because that could get a person in trouble

alright people. i cant believe this has to be said. 

Josh Keaton is real person. He is a grown man with two children and a wife. It is so uncomfortable and inappropriate to ask if he is romantically involved with his coworkers for the sake of your ships. 

Hounding him in hopes that he can “confirm” sheith or some other ship, when his whole twitter is practically devoted to how he relates to Shiro’s “dadness”, and dragging him into discourse that could literally get him in trouble is super uncool.

When it gets to the point where he can’t even take a selfie with his friend and coworker without being pressured to endorse a ship, it becomes something called harassment. 

He’s a professional, just because he likes making jokes and interacting with fans sometimes does not mean you can treat him like that. It’s creepy, it’s inconsiderate, and you all need to stop.

shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.

He was very loud. I think the first time I got in serious trouble is when I pushed him off a chair because he wouldn’t stop crying. Then there was the time Harry actually tried to get me in trouble, when I told him WWF wrestling was all staged - he took it as a personal insult and as revenge told Mum that I was the worst thing he could think of… a drug dealer.

“No she isn’t, Harry… she’s nine”

—  Gemma about Harry




“Wow, James, I didn’t know you were so scary you could send kids running!”




Illustration of another dream I had a while back.

In the dream I was watching a movie about a dude, let’s call him Mike, who though his own stupid actions got in trouble with the owner of a bar/casino/disco place. Normally Mike would just have gotten beaten up, but unfortunately for him the bar owner had recently learned about a spell that made people property “until death”. By that I mean, a person with that spell on them would literally be considered an object not just by society, but the magical universe. He would get the same status as a chair or table.

The bar owner wanted to test the spell on Mike because he was a nobody who could just be killed if it didn’t work. It did work however, and Mike spend a while as the property of this guy. He was ill treated but never lost his upbeat personality. One day he got knocked out and when he woke up he was told that he now belonged to a guy, let’s call him Ross, who had witnessed the abuse and had won Mike in a game to get him out of that place. The spell could not be lifted so easily, but he could change hands.

It all sounds like a setup for cheesy yaoi, but it wasn’t like that at all. They were just two guys feeling kinda awkward about the whole situation. Ross didn’t want to own a human and had no intention of enforcing his owner status, but Mike was reckless, stupid and boderline self-destructive, so eventually Ross had to do it to keep him out of trouble. Mike at first wasn’t keen on it but eventually learned to appreciate it. It was after all his own stupid behavior that got him into the situation to begin with.

They set out to find a way to lift the spell, but for some reason the bar owner decided that he wanted Mike back and sent a big black dog to get him. There was also something about a shy young man who could make doors appear, but I don’t remember what he had to do with anything. Also, I vividly remember Mike sitting in a Victorian style bathtub for some reason.

Killjoy dating/weddings

Due to the fact that most killjoys don’t leave their gangs it makes it hard to date outside their little ‘circle’. As such they’ve created almost a little game to start showing interest and courting the other person they have their eyes on.

Usually it starts by sneaking into the other person’s hideout and wrapping something of their color around that person’s wrist or ankle. It’s a very dangerous thing because due to alliances and rivalries if they get caught it could mean either death or loss of everything they own.

If the person being courted keeps that color (person B just to make this easier) on them then the person doing the courting (person A) starts leaving gifts wrapped in their color to show not only that they can provide but that they’re always nearby in case trouble happens.

After awhile if person B starts leaving their color on the gifts then person A gets bolder and tries to approach when person B is alone or far enough away from their gang to keep from being ghosted. Sometimes there’s playful arguments that can go all the way up to actually slipping into a firefight.

Once A and B decide that they’ve been dating long enough they plan a ‘wedding’ they get their respective gangs to start preparing as much dyed powder/sand as they can carry.

Both gangs dress up in not only their best but showing as much skin as possible and meet at a halfway point between their zones/territories. The intended meet between the gangs and the ceremony is short and sweet. They slap a hand print of their color on the other person and then the festivities begin.

The rest of the day is spent throwing colored sand/powder on everyone until no one can tell which color they even were anymore. As the sun sets and the adrenaline starts to burn out they all go and feast on whatever they can afford to share without causing their respective gangs to suffer later.

Sometimes the festivities last up to a week due to the fun everyone has; sometimes runners even join in and share their wares in exchange for joining in and sharing the experience.

Last names are a formality so the now wedded pair think of the most epic name they can and that becomes part of who they are. Usually both gangs agree a truce and either merge into a larger group or agree a permanent ceasefire and free trade between them.

Luke Hemmings Imagine

Prompt: 21. “Can I crash at yours? I don’t want to be alone.” (Luke)

*Imagine bad boy au Luke getting in a fight with Calum because of something Calum said about you.

It was around midnight and you had just gotten comfortable in bed when you heard your phone ring. It was Luke and when you picked up the phone all you could here was his frantic breathing.


“Y/N hey.” His voice was strained and you could tell he was in pain. “I-I got into a fight and I-“

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Now, very quickly, we would like to reiterate that this is a blog for writing advice. This is not the place to ask us to “diagnose” you, or to give you real-life advice for any situation. We could get in trouble for that, guys. There are loads of places to look for real-life advice, and we definitely plan a masterpost of resources in the near future, but this blog is to help you write autistic characters. And we do hope you write autistic characters, guys! There are so few of them to be found, and the ones which exist are normally based on exaggerated or even totally false stereotypes. We want to get those unfair stereotypes out of people’s heads.

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so i keep seeing this everywhere and it’s hurting my heart. i will say tho in all honesty, i feel like any normal person would take a photo with a celebrity even if they didn’t like them, because they’re a celebrity. i mean right? i don’t know i could be wrong but that’s just me. BUT still the fact that this chick would say that, is rude. and it hurts my heart so much to know that there are so many people out there who only like shawn for his looks. and it’s very unfair that those people get to meet him and the real fans seem to have more trouble meeting him. idk man i’m just kinda sad

Black Mirror (Final): To My Sister

(Black Mirror takes place in the 1970s - after Narcissa has left Hogwarts but before her marriage.  She finds one of three mirrors that were given to the Black sisters so they could always speak to each other (much like Sirius’) but Bella’s was destroyed and Andromeda has put hers in a cupboard, which is all Narcissa can see.  As times get darker, she finds herself speaking to it as if the one person who always listened could hear her…)

Narcissa uncovers the mirror.  It is night and she looks tired and a little scared.

Narcissa: I’m going to put this away, Andy.

She struggles for a moment, torn.

Narcissa: Bella was always our Golden Girl.

Narcissa: You were always the wise one.  Just as brash in your own way, just as headstrong.

Narcissa: Dippet only made me Head Girl because he wanted a Black and you two were too much trouble, I know that.

So I know what people say about me.

Narcissa: This man, this Lord - he’s starting something or latching onto the back of something.  And I wouldn’t care, I’d bloody well cheer him on, only…

Narcissa: Everyone knows what some of his followers are beginning to do in his name.  And most people are aware that it’s not just that he’s not stopping them…

Narcissa: And it’s not that I disagree with him.  Only…

She hesitates, but after the evening she’s had, she cannot keep this to herself.

Narcissa: A man I think.  I didn’t really look too hard, you know.  It was still alive…

Narcissa: And she just kept playing with it.  

Narcissa: He was crying and screaming and writhing all over the kitchen floor and she just wouldn’t stop.

She looks down and clutches at her own hand, remembering what had happened to his.

Narcissa: In the end she left it so broken there was nothing we could do.

Narcissa: Lucius Malfoy is frightened of our sister.  And the way she was today…

Narcissa: I tried to…I couldn’t…

She manages to collect herself, but the shock of violence in her home, the fear of the path her sister is on and the late hour have sapped away any pretence she had left for now.

Narcissa: I didn’t mean…

I hope he makes you happy.

Narcissa: And don’t worry.  You’re my blood.

She takes one last look at the inside of her sister’s cupboard and the stuffed owl she’d bought her so many years ago.  Enough.


Undesirable // Part Five

ahh all the nice things all of you are saying make me so happy, thank you 😊

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Six

My Writing // Ao3

Some people who asked to be tagged when I post these (and if you would like to as well, let me know!): @zeecrazybookworm @puredrarry

After he closed the door on Potter, Draco grumbled under his breath all the way to his bathroom, where he had to start getting ready for work. He just couldn’t believe that Potter would have the audacity to show up there. Well, actually, he could believe it, because if there was anyone more stubborn than himself, it was Harry Potter. But he thought that he would at least respect Draco’s wishes of leaving him alone. He didn’t imagine Potter to be the kind to intrude in people’s person business. Apparently, though, he was wrong. Draco had a feeling that this would not be the end of his troubles with sodding Harry Potter.

Draco stared at himself in the mirror, something he normally did which only caused his self-loathing to increase. But this time he was just looking to try to figure out how to cover up his black eye and bruised cheek. After about twenty minutes of spells, he just gave up. He had to get to work, and he realized that there probably wouldn’t be anyone who cared enough about him to ask what had happened anyway.

He left his flat and headed to an old, slightly run down bar in Knockturn Alley, where he was a bartender. He didn’t want to work there. Honestly, it was probably one of the last places he would ever want to work, but they were the only place that would hire him. He was actually kind of surprised he even got hired there because Knockturn Alley isn’t the place it used to be before the war. It was still pretty sketchy, and a lot of strange people hung around there, but it was no longer a place designated for dark witches and wizards. The only reason it wasn’t as nice as Diagon Alley now was because no one wanted to put forth the effort or money to fix it up.

Draco arrived to his job and greeted his boss who he hated with every fiber of his being. His boss treated him like dirt and has yet to show Draco even the smallest amount of respect, even though Draco was the best employee there.

“What happened to you?” His boss asked with his face twisted up half in disgust and half of what Draco thought looked like he wanted to laugh at him.

Draco fought not to roll his eyes.

“Nothing,” he muttered and took up his post behind the bar.

Business was pretty slow, to Draco’s relief. Normally he hated slow days because he felt like he was there forever. But today it was okay because anything was better than sitting alone with his thoughts.

However, when someone finally walked in about an hour into Draco’s shift, he wanted to go hide in the back room. He stared with one wide eye as Thomas, the one who had done this to him, approached the bar with a sickly sweet, almost sadistic smile.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Draco stepped back, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.

“What happened to that pretty face of yours? It doesn’t look so pretty anymore.” The man smirked at Draco, who felt tears form in his eyes.

He willed himself not to cry. He was already embarrassed enough to be seen in the condition he was in. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t.

Just wait until you get home. Just wait until you get home. You can cry all you want once you’re there. But just wait.

Draco intended to ignore the comment and just ask Thomas if he wanted anything to drink, but he didn’t even have to do that.

“Are you the one who did that to him?” Someone, who must have walked in when Draco’s attention was on Thomas, asked.

“Yeah, I did. And I did a damn good job, huh?” Thomas said with a proud chuckle and then turned to see who had spoken to him.

Both his and Draco’s mouths dropped open when they saw a furious-looking Harry Potter standing at the door.

“Get out. Now,” Harry forced out between gritted teeth.

“What? You’re supposed to-”

“I said out!” Harry bellowed.

Draco was taken aback. He had never seen Potter so angry.

Thomas hurried out of the bar.

“Draco, are you okay?”

Draco just stared at him.

“W-What are you doing here?” He asked, slightly embarrassed, and tears still threatening to fall from his eyes.

“I came to talk to you.”

“I told you that I didn’t want to talk.” Draco meant to sound angry, even menacing, but it didn’t come out that way. His voice cracked, and a few tears spilled from his eyes.

He didn’t even know why he was crying now. It wasn’t because of Thomas anymore. He just…he couldn’t believe that someone had just stood up for him. Nobody had ever done that for him, at least not after the war, anyway. They would always just let Draco endure the mistreatment, perhaps even laugh and contribute to it. So this had been unexpected, to say the least. And it simply reminded him of how hated he was by everyone. Except Potter, apparently. But Draco still had his suspicions about Harry. He was sure that he couldn’t simply be helping him with the sole intention of being nice. There had to be something he wanted, some kind of catch.


“Potter, please…I-I…”

Harry hurried around to Draco’s side of the bar and enveloped him in a hug.

“It’s okay,” he comforted.

Draco immediately tensed up when Harry touched him, and tried to push him away, but Harry was stronger.

“Please let me go,” Draco said quietly, almost inaudibly, but Harry heard him and did as Draco had asked.

Draco went to rub the tears from his eyes, but then whimpered in pain when he touched his swollen eye, momentarily forgetting about it.

“Hey, be careful,” Harry murmured and gently grabbed Draco’s hand to pull it away from his face.

“S-Stop touching me, Potter!”

Draco roughly pulled his hand away and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Draco, I’m-”

“Just trying to help. Yeah. I know. But why, Potter? Why are you being so nice to me? What do you want?”

Harry quickly shook his head.

“All I want is for you to stop being so unhappy.”

“I’m fine.”

Harry snorted.

“You are not fine! Anyone with eyes could see that. You’re sad. You’re suffering. Why won’t you let me help you?!”

“You just show up out of the blue, on a particularly inconvenient night, and all of the sudden just want to help me. I haven’t talked to you or even seen you in years, Potter, so excuse me if I don’t so readily accept your help.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. How about we start out slow.”

Draco raised an eyebrow at him.

“We can go get coffee, or tea, whichever you prefer. We can go tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Draco’s heart sped up.

“What, like a…like a date?” He said the word date with a bitter aftertaste.

Draco finally understood what it was Harry wanted. He was just like all the others. He just wanted sex, but he was going about it a different way than the others. He just wasn’t being so blunt about it.

Harry chuckled at first, but then noticed how much more defensive Draco seemed to get.

“I mean it could be. But I was thinking more just two…friends grabbing some coffee.”

Friends. Draco liked the sound of that, of having a friends, someone who cared about him, but he didn’t know what to do. This all was so weird, and Potter was confusing him. Was he just using Draco to get into his pants, acting kind so Draco would be easy, as if he wasn’t already? Or was he being genuine?

Draco just looked at Harry, unsure of what to say, so Harry continued.

“We don’t have to talk about any of…this,” Harry said and gestured between the two of them, referring to everything that had happened over the past twenty-four hours. “Like I said, just two friends, having friendly conversation about whatever you want. Please?”


He decided that getting coffee with Potter couldn’t result in anything too awful. At least he hoped. If things seemed off, he could just end the date-no, not a date-just end it, whatever it was, right there.

“Really?” Harry asked, surprised.

He really hadn’t been expecting Draco to agree so quickly. He thought he would’ve had to show up to his flat and workplace at least a dozen more times. That was just more evidence that Draco was not himself.

Draco simply nodded, a light blush dusting his cheeks, causing Harry to grin.

“Great! How about noon? Is that okay?”

“That’s fine.”

Harry nodded and quickly wrote down the address of his favorite coffee shop on a slip of paper. He handed it to Draco, and their fingers brushed together. Draco felt sparks go through his fingers and up his arm. Harry felt a nice, comforting warmth.

“Bye, Draco! I’ll see tomorrow!” Harry said cheerily before he headed out the door.

“Bye…Harry,” Draco whispered quietly to no one.

Maybe Harry didn’t mean any harm. Maybe he really did just want to help. But Draco then remembered the few previous people who had tried getting him into bed through kindness, and it always ended just as awfully as all the others. He wasn’t going to open up to Harry. He wasn’t. Nobody needed to know about him, about his life. Despite this though, all Draco could think of was allowing Harry in, allowing Harry to help him, allowing Harry to make him happier. He tried to shake these thoughts from his head but he just couldn’t.

After work, Draco decided that what he needed to get Harry off of his mind was a good shag. He didn’t get the one that he had planned with Thomas, so it was definitely due. He quickly went home after work to change and then headed to the local club, where he could find someone who might make him feel like he’s not completely worthless for a few hours.


Alien Aesthetic: The Ripleys

“Added report, personal message. This is… for my daughter. Hi Amanda, I’m recording this for you, my sweetheart… and I hope you get to hear it one day. You see, I, um, I got into trouble. Um, my ship… there was an accident, sweetheart, and, um… we found an alien creature. It was very dangerous… and the only way we could stop it was to destroy the ship. Uh, I’m okay. I’m stuck on this lifeboat a long way out. But we had to destroy the ship; we had to destroy the Nostromo. We just couldn’t risk bringing that thing home with us. I needed to protect you. Don’t worry… don’t worry about me. I’m sure I’ll see you very soon. I love you, sweetheart.”

The Musketeers: Aramis [ESTP]

OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity / The Mod.

Extroverted Sensing (Se): Aramis best sums up his personality in the woods, when at first he’s entertained by the birds and scenery but after four days is going insane with boredom. He loves to be in the thick of action, and is often good at causing trouble, getting himself and his friends out of it, improvising using whatever he has on hand, and acting in the moment. Unfortunately, that often includes doing things because he feels like it that could get him killed or executed for high treason – such as sleeping with the queen on a whim.

Introverted Thinking (Ti): He glances a situation over, reaches an inner conclusion about it, and then acts on what he feels is the most logical solution, which sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t. He leaves the planning to his friends, preferring instead to improvise as he goes. Aramis is detached, with a good sense of comedic timing, sometimes framed of sarcasm. He doesn’t seem too bothered by death, or the things he’s forced to do as a musketeer.

Extroverted Feeling (Fe): Yet, mass injustice bothers him. The plight of the people calls to him. He becomes easily engaged by women’s emotions and cares about them, offering them emotional support, encouragement, and flirting with them given half an opportunity. Aramis is generally well liked and tries to joke around to diffuse the tension; he’s a cheerful, extroverted musketeer, who occasionally thinks in terms of morals, but prefers to share his feelings instead.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): He has occasional poignant flashes of insight, where he “knows” who did something or for what reason, but these moments are few and far between, buried under his desire to act. Aramis gives no thought to the future consequences of his affair with Anne, what it means to the throne, what might happen to himself and his friends down the line, or what a bastard child from another bloodline might do to the monarchy, in terms of threatening France’s stability.

Customer called to complain about me

Story time

So a customer literally called the store to complain about me. Because I didnt seem happy when ringing them out…..BECAUSE I DIDN’T SEEM HAPPY. WHEN CHECKING THEM OUT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? haha. Seriously?
So I try to be upbeat and happy when ringing people out in the morning because its the morning and im just a nice person.
Ill admitt I had a couple customers who I could have been more upbeat with. But when you have a line of people and are trying to just get them all checked out sometimes ill get zoned in and focused and not be super upbeat.
My manager came over and told me a customer called and complained and different thoughts hit me at once.
1. Uh oh will I get in trouble?
2. Seriously?
3. What?!

I dont know how to feel, like should I feel bad? Should I not care?
I try to always be upbeat and cheery. I dont wanna feel like I have to apologize for not being “happy” when ringing something out for someone.


… Guys, that’s not how the song goes. D:

I wanted to draw a saisonic picture but was hard-pressed for an idea that would suit them. Then I decided to do a little spin on one of the most well-known OTP prompts:“Imagine your OTP slow-dancing to a love song, with Person A quietly singing the words in Person B’s ear.” And I went with “Hysteria” by Def Leppard because it was the best slow-dancing song I could come up with.

Anyway, I’ve been trying to be a bit more in-character with these two in regards to shipping, so here’s what I’ve come up with: Sonic’s edginess and Saitama’s apathy give them both an appreciation for dark humor. Whenever Saitama says a rude or particularly blunt comment to someone, it sometimes gets a chuckle out of Sonic (who probably has as much trouble concealing it as he does with his smile.) Seeing that he makes Sonic happy, in turn, makes Saitama happy. Also Saitama starts to get enjoyment out of teasing the “badass ninja” whenever he acts all tsundere.

I hope you guys like it!

12x13 Thoughts

I followed along with spoilers that others were posting on here during last night’s episode, since I wasn’t able to watch it live. Everyone was mainly aligned with the fact that Bucklemming episodes suck and that this one stayed that course. Needless to say, I set the bar VERY low for my expectations.

I’m glad I did, because it really was lackluster. Not sure what could have topped 12x12, but I digress. I did have one takeaway and it’s from the montage at the very end:

I thought Lucifer chained to the chair was very symbolic: everyone is currently chained/tied to baggage that is getting them in trouble.

Sam & Dean are chained to Mary’s lies. Mary is chained to the BMOL (and too, the lies). Crowley is chained to Rowena’s conniving personality and now to grief. Kelly is chained to Lucifer via the baby.

It will be interesting to see whose chain is broken first.

Originally posted by littlehobbit13

Curses, Hexes & Crossing by S. Connolly

The short answer:
I like this book, I find it helpful and informative, and I recommend it for experienced practitioners who want to learn about cursing, or would find use in a short index of varied curses.

The long answer:
I really only reccomend this book for experienced practitioners, because there is some information here which could provide an inexperienced witch with enough knowledge to get themselves into trouble. I definitely appreciate the disclaimer and legal advice in the beginning of the book which reminds the reader where the line is between a curse and harassment, but there are also a few spells here which I would not use or recommend someone else use except in extreme circumstances. I recognize that this is a personal standpoint and not some “Higher Law of Witchcraft” but I would remind any potential reader that the punishment should not exceed the crime, and some of these curses could become quite nasty.

Disclaimers aside, this book contains a great source of information concerning the history of cursing, as well as exploring the conflict of conscience some practitioners may feel at the thought of this practice. It even delves into what price could be paid by dealing out extreme curses for every minor offense, and explains how they feel cursing can meld with “The Threefold Law” from the Wiccan practice. I’ve been practicing and collecting knowledge concerning witchcraft for near 20 years now and this book contained information which I haven’t learned before, I think that says quite a lot about the value of this book.

This book is available on Amazon if you think you might be interested in reading it for yourself :)

jewishsansastark  asked:

When you answered the "Glee characters in ASOIAF" ask from a few days ago, you said that you thought Rachel would die very quickly. Why? My guess is that it's because she's very self-centered, but plenty of other characters are and they get what they want (Littlefinger, Ramsay, Joffrey, etc.).

Ah, no, it’s not about that at all. It’s just that Rachel is a very in-your-face kind of person. She draws the eye very quickly, lacks subtlety and is capable of alienating people relatively easily. She is also loud about what she thinks which could land her in trouble pretty quickly. It’d be so easy for her to step on the wrong person’s toes. Granted, there are places where she’d fit perfectly; the Free Folk for instance. I actually love the idea of her as a spearwife. She does remind me a bit of Ygritte.

@theredandwhitequeen also asked about Kurt, Blaine and Tina.

Um, Kurt is versatile but confrontational and outspoken about defending others. He’d be an anti-violence advocate in whichever camp he is in, probably pro-smallfolk too. Robb’s camp is a good fit for him, I think. Blaine is a mix of Sansa and Jon. He is compassionate and has lots of hidden strength that even he doesn’t recognize sometimes, and some big fat family issues that instill a need in him to prove his worth. He’d survive in court but he’d suffer, same goes for the Wall. Personally I like the idea of depositing him with Jon. Oh man, imagine him meeting Tormund…. or Stannis….or Davos. Can someone write this please? Tina…. I’m not sure about her. Early!Tina would slide beneath the radar which gives her an advantage in a political setting (Mistress of Whispers anyone?) Late seasons!Tina…. oh man, she can wreak havoc. She has the capability of starting a war if she so wished in a weird mix of Varys and Littlefinger. Yeah, Tina is good in court.

anonymous asked:

I don't mean to be a bother but I ran into a really nasty truscum who said I wasn't actually a boy because I wasn't facing my dysphoria like they did. They brushed off my medical reasons for not binding/getting surgery as "a lazy excuse" and idk im just rlly bummed out. Could I get some validation if it isn't any trouble? ;;

Hey there, 

I’m so sorry that you ran into that truscum. They are 100% wrong about you. You are a boy through and through, even if you don’t bind, regardless of the reason. Not all trans folx experience dysphoria, and experiencing dysphoria is not the qualifying factor for being trans. 

Your identity is 100% valid! You are an amazing person and will get through this. Truscum are hard to deal with, but you are stronger than they are. You know you the best, and you’re a star! 

-Mod Max

FAHC Gavin’s coming up to bat in my headcanon series. 

Gavin Free who grew up pretty well to do in the money area. Who’s parents were almost never home as a result, who grew up with Nanny’s taking care of him instead of his real mother. Who only ever gets parental attention when he does something extraordinary, so he takes up gymnastics in middle school, and is naturally fantastic, his parents come to the matches he could win medals at, all the others the only person in the audience Gav can count on being there for him is Dan, and that’s okay because Dan is his best friend, his B, he’s a good support system, and even taught Gav how to fight right for his own size after his mouth got him in trouble one too many times.

Gavin who comes out to his parents at 15 and is emotionally disowned, who only remains part of the Free family for appearance sake, who has a stupid amount of money funneled into his personal account after his parents force him to promise via contract not to mention his oddity in public, who basically moves in with Dan and his mom after the incident. Who would rather sleep on Dan’s bedroom floor than in the fluffy feather bed at his parents’ house, because Dan’s house is warm and welcoming and he can be himself without consequence. 

Gavin Free who rebels in any way he can without his sexuality coming out, who pierces both his earlobes, nose and gets an industrial in his cartlidge all in one day just to spite his parents, who gets ridiculously drunk at parties and gets really publicly stupid. Who embarrasses his family name in any way he can possibly find. 

He gets involved in a gang by accident at 17. He and Dan had rented a flat for the summer, just to see what it might be like to live on their own. Gav gets corned one day when he’s walking back from Tesco with a carton of milk and a few bags of crisps by a huge man with squinty rat eyes and a lot of messy prison tattoos. The guy won’t let him pass until Gav asks what he wants, the guy tells him he’s seen him at gymnast meets (Gav finds out later the guys daughter was on one of the teams at his last meet), tells him he sees potential in him as a runner for the gang, is offered a job he can’t refuse without fear for his life. Who goes home to Dan shaking and near tears about what just happened. Dan comforts him, begs him to be careful, and promises to keep him safe in any way he can.

Gav gets stuck in the gang, moves up the ranks from runner to negotiator, who can spin words as beautiful as gold but as false as the promises of safety he hands out at the beginning of meetings. Who still, no matter how high he rose, did not want to be in the gang at all, because it scared him, because he was skinny and lithe and who’s only muscle is the thin cording you get from heavy cardio, who can’t aim a gun at first to save his goddamn life.

Gav who shows up to a job one night where he needs to negotiate the release of a girl his age, another 18 year old kid, one of the boss’ daughters taken prisoner over a gun deal gone south. Gavin who tries his damnedest to save her, and once he thinks he’s bargained her life back into their hands and the rival gang leaves, springs on the girl tied to the chair, only to lift the burlap sack off her head to find her hours dead already because the other gang had killed her before they got there. Gav who leaves immediately after that via a window to keep from facing the guards outside the door, who goes home to his and Dan’s flat, crying full out, and gives a gasped explanation to his B, who tells Dan to move back home, since the gang won’t be able to find him, packs up a few things and books a thousand dollar last minute red eye to the US. Who tells Dan to get a new phone after he leaves, and that he’ll call him at his mom’s house the moment he can. Who hugs his B goodbye at the airport with almost nothing to his name but a rucksack with some clothes and a little bit of food, and his cell phone. Who boards a plane terrified he’ll never see Dan again. 

Gav who’s only 18 years old and terrified for his life. Who spends almost a month on the streets of Los Santos, cold and hungry and terrified, who gets picked up on night by this brilliant woman who looks like a TV mom and calls herself Jack. Who’s already half-dead when they get back to the small apartment she shared with her then-boyfriend, who gets fed up and set up in a soft warm bed. Gavin Free who’s Jack’s first lost boy. Who starts to build up strength again within a few weeks, who starts trying to build his skills back up, get his hacking online again, get his body back to the condition it was in when he was doing gymnastics regularly, who proves himself to Geoff AND Jack on his first heist with them when he leaps from a third floor window of the building and catches himself on the bar of an opposite balcony with a sack of jewels tied to his belt. Who finally feels okay working with a gang, because Jack and Geoff take care of him like parents should. 

Gav who tries to welcome all the other boys as they come, who immediately befriends Michael, calling him his Boi, helping him to cut his hair so that it stops sticking up everywhere after Michael botched cutting it when he left home, who plays X-Box with Ray to keep him engaged with the group while he gets to know them, who leaves little gifts of succulents and cactuses outside Ryan’s bedroom door once the crew fully integrates with him, who thinks Jeremy’s so cute he can hardly keep his eyes off of him, who does little things to try and make him feel welcome, as well as drop hints that he’s got a bit of a crush without making him uncomfortable or nervous, who has his own special relationships with everyone in the crew, even when he gets really annoying, who secures a date with Jeremy, followed by another and another until they officially come out with it to the crew when Jack walks in on the two of them asleep, curled together in Gav’s bed, looking for all the world like they’d been together for years (Jack fondly remembers thinking they looked a lot like her and Geoff when they were first together). Who has Dan come by and visit and hang out with the Crew at least four or five times a year, because he can’t forget his B, his first protector and his first real friend, and the crew accepts and loves Dan because he’s Gav’s B, because there’s no judgement of pasts or outside friends in the Fakes’ penthouse.

Gavin who spent so much of his life hiding who he was, finally finding a place, and people, where it was okay to be exactly as he was.