#considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived
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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
#transgender#trans history#transsexual#transphobia#Magnus Hirschfeld#holocaust#holocaust denial#book burning#j.k. rowling#jk rowling#just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed#and we will always exist#if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit#queer history#queer#lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt#lgbt history#edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month#also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it#it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs#and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had#also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2#Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices#considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived
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Queer manga I'd like to see adapted
So there's definitely a lack of queer anime out there, so I wanted to talk about three that I think would make good anime. (Note: I realized all these are mainly centered around mlm relationships, so... take that as you will!)
Blue Flag
Blue Flag is one of my favorite romance manga that hasn't been adapted into an anime, and I think it seriously deserves one. It's honestly a love triangle, but one of the only series I've seen that actually does a triangle instead of an angle and does it well. It follows Taichi, a high school third year who is growing apart from his childhood best friend, Touma. Things sort of change when Futaba approaches Taichi due to her crush on Touma. The two become closer, and unbeknownst to them, Touma is gay and in love with Taichi. And as a bonus, Futaba's (female) best friend Masumi is in love with her, too!
Blue Flag is ultimately about navigating those confusing feelings of love in that weird transition between childhood and adulthood. While it's not a complicated premise, it's a beautiful, full tale of romance and friendship that would make an incredible anime if adapted fully. This is one I truly hope will get an adaptation someday.
Go For It, Nakamura!
I know this is kind of a weird one to think would fare well as an anime, but with the success of Komi Can't Communicate and anime with similar structure, I think this one would do well! Go For It, Nakamura! follows Nakamura, a shy high school boy who is completely in love with his classmate, Hirose. It's an episodic comedy with many elements that parody BL, all while celebrating other elements of it.
Nakamura is such a lighthearted read, and if it were a bit longer (another volume, maybe?) it would make a great episodic comedy anime. I honestly think it may even open up the BL genre to people who would've never considered it before. (Such as my brother. He would like this one!)
I Hear the Sunspot
Okay, I know this one got a live-action movie adaptation, but when I read it I just kept thinking of how pretty it could be animated. It follows Taichi (I know), a cheerful college student, and Kohei, who struggles with hearing loss. Taichi is able to break through Kohei's shell, and the two of them start this more than friends less than lovers relationship.
Besides the fact that it's a great manga and it's always nice to have more disability representation in anime, I think it would just look so pretty as an anime. I kept imagining a softer color palate with lighter animation, similar to something like Sweet Blue Flowers. I just think it would be so pretty.
Bonus: They should adapt Harukaze no Etranger (continuation of Umibe no Etranger), especially since the best character doesn't get introduced in what was in the movie, and I want to see him.
So that's all I had on the top of my head. Please give any titles that come to mind that would make great anime! (I will use these as recommendations...)
#lgbtq anime#lgbt anime#ao no flag#blue flag#go for it nakamura#ganbare! nakamura kun!!#i hear the sunspot#hidamari ga kikoeru#lgbt manga
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I love the carsickness story! Dizzy Leo and concerned Jonah is EVERYTHING!!!!!
If you do decide to do a part 2, I have an idea. You don't have to use it, but hear me out:
So, most of the time carsickness can last for a few hours, but sometimes it can take MUCH longer. Same night in the motel, Jon wakes up to the sound of Leo vomiting in the bathroom. They're both confused because they thought Leo would be better by then, and Leo is just so upset about being sick that he's an adorably pathetic combination of sick, emotional, and grumpy, and as concerned as Jon is he can't help but find it a little adorable.
Also, maybe Bella has a horrible headache that makes her nauseous in the middle of the night and Luke is super worried about her.
Suddenly, Wendy and Vince are woken up and are transitioning between helping Leo and Jon to helping Luke and Bell, and they're both just so tired but neither of them are gonna stop helping until Leo's and Bell's auditions for the freaking Exorcist are over.
P.S. I started cackling as I wrote that last sentence. I'm so effing sleep deprived!!😭😭😭
Double whammy of Leo&Bell in pain! Just changing the timing because since they left Maine at 8 AM and the trip lasted only 2 hours, there's no way part two would take place in the middle of the night.
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Jonah wasn't trying to be an asshole. Not really, he didn't slip out of the room, once Leo was finally asleep for good and no longer dry heaving every thirty minutes in the ice bucket, just to be a dick to his friends.
However, he couldn't pretend to be happy about the situation. Anyone with more than three working neurons would've been able to tell that putting Leo in a van, a vehicle famous for setting off motion sickness, for four hours, had a very high chance of ending up with him hurling. Jon couldn't understand how he was supposed to act like this wasn't Bella's fault, when she could've easily prevented this by not puppy eyeing her way into going to a fucking music festival when she could barely stay awake more than a couple of hours and wouldn't even enjoy the bloody thing!
So yeah, he wasn't trying to be a dick but it was really hard not to be one right now.
There was a small diner, adjacent to the motel, and Jonah slipped in, stomach growling painfully since it was well past midday and he was so used to having an early lunch thanks to work. He didn't expect to find Bella, Luke, Wendy and Vince inside, but that was on him, he should've guessed they were hungry too.
If Jonah could turn around and pretend he didn't know them, he would have, because right now he was far too angry to be able to keep a pleasant conversation. Instead, Vince spotted him from across the diner and waved, smiling brightly.
"Come sit down, we're just about to order!"
Bless his soul, Jonah thought bitterly, stepping closer and avoiding looking at Bella, lest the nastiest part of him snapped at her.
"What are you ordering?" he asked, sitting next to Wendy and glaring at the plastic menu in front of him.
"How's Leo?" Bella asked, causing Jonah to grit his teeth.
"Asleep," he said, roughly, before turning to Vince, "so? What are you ordering?
"I got a greek salad," Wendy replied, raising an eyebrow, "did he take the dramamine?"
"Yes," Jonah squeezed the menu in his hands, trying to focus on the goodies that were probably filled with saturated fat, "I'm gonna get the chicken salad."
"I'm really sorry, Jon," Bella said, reaching over the table to grab his hand, "really, I didn't think-"
"Clearly," he interrupted her, then before he could take the words back, Lucas let out a scoff.
"Don't be such a prick, it's no one's fault," he said strongly. If Jonah had ever considered letting go of the matter with Bell's apology, he immediately changed his mind, zeroing Luke's face with a cold glare.
"It absolutely is her fault Leo just got so sick he can't get up from the bed! Anyone with a brain could realize he'd get carsick in a trip like this and we're only here because none of you can tell her no!"
"Jonah, calm do-" Wendy started, but he jerked away from her hand when it came to rest on his bicep, face burning, still glaring at Lucas, who seemed to inflate with just as much anger.
"Leo is a fucking adult who could've said no himself," Luke spat, "you treat him like a child, he's a grown man and if he's sick that sucks, but it's not Bell's fault-"
"So it's fine to push him around to make her happy, but Bella can't take any fucking responsibility!?" Jonah slammed his hand on the table and he was aware he was causing a scene, aware he wasn't that furious at Bella and this was all just exacerbated by the fact that Luke got on his nerves like no one else could. Still, that did not stop him.
"Push him around!?" Lucas stood up too, raising his voice, "who pushed him around!? We asked a simple question and he could've said no! You're acting like a dick because things didn't go your way, just grow the fuck up-"
"Luke, stop," Bella grabbed at his sleeve, trying to pull him down, "Jon's right, it's my-"
"Nice to know just how much you care about him or literally anyone who's not Bella," Jonah cut her off, "you selfish prick."
"You're such a fucking asshole, Jonah! He's carsick! He's not dying!"
"And Bella has four stitches, so we have to go on a fucking road trip to keep her happy! Hypocrite much?"
"Could you two stop?" Vince interrupted them, yanking at Lucas' arm and forcing him to sit back down, "I don't care if you want to squabble like two teenagers, but this is a family dinner, so show some fucking respect. Shut up, Jonah," he snapped as Jon opened his mouth, "either solve this outside or you both shut the fuck up."
"Fine," Jonah scoffed, getting up and power walking outside, "as soon as Leo is better we're getting the fuck out of here."
He was still seething as he entered their room back again, almost trembling with rage to quell the desire to slam the door shut, but not wanting to wake Leo up...
"Leo?" Jonah frowned, his voice coming out at least an octave deeper with how angry he was. The bed was empty, "Leo?"
"Here..." Leo croaked from the bathroom and Jonah took a deep breath to calm himself down, before walking to his boyfriend.
He was expecting to find Leo looking like death, but still he wasn't prepared. His hair was matted down and he was shirtless, lying against the bathtub while his chest heaved with a tired panting.
"Why are you shirtless?" Jonah frowned, crouching down and Leo let out a tired scoff, his head lolling a little as if his neck couldn't support it.
"Puked on my shirt."
"Fuck," Jonah cupped his cheeks, "the meds did nothing?"
"Made my puke pink," Leo said playfully, before pushing Jon's hand off his cheek so he could pitch forward with a gag, hastily pushing the toilet lid up. He coughed and gagged, bringing up frothy bile and then letting out a whimper, resting his forehead to the cold ceramic.
"My stomach hurts," he whined, shoulders shaking as he gulped down the tears, "Jon, I feel like shit..."
"I know, I know," Jonah bit down his lip, rubbing his naked back. He wanted Leo in a hospital, with a nice IV hooked to his arm, zofran knocking him out. Instead they were in the middle of nowhere and he could clearly tell Leo was starting to get dehydrated.
"Please do something," Leo whimpered, hugging his stomach with both arms, "I don't understand how I'm-" he gulped down, "still sick..."
Jonah felt helpless as he said, "you gotta drink water, Leo."
"It's just gonna come back up," the blonde groaned, curling up as much as he could, "everything else did..."
"I know, but at least it won't hurt your throat as much and you won't be super dehydrated..."
Leo groaned and moaned as Jonah stepped outside the bathroom, returning with a bottle of water, "do I really have to?"
"Yes," he turned the cap, holding it to his lips, "c'mon baby, little gulps."
If Jonah ever entertained the idea the water was staying down, Leo got rid of that notion by burping against his hand, then mumbling "shit-" and turning to the toilet as the water came back up, just as transparent, practically ready to be bottled up again.
He panted heavily over the toilet, squeezing his eyes shut, "my head hurts..."
"It's because you're dehydrated," Jonah said, his heart squeezing, "let's try the water again, just a little sip."
Two hours later and a whole water bottle completely wasted and Jonah was at his wits end. Leo had long given up leaning over the toilet, since he had nothing to bring up, and was lying on the bathroom floor, his cheek pressed to Jonah's thigh, crying.
Or at least Jon thought he was crying, he wasn't exactly sure since the tears were few and scarce.
"Shhh, close your eyes," Jon combed his fingers through his hair, "your brain should make sense we're not moving soon..."
"Is this..." Leo sniffled, muffling a sick belch against his jeans, "is this how your vertigo feels?"
Jonah raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't know," he said, instead of answering worse, since he didn't want Leo to think he was being a baby. He wasn't being a baby, he was in pain.
"I'm so hungry," Leo groaned, rubbing his own stomach, "but just thinking about food..." he gagged and Jonah tensed up, wondering if he was about to get another splash of acid on his jeans. He was incredibly glad he hadn't eaten anything either, otherwise he'd have puked by now.
There was a knock on the door and Jonah let out a scoff, thumping his head back softly against the tiles. If it was Lucas acting like a kicked puppy, he didn't want to hear.
"Jon, the door..."
"I don't care," Jonah rubbed Leo's arm up and down, noticing he was covered in goosebumps from lying on the cold ground, "baby, let's go back to the bed?"
"I don't feel... Jon, I'm gonna puke again..."
"Right now?" Jonah grabbed his bicep, ready to hoist him up, but Leo shook his head, gulping down as acid reflux hit his throat.
"Soon..."
"Yeah, no," Jon decided, grabbing Leo and pulling him sitting up, "you're gonna catch fucking pneumonia lying on this cold ground, you can puke in the bucket by the bed, c'mon."
It was a hassle to bring Leo back to the bed when he was so unsteady on his feet and once they fell on the mattress, Jonah considered just lying there, with his boyfriend starfished on top of him, before there was yet another knock on the door.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, causing Leo to whine against his neck.
"Don't yell, my head is killing me..."
"Sorry," Jonah rolled them on the bed, fixing Leo's head on the pillow, "give me a second..." he walked to the door, deciding that he would punch Luke if he said yet another stupidity.
It was much to his surprise when he opened the door and his visitor was nearly an entire foot shorter than he was expecting.
Wendy was holding a little to-go box of food and she was pouting, "peace offering?"
Jonah raised his eyebrows, unsure if he accepted the peace offering when he knew damn well Wendy never let anything go, "what do you want?"
"I brought you food, since you're probably starving," she answered instead, holding the box before his face. He let out a sigh, stepping to the side in a wordless acceptance of her white flag and she entered the room, immediately gasping.
"Leo?!"
"Yeah, he's still throwing up, I don't know what to do..." Jonah said, while Wendy abandoned the box in the tiny table next to the frigobar and rushed to the bed, touching Leo's clammy cheeks.
"Hey, blondie, open your eyes for me..."
"He's awake, he's just weak," Jonah vouched, opening the box and immediately stuffing his mouth with the fried chicken she had brought. His stomach was hurting from hunger.
"Leo?" Wendy patted his cheeks, "honey, hey... Can you hear me?"
"Why are you in my room?" Leo answered and Jonah snorted at the bitchy type of comment that was normally reserved for his ears only. Wendy let out a relieved sigh.
"You look like death."
"Thanks, I feel like death too," Leo croaked, turning his face away from her touch, "stop pinching me."
"He's dehydrated," Wendy said, squeezing the skin between her index and thumb.
Jonah rolled his eyes, "I know, but he stopped puking for twenty minutes now. I'm gonna try water again."
"Water won't do," Wendy scoffed, getting up, "I still have the sublingual zofran I got for the Sicily trip..."
"You do?" Jon raised his eyebrows and Wendy glared at him.
"You'd know if you weren't sulking in your room."
"Stop being mean to him," Leo groaned, shoving Wendy's knee and she slapped his hand away, unbothered by the fact he was sick or not.
"I'm gonna be mean to him all I want. Ask your boyfriend why he made Bella cry," she said, before getting up and barging out to grab the medicine. Leo groaned, taking a second to be able to look at Jonah with glassy, unfocused eyes.
"You didn't."
"I didn't," Jonah agreed, but he wasn't sure of it. He had been so furious at Luke, he hadn't actually spared Bell a glance. Guilt made his stomach churn, "I don't think I did."
"Jon..." Leo groaned, then grimaced, planting a hand on his chest, his throat bobbing up and down. Jonah sighed, crossing the room in two steps and grabbing the ice bucket, holding it under Leo's chin to catch a thin dribble of water and bile.
The blonde groaned loudly, forcing up a sick belch and then collapsing against the pillows, struggling to catch his breath. He closed his eyes again, a pained frown on, then rasped, "go apologize..."
"You're out of your mind, poor thing," Jonah rolled his eyes, rubbing his back, "take a breath, baby, Wendy's got the good drugs. They'll knock you right out."
"Uhm..." Leo winced as a cramp hit his stomach, "apologize, Jon."
"Nope," Jonah leaned in, kissing his temple, "shhhh, stop talking."
Wendy walked back in the room, holding a paper box with tiny pink meds and now with a bottle of gatorade in her other hand. Jonah felt incredibly grateful, his cheeks burning with a guilty blush.
Surely Wendy was just exaggerating it, right?
"Open up," she bossed and Jonah gently forced Leo to open his mouth, the blonde frowning with indignance, but far too weak to fight him. Once the little pill was put on his tongue, Wendy glanced at her phone, checking the time.
"We need to wait fifteen minutes," she said, as if Jon didn't know that already. He stared at Leo, who was not asleep, but seemed to be, face all slack, slumped over the pillow.
"I didn't make her cry, did I?" he asked in a low voice, brushing Leo's sweaty bangs away from his forehead.
Wendy scoffed, "yes, you did."
"Bella doesn't cry," he argued weakly and Wendy glared at him, moving so he couldn't avoid her eyes.
"She does when she's got brain surgery literally fifteen days ago and some jackass decides to yell at her for wanting to get out of the house."
"I didn't yell at her," Jonah pouted and Wendy leveled him with a cold glare.
"Lucas is going to punch your teeth in," she warned him, "and I'm not lifting a finger to help."
"You are terrible to me," Jonah groaned, moving his hand down to Leo's cheeks, "baby? Are you still awake?"
"Unfortunately," Leo whined, but he sounded much more at ease, "I think the meds are kicking in..."
Wendy glanced at her phone, lifting it up so Jonah could see only seven minutes had passed. It wasn't time enough for the medication to be really acting, but regardless Jonah stroked Leo's cheek, whispering, "good, let's wait just a little bit more, love."
"Uhm, kay..." Leo yawned, slumping even more against the pillows.
Wendy gestured to the door with her head, mouthing the words "go apologize" and Jonah frowned, glaring at Leo, as if to say he couldn't just leave him alone. She rolled her eyes in response and gestured at herself, "I'm here."
Realizing he'd have no choice but to apologize, Jonah got up from the bed with a groan of his own, "if Luke punches me, I'm punching right back."
"He's not gonna punch you..." Leo mumbled, sleepily and Jon rolled his eyes at his little reassurance.
"I'll be right back."
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As far as Luke was concerned, they should all just go and leave Jonah and Leo stranded behind. That'd teach him to not be a fucking asshole all the time.
Bella had started to openly cry in the diner and while Luke knew that the emotional fluctuations were a direct result of the head wound, that didn't stop him from seeing in red as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
"Shhh, Bell, calm down, calm down," he chanted, almost rocking her on the seat. Bella crying was out of character enough, but her crying in public and not minding it? He felt like he was the one with the head injury.
Vince let out a pitiful noise, moving closer, "beautiful, Jonah is just being a prick because he's worried about Leo, he doesn't mean that..." he reassured her, but Bella shook her head, her whole face all red.
"He-he-hessright," she sobbed, causing Luke to squeeze her just a little tighter.
"Jon hasn't been right about a thing in his entire life," he scoffed, kissing the top of her head, "don't listen to him, baby."
She wasn't listening, Jonah had successfully reduced Bella to a mess of nothing but tears and eventually they decided that having lunch there, where all the other patrons were still watching, wasn't gonna happen and they got their to-go boxes, Luke almost carrying Bell out of the seat as she still shook with sobs.
He was going to kill Jonah, he thought darkly, helping her into their room and trying, once again, to wipe the tears away, "babe, shhh, it's not that big of a deal, I promise you..."
"It - its though!" She curled up on the bed, hugging her knees, "he's right, it's my fault, I pro-proposed the trip, I-" her shoulders shook as she forced the words out, "I got Le-Leo sick and now Jon hates me and- I wish we had never gone in this st-stupid trip."
Lucas let out a scoff, rubbing her back, "no, Leo got sick, shit happens, it's got nothing to do with you..."
"You-you don't understand," Bella huffed, squirming away from him, "stop touching me."
"Bell..."
"S-stop!" She pushed him away, rolling on her side and curling up on fetal position on the bed, "just-just leave me alone."
Lucas moved away from her on the bed, but he didn't get up, watching her like a hawk. Eventually, the sobs stopped as Bella got knocked back, exhaustion taking her under.
There was a knock on the door and Lucas got up stiffly, cracking his neck. If it was Jon, he was going to wring his neck.
Except it wasn't, it was just Vin, holding a little cupcake, "I brought Bella her favorite."
"She's asleep," Lucas scoffed, moving away from the door to let his best friend in, "can you believe he called me selfish? That idiot?"
Vince shrugged, unbothered as he circled the bed to plant the cupcake near the bedside table on Bella's side and pushed a curl away from her face, "you're gonna wake her up, calm down."
"I'm going to kill him, that's what I'm gonna do," Luke decided, barging for the door, only for Vince to run after him and grab him by the back of his shirt.
"No, you're not. Leo's still sick, you're gonna stop being a prick yourself and sit the fuck down," Vin scoffed, dragging him back inside.
"He made her cry!"
"You helped!" Vince whisper yelled, shutting the door, pinching his nose bridge, "look, I know you're angry. I'd be too if I were in your shoes, but you can't just go deck Jon down. You're an adult, stop that, dude."
Lucas grumbled, crossing his arms and refusing to listen to reason, throwing Bella another anxious and guilty glare, "it's not fair she thinks it's her fault, Vince."
"I know, Luke, but punching Jon isn't gonna change that, it'll just make her feel worse," Vince sighed, sitting on the bed and tucking the blankets tighter around Bella. It caused Lucas' shoulder to drop, the gentle act of affection that Vince clearly wasn't thinking about.
They were his family, he didn't want to punch Jonah, even if he was furious at him. He certainly wasn't happy about Leo feeling sick either.
He settled back down on the chair, picking at to-go box of food, while Vince relaxed, now confident Luke wasn't about barge in the room two doors down.
Lucas was just about to calm down, when Bella stirred on the bed, fifteen minutes later. Vince moved as she lightly kicked him, letting out a groan and rolling on the bed, with a frown on.
"Bell?" Vin called, touching her arm, "you awake?"
She opened her eyes, confused, her brows meeting in a harsh frown, before sitting up suddenly and making a horrible choking noise... And throwing up all over her band t-shirt and the blankets on her lap.
"Fuck!" Vince lurched back, narrowly avoiding getting his arm covered in vomit since he was reaching to thump on her back. Lucas jumped up, circling the bed to grab the waste basket, but it was too late, the mess was made and chaos installed in the room.
"Shit," Luke cursed, holding the paper waste basket under her chin, while Vince moved on the bed to hold her hair back, tears starting to run down her cheek as Bella continued to heave.
"m'sorry-" she slurred, spitting a mouthful of acidic vomit inside the bin, wincing, "my head- my head'hurts..."
"Shhh, it's okay," Lucas whispered, rubbing her back, "it's alright, baby, don't worry about this."
"I made- made a mess," Bella coughed and Vince let out a little noise, bunching up her curls in one hand of his, twisting it in a knot.
"Don't worry about that, I'll take the blankets to the motel's laundry," he whispered, meeting Lucas concerned glare over her head.
"Yeah, I'm gonna help you out of this shirt, baby-" He glanced at Vince who nodded, getting up from the bed and moving to where Luke had unceremoniously dumped their bag hours before.
"Can it be one of yours?" he whispered, crouching down before the clothes and heard Luke's little "sure" as response.
Vince cringed as he fished out the shirt and could hear Bella whimpering and getting sick again, crying about how her head was exploding.
"Is this normal?" he asked, passing Luke the shirt and starting to peel off the ruined blankets from her lap, trying to avoid making a bigger mess.
"Yes... I don't know, I think so. The doctor wasn't very specific," Lucas said, still rubbing her back, "Bell, are you done?"
"I don't know," she groaned, voice echoing inside the bucket, "my stomach hurts."
"You don't think its a bug, is it?" he asked and she shook her head.
"No, everything... Everything just hurts, Luke..."
Vince successfully managed to get the blanket folded up and lifted it up, away from his body, "I'll be right back."
"C'mon, baby, let's get you cleaned up," Luke said, nodding to Vince and wrapping his wife's arms around his neck, lifting her up easily. He planted her sitting on the closed toilet, leaving the new shirt on top of the sink and carefully maneuvering the destroyed one off of her.
"This is so humiliating," Bella whimpered, curling up as Luke wiped her chin and mouth with a wad of toilet paper, "I'm tired, Luke..."
"You can slee-"
"No, I'm tired of this," Bella shook her head, "I'm tired of being sick and in pain, I'm- I'm tired. Please, make it stop..."
His heart squeezed and his eyes stung, causing Lucas to gulp against the knot in his throat, "babe, you're getting better, I promise you... "
"No, I can't, I can't do this anymore," Bella teared up all over again, "I'm so fucking exhausted and everything hurts and I- I made Leo sick and I hate this stupid trip and my stupid brain and-"
"Shhh, you're gonna make yourself sicker," Lucas interrupted, kissing her brow and carefully putting the new shirt over her head, "I know you're in pain, baby, but you have to know Leo wasn't your fault. None of this..."
"Except it fucking was," Bella scoffed, curling up on top of the toilet, hugging her knees to her chest, "I feel awful, Luke..."
There was a knock on the door, so Lucas rolled his eyes, jerking his head so he could yell "It's open!" to Vince, before looking back at her.
"No, it wasn't, Bell-"
"It was though," Bella insisted, a fresh new batch of tears running down her face, "Leo is sick and everything fucking hurts and I- I don't know what to do, I wish we were home..." she whimpered, clutching her head and Lucas flinched as he saw a thin line of blood start to run down her nose.
"We'll be home soon, baby," he said, while frantically rolling up more toilet paper, wiping the blood from under her nose, only for even more to continue to gush down.
"I don't... I don't feel well..." Bella mumbled, paling considerably and Lucas lurched, grabbing her by the shoulders before she could hit her head back against the metal flush.
"I got you, I got you-" except that he didn't. He was in way over his head, worried beyond logic and unsure of what to even do first. Bell's face white and clammy, her throat bobbing nervously as it looked she was about to throw up again, blood still gushing down her nose, covering her lip and her neck-
"Here," Jonah said, sidestepping him and holding a bunch of toilet paper under her nose, grabbing Bella's nose and squeezing the tip, while leaning her forward.
"Get the fuck out of here," Lucas scoffed, but there was no heat, he was too worried and too relieved it was Jon to give a shit.
"Shut up," Jonah kicked his thigh, then gestured for the trashcan, "get the bin, she's gonna be sick."
Lucas scrambled for it, holding it open just in time for Bella to let out yet another stream of vomit, barely gagging, sounding and looking out of it.
Jonah gagged, ducking his face in his shoulder and Luke ignored him, holding Bella's forehead.
"Shhh, get it up, baby..."
"I'mreally-" she burped again, choking in the sick, "m'reallyry-sorry..."
"I know, I know," he whispered, while Jonah let out a guilty whine above her head, rubbing her back.
"It's fine, don't think about it," he said, his voice a notch softer and Bella let out a groan, clutching the bin's edges until her knuckles turned white.
"Everything is spinning..."
"Bella, hey-" Lucas patted her cheek, "don't pass out, baby, open your eyes-"
"Luke," Jonah shook his head, his voice a whisper, "it's okay, she's okay," he said calmly, "I got her."
And he really did, because a second later Bella's spine gave up on her and her whole weight collapsed against Jon's leg. He cupped her head, crouching down to steady her on the seat and shoving Lucas out of the way.
"Let's get her lying down, feet up, it's probably just a blood pressure drop because of the nose bleed..."
If Lucas noticed just how his voice trembled, he didn't say anything. Together they managed to get Bella back in the bedroom, piling some pillows her under her legs to make the blood flow back up and then...
Then there was nothing to do.
Jonah moved uneasily, eyes darting from Bell to Luke and then back again, "I... I shouldn't have said that."
"I care about Leo," Lucas scoffed, at the same time as Jon spoke up.
Jonah let out a groan, rubbing his face, "yeah, I know, I'm just pissed off-"
"And I'm just pissed because you're not being fair with her," Lucas pouted, "if it's on anyone, it's on me. You know I was the one who asked Leo to tag along, not Bell."
"Because of Bella."
"I'm still the one who said it, so at least be pissed at me, not her."
Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes, "I'm always pissed at you, Lucas, there's no difference there."
Luke snorted, carefully combing his fingers through Bella's hair, avoiding the stitches, "how's Leo?"
"Knocked out, still sick, dehydrated. Wendy got him some good drugs though, so I'm hopeful he'll feel better soon..."
An awkward silence followed and they both avoided each other's eyes, before Lucas huffed, "I'm sorry, this trip was a stupid idea."
"It wasn't," Jonah shook his head, "but bad fucking timing..." he sat on the edge of the bed, "I didn't mean to make her cry, I swear I didn't."
Luke raised his eyebrows, unimpressed, "well, you did."
"I'll apologize to her," Jonah promised, his pride be damned. Luke sighed, nodding.
"Fine, if you apologize to her."
"If you apologize to Leo for making him come."
"I didn't make him come."
"Lucas," Jonah glared at him and the other man pouted, nodding again.
"Fine, I'll apologize."
#your honor they're siblings#isabella martinez#leo wagner#carsickness#car sickness#head injury#concussion#emeto#sickfic#mywriting
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hi!! i loved your kenjaku one-shot so, so much!! it's honestly so much fun and so sexy, and so natural and it flows so well!!!
like i loved the beginning and the detail with the book? so good!! and the fact that he makes fun of the book and takes this pleasure in dissecting it and picking out the sex scenes?? that's so in character for him!
and oh my gosh! that transition into the pyjama top coming undone? and that stare? how it becomes heavy and charged, and how the atmosphere changes in the split of a second? i was reading with bated breath.
and then he charged forward and makes the move!! ugh, that was seriously so sexy, my gosh.
the way you wrote kenjaku is phenomenal. like you characterised him so, so well.
and i honestly think that was one of the sexiest scenes i've ever read in a very long time. it just felt so natural and authentic, and lived-in in the best way possible.
like the dialogue is so good. it's so witty!
and kenjaku's confidence? aye, of course he'd be confident! kenjaku's occupying the most handsome and beautiful human being to walk this earth and, on top of that, he's got centuries of experience to boot! he'd put the kama sutra to shame!
and i really liked how you balanced his quiet superiority with his willingness to get down and dirty, and embrace feeling, and fully immerse himself in it!!
but, also, i'm just obsessed with the dynamic that you conjured! i find myself craving more!! it just flows so naturally and it's so believable that this encounter would end up being so steamy!! xxx
and, oh my gosh, that ending!! it's so funny!!! also, such a good way to end, too?? but really, really funny. and it feels so in character for him to say that, too!!
i loved, loved, loved this fic xx i would've loved to give it many more notes if i could xx <33
Anon….im blown away. Uuuuuuh THANK YOU?!!
AKSJDJHf
I reread it a bit ago & felt pretty unhappy with how it turned out, so this was wildly encouraging - you don’t even KNOW
The dialogue in particular I felt iffy about so I’m delighted you found it enjoyable ^.^
Sexiest scene you’ve read in a while?? Anon don’t make me cry ;-;
Kenjaku would be a crazy good in bed & no one can convince me otherwise!! You see the vision. You get it.
I really enjoy Kenjaku (I know, it’s so hard to tell) & have lots I want to write about him, so hearing you like how portray him is so helpful! I hope to write more kenny stuff that feels in-character :3
I hadn’t considered a sequel or anything of that sort, but now that you say that it makes me think it could be fun to write more with this specific YN in mind 🧐
Ugh this means a ton. Thank you with my whole heart for taking the time to think of & write this 🙏🙏 it just made my whole day? Week? Month? Year?
I’m mentally sending you an edible arrangement 🥺 💌💐
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A Sinfully Good Book (Review)
I read The Sacred Sins of Father Black by @stjohnstarling (available here on Amazon) over the course of about a day and a half (and it would've been less if I hadn't been procrastinating).
For those unfamiliar, I'll begin with a short summary:
FBI Agent Quentin Day is investigating a forgery ring that is flooding the market with incredibly good counterfeit wines. Quentin finds himself assigned to the picturesque oasis of a town called Hopewell. There he meets Father Sebastian Black, and the two immediately hit it off. The more time Agent Day spends in the town, the closer he grows to Father Black, and the more conflicted he feels. He feels a strong tie to his sense of duty and justice, but is the tie he feels to Father Black stronger?
(Review below the cut -- Spoiler-free)
I'll start with my brief thoughts and then go more into detail. Overall? I liked the book, in fact I really liked it. I'd give it 4/5 stars, a very solid 8/10.
I'm not going to lie, though, I struggled a bit getting through (approximately) the first half of the book. It was a slow start, and I couldn't figure out the pacing. However, once I hit that halfway point, everything picked up and fell into place. From that point on, I couldn't put the book down.
It felt like the mixed pace in the beginning came from the heavy lifting of needing to do a lot of set-up. I can definitely relate, I've been there. You have to get all your characters in the right places, introduce them, etc etc. The good news is, it paid off, more than I ever expected. It kind of felt like climbing a hill, and then falling down the other side (in the best way possible). In a way, it was very fitting as it aligned very closely with our main characters' own experiences of finally experiencing a significant release (haha get it?).
Really, I found the book very compelling. The entire time there is a sense of many moving pieces, along with an undercurrent that never quite gets resolved. Toward the end, it started to remind me of the movie Midsommar, a movie I've only seen pieces of, mind you. It was the vibrant intensity of it, the sense of strength that a small community has, and the way it can fundamentally change people.
This was definitely not a horror book, but the intensity it held was very much disarming, bordering on overwhelming (again, in a good way). I began to feel more and more connected with the experience of our Agent Day, and wow how vivid of a picture we were painted.
Now, this does bring me to another small gripe I have, but I will keep it vague, since, as promised, there will be no spoilers here. There is a major event very near the end of the book, which gets nothing more than a passing glance. It is significant, and I would argue, the ultimate turning point for our main character (the main character himself asserts this turning point was earlier, but this was the event I felt most marked his firm departure from the character he began the book as).
I think this difference of opinion is why it frustrated me, though. Considering our main character from the end of his character arc, it makes sense that this would be naught but a passing event, but as a character in the final stage of transition from one identity to another, I feel it should have gotten more attention as the event that really quite truly marks the ultimate point of no return.
I think that alone made the ending feel a tad rushed to me, but it wrapped up so nicely that I really couldn't complain. There was still an undercurrent of something more that went largely unexplained, but I honestly felt that made the book and characters all the more compelling. To have one final, tiny mystery still unresolved, but the feeling that it needn't be. The sense of total acceptance of things as they are, and that they are as they are meant to be.
This review has gone on much longer than I expected, so I'll end it with a final:
tl;dr This book wrecked me. It was intense, and beautiful, and captivating. It's a quick, but memorable read, and I highly recommend it. If you're impatient like me, just be prepared, and remember: when it gets good, it gets good.
#father black#the sacred sins of father black#pseudo reviews#book review#honestly didn't realize I had so many thoughts about this book but /damn/ I was NOT prepared#no spoilers#hopefully i didn't rant for too long but this is tumblr so...lol#queer romance#lgbtq romance
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First of all, thank you for your kind response! Second, in my mind you are "the anime psycho", but "psycho chick" is better 😅
So, apparently we share some grievances:
- I still can't get over what Gege did to Tsumiki. Fridged from the beginning, then she becomes the vessel for Sukuna's simp and then ended up in that fight that turned out to be a joke!? To make matters worse, in the middle of all this Megumi was also fridged.
- the "gathering of allies", either when they were going to free Gojo or with Gojo free, I would've liked to see more reactions to EVERYTHING that happened... but Gege prefers to dedicate pages to Kenjaku's monologue I guess.
- Sukuna vs Gojo. At first, one if not the most anticipated fight in the story of course I was very excited but a couple of chapters later and I was fed up. For powerscalling, it's great, the two strongest showing why they are the strongest, except we still don't know Sukuna's CT (or anything else about his character); but for someone like me who isn't interested in powerscalling, I find it a little flat though I'm not sure if it's the right term, it's like something is missing; Gojo... sometimes feels like I'm watching the extended version of the teen Gojo that fought against Toji and I'm not talking about power. (maybe I'm being a little harsh here and when I reread it I'll like it more).
When Gege again expressed his desire to finish jjk this year, giiirl... why did he dedicate chapters to international politics and the US invasion!?; and Sakurajima? I have nothing against this mini arc I swear but Sakurajima might not have happened and it would really change something in the story? Maki was already considered as powerful as she is and Naoya only returned for her training moment so... the unknown points were Kamo's situation and Kenjaku's infiltration.
However despite my complaints, there are still things I love about Gege's writing and I've been invested in the story for a couple of years so I want to know how it all ends (what will happen to Megumi, although I try to keep the minimum my expectations too). I also distanced myself from the fandom because it became unbearable (I can't believe how sometimes this affected my enjoyment), I only follow you and linkspooky.
I understand that when all is said and done my grievances will probably become meaningless. Gege tends to show much later why some things happened (or didn't) that way.
I end here because I already made it very long, sorry. Again thank you so much for your response and for your attention!
HOLA! Welcome back anon 😂.
So your ask came through before chapter 236 I believe so... let's taco'bout it more under the cut...
Ok so after brain rotting a bit more about it, I have achieved a different level of mental gymnastics about Tsumiki. Hopefully I'll sit and make a case for why the way her situation unfolded was actually perfect. Stay tuned.
But, as for grievances, I have to say that for me, the thing I really did not like as of recent has got to be how quickly Gege moved into and through chapter 220.
It just feels rushed to me. Which I actually find relatable, because sometimes, when you write, you know where you're going, but getting there is a little harder.
I think Gege could have gone into more depth about how they all came together again, etc. So yeah, defo not a transition I cared for.
As for Sukuna vs. Gojo, I mean... yeah.
I did not enjoy it one bit and I kind of wish I would have enjoyed it more because Hakari vs. Kashimo was just such an exciting battle. Another favorite was Yuji vs. Choso.
But Gojo vs. Sukuna was defo meant to be a culmination of so many plot points that I personally was not interested in so... it is what it is. I am glad the battle is over and that Gege is feeding us Sukuna lore, etc.
Gojo... sometimes feels like I'm watching the extended version of the teen Gojo that fought against Toji and I'm not talking about power
Ok, this is so funny to read now that the battle is over given my thoughts on how Gojo was emotionally frozen in time because of what happened with Toji.
Did the conclusion of the battle give you more insight about what you were thinking?
When Gege again expressed his desire to finish jjk this year, giiirl... why did he dedicate chapters to international politics and the US invasion!?; and Sakurajima?
I get it! But remember we now know that, while jjk is in its final stages, it won't be ending any time soon. It certainly is a relief to hear that because, yeah, it was feeling pretty rushed while also addressing weird plot points that felt irrelevant at the time. Hopefully he'll come back and tie some of those lose ends.
Sakurajima was Maki and Naoya's showdown, wasn't it?
God, I honestly hated Naoya showing up again so much. But in retrospect, I can see what the arc was exploring, etc.
I recommend you look over at @blog-of-hubris who wrote some really good stuff about Sakurajima!
However despite my complaints, there are still things I love about Gege's writing
Same. I feel like, for me, Gege's vision is incredibly fun and engaging despite any of the apparent flaws in the execution of the story.
I feel like I am so consumed in the story because the themes resonate with me so deeply, that I am not concerned with execution unless he flops it (*cough*ch. 208*cough*).
I won't be surprised if, during a re-read, in addition to uncovering new layers of meaning I might have initially missed, I start spotting all of the plot holes or start seeing where he could have executed differently to achieve the same effect.
Kind of like Kimi No Na Wa lol. I LOVE Kimi No Na Wa, but the moment you spend any time contemplating the thing, it makes sense why Shinkai himself was so critical of his own creation.
I also have to say that I try to be very cognizant of the constrictions that Gege operates under--time, being the greatest. Not to mention that this is Gege's first big project. So what we're seeing is a fledgling author in the early stages of what I hope is a long career.
I also distanced myself from the fandom because it became unbearable (I can't believe how sometimes this affected my enjoyment), I only follow you and linkspooky.
Giiiiiirl.... lol. Thanks for the vote of confidence 🫡
Honestly, this fandom is just so damn big. Too many opinions abound, too much ego, pointless shipping wars... it's hard. I get it.
I've only started talking to more people on Twitter recently, but for the longest time I kept to my corner here on Tumblr because some people get so defensive about their interpretation of the story that it often feels like walking on egg shells if you dare disagree.
I understand that when all is said and done my grievances will probably become meaningless. Gege tends to show much later why some things happened (or didn't) that way.
I think that chapter 236 just confirmed that in no uncertain terms :)
Thanks for stopping by again anon :)
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umbrella academy s03e01-02 thots
ep 1:
the sparrows are introduced pretty quickly — and in the middle of a fight — and aren't really explained at all. kinda gives the vibe of "this is normal in this timeline, better get up to speed on your own, and quickly"
(on that same note: i think the dance-off — even if it was a hallucination — was a very weird note to start the season on.)
the timeline has been changed. they assume that they had been left with their birth parents, which would mean that they had entirely different lives. why does allison think she would still have the same husband and child???
i love justin h min's acting, and i'm honestly super glad he's got a bigger role this season (both in terms of screentime and in being his own person)
there are six umbrellas, seven sparrows, and one dad. come on, guys. apes together strong. /hj
ep 2:
the clipping that viktor reads says that sissy died on the umbrellas' birth date. by the end of the episode, we know that this is the date that the umbrellas' would-be birth parents died. i doubt she would've been one of those parents. but she is the mother of harlan, who has shown up in the periphery of this season. it'll be interesting to see how they come into play.
they weren't lying, viktor's transition was WICKED rushed.
to paraphrase:
five: you met with the enemy, vanya??
viktor: it's viktor, actually. that's who i've always been
five: ok cool, love that for you. but what the fuck were you thinking?
i do hope that, if there are more seasons after this, they flesh out viktor's gender stuff a bit more. especially if gerard has more of a hand in writing that — i trust him with a trans arc way more than some rando.
i kinda appreciate five's forced nonchalance. i think his actor did a decent job of capturing this old man's "can't i get a god damn break" energy.
the sparrows include TWO white women with long dark hair. i am pretty much faceblind (#autism) and only noticed that they were two people when they formally introduced themselves to luther. so far my only way of distinguishing them is "hits on ******" vs "spits".
klaus's steering wheel is on the right side of the car.....?
allison's ptsd is depicted pretty realistically. i'm certainly glad that the trauma they've all faced wasn't glossed over, and i appreciate that it affected them all differently.
the way the amish are treated here is..... suspect somehow. very "isolated, Weird group with misplaced hostility, and one Good Apple who helps the protag". idk, i can't exactly write an essay criticizing this depiction right now, but i feel like i've seen this trope before and it's been ugly
i'm sure we'll find out more about this, but how did that amish lady find out about all the other umbrella-mothers' deaths??
not sure i like this approach to time travel. five says that, since they were never born in that timeline, time-traveling into it creates an Ultra Mega Super Bad paradox. but i mean..... wouldn't it be a worse paradox if they actually had doppelgängers walking around? *sighs* i guess i'll just have to see how this plays out but. mmrggghhh
come ON, you bastards. KEEP it IN your PANTS.
edit: i've partially changed my mind on the vanya/viktor name change. bc there are trans people who are given names that "match" their gender or are gender-neutral, and change them anyway to better match how they feel. so *shrugs* cool. of course one also has to consider that viktor is a fictional character, not a real trans person with real agency. but like. it's whatever.
edit edit: got a couple names mixed up and misspelled a word
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#I'mNotChangingTheirStoryI'mNotChangingTheirStoryI'mNot--
Doitdoitdoitdoitdoit- *shot*
OK LOL DON'T DO THAT. Actually, I say that but I honestly love this idea a lot and it'd make Keith's reaction to Pico's sudden break up with him even more heartbreaking in retrospect.
After all, the friend you thought was dead this entire time suddenly shows up alive again after all of these years. Pico not knowing him can easily be handwaved as the ginger not having kept up with his old childhood friend's life (partly because he was more focused on making sure his family was okay and somewhat because he might've not trusted himself to not try to reconnect with his old friend perhaps? Who knows! You decide~!); Keith most likely hadn't had his transition back then so he still looked like a girl and went by his old name so makes sense Pico wouldn't recognize him. As for Keith not bringing it up, perhaps he wasn't fully sure this cranky ginger was the same friend he had known all those years ago. It'd make sense he'd refrain from informing Pico until he was absolutely certain.
Also this scenario would give more pain to Otis because in this verse Keith and his family would've kept in touch with Pico's family right? True there might be some unintentional distancing from those on the ginger's side but I imagine that's more in response to all of the shit that happened. ANYWAY back to Otis, imagine his reaction if Keith were to call him up soon after his first encounter with Pico to inform him. Perhaps Otis would confirm albeit not outright that perhaps it IS Pico (because let's be honest he wouldn't have the heart to fully lie to Keith there so make sense he'd hint at it). Maybe this bit doesn't happen but still something to think about! After all, just imagine the extra douse of angst here~
Oooooh. Consider Pico's reaction when he learns who Keith is too! I don't know if Keith will reveal who he is at some point or if he refrains for whatever reason (perhaps some part of him is worried about being accepted?? Maybe he still was hesitant for some reason??? IDEK). Since Pico later becomes convince Keith is a figment of his messed-up mind, it's very possible he would end up believing Keith isn't his old childhood friend. I can see him faltering for a moment, wanting to believe Keith is actually really and perhaps even almost giving into that hopeful side, only to shove it aside because of those stated reasons you gave before on why the breakup even happened.
Now imagine him, unlike before, mentioning a bit of Keith to Darnell and Nene, telling them about this supposed illusion of their old pal. Now imagine Darnell's and Nene's reactions later upon learning that the supposed illusion wasn't actually some figment of Pico's messed-up mind but ACTUALLY REAL. Now, not to say they wouldn't be understanding, but let's be real a part of them would still be like "Pico wtf".
Also please consider Grammy's reaction to seeing Pico again after he got reconciled with Keith and got together with him and Amelia. I dunno about you but I can't unsee her being accepting of him but also giving him a good smack with a slipper. Okay that last bit is probably ooc but wanted to mention because it was stuck in my head lmao
ANYWAY WOW THIS GOT VERY LONG LOL. SORRY ABOUT THAT.
As much as I'd love you to make this a part of their canon, I know you've already established quite a bit of stuff here already and I know all too well how frustrating it can be to go back to change stuff up. So don't worry about it okay? You can just make this like a one-shot thing or just something fun to ramble and imagine about.
I would love to make this an official thing, but I feel like I would have to change just enough stuff that it'd bug me, which friggin sucks. I also don't know if Keith would want to be with Pico again if this was canon, because to lose him a SECOND time would hurt. A bad part of his brain might make him believe that Pico was hiding from him with ill intention or something, so to have Pico yell and hold a gun to him that he's some fake illusion? That'll hurt
"Twice.. twice you're leaving me, and it doesn't make any sense!"
It's a great backstory, but it might have to be saved for another person's version of BF and Pico
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Once In A Millennia...P1.
Summary: A thousand years ago you were married to the Sukuna, a mortal man with the power of a god. Bound to him, his "death" leads you to wander the world alone, against all odds. However...his spirit remains and was resurrected by an unknown boy...
Word Count: 1k-ish.
Warnings: Gn!reader, mentions of a past life & family arranging a marriage.
The days had begun to blur into one incoherent mess.
That wasn't too out of the ordinary. You couldn't be expected to remember every moment of every day, not when you had several lifetime's floating around between your synapses. The mundane and monotonous would naturally be forgotten to make room for the impactful and important memories. The one's you hold onto like your life depends on it and maybe in some way it did, life was mysterious in its ways.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you had seen everything. Every advancement in every field from science to medicine, going from horse-drawn-buggies to vehicles and letters to text messages. Safe to say that nothing was a surprise anymore. What was life's great surprise now? In a thousand years you had seen and experienced everything, from the divine to the depraved.
Life had begun easy. Being only the child of simple country folk who took pride in their work, worshipping the gods in their own special way, you were given more freedom than most in your childhood. Father and Mother had let you wander the secret places of the village until the sun set and dinner was ready, fed and ready for bed you'd lay down on the comfortable cot they had purchased with the earnings from that season's harvest to let you dream the night away. Until he came, that fateful day where your parents made the decision to sacrifice you to the warlord baring down on their home and land. The ultimatum that sealed your fate was simple: you or them and being the pragmatic people they were chose themselves to save.
Now hundreds of years later you weren't sure you should curse or bless them for their decision because that choice set you on the path to where you are now, browsing the morning market like the days of old with the luxuries of the modern age.
That's when you were made aware of it. The creeping cold of being watched, of being found. The inescapable reality of a person exhaling their hot breath against the back of your neck at an angle your neck simply could not turn towards. The feel of a large palm bearing its weight against the curve of your spine with the addition of three more to various hand-holds across the expanse of your body.
"Have you been well, my sweet spouse? The years haven't been kind to you, have they?"
The deep chuckle of a man thoroughly sadistic in the uncaring manner of which they dispatch those he deems maggots, a man changed, a curse upon the world.
Your husband: Sukuna Ryōmen.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten. Wouldn't it be a pity if you've forgotten your husband?"
And when you understandably twist your head around to venture a guess why he of all beings was behind you at a random stall? There was no one. Not the copious amounts of people shopping for their meal ingredients, not even the shopkeepers or the one that was impatiently waiting for you to purchase that fruit and strangely enough: no husband in sight.
An odd hallucination perhaps?
You were being followed, very conspicuously might I add. Clearly they thought themselves to be a master spy by the way they hid behind dumpsters, peeked around poles and made themselves the most obvious person in the ocean of people. Pure lunacy or a power move you weren't sure of yet, the garment they wore a dead giveaway to their intentions. The deep navy uniforms of the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. A sorcerer and not a good one if their sneaking skills alluded to their abilities.
Far more inconspicuously you took a look at the figure with the reflection of a shop's window pane. A young man, average, pink undercut and overall nondescript but there was something familiar about his aura. A sinister darkness that was foreign in his kind features. That couldn't be natural. Sepia shaded orbs trained on your figure with a burning intensity that would set your soul on fire with its pinpoint directness. The more important matter was why a sorcerer was following you. To your knowledge they believed Sukuna was a myth and your marriage to him had been forgotten in the past seven hundred years so was it superstition that led him to follow you? Or did you have a curse attached to you and he was doing his job?
Odd, to say the least.
"Excuse me? Uhh, hello? Uhm..'scuse me."
A hand clamped down on your shoulder from the opposite direction you had been watching the sorcerer. Turning back around what did you find? The very same magic user you had been spying. How did he move so quickly? That was a split moment and he was behind you. How did he manage that?
"Yes?" You responded, face rather devoid of emotions while taking a closer inspection at the sorcerer. Upon closer look he was indeed a boy, in the middle of his teen years at the most yet experience had aged his soul considerably. The windows of his eyes closer to that of a wizened old monk rather than a bright-eyed pubescent teenager. The oddest feature that stood out were the dark tattoo's across the bottom edges of his eye sockets, rather distinguished against the otherwise blank face. Fashion statements got stranger and stranger with each passing century.
The boy appeared to have a goal in mind as his eyes searched your face, your eyes and the windows to your soul. Whatever he was looking for either wasn't there or he kept the discovery to himself because after his hand was removed he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Oops, sorry! Thought you were someone else."
"No harm done, honest mistake."
Without another word the sorcerer boy turned on his heel and retreated in the direction he came from. How he had managed to double back and come from your blind spot was still a mystery, there must've been more than meets the eye on that boy.
Yuji Itadori returned to the First Year dorm hall and slid the door closed behind him as he entered. It was late, much later than when he was expected to be in bed and resting. If anyone had noticed his absence then he'd be in a world of pain. What could be worse than the punishment's Gojo could think up? Well, there was one thing. That tattooed psychopath using his body as a vessel. Whoever that person was had set him off. The control he originally thought he had on the cursed spirit had hung by a thread, a battle on who got to control his body raging on. It was a stalemate, mostly. He had control over the vast majority of his facilities but that uppy bastard had gotten his hand in the metaphorical doorway and pried himself into the driver's sleg. Taking over his legs and waltzing up to them and without a plan. They were lucky he had regained himself right as he touched them, what would've happened if he hadn't? There were moments he went on and on about slaughtering women and children like maggots but was the sight of them enough to cause a sudden bloody rampage? Apparently so.
The transition to phase into the mindscape that kept Sukuna contained was seamless. As if he had walked to another section of a home, could be considered as easy as breathing but whenever he was there it was not because he went willingly. He was summoned.
On the pinnacle of the mountain of bones, perched upon on the throne, Yuji noticed there was a crazed grin on the very man's face. Revealing the pearly whites amidst his bloody gums, eyes wide as he leaned forward. Not looking at his host, quite the opposite but something beyond him. Shoulders cloaked in a white robe rose and fell in time with his maniacal giggles, gleeful and relieved. It would be perturbing if he wasn't used to the grating sound by now. The reason why he was laughing was the disconcerting subject.
"Ahh, there you are, dearest spouse. How long will it take until you return to me?"
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