This post is meant to be an updated explanation of Trans Girl Marco theory, but now more in line with how things are actually happening.
The gist of it being that Marco Diaz is coded as a closeted transgender girl. Expect less theorizing and more meta talk. I’ll be going over all the clues that indicate Marco is trans, as well as how the starcrew came to the desicion as Marco developed as a character.
I can’t give enough thanks to the members of the crew such as @arythusa and @hug-bees, whom have both done as much as they possibly can to communicate with the show’s growing LGBT fanbase, and given us so much insight into what’s going on
To move in a circle against the motion of the Sun (counter-clockwise) will invite the powers of darkness into your life.
If you sweep dust in the direction of the Sun you are destined to never be wed.
The Greeks regarded the sun as an all-seeing eye, and believed that no deed escaped its detection.
The appearance of three suns, it is said, denotes war. It is claimed that they are only visible at sunrise, and differ in size.
The head of the bed must never be placed toward the rising sun, since it will cause the sleeper to rise with a bad headache, and even insanity may result.
In Germany it is the custom on St. John’s Day for hunters to fire at the sun, believing that they will thereby become flawless hunters.
For the sun to shine upon a bride is a good omen.
The Mexicans say when it rains, and the sun is shining, a she-wolf is bringing forth her offspring, or a liar is paying his debts.
If the sun shines while it rains, the witches are baking cakes.
When the sun does not shine, all treasures buried in the earth are open.
To dream you see the sun shine, shows accumulation of riches and enjoying posts of honour in the state, also success to the lover.
To dream you see the sun rise, promises fidelity in your sweetheart, and good news from friends.
To dream you see the sun set, shows infidelity in your sweetheart, and disagreeable news. To tradesmen, loss of business.
When the sun sets on a cloudy day, the following day will be a stormy one.
In the Scotch Highlands they still “make the deazil” around those whom they wish well of. This superstition consists in walking three times around the person according to the course of the sun. To circle in the opposite direction or “withershins,” is productive of evil, and brings bad luck.
The full moon is good to start a new job, and to finish old business.
Cucumbers, radishes, turnips, leeks, lilies, horseradish, saffron, and other plants, are said to increase during the fullness of the moon; but onions, on the contrary, are much larger and are better nourished during the decline.
The moon seen over the right shoulder brings good luck, the moon seen over the left shoulder, brings bad luck.
Being poor when in presence of a new moon was thought to bring bad luck. Having a few silver coins cancelled this out.
If a girl is curious about whether or not she will wed, she should hold a silk handkerchief up in front of the moon. The number of moons that she sees represents the number of months until her wedding day.
The full moon gives a very favorable energy for divination. If you keep a moonstone in the mouth during the night of a full moon, you have the power to see what awaits you in the future.
Children born on a full moon night are said to become very healthy and strong.
Sick people should not look at the full moon because in this way, they will delay their healing.
Deaths occur most often when the tide is going out, and births occur when the tide is coming in.
At first sight of the new moon, flip a silver coin and make a wish.
In Roman times, to have a healthy baby, women wore silver crescent moons on their shoes.
Charms and amulets in the shape of a crescent moon, are used to protect you from the evil eye, witchcraft, and bring you wealth. The crescent should always point to the left, representing the moon’s first quarter, when things prosper and grow.
You will be caught if you try to commit robbery on the third day of a full moon.
It is said that “When the New Moon holds the Old Moon in its Arms”, meaning that a ring is seen circling the New Moon, ships will be lost at sea.
Jamie: I have to ask David Duchovny: Yeah. Jamie: There is the rumours. David: Yeah. Jamie: Are we gonna get another reboot of The X-files? David: If I was a betting person, I’d say yes. But I lost bets before. But if I was a better, I’d say yes. Jamie:Okay, well we don’t wanna lose that one. Make it happen. Get on that, David! David: I don’t wanna lose it either.
Q:Give your girl, Gillian a call! Get her on that.
“Gorgeous.” They said at the same time. You settled on a simple black dress, that hugged your curves beautifully.
“And here.” Your friend Lalisa got up and scrunched up your long hair with her fingers. “Guys like messy.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” It wasn’t your idea to go out in the first place. Your friends thought it would make you feel better, help you move on from your tragic breakup that ended a month ago and you happen to still be hung up on.
Illhoon was the best thing that has ever happened to you and being together for three years, things just weren’t working out. You were always fighting, he was always busy, and you haven’t been sexually active in months. He was always loyal to you, too loyal that he broke things off. He felt bad that he couldn’t give you the love you deserve. He just wasn’t happy, which you respected.
Now your pain in the ass friends were trying to set you up.
“Okay….lets go.” Lalisa marched out and Rosé gave you an apologetic look.
“It will be fun, don’t worry.” She told you.
When you got to the club it was surprisingly not that crowded. Which was a relief. “Lets get some fuel.” Lalisa started walking towards the bar.
6 shots later you were starting to get buzzed that you decided to slow down on a casual drink. “Hey.” You looked up following the voice. “Do you see that hot guy over there.” Lalisa pointed with her eyes.
You started to look. “Hey don’t be obvious.” She alerted you.
“Sorry.” You snorted. Maybe the alcohol had kicked in more then you thought.
You slightly looked over, pretending to not be obvious. You saw more then one hot guy, to be honest, but one got your heart racing.
He had dark hair and a killer smile. Possibly one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Not counting Illhoon. Shit! You weren’t suppose to be talking about him.
“Go over there and talk to him.” Lalisa pressured you.
“Unless it’s too soon.” Rosé debated.
“No it’s the perfect opportunity….its been long enough…you need to put yourself back out there.” Lalisa argued.
“I’m going over there.” Lalisa stood up. “I’m going to introduce him to you and then I’m going to take his hot friend with the dimples.” Then she stormed off.
As you saw her talking you decided to take about 3 more shots, you were toosober for this.
You saw the guy smile in your direction. “Lalisa always wins.” Rosé said and got up to walk over to one of the other guys.
You were left drinking alone. You didn’t want to act like you were desperate and you weren’t, you wanted to take it at a slow level.
You were slightly drunk that you almost thought the hot guy was walking over.
“Hi.” Oh, it’s real. “I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out to you.
“Hi.” You blushed as you stood up, accepting his handshake. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Your friend over there gave a pretty good word for you.”
“What did she say?” You nervously asked.
“She said that I’m an idiot if I don’t talk to you because you are the hottest thing that has ever hit this club.”
You slapped you forehead amused. “I’m so sorry about her.”
“I wouldn’t disagree.” You looked at his sweet smile and blushed.
Your friends were right, you need to let lose, have fun. “Let’s go dance.” You pulled his hand, leading him to the dance floor.
The alcohol took over as you reached the dance floor. You just wanted to have a good time. You felt Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist as you grinded your hips with his. Your back was rubbing against his chest as you danced in motion.
A few drinks later and a few sexual dances later the rest of the night was all a blur. You knew you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. You couldn’t remember the fact that you shared an intense kiss.
The second that your lips aligned with his, you were hungry for more. You felt connected with him, but you knew better then to trust the alcohol.
And this case you did. “Do you want to get out of here?” You whispered in his ear.
“Yeah.” Then you don’t even remember getting to his apartment but you got there. As soon as you both tumbled into the door you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.
He moved down to your neck as soon as your back hit the bed sheets. The sexual tension from each wet kiss had you feeling soaked between your legs.
You heard your phone ring on the table beside you. You couldn’t read the name from your blurry vision, so you tossed it instead.
Jungkook made his way back up to your lips as you felt up the front of his jeans. You attempted to unbutton his belt along with his pants. His hand found itself kneading your chest. You couldn’t help but moan, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.
You slid your hand underneath his boxers, touching up his sensitive area. The area was tight from his hard-on.
You flipped you both over so you can pull down your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You finished pulling down his pants, exposing his length. Wow. Again, the alcohol bringing out the sweet girl you tried to convince yourself to be.
You grabbed his length kissing the red tip. You loved the sound that escaped his mouth as you started to lick down his area. You couldn’t help but smirk from the thought that you were in control. You made your way back up to the tip leaning your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down sucking every inch of his throbbing member.
You sat back up letting go of him you didn’t want him to take all the fun. You wrapped your arms around your back to unhook your bra and then you slid your underwear off sexually.
He sat up looking at you with desire in his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him take off his clothes. He was extremely fit. You slid yourself down onto him, surprised by the sudden pain.
You rocked your hips back and forth taking in the pleasure that you desperately needed. You moaned as he worked against you. He grabbed a hold of your hips moving you quicker then you can handle.
You screeched in surprise when he flipped you both over as he took control. He lifted your right leg up onto his left shoulder to deepen the angle. You loved how attractive he was even though he was sweaty.
You felt your toes go numb as your orgasm immerse throughout your body. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to pass through the feeling. Jungkook’s pace slowed down immensely as you felt him jerk his liquid into you. He kissed you passionately before he collapsed on the bed next to you. After that you let the sleep get a hold of you.
Your eyes fluttered open as the killer headache flooded your skull. You yawned sitting up when you realized you didn’t recognize the room. You took in your surroundings as yours eyes drifted off to the sleeping beauty next to you. The last thing you remember was dancing with him. Oh shit!What have you done?
You slowly got up trying not to wake what’s his name. Jungkook? You tried to remember. As soon as your feet hit the floor you reached for your underwear and dress. You grabbed your heels, tip toeing your way out of his room. Damn he was beautiful but one night stands are always awkward, that’s why it’s best to sneak out.
On your way out you saw a sweater pulled over a chair. You know you shouldn’t but you took it to at least to save your dignity. When you made your way onto the streets it was way too familiar. This was your street. You only had to walk down a few blocks to reach your apartment. The sweater covering you didn’t have an affect, people still stared at you. Judging you.
When you got home your roommate was in the kitchen.
“Oh my god there you are.” Rosé panicked. “I tried calling you.”
You stopped in front on the mirror making your way to the kitchen. Your makeup was running down your face and your hair was a mess. No wonder everyone was staring.
“Wow you bad girl.” Rosé smirked at you. “You and Lalisa ditching me to go have sex.” She pouted.
“Other then you two I had a nice sober talk with a sweet guy named Jin.”
“That’s nice.” You grabbed the aspirin.
“I don’t remember.” You groaned.
You went to sit comfortably on the couch. Rosé followed you with an ice cold pack.
“I snuck out before I could ask.” You confessed.
“Well maybe you’ll see him again.”
“Maybe….we better call Lalisa to see if shes okay.” You suggested.
“I already did…but both of you ignored my calls.” Rosé intrigued.
You felt the pockets of the sweater, feeling for your phone. It wasn’t there. You got up following your steps to the door where your purse was. You dug through it rapidly trying to find your phone.
“Fuck.” You said panicked “fuck, fuck, fuck.” You got up.
“What?” Rosé rushed to you.
“I forgot my phone.”
A few hours later you were still panicked. “What am I going to do?”
“I told you already.” Rosé said annoyed.
Both your eyes made their way towards the door as it opened. Lalisa made her way through with a big smile on her face. “What’s up?” She said casually.
“Where the fuck were you?” Rosé sat up annoyed. “I’ve trying calling you all day.”
“Sorry I was out.” She made her way towards her room. Then she came back out with a bathrobe getting ready for a shower. “I had the best time last night.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stick around with this one.” The thing with Lalisa was she would hook up with guys until she found one she liked.
“He’s so cute and he has like the perfect body, nice and tall, lean.” She blushed. “We had like the best morning sex and then he bought me out for breakfast.”
“Anyway what about you? I saw you guys last night, I almost thought you were going to go at it in the dance floor.” She laughed.
You just sighed. “What’s wrong?” Lalisa asked.
“This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, sleeping with someone I just met….I don’t even remember him that much, just his face.”
“Well maybe if you didn’t sneak out maybe you could get to know him.” Rosé said.
“You snuck out….oh (Y/N)….that’s going to give him the wrong idea and now you’ll probably never see him again.” Lalisa said disappointed.
“She’s going to have too.” Rosé spoke for you.
Lalisa looked at you both. “I forgot my phone.” You said trying to stay calm.
“What if he answers?”
“That’s what we want doofus.” Rosé stated.
“I’ll just buy a new phone.” You turned away.
“No you wont.” Lalisa pulled you back.
“Call.” Rosé handed you her phone.
You nervous dialed your phone number. You brought it up to your ear. Your heart started beating quickly as you heard the phone ringing. Lalisa and Rosé were hanging on each shoulder listening.
“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.
“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.
“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?
“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”
He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.
Client is every kind of -ist. Boss isn't having it, gets one client fired, his replacement replaced.
This happened a few weeks ago, and I’m still in awe of my boss, who made it happen. I work as a private security officer for a small but well respected company. The higher-ups are masters at getting contracted for big-name clients and they treat us employees very well.
We had been subcontracted by a larger security firm to run event security for a certain tech company’s event during a certain famous film festival. Some serious money was being thrown around to make this event happen, I was told $75k per day just to rent out the venue, $6 Million worth of equipment, the list goes on. It was a big deal. Our client’s representative, who we’ll call Paulie, was a New York native with a thick Brooklyn accent and wouldn’t have been out of place on the set of The Sopranos. He’d been flown in from his base of operations just to oversee this event. It soon became clear that he was going to cause problems. First off, the agreement between my firm and our client was to provide asset protection, meaning we were to make sure that none of the expensive, yet highly portable electronic equipment went missing. Yet as soon as we got there, Paulie decided to ignore all that and had us working the doors as glorified bouncers. All our previous instructions were to be ignored and Paulie was God. This pissed us off a bit, as we had picked our people with unobtrusive asset protection in mind, but whatever, we’re professionals and we’ll roll with it. Second, Paulie was an a**hole. Everything we did was wrong somehow, even when we did exactly what he wanted us to, we were doing it wrong. He’d berate the poor officer right in front of everyone. He’d change our instructions on a whim and get mad at us for not complying with the new instructions before everyone had a chance to be informed. Third, and arguably worst, Paulie was an -ist of every type. Racist, ageist, sexist, he was the worst. We brought in female officers and he’d inevitably stick them in the most out-of-the-way posts he could to make sure they didn’t have to interact with the tech people. Same went for every officer Paulie thought was over 35. Since we were working 12 hour shifts, we tried to rotate everybody through every post, but he’d take over the rotation and stick the “old” and female officers out of sight. It got to the point where we were seriously considering quitting the contract and we NEVER do that.
Enter my boss. Let’s call him Rick. Rick is ex military and his thing is he Gets Shit Done. Rick, like several of us, is a licensed Private Investigator as well as a Security Officer. Rick is borderline OCD when it comes to keeping records. Rick has hidden cameras. Rick wore a wire and recorded a lot of Paulie’s shit. That shit then hit the fan when Rick passed off supervision of the site to me for the day and went to a meeting with the higher-ups from my company and a conference call with the higher-ups from Paulie’s company, let’s call them D*cks and A**holes Inc, or D&A. The next afternoon, the A in D&A showed up and took Paulie into one of the rooms the tech people had been using for demos earlier that day and spent over an hour yelling at him. One of our people, a female officer with 15 years of experience, who had worked security at the freaking PENTAGON, and who had been shoved in a corner nevertheless heard the whole thing go down, as she was posted outside the door. According to her, Paulie said several stupid things, but the one that stuck out was, “These guys are weak! They’re bringing in freaking GIRLS…!” before being told to shut the hell up. Paulie was fired right there and escorted off the property. The next day, those of us who hadn’t been there to see it were told the whole story and we reveled in the fact that we wouldn’t have to deal with Paulie anymore. Morale, which had been at historically low levels, shot through the roof.
This would be a good place to stop the story, but as the infomercials say, “Wait! There’s more!”
A took over. Remember him? The A**hole in D*cks & A**holes, Inc? He was worse, in different ways. He was just as bad as Paulie, but he was much, much more subtle about it. And, I can’t stress this enough, he was an A**HOLE.
He tried to get me fired for talking to the client, the tech company’s people. The event was winding down by this point, and I had asked the guy in charge of the tech people a question about continuing security needs. Turns out, the tech company was taking their stuff out of the demo rooms and therefore wouldn’t need those rooms secured anymore, so we didn’t need an officer for that post anymore. A was livid that I had spoken to the client without his say-so and that I had “cost us THOUSANDS!” by so doing, which was total bullshit. A went to Rick and yelled at him about it, too. Rick, however, had my back and just shrugged the whole thing off.
This is going long, so I’ll sum up. Rick was eventually forced to employ the same tactics he had used against Paulie and another conference call was made. Turns out, D&A had been bought out by another company, and since A was a founder, he didn’t get fired, but he did get sent home and yet another guy from the bigger company was flown out to oversee the last few days. That guy was pretty cool and we had no further problems.
The icing on the cake is that the tech company had seen all the bullshit my people had been put through and had been impressed with us. We’ve been asked to provide security services for their next event.
Can i request for a bad boy serpent jughead jones and the sweet girl next door betty cooper fiction and maybe with a steamy make out session scene? Thank you!
So the story is slightly AU. Jughead never attended school in Riverdale, never was friends with Betty and Archie, as a matter of fact they didn’t even know each other. No murder ever happened, Betty was never pinning over Archie. I also made some other small changes that you’ll notice upon reading. Plus, I made Reggie a Serpent too, for no reason really, I just wanted him to be Jughead’s childhood best friend in this universe. :p Last but not least, Betty turned out to be extremely feisty while I was writing this; she is still a sweetheart in pastel colors but her character is a tad more Betty Cooper in episodes 12 &13. I hope that’s ok! Thank you for requesting, dear anon! Enjoy, lovelies! ❤️
(Okay, this is 34 pages long. I don’t even know why, I don’t even know what I have written in so many pages. I apologize in advance for that mammoth length. Warning: turns mildly smutty but definately hot and heavy at the end.)
P.S. Because this is too long, I have put it under a “read more” so if you are on mobile the story gets cut halfway through. Here’s an AO3 link if the tumblr app doesn’t work for you. :)
Fruit Punch Lips & Leather Jacket Dreams
Part 1/3: But Mama, I Want a Bad Boy
Southside Elementary School
was a rare example of fine architecture in the small town of Riverdale. Rebuilt
at the outskirts of town, after a disastrous fire caused by a minor during a
prank gone wrong a couple of years ago, and squeezed between Southside Kindergarten
and Southside High, it looked nothing like the two crumbling, cement colored
buildings on its sides that lacked any learning motivation. It was modern, pure
white with splashes of green and purple and it brought a fresh air of change, a
promise that maybe the next generation of Southside kids would not have the
ominous fate of their ancestors.
The Serpents had outdone
themselves with the construction of the of the building, hiring Fred Andrews
and his crew – one of the few people that wasn’t driven by discrimination and
always agreed in doing business at the south side of town – and wasting a large
amount of money from their infamous Serpent vault to create a place appropriate
for shaping young minds. Maybe that’s why sweet and always optimistic Betty
Cooper smiled every day at three o’clock sharp when her sneakers would hop up
the marble stairs of the buzzing with life building. Because it was proving her
right; Serpents would do anything for their children, just like any other
parent on a prestigious office job. Serpents weren’t the monsters everyone
thought they were.
Her excuse for walking all the
way from their quaint north paradise to the disreputable south district five
days per week was something that Betty always found fascinating; volunteering.
Nurturing and caring by nature, she was constantly filling her free time with
activities that offered assistance to those needed; taking care of stray cats
and dogs down at the animal center, gathering food supplies and clothing for
the homeless at their local church, being an annual blood donor, being proud
cofounder along with her best friend, Veronica Lodge, of the two years now
successful female empowerment club, Girls Speak Louder, at Riverdale High. And
when senior year came and she needed a bigger challenge, something to bring her
out of her good girl comfort zone, a tiny announcement had caught her eye,
stuck on the bulletin board at the center of her high school corridor; Volunteers needed at Southside Elementary School.
This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.
Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words
Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”
Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.
Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.
Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”
“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”
Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”
Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance.