It’s like a woman has to be either gay or straight no matter what. She might be engaged to a woman but have an affair with a man so people will automatically be like “so is she a lesbian or straight??” Even in the LGBTQ community, the B in there is like it doesn’t exist at all.
You know how the famous Ancient Greek poet and lyre musician Sappho is seen as having a romantic relationship with her female pupils but in her poems she expresses her love for a man and people do not know whether she’s a complete lesbian or not and it’s like everyone has heard of the word bisexual but no one gives enough of a shit to even consider it to be real.
Even fucking Piper Chapman from orange is the new black, the only labels she receives is being either a lesbian or a heterosexual character. She is in love with both a woman and a man but she’s not bisexual?? She just HAS to be either a lesbian or straight as though the spectrum is as simple as that, oh good lord stop with this bullshit
ALRIGHT SO I GOT BORED AND WANTED TO DO THIS I WILL UPLOAD AGAIN SOON AND YES IT WILL BE SMUTTY
Harry wasn’t sure how he ended up in a crowded venue, surrounded by beefy guys with beer in sleeveless leather jackets. But there he was regardless. He wanted to be alone, but not be alone. Going anywhere public would have been futile and resulted in hastily taken pictures and the definite hassle of paparazzi. It took him a while to think of a place, but he was driving down a quiet street of London when he saw an advertisement for a small metal band, playing a show of about 500. The tickets were dirt cheap and the risk of someone recognising him there was so slim, Harry was convinced he could use a fake name with no second glances. Harry hadn’t the faintest idea what kind of show he was in for, but he was excited to witness something new. Something where cameras weren’t watching and he could just watch, without being watched. He was to the left of the stage, people packed in closer but he stood his ground, at a good distance from the stage.
The lights dimmed completely and a dark red light illuminated the stage, hauling in whistles and screams from the audience. Harry chuckled and whistled with them, relishing in the feeling of being on the other side. Harry blended in and didn’t feel too out of place with his black t-shirt and tattooed arms, but he knew he was different. Harry dressed like a rock star but had the personality of a bumble bee dancing around a stage in a flower crown. He was a delicate creature who liked the simplicities of life and liked his privacy. He had learned over the years who he was and that person should not have been at a metal concert. The band was called Living With Insanity and he felt somehow captivated to their contrasting elements and desire for something new.
The band came on one by one, in traditional fashion and his eyes landed on the lead guitarist. The guitarist was a girl around 20, wild curly dark brown hair and cascading tattoos down her slim body. He felt entranced by her playing, the way her fingers plucked the riffs and murdered the solos. She stood on his side of the stage and mainly looked out at the crowd, smiling. Harry could just see her hazel eyes wondering the crowd as she danced across the strings on her black electric guitar. A few men in the crowd heckled at her during intervals but she took it in her stride and answered their crude and ridiculous pleas. He was captivated by her, nobody else mattered in the band, the crowd’s screams dulled in his ears as he listened only to the playing of her guitar. His body moved to the playing of her guitar, much like rest of the crowd. Her eyes wondered out to the crowd, searching for faces but Harry knew this attempt was pointless in such a dark venue. The show came to a close and all Harry wanted to do was find that girl and talk to her. Her aura on stage was enthralling and he felt possessed by it. He wandered lethargically out of the venue and to the back of the building where he saw them packing up. Chords lay tangled everywhere and she was crouched down wrapping them around her arm, cigarette between her lips and hair wild.
“Hey.” Harry said softly as he walked up in front of her, her eyes darted up and eyebrows quirked at him.
“Hi.” She replied in a huffed tone and continued wrapping up the chords.
“I’m Harry” he said with an assured tone, attempting to strike up a conversation, maybe even help her.
“I am aware. I’m Piper” Harry was slightly taken aback but didn’t let it faze him.
“Can I help you with anything?” Harry said, grinning and looking down at the chords she had to wrap up.
“Sure, just don’t mess up the chords.” She handed him a loose chord, making brief eye contact with him. Piper wasn’t quite sure why Harry was at their show, in fact she was quite confused.
“What are you doing here, pretty boy?” Her tone was somewhat accusing but she was mostly outrageously curious.
“I came to enjoy the show.” He said sincerely, Piper’s expression was somewhat hard and unreadable.
“Yeah okay.” Piper went back to wrapping the chords and took a ling drag of her cigarette causing Harry to cough innocently. Piper rolled her eyes, her expression covered by her cascading looks.
“Look, I just wanted to tell you the show was really good by the way, and you are an amazing player.” Harry smiled at the girl, her piercing mixed hazel eyes looked at him, attempting to decipher his meaning.
“Look, flattery will get you nowhere, pretty boy.” Piper retorted, accusation lacing her soothing voice.
“I wasn’t- ” Harry was cut off by Piper standing up and walking away, he quickly got up to follow her, desperate for her attention. Harry almost slapped himself for being so whiney. Piper turned around and took a step toward Harry to which he took one back. Piper took another and so did Harry, he felt his back touch a wall and Piper stood awfully close to him.
“Pretty boy, what do you want?” Piper spoke softly, holding a firm and slightly frustrated tone.
“A drink, with you.” Harry’s breathing had quickened and he could feel the hair on his neck rising in nervousness.
“I don’t do the whole mega star thing.” She gestured to his body and he shook his head.
“I’m not like the media portrays me.”
“And what would that be?” Piper challenged
“A stuck-up asshole with too much money and who doesn’t care.” Harry breathed out quickly, burning under Piper’s stare. Piper weighed up her options, she could either go home to her messy liquor filled apartment and drink herself to sleep or she could go out with popstar Harry and go to a poncy bar with a dress code.
“I pick the bar.” Piper stepped away from Harry and he exhaled sharply, nodding while looking her in the eye. Piper asked one of the roadies if he could pack up the chords and she told Harry to wait while she collected her belongings. He waited anxiously, somewhat intimidated by her. They started walking down the alley way, Piper led the way, her strides fast and snappy, Harry kept up with his long legs. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes down her body when she got slightly ahead, her jeans clung tightly to her figure and her hair flowed wildly behind her, mimicking her fierce personality. Harry didn’t want to seem like the other guys she clearly disliked so he kept his eyes down on the road as they walked. Harry didn’t even expect to acquire her number at the end of the night but her endearing personality attracted him, in an unexpected manner. He usually went for a quiet girl who didn’t cause the media any scandals, although, he felt Piper admired privacy and didn’t want hers stripped away from her.
“So, how long have you been playing guitar?” Harry smiled as they walked down a quiet street with a few lone people lurking around.
“Since I was eight. How long have you been singing?” Piper looked at Harry, making an attempt to be nicer than she had.
“Ever since I could talk really, but I didn’t think I had any real potential.” Piper couldn’t help but roll her eyes, but hid them from Harry who was watching her intently.
“Yeah, well singing seemed to turn out pretty well for you.” Piper attempted a smile that ended up like a pained Cheshire cat. Harry however smiled his toothy grin back and Piper stopped at a door. The door led to a downtown bar, the slightly dodgy and dirty part of town. Even as a teenager, Harry didn’t venture down here, unlike Piper, his life was more sheltered than hers. Harry had lived a relatively normal and cosy life as a child compared to the backlashing harsh life of Piper.
The lights inside the bar were dim and a few strippers adorned poles in the back corner of the room. Middle aged men threw money at them, their white singlets showing their protruding beer bellies. Shift workers loved this place. They loved the dark decor, the cheap strippers and the near twenty-four-hour service for any and all needs. Harry felt a bit uncomfortable but slung his body down on a faux leather lounge that was chipping and peeling. Piper ordered shots for the two of them, clearly knowing her way around the claustrophobic, smoke ridden bar. She laid down on the lounge opposite him and he coughed slightly, engaging her attention.
“So, tell me about your life?” Piper was shocked by his constant optimistic glow but shrugged, sitting up to look him in the eye.
“I bust my ass in a band that is seemingly going nowhere, but I love making music so I stay. I work occasionally at this bar when our gig money doesn’t cut the rent and electricity and water bills. I could’ve gone to university; my marks were good enough but I chose the band life and started touring the UK with a bunch of twenty-five-year old guys who learnt pretty quickly that I was an equal member of this band and we got along ever since.” Harry wasn’t expecting such a length response, but he was glad they were managing to get a conversation rolling. Piper didn’t ask about his life and she knew it would completely shadow her small little life.
“What was your first job?” Harry questioned as their shots came and they downed them simultaneously.
“I used to work at a coffee shop that was on the river. It was lovely there, but they changed owners and it wasn’t the greatest after that. What about you?” Piper seemed to look fondly back on this memory, a smile curled on her lips and Harry wanted to see more of it.
“I used to work in a bakery.” They made eye contact and Piper giggled at Harry’s answer.
“What?” he giggled back at her, confused at her sudden outburst, but intrigued.
“I’ve lived a safe life and I am a huge rock star and I used to work in a bakery.” Piper taunted him, Harry’s grin widened as he shook his head at her impression.
They ordered another round of shots, this time Harry watched her drink hers before he downed his. He watched the scrunch of her nose as she swallowed and the crinkle of her eyes as the spirit hit her throat. His eyes stared into hers as she bit her lip, hollering for more shots. Shot after shot they took and soon they were huddled together on the same lounge, Harry ran his hand through her dark curly mess. Harry’s phone began to buzz relentlessly and Piper had ended up turning it off and shoving it in her pocket, claiming he wasn’t allowed to have it. Harry was surprised by Piper’s demeaner in her drunken state. She stopped pretending to be an intimidating guitarist and let herself laugh and smile. She snuggled into his chest as they sat there, the music subtle in the bar, a few truck drivers had stopped and then left again. They had been there the longest, cheesy laughing at every shot they took and slamming the glasses down on the scratched dark wooden table.
“I think we better go.” Piper stated, in between every word a hiccup.
“I’ll call my driver.” Harry said loudly and started patting Piper down in an attempt to locate his phone. He found it and smirked at Piper before taking it off her. Piper dazily sat up from the lounge and stood up, stretching widely as Harry made the call.
“Okay, let’s go!” Piper was in an excited state and dragged Harry up from the lounge, he grabbed his coat and stumbled with her out the front door. They stood in the freezing air, dancing from foot to foot, trying to keep themselves warm. Harry felt light headed and looked towards Piper, her face lit up as she made eye contact with a freezing Harry. Harry saw a car turn a corner, recognising it immediately he walked closer to the road. It was being followed by several vans, he knew they contained paps. He looked to his driver and his driver was shaking his head, Harry knew he had been stalked on the way over. Piper seemed gleefully unaware of them and Harry wanted to keep it that way, knowing that even in her happy drunken state, she would lash out, claiming he was something he wasn’t. He wrapped an arm around her waist and hustled her into the car as soon as it pulled up. He saw the distant flash of a camera but didn’t turn his head in acknowledgment and instead buckled himself into the dark car.
“Piper, where do you live?” he slurred lightly but smiled earnestly at her. She seemed somewhat more aware and gave the driver explicit directions, her hands gesturing as she spoke. Harry tried to take a mental note of her place when they arrived, it was in a quiet street. The apartment building towering menacingly over the drunken boy. He stepped out of the car with her, walking her to the entrance of the building. Piper regained a sober moment and pushed him unexpectedly against the red brick wall.
“Like I said pretty boy, flattery will get you nowhere.” She breathed to him, her eyes flutter as she leant in and kissed the corner of his mouth teasingly. He tried to kiss back but she stopped and smirked at him, fumbled with her keys and unlocked the apartment entrance.
“See you later, pretty boy.” Her voice, like velvet rang in his ears as he walked back to his car, already in need to see her again.
yesterday I wanted to test out the pregnancy interactions in the MC Command Center mod so I had Louis pop over real quick to impregnate Piper and long story short their child was the most perfect thing ive ever seen and Im sad I couldn’t save any of it
Still mostly asleep, Neil rolls onto his left side, bringing himself further into Andrew’s space. He snakes out a cautious hand, expecting to run into King’s soft fur where he often sleeps in between them. Instead, he is met with empty space, right up until his hand accidentally brushes Andrew’s ribs. This incites only a small flinch, whereas years ago, Andrew would have startled awake on high alert, reaching under his pillow for an ever-present knife. The progress makes Neil smile.
He continues his search in the dark for his absent cats, as he has now also noticed the lack of Sir’s weight at the bottom of the bed. He sits up, eyes flitting to the door that they now leave cracked open at night. It is almost completely ajar.
“Hi,” comes a small voice from the far side of the room, making Neil jump slightly in surprise.
He sits up and looks over at the small armchair in the corner to see Piper curled up with both missing cats asleep on her lap. She has dragged in her favorite navy blue blanket, a gift from Renee the previous Christmas, and made herself a rather comfortable-looking nest.
Neil glances to the clock on the bedside table. It reads 5:47am.
“Hey, Pipes,” he croaks out. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”
“Mhmm. Couldn’t sleep. Too excited.” That excitement is clear in her voice, but she’s trying to keep quiet so the three still sleeping creatures in the room won’t be disturbed.
They discover that her efforts were in vain as a muffled, “Why would you possibly be excited for school?” comes from beneath the covers somewhere to Neil’s left. Andrew pulls himself up into a sitting position, mirroring Neil and moving closer to him, their shoulders touching as they gaze at the little girl who has unintentionally woken them both.
“Daaaaad, you know how important a good education is these days.”
“Yeah okay, sure, but you’re six years old. Ivy Leagues aren’t going to judge your grades from kindergarten,” Andrew insists. “And furthermore, it doesn’t really matter, because any day now the zombie apocalypse is going to make higher education obsolete.”
Neil can’t hold back his smile as the two launch into the argument they have at least once a week. She may be six years old, but she’s smarter than the two of them combined.
Hey you're bird friend is beautiful! I've wanted cockatiels for years and might finally get a pair in a few months if I can! Any tips/info you want to share?
Aw thank you! It’s great that you’re finally able to get a pair of tiels, they’re such cute and fun birds to have. Piper is the first bird I’ve had but I’ll give a little advice to what I’ve learned so far.
1. You have to be patient with any bird. When I first got Piper he never let me touch him and it was difficult to teach him to step up. Patience is key. The more you work with your bird and talk to them the more they’ll be used to you and realize you’re their best friend
2. (This goes along with #1.) Never yell or pull away quickly if you’re bird bites you. I’ve never had a real issue with Piper biting but I do know what being loud is just like rewarding a bird after they do something. Yelling=Attention to them. If your bird bites you, put them back in the cage. Try your hardest not to yell. Putting them in the cage means no attention and what they did doesn’t give them a reward.
3. I recommend having birds on a pellet and vegetables&fruits diet. Seeds aren’t good for them and can decrease their health over the years. Piper has always been on a pellet diet so I really don’t know how to convert a bird that has only been eating seeds to a pellet diet.
4. Reward your bird with millet if they’ve been good! I don’t know any bird that doesn’t like millet so it’s the perfect treat to reward positive behavior.
5. Cockatiels are very dusty birds, so they need to be bathed at least once a week. I taught Piper to bathe by using millet and encouraging him to go into the water. Once he got in the water I would “flick” little droplets onto him with my fingers. It didn’t take Piper long to take a little bath. I now bathe him with a spray bottle because he refuses to step into the pie dish 😂
6. Take your bird out for at least an hour and a half a day. Piper is pretty much out any time I’m home so he gets some extra attention ;)
7. Make sure to have at least 3 toys in the cage and interact with your bird when they’re in or out of the cage so they don’t get bored or lonely.
8. This tip is very important and sometimes overlooked by bird owners. Get different sized perches for your bird! Sitting on the same sized perch is bad for their feet!
9. I recommend changing the water every day to every other day. If you wouldn’t drink it they shouldn’t!
10. If other people live with you, make sure you let your bird get used to them to. If you’re the only one playing with your bird they will be aggressive to other people which isn’t good.
11. If you don’t know if your bird can eat a certain thing, look it up. Some foods like avocado are very deadly to cockatiels.
There are probably a few things I’ve left out so feel free to ask anything else!!
AU where the media really follow Piper, and obviously latch onto her relationship with Jason. So during an interview, she gets asked about him, and as a joke answers, “He’s my gal pal.”
Using charm speak, ofc, so in the tabloids, he’s always “Piper McLean’s Gal Pal”
And he gets asked about it, and like it was a joke, but he didn’t know, so Jason tells the press something like,
“Well, I think Piper called me that to make an important point about heteronormativity. You see, because we’re a male/female couple you assumed that we had a romantic relationship, when if we were the same sex, given the same evidence, you would have assumed we had a platonic relationship.” (And he just keeps going)
And Piper’s watching Jason’s interview, cracking up, but also like nodding along, because it makes a nicer story than her primary motivation of “fuck with the media”, and that all of her rants about women’s rights really taught him something
Also in this AU, they get married and Jason takes Piper’s last name, and there’s just a boatload magazines with pictures of Jason grinning with “Mr. McLean” or “The New McLean” printed on the cover, and a quote reading like, “I’m just so happy she actually married me, I’m just amazed.”
And again he’d get asked about changing his name instead of her’s, and he tells them something about the system and how it reflected a time when women were property, etc.
Piper, again nods along, when her real main reason was Piper Grace sounded dumb but Jason McLean didn’t.
So I adore this blog (and like 900% of all other FO4 reaction blogs but this one too) and I was wondering if you'd do romanced companions (including Nick, Deac, Longfellow, the whole gang) not thinking that they're good enough for Sole and being convinced otherwise? Pretty please?
Ah yes, sad things my specialty *evil grin*
Cait: She knew she wasn’t good enough for Sole when she was an addict but Cait thought it would go away once she was clean. But it didn’t. She still wasn’t good enough for them, she could improve herself in every possible way but she’d never live up to their legacy and she’d never be deserving of their love.
Curie: From the beginning Curie had been perplexed by Sole’s interest in her. She’s not even a real person, just a personality matrix pretending she’s alive. They deserve so much more.
Danse: Once Danse found out he was a synth he knew Sole would leave him. How could anyone stay with such a low life creature? How could anybody care for him, he who got replaced without even knowing?
Deacon: Deacon doesn’t deserve Sole in the least. Not only is he an old man, far too old for them anyways. He lies. He lies and lies and Deacon has lost track of whether he can stop anymore. Nobody deserves that, least of all Sole.
Gage: The old raider couldn’t believe Sole was interested in the first place, never mind that they continued to be interested after the initial haze wore off. He’s not interesting, he’s not smart, he has nothing going for him and yet, they stay.
Hancock: Hancock tells Sole every day that he doesn’t deserve them but he doesn’t think they know how serious he is. He doesn’t know if they realize that they’re alive. They’re so alive and they’re wasting their time with someone who should be dead. Who’s essentially half dead. He doesn’t know why they stay but he’s too selfish to leave.
Longfellow: Longfellow couldn’t believe it when they expressed interest and continued to be surprised every day when he wakes up and they’re still there. He’s old, his bones ache and he hardly takes care of himself but there they are, everyday, still loving him. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s never deserved someone like this.
MacCready: MacCready doesn’t know how this happened. How he found someone this perfect, who cares for him and Duncan, who’s fought along side him and who’s helped him so much in such a short time. He’s so in awe of them and he doesn’t know why they stay with such a despicable guy. He ran with the Gunners for goodness sake, he’s scum.
Nick: Nick can’t believe they’re interested. It’s not that he doesn’t crave their affection but he has discouraged them at every step of the way. He can’t let them throw their life away staying with him. They need someone who will grow old with them, someone who can give them children, a real person.
Piper: Piper is a shit disturber. She always has to watch her back and sometimes she gets into arguments just to be inflammatory. She’s trouble and always has been. She has no clue why Sole wants to be with her. Why they chose her out of all the other people in the Commonwealth but she won’t send them away. Even though she doesn’t deserve them she doesn’t want to be lonely anymore.
Preston: Preston is broken, damaged. He doesn’t know why Sole stays with him throughout the nightmares and the flashback at overly loud explosions. With his guilt and pain. They deserve someone whole who can give them what they need, not him.
X6-88: X6 has never understood Sole’s attraction to him. He’s a damn robot. He’s hardly even real. X6 thinks Sole should be with someone who can provide them with offspring. Someone who can better them and who becomes better by being with them. He’s not human enough to provide Sole a real relationship and has no idea why they’ve chosen him.
Okay this one may be a bit of a lot? Idk i always had the idea of my lone wanderer pretty much helping raise maccready and maxson when they were kids cause she hated growing up in vault 101 and being bullied so she just kinda became automatically protective of kids and with those two it got to the point where she was referred to as their mom so just, fallout 4 companions reacting to meeting maccready and maxson's not mom mom. If it's lame or too much feel free to ignore, sweetie 😘
This is so creative! I hope you enjoy! (I hope you don’t mind how short they are!)
Cait: “Aw, that’s cute. I bet Mac was one hell of a kid, huh?”
Codsworth: “I’m so glad we have people like you to keep the children safe!”
Curie: “You are such a sweet person for taking care of them!”