What I love about this, though, is that the little nails will become an outline of where the water was. It will trace the shape, show someone later what was there once upon a time. It will be a testament to how much this guy wanted to capture the amazing things he saw and experienced, and though it will never truly keep it, it will hold a memory, something that in itself is beautiful and worthy of experience. We cannot describe the indescribable, but we can trace its outline, give some idea of what we experienced.
Summary: Danny gets wings and the town becomes a lot more culty than usual. Somehow, this becomes the GIW’s problem.
based on @seaglass-skies’ prompt “Danny’s gotten into a mess he knows his friends and family can’t get him out of. He doesn’t think he’ll be rescued at all, but he ESPECIALLY doesn’t expect it to be the Guys in White who rescue him.” and @kiinotasha’s prompt “Wing AU: It started with an itch that never seemed to go away. ( He can have them in both forms or just one )”
(book scene) “I don’t want to talk about how I feel, all right?” “Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human–” “THEN–I–DON’T–WANT–TO–BE–HUMAN!” Harry roared. (HP5, The Lost Prophecy)
pride this year for me has been about using my new position of power within my community to force change and acceptance. even subtly. i wore my bi flag pin this week, i have never come out to any of my co workers, i didn’t feel the need to. But now that I’m elected and have solidified myself for years as a fixture in my community I’m forcing everybody that comes into my rural office to ask a service of me to interact with somebody wearing a pride pin. You want me to issue your marriage license? Your dog license? Notarize your documents? You’re getting a bisexual doing those services. Ordering new indexing cards for our birth, death, and marriage index i’ve made the switch to more gender neutral language and options because that’s something I can control and it’s wonderful.
I looked the gay man that came in scared of his neighbor in the eyes and there was a mutual understanding between us that we knew of each other and I assured him of his safety with me, he spoke in codes I was only familiar with from my days years ago in drag clubs in a less liberal area of the country. We understood each other. Yesterday, the first day of June, we hired not only a woman to an opening in a widely male dominated planning board, but an openly lesbian woman.
Vermont may be more welcoming to LBGTQ+ folks compared to many areas of the united states, but being open can still feel scary to many. Some of us still feel the need to speak in code in our widely left leaning, blue voting communities which is in part due to how past people in similar positions of power to me have acted towards them. But i can help change that, even if just a little. If you’re LGBTQ+ you are safe in my office and safe in my care.
ok but marty mcfly’s story is such a transmasc power fantasy
he’s unpopluar, constantly has to prove himself but ultimately feels like he may be no good for anything, doubting his place in the world, truly just a depressed trans teen
then he’s thrown into the 50s, not only an even less tolerant time, but one with even more rigid gender roles than what he was already dealing with and attempting to fit into. except, against all odds- he’s a god here. noone questions his identity. he shows up looking the way he looks and acting the way he acts and everyone goes “that’s a dude if I’ve ever seen one”. And the coolest. dude. around.
He went to a time where, if outed, he’d be unalived so hard but instead everyone thinks he’s the EPITOME of masculinity. He doesn’t even have to try here. All bc amidst these rigid gender roles noone would even consider the possibility that this young man could be anything other than a young man. He’s odd to some but ultimately all this gender bullshit allows him, a trans dude, to be perceived as exactly what he is (a dude) and thereby give this whole shitty system the biggest middle finger.
And I especially wanna project that onto musical marty who has a whole fucking song about how to “be a man”. he comes prepared with a list, he brings george his whole fucking 12-step-program on how to pass to help him appear more like a man. That song is what marty has been doing to pass in the 80’s. And he just gets to gleefully parade it around in the 50’s because it worked on them too.
That’s a trans power fantasy. Being in a time or place where we’d be in danger, where media always says “hey this torture porn is justified, you would be hated here” but instead owning the place. being the most popular and adored person around and noone even doubts your identity for a second.
Okay, this is a gift for @corysmiles! :D She gave me a prompt and I wrote it…. I am not proud of its length, but I hope you enjoy. I wrote this based off of “The Little Things” by Zeetle :]
(Two notes: One, ignore my last ask, and two, my internet went out right as I submitted this, so sorry if it sends multiple times. I promise I’m not that eager for you to read this ) ——————————————————————
Tommy sat against the black support stand for WIlbur’s computer, mindlessly scrolling his phone for entertainment. The past banter of earlier’s stream stranded itself somewhere out of reach of both Tommy and Wilbur. They hadn’t anything in the past hour, and the only sign of life from the human was the ongoing typing he was doing. Wilbur’s face couldn’t be seen from where Tommy was sitting, but he knew the human was tired; four hours of filming and one stream with an energetic tiny was plenty for him. So, when Wilbur broke the comforting silence by calling for him, he assumed it was so they could leave the office for the night.
“Tommy?” Tommy shut his phone and looked up at his computer-obscured view. “Yeah?”
“C’mere, I need you to look at something.” Wilbur said quietly, tire nagging at his words. “Okay..” Tommy pushed himself into a stance, carefully inching down the black platform and onto the desk. He stopped under the computer, gazing up at the human. “Hm?”
Wilbur shook his head. “Tell me, can you even see the computer screen from there?” Tommy frowned, turning around. Technically, if he craned his neck, he could see, just not well. He took another step back, then three more. There wasn’t anything on the screen for him to view- unless Wilbur wanted him to see his home screen?
Before he could turn around in question, however, hands domed around his tiny form, effectively trapping him in warmth. “Oh, you fucking dickhead,” Tommy whined, beginning a weak attempt of pushing Wilbur’s finger’s to break the trap. Wilbur snickered in amusement at his struggle.
He yelped quietly as he was swept from the desk and onto warm skin, darkness still his only view; like a void. “Let me go, and I’ll give you.. uhm.. a free win in the next MCC. I guarantee! I can talk to Scott, he’d never say no to me.”
“Oh yes, you do that.” Wilbur’s gentle voice said, his smile plastered into Tommy’s mind. He kicked at Wilbur’s fingers once, sinking into the warmth further than before.
He was pulled to the man’s chest after he’d shifted down in the chair, unready to rest but wanting to win their unofficial war; if Tommy wouldn’t do it himself willingly, then Wilbur would do the next best thing and create comfortable surroundings for the tiny. Tommy attempted to pull away from the grip, but Wilbur’s fingers held him back gently.
“I’m getting Philza Minecraft.” Tommy muttered, making a move to get his phone. He couldn’t reach it through the pinned position, however. “To quote you, don’t bring Philza Minecraft into this. Go to sleep.” Wilbur hummed. Tommy considered biting him, but the last time he’d done that ended in more hand cuddles.
He worked too hard trying to prove he disliked physical touch. He craved it from other tinies, and really didn’t mind sleeping while he was being held. He just wouldn’t fold to this dickhead.
“I’d never even think about it.”
Wilbur shifted his hand to a cup rather than a blanket-hand. Tommy fought the urge to melt into the touch. “You sure about that?” Wilbur undoubtedly grinned as Tommy muttered under his breath while moving to get comfortable. He ended in a curled position against Wilbur’s chest.
“Mhm.” He said tiredly, tire now lulling at his eyes while he let the last bit of care slip from his mind. This would be the absolute last time he folds like this. At least no one would be here to see it, he supposed while his mind drifted elsewhere. — Tiny, even breaths signaled his friend’s sleep, and Wilbur allowed that to be his cue. He pulled Tommy from his chest and took his phone from the desk. Instagram was the app he opened, and if Twitter took it well, Tommy’d be sending his fair share of protest by tomorrow. For now, however, he captioned the photo of Tommy #TinyTommy, and welcomed his quiet friend with open hands. He tucked his left hand under his right, gazing down at the smaller curled in his hands, barely the size of his thumb. Yellow light mixed with white as it added to the original navy, creating a gently illuminated setting while his friend slept.
He couldn’t finish his work, but this was worth it.
Cory Notes: CDIODHWILHIO THIS IS AMAZING!!! I love the crime boys fluff and your writing is so cute :”> I cant stop reading this and it made my day so much better. Thank you so so much for this blessing of a fic <3
I thought we would have a different life. I thought I would be a different woman. I was given a miracle, a second chance. I was so afraid to lose it…that I lost sight of who our miracle was for.
I hope you’re taking care of yourself. You’re amazing and I hope you know that. Your writing is a breath of fresh wind and I hope to keep seeing you on my dash. All the best for the future! Thank you for your work.
with love,anon.
Omg! Thank you so much anon, this totally made my day. ❤❤❤ I hope you too are taking care, and remember that YOU are amazing as well.
You’ll def keep seeing me, I might be a little slow lately but I’m not going anywhere. Thank you again.
