student."

"You can get 100 percent in an exam and still be dumb."

"Well Yuu isn't," Jack crossed his arms, "she's one of the smartest people I know."

"I know, Wolfie," Ruggie smirked at his underclassmen's protectiveness, " I respect her as well but you gotta admit that even someone smart enough to defeat overblots without magic has got to be pretty blind to not see how everyone falls over their feet for her."

I forgot what would happen next which sucks because I actually really liked that one storyline I wrote in my head when I was tryingto fall asleep.

There was this other scene where Leona and Cheka are in the club and Cheka confused that Yuu doesn't get that she's being courted and Leona is the one explaining that humans and lionesses are different that I want to write out but I have a few WIPs that I feel really guilty not completing so I'll probably finish those first.

[cetaitlaverite]

Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

link to the masterlist is here <3

17. What Other Reason

“I almost kissed Rosie today,” Freddie said to the room at large. She was hanging upside down off of Millie’s bed in her old hut while Cecelia painted her toenails red.

Beside her, also hanging upside down off her bed, Millie squealed. She’d already been told, of course, but she liked to act surprised when Freddie told the others so they didn’t feel they were less special for hearing the news later. 

“How did you feel?” Cecelia asked.

“He let me be in charge,” Freddie said, smiling at the memory. “So I felt very safe. He definitely made me feel comfortable.”

“Why didn’t you kiss him?” Paddy wondered.

Millie snorted.

“Jack walked in on us right at the last moment,” Freddie said, recalling the instance with a grimace. “So he got an eye full. God knows what it looked like we were doing but we hadn’t even kissed.”

“Poor guy,” Jem said, but the tone she used to say it disclosed that she didn’t actually feel any sort of sympathy for him.

“I can’t believe you haven’t kissed Rosie yet, Fred,” Amy said. She and Paddy were lying on their stomachs on her bed reading a magazine. “If he was mine I would’ve climbed him like a tree the day I met him.”

“Well lucky for you, Amy, you didn’t lose a long-term boyfriend a couple of years ago,” Jem retorted, just on the wrong side of friendly banter. “So ease up a bit, alright?”

“We’re taking things slow,” Freddie said. She turned her head to meet Jem’s eyes from where she was lying upside down on Millie’s bed on her other side and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’.

“You and Rosie have been seeing each other for months now, though, no?” Amy asked, unperturbed by Jem’s comment.

“I’d say we’ve only really been ‘seeing’ each other since we came back from Christmas. Before that we were just friends.”

“You two have never really been just friends,” Paddy pointed out.

“When I met Rosie I wasn’t even close to ready to be anything more than friends with a man,” Freddie argued. “He’s been gradually warming me up. We haven’t been going nearly so fast as everyone seems to think.”

“You’re all over each other in the officers’ club these days,” Cecelia pointed out.

Millie laughed loudly.

Freddie sighed. “We are not ‘all over each other’.”

“You dance like you want to fuck.”

Millie laughed even louder.

She knew, of course, about Freddie’s sex dreams. 

“Can’t say I blame you, Fred,” Amy commented around an audible grin. “Rosie is one fine specimen of a man. If he was all over me you best believe I’d be all over him right back, like the nits on that one kid in school who always seemed to be itching their head.”

“Lovely, Ames,” Paddy said with a grimace.

Freddie scoffed at the general course of the conversation. “Rosie is a gentleman. He most certainly does not dance with me like -”

“He gives you bedroom eyes,” Amy cut across her.

Jem cackled. “I’d love to fight your corner, Fred, but he actually does.”

“I have never once seen him give me bedroom eyes,” Freddie stated matter-of-factly.

“That’s because he does it when you’re not looking,” Cecelia pointed out.

“How do you know when a man is giving bedroom eyes?” Emma wondered from her bed in the corner.

All of the girls in the room ‘aww’ed. Emma and her RAF officer from New Year’s Eve were going steady now, but he was the first boyfriend she’d ever had. She frequently asked for the girls’ advice and they always had this reaction. She was so clearly in love it was charming.

“When we go to the club I’ll show you,” Paddy told her. “You’ll catch a lot of the airmen looking at Red Cross Helen that way.”

“Lucky cow,” Amy muttered under her breath.

“I like Red Cross Helen,” Freddie said. “She gives me doughnuts when she’s got some spare.”

The conversation ran away from them as the night carried on. Cecelia, Paddy, and Amy were getting ready to head to the officers’ club, as was their wont - regardless of the circumstances, they could invariably be found spending their evening there. Emma was heading out to the pub in the village to meet up with her RAF boyfriend. But Freddie, Millie, and Jem were staying in. They’d had a tradition of having ‘sleepovers’ every few weeks even when they’d all slept in the beds right next to each other; they were even more important now that Freddie lived elsewhere.

They were all three of them already in their nightdresses, freshly showered and makeup removed, hair brushed out and drying before they put it in their curling rags for the night. They were all sitting upright on Millie’s bed by the time the rest of the girls finally left, saying their enthusiastic goodbyes and waiting for the door to close before Jem retreated to her bed to pull a bottle of whiskey out from the inside of her pillowcase, smirking as she returned with it.

“Why can’t you steal something else, Jem?” Freddie complained as she watched her unscrew the lid of the bottle. “Wine or something?”

“They have so much whiskey they won’t notice if it’s gone,” Jem explained, batting her hand away as she reached for the bottle anyway. “They’d notice in an instant if they were missing a bottle of wine, hard as it is to come by these days.”

Jem took a long swig and passed the bottle to Freddie, who in turn took a long swig and then passed it to Millie, and thus the train continued.

They sat drinking in silence for a while, waiting until the warm, fuzzy sensation appeared in their stomachs, and then resumed their talking. That faulty overhead light was starting to flicker again.

“Rosie’s coming up on twenty-five missions soon, isn’t he?” Millie asked idly around a sip of whiskey.

Freddie hummed, fiddling with the lace on the hem of her nightdress. “He is indeed.”

“How are you feeling about that, Fred?” Jem asked.

Freddie sighed. She accepted the bottle and considered the liquid before knocking back her largest gulp yet. “Not sure,” she said.

“He’ll be safe,” Millie said.

“But he’ll be gone,” Jem added.

“America is so far,” Freddie mumbled.

“Are you really going to let him get to twenty-five without kissing him first?” Millie wondered, snatching the bottle away from Jem when she went to take a second sip and gulping from it herself. “Your first kiss will be your last if you keep going the way you have been, Fred. You know I love you and I only want you to go at your own pace but it’s true.”

“I know,” Freddie mumbled.

“Do you want to kiss him?” Jem asked. Freddie was sure she knew the answer and was just asking to hear her say it.

“I want to kiss him so bad,” Freddie said.

“Kiss him tonight,” Jem replied.

Millie scoffed. “What?”

“I can go to the officers’ club and get him. Tell him to meet Fred somewhere private. His plane, maybe?”

“Romantic,” Millie said.

Jem smiled proudly to herself. “He’ll meet her in there, in her lacy little number of a nightdress, and she’ll sit in his lap and she’ll kiss him. No words need to be exchanged. Just kisses and whatever else happens after.” Here, Jem winked at Freddie.

Freddie’s cheeks were on fire. “You want me to have sex with him in his plane?”

Millie scoffed. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

“Isn’t it like a rite of passage or something when you’re dating a pilot?” Jem asked. “Having sex in his front seat?”

“First I’m hearing of it,” Freddie said. She groaned as she took her next gulp of whiskey. This conversation was traumatising.

“It’ll be like blessing his cockpit,” Jem said, grinning, far too pleased with herself. “Then he’ll always come back safe and sound.”

“Surely it’ll be cold,” Freddie protested.

“Wear his jacket,” Millie said, as though this should have been obvious. “You’ll warm up quickly, I’m sure.”

Freddie handed the bottle off to Jem and covered her face with her hands. “I’m not going to seduce Rosie in his plane in just my nightdress and no makeup, with wet hair dripping down my back and whiskey on my breath!”

Millie scoffed. “As if Rosie’ll care about any of that.”

“I don’t want to have this conversation anymore,” Freddie declared, swiping back the bottle and guzzling from it like it was water. “We are all three of us staying here all night because it is sleepover night and that is what happens at sleepovers.”

“What about when Meatball needs to go to the toilet?” Jem asked with a pointed glance over at Meatball as he woke from his sleep on Jem’s bed.

“He can go outside the hut,” Freddie asserted. “No one is straying far. You two,” she said, looking between her two closest friends, “cannot be trusted.”

Jem and Millie erupted into giggles, pleased to have gotten such a reaction, and Freddie rolled her eyes. 

“Why don’t we talk about you for once, Jem?” Freddie asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’re always sticking your nose into our love lives, but when was the last time you gave us any hint as to what’s going on in yours?”

It was almost comical, the way Jem clammed up so immediately.

Millie noticed and was on her like a rash, demanding to know who it was and when they’d met and why she hadn’t told them.

Freddie laughed as she watched the interrogation, pleased to not be the one in the hot seat for once, and soon joined in when Jem looked like she had no intentions of spilling anything.

It was only after five minutes’ worth of demanding questions and the refusal of giving Jem the bottle of whiskey until she’d spilled at least one detail that she finally caved. “Fine!”

Millie and Freddie shared a grin.

“It’s not what you think it is, though,” Jem warned.

Freddie furrowed her eyebrows. Millie shook her head. “We’re not here to judge, Jemmy. The two of us aren’t exactly the virgin Mary so I wouldn’t be worried about that.”

Jem groaned. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…”

“... It’s just what?” Millie prodded. She pushed herself up to sit on her knees for a higher vantage point when it seemed Jem was going to refuse to answer.

Jem took a deep breath. She looked carefully between Freddie and Millie, her face more serious than Freddie could remember seeing it outside of some sort of fight. All of a sudden Freddie was a little bit frightened of whatever was about to come out of Jem’s mouth. What in the world could have her tied up in such knots?

“I’m not interested in men,” Jem blurted at last. With the way her posture deflated, it was as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Freddie’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jem said, much easier now that the confession was out in the open but still with palpable wariness, “I’m not interested in men. In being with men. Romantically.”

“Oh,” Freddie said.

“Yeah,” Jem replied.

“Does that mean -” Millie started and faltered.

“That I’m interested in women?” Jem asked. She laughed without humour and turned her eyes on that flickering light above their heads. “Unfortunately it does.”

Freddie’s thoughts were frozen for a few moments. And then they were rapid. She flicked back through every memory she could bring to mind of Jem from ever since they’d first met upon her arrival at Thorpe Abbotts. Had she really never shown any interest in any of the men?

No, Freddie realised. She hadn’t.

“Does it make your life very difficult?” Freddie wondered softly. She knew it was a stupid question even as she was saying it. Of course something like that would make her life difficult. What she was really asking, she supposed, was if there was anyone Jem liked and had to pretend she didn’t. She was imagining having to coexist with Rosie and not being able to do anything about it. The pain of it - she couldn’t imagine.

Jem laughed, a breathy, almost pained sound. “Yes, Fred, it does.”

“Are you in love?” Millie wondered quietly.

Again that pained little laugh. “Unfortunately, I think I am.”

“Anyone we know?” Freddie asked. She was deathly curious but didn’t want to push too far. Jem’s life must have been hard enough as it was. Maybe that was why she was always prodding and prying into Freddie’s romantic life - she couldn’t have anything like that, anything so public, for herself.

Jem’s face paled. “Me telling you -” She stuttered on her next word, all but choked on it. “That’s my decision. I trust you and I love you and I wanted to tell you. It’s not my place to tell you about her.”

Millie sighed, passing a hand over her eyes. “It’s Paddy, isn’t it?”

Jem shrugged her shoulders indignantly. “It’s not my place to tell you,” she reasserted.

Her reaction made it clear enough. It was Paddy.

And, Freddie realised, it made sense. Jem and Paddy never touched each other the way the rest of the girls touched each other. It was almost as though they were afraid to touch each other even in a friendly way in front of everyone else in case it was misconstrued, or in case they couldn’t hide their real affection beneath friendly gestures. 

“Oh, Jem,” Freddie said, frowning. “It must be so hard for you.”

“It is hard,” Jem agreed. “But it’s wonderful, too. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I’m perfectly happy. I’m actually really very lucky.”

“To have found her?” Millie asked with a quiet smile.

“To have found her, to get to love her. All of it.”

Freddie smiled wide as she watched Jem go a little bit starry eyed. “Can I suggest something?” she asked after a few moments.

Jem rolled her eyes but she was grinning. “Oh, Fred. What could you possibly suggest?”

Freddie giggled, plucking the bottle of whiskey from Millie’s hands and placing it in Jem’s. “I was just thinking -”

“Never a good idea,” Millie commented.

Freddie hit her playfully in the shoulder. “I was just thinking,” she said again, more firmly this time, “that maybe, next time we go to the club, if Millie and I dance together when everyone knows we are otherwise… occupied… then maybe you and your sweetheart might dance together, too. And if you’re not the only ones then who would think anything of it?”

Millie grinned. “Maybe, if we were subtle about asking, we could get Amy and Cecelia to do it, too,” she added. “We wouldn’t tell them why, of course -”

“Amy already knows,” Jem said with a snort. “Of course she does. She and Paddy -”

Confirmation. Jem’s eyes went wide but Freddie and Millie were smiling at her softly.

“They’re best friends,” Millie finished for her. “And we’re yours. And none of us will tell anyone. Because we love you more than life itself and all we want is for you to be happy.”

Freddie reached a hand out to stroke over Jem’s bare arm. It was clear she felt bad for accidentally implicating Paddy, even though Millie and Freddie had already known.

Freddie changed the topic back before she could dwell too hard. “I just thought it might be nice,” she said. “The two of you getting to dance like any other couple, that is. Because dancing has been so special for me and Rosie. It’s brought us so much closer together. And maybe that’s just because I had a thing about it after Daniel but maybe it’s because that’s what couples do and it makes us feel like a real one. But it makes me sad to think of you and your sweetheart” - she deliberately declined to mention Paddy’s name for fear of reminding Jem of her guilt - “not being afforded the simple pleasure of dancing to a pretty song in a bar just because you want to. Because you’re both there and alive and in love and what other reason should you need?”

Jem swiped at her under eyes with her thumb. “Fred,” was all she said.

“Do you think you might like to do it?” Freddie asked gently, giving Jem’s arm a squeeze. “You don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion. But if you aren’t the only all-female couple dancing I can’t imagine anyone would think a thing of it.”

Jem paused, considering the door to the hut as though she expected someone to barge in and berate her for all she’d said tonight. But finally she smiled. “Maybe,” she decided.

“Yeah?” Freddie asked, smiling.

“I’d have to ask first, of course.”

“Of course,” Freddie agreed.

“But maybe.”

“Maybe,” Freddie repeated.

“Think about it,” Millie encouraged her. “I never danced with John and I regret it more than I can say now that he’s stuck in Germany and all I have are his letters.”

“I will,” Jem promised. She let out a sad, tinkling little laugh, then sat up straight abruptly. “Anyway,” she declared, punctuating the word with a big gulp of whiskey, “enough about all this. I don’t know how you did it, Fred, but you thoroughly managed to derail us. But don’t you worry, I remember where we left off. So just when, Freddie Leroy, are you going to finally, eventually, put your lovesick American out of his misery and just bloody kiss the poor bastard?”

Freddie let out a cackle of a laugh. “In my own time and not a moment before!”

“Fred!” Millie and Jem exclaimed as one.

“I want the moment to be right,” Freddie insisted, snatching back the whiskey and taking a long draw from it. “It shouldn’t be forced. It should feel natural. As easy as breathing.”

“Waiting for the perfect moment will have you waiting forever,” Millie warned in a sing-song.

“No,” Freddie disagreed. “I think we’ll find it. And then we’ll be grateful for having waited.”

[evita-shelby]

National Anthem

Chapter 3

Cw:mentions of sex and torture methods very M-rated

Taglist @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife

“He can wrap a garrote ‘round a man’s balls in less than two seconds.” Eva is head over heels over her gringo.

Her grandfather would be spinning in his grave.

Really, its embarrassing how much she wants this man.

“It takes me five, four if I’ve gotten the party started.” her cousin, the handsome and enigmatic spy currently fending off bold heiresses by the dozen, whistled in approval. “And when did your gringo tell you?”

When Eva felt the scarring in his balls as they desecrated the confessional, but alas she cannot say such things.

Not to Santiago anyways.

Oh, why did she have to be the only girl born in their age group?

All her female cousins are much older or far too young.

Only one cousin is married, and his wife is her former lover.

Antonia might take offense at having her gush about Jack and his talent for murder. She used to hate it so when Eva would go on and on about Diosdado, from his pretty eyes and the way stole that silver filly for her in Texas.

Funny wasn’t it, so desperate for friends here when she used to have so many in her home country.

She is supposed to start over, find people she likes and create a network of people they can use to gain control of high society.

In a society that views them as oddities and something that doesn’t belong there.

But she must make the effort to get the Boston elite to love her. No, not love, adore her so that when Jack goes into politics and their son becomes President not a single bad word is ever said about them.

“Church, and at his place. We hit it off and chose a pattern for the china and all that.” Eva answered hoping he didn’t see through the half-truths.

“If he backs out of the deal and you’re pregnant, you’ll be married off to that Republican in New Jersey, Evita.” Tiago warned and she dismissed it when she saw her gringo walk into the ballroom.

“He won’t back out, I’ve seen it. Your godson will be youngest President of the United States, mark my words.” The witch couldn’t help but give her groom her most radiant smile.

And sure enough, the wedding is an affair to remember.

All the who is who of Boston and even New York and the Pope himself blessing the union. She is decked out in the family ruby parure, and Eva is sure Boston is out of red roses because Jack bought them all for her.

They aren’t in love, but something tells the witch its just a matter of time.

How could it not, they were perfect for each other?

“He’s got more whores than you have shoes, prima.” Santiago whispered before offering a last chance to back out with a false identity and his place in Casablanca.

“Not after me. There won’t be any other women after me.” The witch said kissing his cheek goodbye.

“Do you think Abe and Mary ever did any of that?” he asked as they lay head to toe on the massive bed.

Their honeymoon in Florida had been wonderful, and for the rest of their stay in Washington DC, they make good use of Abraham Lincoln’s bed. A reward for giving the First Lady good news regarding the ill health of President Wilson after Eleanor Roosevelt confided in her about Eva’s clairvoyance.

Jack had not wasted a moment to show how proud he was of his woman for scoring them such an invitation and continued to teach her every trick every whore had shown him.

The witch had ridden his face while she sucked his prick better than any woman he’s had, or so he said teased after she’d swallowed every drop.

Keep his stomach full and his balls empty, that had been the advice from her senile English granny.

And Eva had put it into practice.

He won’t stray, his secretary will get tired of waiting and resign. His favorite whores will seek other protectors and any woman dumb enough to try anything, will find themselves with terrible luck.

She won’t kill or hurt them, just let them know she could do so with absolute impunity.

Jack is hers, only hers.

“Who’s to say, maybe that’s why she went mad after his death.” Eva quite liked the view, both of them naked and him tracing idle patterns on her scarred ankle, but she preferred his broad chest over any pillow the world had to offer, so she moved back to the head of the bed and kissed him better than any French whore ever could.

Antonia had taught her to kiss like that, learned it from her younger sisters’ French governess, the young and sapphic, Madame Delacroix.

Jack tasted of her, and she of him, and if Abraham Lincoln was anything like Eva’s Jack, it’s a surprise the Lincoln’s only had four sons.

“I think I love you.” Jack says so earnestly she believes it. It is much easier to fall in love with a witch than for a witch to fall in love with said person, one had the risk of being accidentally beguiled by the magic radiating from their lover.

Eva doesn’t say it back, instead she changed the topic, kissing him again and again so he knows his words haven’t affected her want of him. “I saw something just now.”

“Hm, what did the Holy Pythia see?” he asked between kisses and wrapping her closer to him.

“The youngest president of the United States being made on this very bed.” The witch answered knowing she’s going to leave this room with a limp and he forgetting she didn’t say it back.

When Eva hears it again, Jack is drunk as hell.

He had gone out to some club he took over and celebrated like old times. Jack had risen high, but he missed the violence, the adrenaline and danger of his former life.

Tonight he let the beast out and showed Boston he was still Jack Nelson even if he was now a Wall Street Stock Broker putting her gifts and his together to make them richer than they ever were.

He had tried to fuck two dancers, pretty things who thought they could make him forget her, but they hadn’t. even if he closed his eyes, the brunette couldn’t be Eva nor could the blonde get a rise out of him no matter how long he’d had her.

“Got harder thinking about the woman I got at home than the one licking my cock. The other one said I must really love you if my prick wouldn’t stay hard no other gal except you.” He undressed himself and said this as if it were a great demonstration of his feelings for her.

Given his history, it was apparently.

But she loves his brutal honesty, knows that Jack wouldn’t hesitate to call her out on her shit and expects her to do the same.

They are equals, even if he pretends otherwise to keep his reputation.

“So, you love me?” the witch asked him. She should say it back, they have been married for nearly six months and Eva should be sure of her feelings by now.

But she isn’t, between the babies and getting to know every facet of Jack, she puts off seeing if what they have is love.

It will come, she knows. And she is fond of him and cares for him dearly, she isn’t ready to call it love.

Mainly because the last time she truly let herself fall in love with someone, they married her cousin and led her to a downward spiral so awful she let herself get caught in hopes Carranza would just shoot her already.

“Yeah, wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t, sweetheart.” He answered honestly, inhibited by the alcohol and totally going to forget in the morning when he wakes up with a hangover from hell. “You’re the only one I want since that day in the church.”

“Even now that I’m pregnant with twins?” Eva teased him enjoying the show he was giving her.

He’d lost his shirt on the stairs, kicked off his shoes just inside the bedroom and tossed her his undershirt as she waited in bed.

“Even pregnant with the future president of the United fucking States of America and his VP.” He answered gesturing for her to undo his trousers only for her to refuse.

He did try to fuck other women, after all.

“I love you.” He said in a whisper once he got in bed with her.

“Tell me when you’re sober, Jack.” Eva responded and he promised to do so. Good thing he won’t remember this in the morning.

[alitgblog]

volume V thoughts bc once again fusebox has got me intrigued

first of all omg wtf

I usually end up reading a few spoilers before I play bc I'm bored at work but don't wanna play the volume until I get back but I had such a busy day at work I didn't do that and wow ok I gotta avoid spoilers more often I was shook

so excess baggage was okay. like yeah makes sense we want the couples to be tense again before voting the couple superlatives thing, but also such a throwaway. (and also I talked about this in my post about last volume, but we have so many challenges in a row!! why)

since my MC did initially flirt with Oakley a lot more than Jin, I do think it's funny Oakley talks about how cool MC's secret is (like it's annoying fs but also something I've seen happen on love island to create small drama but then ultimately it's just talk so it's nice to have that happen here).

Also i was worried Oakley was gonna turn on us or flirt with us and abandon Emel, so I'm very glad he was just asking for advice. (I'm a big Oakley and Emel fan, what can I say?) I'd be okay if that led into a different storyline where you could pursue Oakley later, but with how fusebox has been making the seasons lately, once you pick you've made your choice and I do miss in for example s2 where even if you don't pick Lurik when they first become available you have a chance the next recoupling and it feels like it changes your route.

Jack is still mad at MC??

Couples game was fun. I wish fusebox formatted it so you discuss with your partner and then make a choice before everyone revealed their answers instead of people talking and explaining before the player picks their answer. Like we know the characters already, just let me pick and we can see who agrees.

Oakley's evening wear outfit 😍 best dressed boy fs

I of course could never bear to see Oakley and Emel go, but I surprisingly actually missed Sophie and Jack as soon as they left but like in a me missing Allegra and Miles/Jasper when they left. Like yeah they were irritating but they brought drama and I understand where Allegra/Sophie is coming from (and I support women's wrongs lol)

Jin going through his main character of S6 arc??? No but fr I can't imagine why the public would vote him out so he's either hiding something that's gonna come out when he gets back or he was voted most popular and is gonna come back soon. I hope it's not casa because (1) that already happened in s6 and (2) I want the chance to flirt around with new characters in casa lol. I've seen a few theories around and I have no idea which is true but if I could throw in another idea which is post casa, MC is finally with a bombshell, Claudia/Theo, or a casa boy and things seem good but Jin and Luna show up together as returning islanders and MC has to choose between Jin and her current LI.

It's so interesting for drama, like ik I'm here for it. But a lot of people like loyal routes so I hope yall are doing okay

I was like half hoping we could walk out with him even though of course fusebox isn't giving us that option but like I wish he said something like hey you just got here, enjoy your time at the Villa and I'll wait out there for you no matter what happens. just to explain why MC wouldn't leave. that being said, their goodbye was so sweet.

One thing that's different in the game than the show is the number of islanders present at once, which makes sense its hard to keep track of all of them (though they've done it before in s2), and it just is weird bc now the people in the Villa are MC (single), Claudia and Theo (who don't like each other), and Emel and Oakley (only one couple).

despite my complaint about the challenge thing this is great pacing/timing for a new islander. it's just a shame the screwed over Tyler coming in so soon after MC. I can't remember if I already wrote this in my last post but I almost wish he came in with MC and got a better chance.

[servenas-inner-fangirl]

Watching Black Sails 3x3

I was weak and started Bridgerton S3 for a little bit of fluff in between. But now I will continue... (chants "I can always just ignore canon, I can always just ignore canon" in my head).

I fear my neighbours all hate this intro by now.

No thoughts, only "Anne still pretty".

Ugh, civilized men, my ass. Also Anne understands French??

But at least they're warned now?

The plan sounds nice on paper, but I think it'd work out better if Vane leads them... if they can convince the others to fight, that is.

So Flint and Thomas Hamilton kind of got what they wanted, pardons for (almost) all pirates?

Oh damn, is Rogers really the lesser of two evils here? Also Eleanor, you are so smart. (Apart from underestimating Vane, but that's because she hasn't been there these last few months.)

What have you got yourself into now, Flint. But nobody can say he shies away from making hard decisions...

Okay, I underestimated Jack. He really might pull this off.

Oh FUCK YOU, Teach.

Does this man really care about Vane?? I don't know what to do with that and neither does Charles. (The way he keeps his hands on the hilts of both his sword and knife when he enters the room...)

But even if he does, I don't think Teach understands him, not really. (Also Jack has stood with Charles when he was at his lowest, how dare u.)

Charles' puzzled look is everything to me. But I don't think he can bow to another man's will for long, even one that calls him son.

"He's leaving." Jack, you didn't even really care when Charles was assumed dead in the fort (or at least pretended not to), what's with the heartbroken look!

"Though you might be the only one who made a career of it." And when did Anne become so wise?

"You cannot decide to follow a man like that and then pick and choose when you deny him." Silver always with the hard and quotable truths.

God, that scene was torture. The time it took Flint to reload that gun felt endless.

Just noticed the extra boards in front of the book case so that the books don't tumble out during high seas. That's pretty smart.

Flint is trapped in a nightmare of his own making, and my heart breaks for him.

Oh, so Max really was a slave. And god, the way Anne looks at her...

"Our roads are going to diverge." Nooooo....

"I trust you." AAaaaaah!!

Silver the master manipulator scared of approaching Flint, didn't expect that. (Also Flint very much did not listen to Gates in the end, that was kind of an important thing that happened.)

God, Flint is gonna come back to Nassau being in the hands of the British or in ruins, isn't he?

Oh fuck, Silver is finally telling the truth??

He really did get trapped by the narrative (and by extension the walrus crew), didn't he?

Oh yummy, sharks!

Wiiiiind! (The timing is very symbolic, no?) I wonder if they can get back to Nassau in time...

So I'm worried to death here, but a part of me is itching for a proper sea battle.

Eleanor, why are you giving them good advice, noooo.

Hornigold and Dufresne don't seem too happy to be back. Burn in hell, traitors.

Nassau, "longing for the embrace of civilization"? Hard doubt.

It's so ironic that this is exactly what Thomas Hamilton and Flint have fought for, and yet... and yet. (Also does that pardon extend to Flint? They do know what he's been doing, right??)

So I guess we're about to find out if anyone other than the obvious candidates are actually loyal to Charles Vane. (Also ironic that Hornigold argued for Vane's reinstallation as captain in S1. But then Vane took his fort, soo...)

Ugh, Vane's been fighting for you, for all of you, and this is how you repay him??

Flint, this really isn't the time for a trip to the jungle. Oh, and seems they're not welcome there either. GREAT.

[angels-fics]

And A G E L F I C! ( thank u for the ask you’re amazing)

oh stawp it no you're amazing!!! mwah mwah

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

the royjamie brainrot is strong in me. royjamiekeeley too bc i, like jamie, would do anything a beautiful woman told me to do, even if that beautiful woman's advice led to public bdsm dynamics in the workplace. whatever you say queen 👸🏼

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

i'm ngl jack/keeley but that's mostly bc fanfic spoiled it for me??? also the other bad power dynamics in canon, michelle/jacob, rupert/rebecca, rupert/bex, rupert/ms. kakes (we get it you don't like rupert). i don't think i really have any ships that really ick me out that are supposed to be well-liked? i'm easily swayed bro

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

i don't add to fandoms. i lower the property value just by being here.

but honestly, i recently wrote and published an anonymous piece, which was received fairly well, i think. i'm not going to make it un-anonymous, but i was pretty surprised by the reception, and i'm happy about it.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

i think, technically, the star wars fandom, because i watched it with my parents when i was a child, and about a year and a half ago had a flare-up. wrote the most words i've ever written for any fandom for star wars ✊✊✊

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

i... don't know? like i first remember the term being used in, like, the marvel fandom (which i was never active in) and went down a rabbit hole. it was enlightening. but no, i don't think i've had an otp. there's certainly ships that i've liked, and sought out content for, but in the first fandom i was ever tangibly in, i didn't have an otp

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

i don't think so. i've lost interest in some fandoms that my mutuals still like, so i normally scroll past that content now, and those would be six of crows, star wars, and stranger things. i'm pretty sure it's gonna happen to ted lasso, too, but i think i've got some time yet!

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

oh boy, i've immediately decided to adopt every character as one of my faves. uhhhhh i guess i would have to go with... coach beard? i really enjoy how he's genuinely so weird, and not in a put-on, false way, just being who he is. i think his brief moments of lucidity, where he's very verbose in a way that is comprehensible to the other characters, hit so hard and are meaningful because they are few and far between. i like that he and ted are the two extremes of americanism, in my mind. i like that he uses the fact that other people don't know how to act around him to his advantage, and i try to apply that philosophy to some of my characters in original fiction as well as in my own life. i think it's a terrible shame that he sees jane as the only person who is unafraid to be as weird as him and feels obligated to stay with her because being understood is better than being unhurt and oh jesus christ i think beard is one of my faves now

[oh-nowo-i-got-uwu]

I know that pride month is over, but not my mind.

The probability of these characters being ftm. tw (mostly in Riddle's part) transphobia, internalized transphobia.

You've been warned.

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Riddle -in short, No. Riddle's mother is a Bitch, and I doubt that she would accept that her "daughter" is actually her son. She might accept outside, but would give Riddle internalized transphobia. Constantly misgendering him and using the term "biology speaking" at him, telling him that it's a phase or something.

Trey -he gives me straight, cis ally vibes, but, the possibility is that of 50 or slightly more %. If anything he's a straight trans masc. His family might be a bit confused, but they got the spirit.

Cater -highest probability of anyone else in Heartstybul. Started in his first year of NRC. Even if he does wear feminine clothing, he's still masc and no one can tell him otherwise.

Ace -same with Trey, but with a slightly higher chance. His brother has absolutely told his parents what transgender means before him.

Deuce -the second most probability, his mom and grandma support him wholeheartedly.

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Leona -in all honesty, a low maybe. Im wondering if I'll have to be comparing all their behaviors to the animal counterpart. He probably started Testosterone in like, in the middle of his third year of middle school. His brother and his wife celebrate his coming out every year, even when he's gone. They call him to celebrate, Cheka never understood why but, doesn't care.

Ruggie -high key? Highest of Savanaclaw. His grandma supports him in anything and everything. Even when they were tight on money, she still payed for his treatments.

Jack -he's like Trey, low probability. Like, I can see him supporting transpeople by encouraging them to work out. Giving them work out advice. And if he is trans, he probably started in mid-to-late middle school.

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Azul -tbh all of the octotrio could be. Like it'll depend on his merforms and how he compares to his mother. Cause I'm pretty sure that female octopuses are gendered by size, like many other fish.

Jade & Floyd -doesn't know what fucking gender even is. Doesn't care either. The only probability is how high is their murder count.

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Kalim -another low probability, but will support anyone who is. If you tell him you want to start T, he'll pay for it. Want top-surgery? Bottom-surgery? Boom. Paid for.

Jamil -like a 0.5% more than Kalim, but, doesn't care for your problems. He'll take care of you if you ever get top-surgery, by like giving you food and medicine for your recovery.

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Vil -y'all know this bitch has the highest probability. He doesn't hide it, nor does he want to. He is the second most queerest person in NRC. Hears or sees anything transphobic in a 100meter radius will get annihilated immediately.

Rook -first most queer out of all NRC, would you be surprised? I wouldn't. Hunts down any homophobic and transphobic comments. Can and will fistfight anyone who misgenders.

Epel -yes, most toxic masculine trans man you've ever meet. Will start T soon, just needs grandma's permission. Grandma supports her litte cinnamon apple fritter until the end of time.

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Idia -stinky gamer transperson™️. His parents were very proud when he came out in his third year of middle school. Took the 'Am I Gay?' quizes that give you any lgbtqia+ results.

Othro -he is robot, does not have gender.

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Malleus -I personally believe that all full fae are intersex and therefore have no gender roles. Mfer didn't know what gender was until NRC.

Lilia -doesn't give two shits about it. Mans OLD, and A FAE. Didn't know what gender is. The first time he encountered it was in war. A human soldier commented how a 'woman' shouldn't be on the battlefield to Lilia, then go gutted by Lilia.

Silver -didn't grow up with that concept. Everyone serves the royal family in Briar Valley. Like Malleus, encountered it in his first year over NRC.

Sebek -vaguely grew up with the concept because of his paternal grandparents. Didn't understand and never will. His father was so proud of him when he came out and threw him a party.

[alltimefanfiction]

I’ll take any suggestions you want to give me 🫶 I really appreciate it and I’ll give the Callakarth fics a chance I’m sure they are great and I’m dying to read new stuff even though Jalex has my heart

Honstly I'm just a big fan of any fic Vampire Vengence (author of Bandana Code) puts out. Neondanger (author of Star-Crossed) has some goodies for when I'm in the mood for some filthy smut. So If you havent had the chance to do a deep dive through all their fics then I'd reccomend them.

Bellawritess also is a great author. Their fics top out with an M rating so no smut, but they have a few of my fave fics.

You may have read Erode, but the same author put out the first part of a new fic Just To Seal My Fate this year (I think?) and I am very patiently waiting the second half.

Wolf In A Lamb's Skin

Count It Down

Lit A Match (With Your Nails On My Back)

Ask For It

Old Habits Die Hard

Violet

Those are probably my top five smut one-shots off the top of my head but you may have read those already so my advice (what I do) is just search our tags for a topic that interests you and work through what you haven't read or want to read again.

-Molli

Bless you for giving the Callakarth a chance, I don't think you'll regret it. Jalex was obviously my absolute number one when I first entered the fanfiction side of this fandom (anyone recall my old URL?) but I can't tell you enough how much it will benefit you to branch into other ships because there's a lot of amazing stuff by great authors that isn't Jalex. And obviously there's nowhere near as much being written for the fandom now so looking at things that aren't Jalex just means you have more to read in the meantime.

Anyway, here's some oneshots I love of various pairings so you can dip your toes in:

As It Sank (I Thought Of You) - Jalex

Yer Old Grave - Zalex, Zack/John O'Callaghan

Anaphylaxis - Callakarth

Products/Reactants - Callakarth

Forget Me, Forget Me Not - Jalex

Save Your Heart - Merrikat

Tie Me In Ribbons - girl!Jalex

Ruined - Jack/Grieco, by the lovely mod Addyson

Wet Hot American Summer - Jalex

BJ Foe - Jalex, technically a series rather than a oneshot, and I'm sure you've probably read this or at least many other things by this author, but she is a classic!

In Which It's Valentine's Day and Gabe Buys Alex Roses - Gabex, and again, truly classic author so I'm sure you've read her stuff but there's a bunch that isn't Jalex that's really good

Black Permanent Marker - Alex/Ryan Ross

Keep Quiet, Nothing Comes As Easy As You + sequel Little Lover, You're In Trouble - Jalex (sequel is watersports)

The Boy Next Door - Jalex

And literally everything our former mod Emily has written is fucking amazing. Everything. I think it's all Jalex, or at least mostly. Same with everything by alex_g4skarth. Both authors make me cry with, like, everything even if it's not that sad and it's been that way for a decade!!! Don't know why.

Molli linked Erode above and that author is also excellent, I'm sure you've probably read their stuff from their Mibba (some of my old faves were deleted though).

Aaaaand I'm currently in the process of reading the newest (?) Jalex that we know of, A Very Festive Façade. I started it last night and only got a quarter of the way through it before I had to go to bed but I wanna give it a shoutout because Kalina is another person who still publishes in the fandom and we need that!!!

I mostly steered away from smut out of laziness, and also because there are so many faves that are SUPER popular (at least for Jalex).

If you start reading the Callakarth ones and enjoy them, please feel free to come to my inbox and be unhinged about it because I miss having fellow shippers to do that with.

-Eve

[machinati0ns]

TT: Hey, bro. TT: It's me. TT: Your bro. TT: You know, the one from the future. TT: I'm just getting ahold of you to let you know that Roxy and I-- that's Rose's daughter, by the way-- are formulating a plan to come back. TT: The game was a dead end, and our friends are in danger. TT: Not to mention you and Rose, too. TT: You might think it's too dangerous, but we're adults now, and we're arguably in more danger here anyway. TT: We want to help you take down the Batterwitch once and for all. TT: And then... TT: ... TT: Jesus, this is contrived as fuck. TT: Yeah, that was terrible TT: You're tellin' me. TT: I bet I could do better. TT: Bullshit. TT: "Hello, Dave. It is I, your younger brother, whom you sent into the future to protect from )(er Imperious Horrendousness. Kind of a shitty plan, by the way. She still exists in the future and is worse actually. Also she kills you. So I'm coming back to also get killed by her." TT: Dude, that's worse. TT: Oh, no, that wasn't my own attempt. TT: I was pointing out how awful you sounded. TT: Here's what I would really say: TT: TT: TT: TT: Something broken, bro? TT: You're saying jack shit. TT: Exactly. TT: You think I shouldn't say anything to him? TT: Really? TT: *Really?* TT: What's there to say? TT: If you really have to notify him, just give him a brief lowdown of the whole ordeal. TT: "Coming back, friends in danger, see you soon, bro. - Dirk" TT: Save all the emotions and complicated explanations for the reunion. TT: He'll get the gist. TT: ... TT: You know, I fuckin' hate it when you make some semblance of sense. TT: Surely, I am certain. TT: It just feels wrong *not* explaining everything to him beforehand. TT: Who's to say he'll even beliebe me? TT: ..."Beliebe"? TT: I don't think he's a Belieber, bro. TT: What reason does he have to trust me? Trust that it's *really* me and not just some rando pulling sick pranks? TT: And not the cool kind of sick. TT: The disgusting kind of sick. TT: Hate to say it, but I guess you've got a point, Brotractor X. TT: Christ, what kind of fucked up world is this where we agree with each other? TT: Horrifying, I know. TT: Dave'll probably want proof that you are who you say you are, yeah. TT: Luckily though, we have a fuckin' hoard of it. TT: Videos, diaries, messages. TT: Some of which he hasn't even written yet from his perspective. TT: Our only drawback is that he's an even more paranoid fuck than you are. TT: I'll try not to take offense to that. TT: And frankly, I don't blame him. TT: Probably the only way to prove without a doubt in his mind that you are you, TT: Is to just say nothing and roll up. TT: He'll fuckin' kill me first if I say nothing at all, man. TT: And then I'll take over your rotting corpse and pilot it myself for the rest of time. TT: My master plan is finally coming to fruition. TT: Dude. TT: Now is not the time for this shit. TT: Just leave him a short, sweet message roughly 10 minutes before you show up so that he'll have enough time to read it and know not to kill you on sight. TT: What if he's not there? TT: More time for him to see it and not kill you. TT: Still, I want to have an actual conversation with the man before I break and enter into his home. TT: Not breaking and entering if you never break or enter and it's also your home. TT: You know what I mean. TT: See, this is why you should listen to me more often. TT: Your fragile human emotions are getting in the way of logic. TT: You *want* to talk to him even though it'll definitely backfire. TT: I get it, but it's still a horrible idea. TT: Shut the fuck up man, the only horrible idea here was asking for your input in the first place. TT: Not like I can stop you, but you have my take on it. TT: A take I know you share, because I know how you think. TT: You think like me, because I'm you. TT: This conversation is over now. TT: See if I ever ask for your advice again. TT: You will. TT: Later, bro. TT: Later, jackass.

[gibbearish]

I need help I think/know I'm trans but don't know how to come out and don't know whether I am brave enough to come out I'm scared people will judge me

hey there! so this unfortunately isnt gonna be super in my expertise wheelhouse, my coming outs have all been weird, but ill definitely give it a shot. as far as how to come out goes, there's unfortunately never really gonna be a one-size-fits-all surefire way to do it, every situation will be different depending on who youre coming out to. it also isn't a one-time thing, especially once youve gotten over the initial hump; you may only have to come out to each person once, but you will always be meeting new people and having to decide how/when/if to come out.

myself for example:

my mom - found out through my facebook message telling her we were going low contact

my dad - found out through my facebook post announcing id been on t a year and was changing my name

my brother: found out over text just before i started t

my boyfriend: came out 3 years into dating, proposed starting t via powerpoint presentation

my roommate: has known since we were like 15

my close friends: would ask me my pronouns every few months and knew before i did probably

my coworkers: didn't get told jack shit but watched t make me go from baby face to full beard and either figured it out and switched to he/him, or didnt and got weird looks from everyone else there because the_waitress_thinks_you_have_dementia.jpg

my boss: got told because a coworker was being weird about using my full name and i had to explain why it annoyed me

so like. none of these really have a common theme, beyond that most of them were done over message because i find it easier to share important things that way, my mouth doesnt like saying things out loud sometimes so i have my thumbs do it and the important part is that it gets said at all, so i try not to stress about the medium.

the last bit of advice i have is simply this: yes, people will judge you. people will think you look weird and will think you made the wrong decision. people will stare at you and will whisper about you and shuffle their kids away from you.

but here's the thing: people will do that anyways. you cannot stop people from judging you, it's human nature. you judge others as well, its not something we can turn off. so the question then becomes this: how much do you value their opinion? the stranger trying to keep her kids from being infected by your icky transness, do you think her opinion should be respected? the person staring at you for Looking A Way They Dont Like, is that the kind of behavior you want to conform to? to reinforce? the guy yelling slurs at you on the street, will you sit down and shut up and do as he says and stop existing as yourself? or will you exist louder?

youre already brave enough to live even if people will judge you, youre doing it right now. so really the question is, are you brave enough to stretch the boundaries of the things youre willing to let people judge you for? i think you are. you were brave enough to send this ask and come out to me, the seal is broken now. so i believe in you:)