- when greed first moves into the apartment next to ling’s, they both find out that they have to get up at the same early hour of the morning so that ling can go to class and greed can go to the gym. ling immediately chats up his new neighbor and greed is highly amused by it. he thinks that maybe his usual snarky sarcastic comments will throw ling off, but ling only seems to have his own cheerful sarcasm to throw back at him. greed doesn’t know whether he’s impressed or annoyed. probably both. - they sort of… fall into a habit of that. waking up and walking together until they have to part ways for the gym and school. greed knows he’s crude and very blatant and an all-around difficult person to get along with, but ling seems to have no problem with it. ling actually enjoys the banter. - greed denies that he likes ling’s company. even when they stop for coffee before ling’s classes and sit by the window and talk about the new saturday night live episode that aired just recently. he doesn’t like ling. he’s just humoring him. - ling doesn’t deny it. he thinks greed is wonderful. he may be crude and a bit brash sometimes (most of the time), but he laughs at the things ling says and sometimes even seems worried about him when the bags under his eyes are darker than usual from staying up all night studying. - one morning when ling doesn’t have class and greed doesn’t go to the gym, he wakes up to the sound of someone knocking on his door. still half-asleep, he opens the door and sees greed standing there. before greed can even begin to try to ask ling if he can steal some of his food bc he’s running out, he’s socked square in the face by how stupidly attractive ling is. sweatpants, a crop top, and his hair down out of its usual ponytail so it falls messily over his shoulders. greed nearly has a heart attack. - ling realizes that greed definitely has a thing for him but just won’t admit it to himself then. the next time, greed knocks on his door for “food,” ling answers in the same sweatpants, a crop top that falls off his shoulder and his hair braided over that shoulder. the look on greed’s face and the flush of red straight to his cheeks is worth the early-as-fuck hour he woke up at to go see ed so he could braid his hair for him. - [before that situation] “ed i need you to help me seduce my hot neighbor with the teeth he seems to have a thing for my hair being in anything other than its usual ponytail–” “say no more. i’ve trained my entire life for this exact situation” - winry walks in and she sees ed just. braiding ling’s hair. at 3 in the morning. asks, “uhhh what are you guys doing??” and ling answers with “trying to seduce my hot neighbor with the teeth” very calmly and winry just nods as if this is normal. - (this specific headcanon belongs to @jaclcfrost bless their soul) ling is very straightforward about his goals and everyone is very supportive of him! greed seemed a bit questionable at first bc of the people he hangs around with, but he’s good. they’ve gotten used to him. he’s not that bad. he makes ling laugh, and apparently is constantly taking in stray animals so he can’t be THAT bad. -
the way they find out that he takes in stray animals is one afternoon greed knocks on his door looking slightly panicked with an armful of kittens and ling is like ???? and greed goes “the complex owner suspects that i’ve had animals in the apartment and shes coming up to check it out in a few minutes i need to keep them here for a bit THANKS” and just dumps them all on ling n when he comes back ling is just asleep on the couch with a lap full of kittens. - one night ling has really bad anxiety about a test he has in a couple days and he goes over to greed’s, pretending he’s fine and bein his usual chipper self but greed’s like “cut the crap, kid. tell me what’s going on.” and ling tells greed about how he’s been studying so much but he’s so scared he’s gonna fail this exam and greed’s like “are you kidding? you got this in the bag, kid! you work harder than anyone i know at that shit. you’ll be fine.” - the next morning ling wakes up without any pants on and wearing one of greed’s t-shirts (it fucking swallows him) with a shirtless greed next to him. he rolls over and kisses the back of greed’s shoulder and tells him that he definitely helped ease his anxiety. - they are the best power couple. greed threatens to kick anyone’s ass who dares insult ling, but ling actually kicks ass when people insult greed. this never ceases to surprise greed. for how small ling is compared to him and how cheerful he is, the kid is fit af and knows how to fight. - actually the “one character is a big cocky grump and the other is a ray of sunshine” trope
Please don't think I'm a dick for asking this, I'm coming from a place of genuinely wanting to be educated. Why is genderbending bad? I always viewed it as an interesting 'hey I wonder what this person would look like if they presented as a different gender' kind of thing, but if that's bad, I'd like to know where my line of thought went wrong, if you don't mind explaining.
It’s ok a lot of people have this question! Genderbending is inherently transphobic. It’s very Cis™. Sorry to get a little blunt here but in fanfics and fan art genderbending is when someone takes a cis male character, gives him boobs, a vagina, and usually long hair and voilà he’s a girl. Or the opposite- someone takes a cis female character, takes away her boobs, makes her hair short, and gives her a dick and voilà she’s a boy now. It’s a lot of equating genitals to gender and it’s very ew. I’ve seen people try to call it “cisswapping” to cover up the fact that it’s transphobic and tbh it makes it even more uncomfortable like they’re ,, owning up to it bein transphobic. ANYWAYS It’s fine when trans people do it even tho it still personally is Eh to me but when cis people do it it’s Major Yikes
tl;dr cool kids don’t genderbend cool kids make trans headcanons
Based off a friendship I have. Boys having a friend who is a bit of a flirt with him like "Your butt looks extra nice lately" or "imma have to arrest you for bein so fine" or "dude, I've seen you naked before and I think you have a nice bod" or "if you want I'll pretend to be your lover if anyone makes you uncomfortable while we're out"
Edd: He mostly just laughs at the remarks and attempts to flirt back and the more you two go back and forth the dumber and sillier his “flirts” get, he’s trying to make you break and laugh. But sometimes, on the far inside of his mind, they make him feel bad. He thinks of them as pity compliments and flirting, he doesn’t like to think like this but alas it still creeps up on him from time to time
Matt: Sweety Mattie boy here flirts right back, and he’s a good flirter. The boy has a certain charm that from time to time can be actually affective. You’re good practice for flirting, he gets to practice thinking fast on a remark to make back when actually flirting with someone he’s interested in. Maybe one day he’ll be a pro and his attempts can work every time instead of half
Tom: Honestly kinda just finds it really funny and laughs at the constant flirting, it’s cute really. He’s got a cute silly chuckle laugh and his cheeks instantly start to glow a faint pink
Tord: At first he would be confused by this behavior, arrest me? Why are you staring at my butt?? Friend excuse me what. He’d always blush, but after awhile he just rolls his eyes at the little remarks and maybe flicks your forehead
Pairing: Daryl x Reader Summary: Daryl and the reader are locked in a warehouse, arguing ensues.
#13: Great, now I’m stuck in here with you
You groaned, plopping onto the floor of the dusty warehouse, all too aware of the banging of walkers against the large, metal doors. “Great,” you muttered, “Now I’m stuck in here with you.”
Daryl snorted, using petty insults to cover up his own feelings. “I’m not happy about this either, you ain’t exactly a ray of sunshine,” he retorted, foot kicking an empty can across the floor. “But we gotta find a way outta here.”
“Use your eyes, Daryl, that’s the only entrance and exit,” you pointed to the door, “We are stuck.” You said each word slowly, as if he was a child.
The man turned to you, eyes narrowed in a glare. “I’m not dumb, little girl. At least I don’t whine and bitch whenever something doesn’t go right,” he snapped, body moving closer to your sitting form.
You snapped up, not wanting to be on the floor for the impending and imminent argument. “What the fuck is your problem, Daryl?” You asked, body moving closer to his.
“My problem?” He laughed, stepping towards you, “You’re the one that’s always actin’ like I’m the lowest shit out there.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in anger, though he was not wrong. Yes, you have acted as if being near him was a laborious task that sucked the very life out of your being, but it was only to deflect the insecurities of having a crush on the man before you. You saw how distant he acted when anyone showed him the slightest interest and it was easier to pretend you hated him, at least that made him focus on you.
As he walked closer to you, each step deliberate and calculating, your breathing deepened. The proximity of your bodies winded you and it took all of your strength to look him in the eyes like it didn’t affect you.Your stare barely held up, the combination of his face so close to yours and the musky scent of him causing your face to tinge red. You hoped to whatever being was out there that he would not notice.
Daryl took a step back, eyes widening as he noticed the sudden change in demeanor. “There that shit is again,” he said, face turning, “Every time we fight, you get all flustered, it ain’t right.”
You crossed your arms defensively as you looked to the side, hoping to diffuse the situation. “No, I just get so pissed off at you that I don’t know what to say, asshole.”
He looked at you for a moment, gaze softening momentarily before hardening into another glare. “Stop lyin’ to me and yourself. Quit bein’ so fucking stubborn.”
“Fine!” You said, spitefully. “I like you, happy now?”
He smirked at you, noticing how you still refused to meet his eyes. “Good to hear ya say it.”
“S-so you’re just gonna leave it at that?”
“I’ll show ya how I feel after we get outta here.”
as a sort of Cool Gay for the younger kids to look up to, im usually treated like a nice sibling/parent figure by them, and one kid in particular loves to hug me and etc, and at some point today she poked my stomach (note: was in a dress today, i usually wear loose fitting shirts) and called me a “chubby butt” and idk how to feel bc dysph is bad but also child? it ended up bein fine