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[chaoticregulusstan-deactivated2]

Love it when someone sees the Regulus is trans hc and decides to take a hot take and say how it can't be because of his family's views. There's no hot take babe, you're just being transphobic, even if he can't transition, or have his family see him as a trans man he would still be a trans man.

[thisuseraiskindadead]

also??? people are so dumb??? trans reggie is the best and you can take this hc from my cold dead hands.

Regulus managed to survive in his house even after Sirius left because he knew how to supress everything he thought or felt. He knew better than to start shouting he was trans in his own house.

Sometimes, he slipped a little, just leaving boy clothes on his bed or he cut his hair too short (he cut it every few months just an inch so it wasn't much noticiable) and he got beaten up because of it. Regulus never admitted why he did it, opting even to say once he missed Sirius and that was why he had one of his shirt. That was better than the truth (and not that much of a lie).

Regulus is smart, he always has been. He doesn't start his transition until he is safe (more specific: in Evan's house after running away). The transition is fast, in barely the two month that lasted summer he had fully transitioned (money, magic and the name Black are really helpful) so when he gets back for fifth year, he is finally himself.

Barty doesn't make a single comment about his change of appearance apart from "short hair suits you" before he started talking about the prank he wanted to make to a Gryffindor boy. Dorcas had rolled her eyes next to him, shutting him up to ask Regulus like a million questions he didn't feel like answering.

"Do you want me to take down the pictures at the dorm? They're from before you transitioned so it's okay if I have them? Also, who do you share room with now? I'm going to miss you a lot but I understand is not practical to have a boy in the girls dorm"

"Back off, Meadowes" said Evan with a lazy smile. "Don't stress the poor boy. It's only the first day. And don't worry, as his new roommate, I'll take care of him"

"That's not fair" protested Barty, a cigarrete hanging from his lips. "I don't have a cool rommate like you guys"

"Chop your cock off and share a room with Panda" offered Regulus.

Barty examined him, determinating if he was serious or not. Not a crack could be seen in Regulus' facade.

"I don't want to share a room with Barty" complained Pandora, her arms crossed. "He doesn't know the concept of clean underwear"

Barty gasped, picking up the cigarretes that had fallen from his lips.

"Don't call me dirtypants every again, Panda. I have a clean ass, thank you very much"

"I can corroborate that" Evan smiled, sly.

"Gross" complained Dorcas.

They started walking towards their first class when Regulus stop in his tracks, paralized.

"Guys, I'll catch you later" he murmurs looking at the end of the corridor.

"I can wait for you" offers Barty following his gaze.

"It's good, Crouch. Go before Professor Slughorn gives you detention again"

Now, all alone, Regulus is able to confront the only person that had broken his heart.

"I have no sister" is what Sirius mutters when he first saw Regulus.

Peter and James thought it was as an insult, but what they missed is the smile in both boys' faces. Regulus had written to Sirius over the summer explaning everything. They still had a lot to talk about, but it was a beginning.

"Come here, let me hug my little brother" and Regulus wasn't the best at physical contact, but he let Sirius put his arms around him for a few seconds too long.

"The fag and the queer. We are like a comedic duo" joked Regulus, making Sirius and Remus laugh.

"You finally learnt something from me" said Sirius in a stupid proud tone.

"About dissapointing our parents?"

"I was going to say that you learnt cocks are the best. But that too"

"Sirius, please" begged Remus from behind him, a soft blush decorating his cheeks.

"No, no. He is right. I learnt cocks are the best" Sirius sent him a questioning look, not really understanding where Regulus was going. "Ask James, I've tried his a few times"

Regulus spinned so he could get away before the anger from Sirius could change from his best friend to him. Still hearing a whimper and "Rem, grab him! Padfoot, just let me explain" before he entered his classroom.

[ad-wills]

[vash-the-trans-catboy]

How monsterfucker is tumblr?

I am a monsterfucker

I am not a monsterfucker

Voting ended onAug 31, 2023

Reblogs are appreciated :)

Proud monsterfucker here

[vash-the-trans-catboy]

Kinda a shame was hoping for that number to be higher

[sassyll2l]

Signs of Hell from Good Omens season 2

[angel-derangement]

there are so many ways to quietly yearn for the glory of being known

[angel-derangement]

this post is about imagining yourself on a talk show in the shower btw

[cliopadra]

The Bookworm’s Assistant

(a Good Omens parody repaint of “The Bookworm”, c. 1850, by Carl Spitzweg)

[hopepunk-humanity]

ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.

there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.

there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.

doing nothing is good for my soul.

i am not defined by what i produce.

my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.

i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.

i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.

[73647e]

me and the autistic bad bitch I pulled by being as adhd as possible:

[acidicbarkbeast]

my half of an art exchange with @nomunun hosted by the steddie big bang server!! had loads of fun making this <3

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Here's a small idea for you. Steve's hands are naturally drawn to the rips in Eddie's jeans.

Eddie notices.

Eddie starts creating more and more rips.

Steve's hands travel to those rips. Preferably the ones on his thighs.

Eddie decides to play with fire and creates a just below his hipbone.

Unfortunately for Eddie, Steve's hands do travel there. That leads to: a) the most embarrassing whine in the history of the Munson doctrine, b) a terrifying realization that there actually is a single spot where Eddie is ticklish.

But Eddie is no quitter so he never sews that rip back together.

[1-800-horrorfilms]

i just love the idea of Eddie absentmindedly saying something like "i don't know, man" and Steve sharply turning around and going "what did you just call me?" and Eddie getting all flustered and sputtering, hurrying to correct himself like "baby! i meant baby!! i don't know, baby. Sweetheart." and Steve's just like "yeah, that's what I thought."

[muirin007]

2012-13 AO3 was a beautiful fever dream.

[paganinpurple]

AO3 Etiquette

It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:

Kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished - you kudos.

If you liked it, you should comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.

No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it. Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity. Don't ruin that for them.

Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.

There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.

For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.

Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLANTONIC, like friendship or family.

Nothing is banned. This is an implicit rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.

People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.

Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.

Avoid deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - orphan it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to you anymore.

This is a creative fanfiction archive. No essays on your insights or theories please. There are other places for that.

I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.

I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.

[unfinishedslurs]

eddie's flat ass (steddie)

Dustin whips around as soon as they’re alone. “Steve!”

“I’m Eddie.”

“No, I mean you and Steve. You like him.”

“Of course I like him, Henderson,” Eddie says flatly, pressing a little harder on the gas in hopes of getting to Dustin’s house before he admits something he regrets. “We’re friends. Best buds. A couple of dudes being bros.”

“You’re full of shit,” Dustin says. “I’m not stupid. I saw that. I wish I hadn’t, but I saw it. You’re, like, stupidly into him. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters. His street can’t come soon enough. 

Dustin pushes through. “When are you gonna ask him out?”

“Uh, never?”

“What?!”

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “Nothings going to happen, Henderson. Yeah, I’ve got a stupid fucking crush on your babysitter, it doesn’t mean that Steve’s interested in me. He likes girls, Dustin, did you miss that part in the dossier? He thinks we’re a couple of straight guys horsing around, if he found out I was flirting with him I could be thrown into Hunt the Freak 2: the thrilling sequel.”

Dustin’s mouth snaps shut, and he laughs nervously. “Right,” he agrees. “He likes girls. But, uh, hypothetically, if he was into guys…”

They roll to a stop sign, and Eddie turns away from the road to tell the little shit off. But Dustin’s fidgeting, staring steadfast at the road and refusing to meet his eye. 

“You know something,” he realizes. 

“Uh…”

Eddie’s about to shake it out of him. “You’re hiding something, you little shit. What is it? Tell me.”

“I’m not,” he squeaks. 

“Bull-shit you aren’t. What is it? Is it about Steve?” Eddie pales. “Shit, does he know about me?”

“Well…”

“What the hell?!”

“I didn’t tell him!” Dustin yelps. “If you didn’t want him to know, maybe you shouldn’t have been so obvious!”

“Check your tone,” he snaps, hand shaking as he pulls on his hair. “Shit, shit, shit, okay, it’s fine, I just need to flee the country—“

“Why?”

Eddie is this close to throttling the kid. “What do you mean why?”

“Why is this such a big deal?”

“It could get me killed!” He shouts, banging a hand against the steering wheel. “He could—he could fucking tell somebody, and—“

“He wouldn’t do that!”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know that? You think someone’s a good guy until you’re interested in them, and then it’s all ‘You’re fucking disgusting,’ or ‘Freak,’ or ‘Don’t touch me, you fa—‘“

“Stop!” Dustin shouts, white knuckling the armrest. “Eddie, stop. He’s not going to tell anyone. It’s gonna be okay. It’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

“It’s fine,” Dustin stresses. “Steve doesn’t care if you’re gay. He definitely doesn’t mind you flirting with him.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie says. 

“Yeah I do.”

“How?”

There’s that deer in headlights look again. Then Dustin takes a deep breath, and his expression turns guilty. 

“I know you’re not supposed to tell people this,” he says, “but you’re freaking out really bad and I’m, like, 99% sure Steve thinks you already know.”

“Steve thinks I know what?”

Dustin tells him. 

Two hours later, he’s still laying on the floor in the trailer, looking up at the ceiling. 

Bisexual. Steve Harrington, the man Eddie’s always hailed as the patron saint of heterosexuality, likes men. 

Might like Eddie. 

“Are you flirting with me?” Eddie blurts out, and immediately tries to bolt. 

He runs face first into a wall and ends up on the ground, wishing the demobats had just killed him. 

Steve appears in his line of vision, standing over his sprawled body. Eddie is treated to a wonderful view, eyes moving from his long, athletic legs to his crotch to his chest and broad shoulders, and finally reaches his face. His very amused face. 

Eddie’s entire body lights on fire. 

“What the hell was that?” Steve asks, laughing. 

“Uh…”

“Wile E Coyote over here. Seriously, man, that was some Loony Toons shit. I’m embarrassed for you.”

“Oh my God, shut up,” he groans. “Just let me die.”

“No way in hell. Sorry, Munson, I put too much work into saving your flat ass to throw it away like that.” Steve grins, holding a hand out for Eddie to take. He ignores it, rolling over so Steve can’t see how red his face is. 

“My ass isn’t flat,” he mumbles into the carpet. 

“Oh, it is,” Steve says cheerfully, nudging said ass with his foot, because he’s a bastard. Eddie doesn’t know why he likes him so much. Everything he does is catastrophically bad for his continued survival. “It’s cute though. I like it.”

“Henderson said, uh, that you were…umm…maybeflirtingwithme?” Eddie finishes in a rush. 

“What?”

Steve’s face is open, automatically tilting his right ear towards Eddie. Eddie doesn’t know if he’s aware that’s something he does. Robin says it’s because of all the concussions, his left ear just isn’t what it used to be. 

Eddie sags, unable to lie to his wide-eyed confusion. “Dustin said you're flirting with me.”

Steve stares at him. 

Eddie fidgets under his incredulous gaze, growing more anxious by the minute. Oh God, Dustin was wrong. Dustin was wrong about everything. Steve probably doesn’t even actually like boys, Jesus. The whole thing is obviously a bust. Eddie needs to cut and run, maybe make some bullshit excuse about his uncle needing him home even though Steve knows Wayne’s working right now—

“You needed Henderson to tell you that?”

[fishfishlove]

a03 discourse comic

[snow-rain-hale]

Teen wolf movie spoilers ahead!!

Did anyone else notice (and correct me if I’m wrong) that Eli never addresses Sheriff Stilinski? Like they have a decent amount of scenes together and Eli never said “Noah” or “Sheriff” or anything else that I noticed. Let me just say…. That boy definitely calls that man Grandpa and I will not accept criticism at this time.

[fairytalegumiho]

This is something, a Hale would definitely say because they are snarky. So we can definitely establish that he is Derek's kid.

But this one right here, is definitely something Stiles would say.

Oh, my, god, he's touching me. Ugh!!

I could practically hear this in Stiles' voice.

Either Sterek raised him together after Stydia broke up or Stiles babysat him like hell from the minute he was born.