what would i call this couple

the story of  how i got 86ed from a bar.

So, I would like to talk about what happened yesterday morning. It all started the night before yesterday morning, so I will do my best to explain. My father called me from the bar, and asked if David (my brother) and I would please come down to the bar – which is only a few blocks away from where I live. The reason being, was that he had for some reason I don’t quite understand, decided to let a very shifty couple who manage the bar use his light show system and speakers, as well as foot pedals and microphone systems that he had lent to this bar for free use when bands came. This is kind of his hobby, buying musical equipment, hoping I think to someday be able to rent out his stuff to local bands. My father drinks too much, and he tends to make very poor choices in friends, but that is another story. He needed us to help him pack up his stuff, or at least chorale into one area so it would be easy to take home with him the next day.

This couple does not own the bar, but they do manage it. Technically, the husband was fired. He’s not in any place of authority, however after he was fired he continued to walk around barking orders and such just like he always had in the past – reason being that his wife is still running the show. As the last month or so has gone on, this guy (Josh is his name), has essentially getting really weird about my father’s musical equipment, and has started to talk like he owns it all. To make things more shady, he does a lot of methamphetamines, is nearly always plastered and has a gambling addiction. His wife is revving up to divorce him. He’s a total chaotic mess, and by my estimation, not a very good person. Of course, my father decided to try to do this with this Josh fellow anyway. He didn’t really want Josh to be involved with his ambitions on setting up these concerts, but Josh inserted himself into it anyway. Then, Josh started making strange demands of m y father regarding his equipment, which he had zero rights to, and  then, in the course of a few weeks, 400$ worth of my father’s stuff went missing. For the last week, my father had wanted to get his stuff out of there, but given Josh’s increasingly erratic behavior – the fact that he was likely the one who stole my father’s stuff to begin with and was therefore acting really over the top about it, my father was afraid to go there by himself and try to pack the stuff up – fearing that this Josh guy might now claim that this thousands of dollars worth of equipment belonged to him, and essentially causing my father to lose all of this stuff he’s worked so hard to save up. It’s not fair, but if this stuff was in the keeping of the bar, the police could be called if Josh wanted to. It was getting sort of crazy.

So, I get this call around midnight, after the final band (some really predictable and lame Nu-metal Post Grunge band) had finished playing. This Josh dude freaked out when David and I arrived. He started getting in our face sort of. He was babbling like a lunatic, making weird accusations towards us all. I didn’t even know this person until that night, and he was acting very hostile. He grabbed things out of our hands, accused us of stealing, ordered us around. He kept insisting we do things in a very terrible fashion, and kept making creepy comments about how he wasn’t a thief, but my father at the same time had it coming. In short, I hated him. It’s not that I really agree or like what my dad for everything, but as far as the bar is concerned, he really did nothing but offer a service for free. It was clear that this Josh dude was really drunk and high. My father silently worked and ignored him. Josh would randomly freak out and accuse my father of trying to beat him up, as my father just kept working on moving the amps and sound system stuff, and collecting the cords and whathaveyou.

My brother David has severe anxiety disorder and BPD. Overall, he works with it the best he can. He’s quiet, but when people give him shit, he has to kind of hide because if he is messed with, he will fight – and probably get in trouble with the law. He has a history of being abused, and takes life very seriously. For this reason, he has a certain expression on his face that for some reason causes mentally unstable men and police officers to attack him (there are some stories I could tell about how police officers have almost killed him – but that’s a story for another time). He has a very short fuse. I have a bad temper as well, but I am slightly more inclined to use my words – though eventually I fight back too.  I have similar issues in that I also can really lose my cool and get violent in situations where I feel stepped on or threatened, and I have panic disorder. I don’t have the kinds of mood swings as David suffers with, and I have a more jovial sense of humor and probably a more positive outlook – and also I am clearly a nerdy white girl, so police/others don’t bother me as much as they do him.

David and I did what we could to help my father move the equipment. I realized how vital it was that we get his stuff out of there before this Josh guy does something drastic. He was really getting out of control, and making me sick to my stomach. He wouldn’t stop screaming and babbling for an entire hour, and given both my own and my brother’s disposition towards people like this dude, it was all we could manage on my father’ behalf to keep our mouths shut as he continued on berating us all. We managed to get the stuff put into one place for an easy pick up the next day – the sooner the better.

My father stayed the night at our place, and we went back the next morning to check on the stuff. This Josh dude hadn’t slept. He was still completely smashed, and even more erratic and high than normal. The people who worked in the kitchen area of the bar warned us that Josh was acting like a lunatic. I guess he had gotten the cops called that night for being too loud, and he also had gotten in a fight with his wife. The bar was open, but quiet. We were going to check on everything and come back, but as soon as we looked around, we decided not to. We started grabbing the stuff we could find to haul into the pick up and this was when this Josh guy got really out of control. He started getting in my father’s face, demanding that we take our equipment and put it in places we didn’t want to. He was doing everything he had been last night, only worse. It was very clear that he was purposely trying to get someone to take a swing at him. My father – for as bad a temper as I know he has – was actually ignoring him, but even he told Josh to just go away. Josh started screaming and saying that we had all used him ; we didn’t appreciate all the good things he had done for us all. This was insane since David and I did not know who he was – and he had been a total creep to us for the entire time we had been around him.

As my father and brother were trying to move a light system – David noticed that many of my father’s speakers were packed in the back of Josh’s pick up truck. We had caught him in the act of attempting to drive off with the speakers. David and my father proceeded to get them out of the pick up bed and take them back to our area. Josh came over and sort of shoved my brother out of the way. Then he started screaming that we were the thieves, not him. He started getting his face really close to my brother’s face, and grabbing his arms. He was really vying to get his nose broke – so he could call the cops and get some satisfaction I guess from being a victim and getting back and my father – for taking his own stuff back home. It was really crazy, and really unpleasant. I felt my own resolve breaking on trying to stay classy and keep my mouth shut. And as soon as I saw him grabbing up on David, I got really defensive and told him to back off David and leave us alone. He started trying to say that David had tried to hit him, which wasn’t true. I knew that it was about to be true. If David broke, he would have crushed this Josh guy’s skull. Obviously that would have been horrible all the way around. I freaked out at Josh. I told him to get away from us. I just started slinging insults at him, that he was gross and inappropriate. That it was obvious that women rejected him and that nobody liked him. I laughed at him and told him that he was overcompensating for the fact that he was worthless, and he knew it – and that he obviously was a man with a small dick. Which I could tell stung him. He was fuming.

As I did this, my father got really frustrated at me and kept begging me to back off. I can kind of understand it, and I sort of can’t. In my father’s mind, it really was just heating the situation up further and he wanted to ignore Josh and get his stuff out. Part of this is because my father is an alcoholic and this bar was his personal favorite place to drink. He didn’t want to burn a bridge – and he didn’t want to get really Jerry Springerish with Josh – as that is exactly what he wanted. What my father hadn’t fully realized, is that David would have probably been locked up in jail had I not stepped in and Josh would be in the hospital ready to sue. It was Josh who escalated the situation to where it had been, not me. Ignoring people like this guy is always the best option – I agree. But it was already too late, and it was better that I, the female that he didn’t anticipate fighting actually be the one to step in at that moment. Most older men I have met are sexist on a sliding scale, and many of them don’t see women as equal. They don’t anticipate women getting cocky. And men have strange honor codes concerning insulting each other’s mother, talking about dick size, and the like. Women – being sort of considered lesser, weaker creatures, are not part of that honor system. We don’t count. He wanted to fight with my father and brother not me, but what he was going to get was me ultimately.

To me, Josh’s lack of boundaries and his disturbing and stress inducing behavior was triggering me. I really do not trust most men, and I have very good reason. I’ve had a lot of abusive experiences. I just don’t take to this stuff well, and in my book, when a man is harassing you, you fight as dirty as I have to. Not being truly apart of a man’s world, I don’t feel like I have to honor the codes of conduct that men have with one another. If I feel physically threatened by a man, I will kick him between the legs. I will insult him in personal demeaning ways. If a man steps on my boundaries or tries to make me feel small, I will go for the psychological jugular. I did eventually back off, but only because I realized that aside from a few things I had said, Josh was babbling like a mad man and was so high and enraged he couldn’t even hear what he was saying. There was nothing to win really, but I had made him leave my brother alone, which was good. I laughed at him, as he screamed at me from across the lot to stop laughing at him. He tried to say that he had done so much for us – and this was how we treated him. I am not going to lie, I took some satisfaction that I had slaughtered his ego.

I ended up getting left there alone, as my brother and dad were trying to pack up and move the equipment somewhere safe. In the mean time, I was sent into the bar, to untangle a bunch of cords. My father was hoping that sending me in there would cause me to be in a place where Josh would feel less comfortable attacking me, since there were customers eating and such. I sat down and started untangling cords and taping them. For awhile Josh didn’t show up because I assume he had to do more drugs and drink more. He came out, and he grabbed all the stuff I was working on out of my hands. I tried to ignore him, but he started screaming at me in front of customers saying I was 86ed, and he shoved me out the door. He then proceeded to scream at me and whine about how everyone took advantage of him and how he was such a nice guy. I told him to fuck off, and that I wasn’t his counselor, but it really didn’t register with him at all. It’s really pointless to argue with someone who is drunk and high on a stimulant, is psychotically angry and hasn’t slept. I felt myself getting shaky. If I had had my way, it would have been much better had I left him fuming about the tiny dick comment, but I was kind of trapped there for awhile.

As I was outside, I realized that my purse was still inside – and I went to go looking for it. I told him offhandedly that I was looking for my purse. He was babbling and screaming at me in front of customers – claiming that I was accusing him of stealing my purse – which wasn’t true at all – I had just been separated from it when he had chosen to dish out his vengeance on me. Customers were looking over at him as he followed me around. I eventually talked in a loud voice – that when I girl tells a strange man to leave her alone, he should probably do that. Which did very little. I hated him so much. What frustrated me was that he had the upper hand and more power than me. Obviously, if he was someone I was going to have to spend a lot of time around, I could easily have turned the tables on him. But there was no possibility, need or especially want on my end to be around him for a second more. He was so nauseating and gross. I am not going to lie. Maybe I am a bad person, but I was envisioning bludgeoning him to death. People like him are very bad for the world. There was nothing nice about him at all.

Eventually, my father and brother came back. I told them what Josh had been saying to me. Every five minutes now, he would begin ranting about how my father had stolen five hundred dollars from him – an accusation that was totally out of the blue and made no sense. Then he changed it and said that my father had been the one abusing us. He was just making up crazy things at this point, and couldn’t even keep up with himself. He obviously was freaked out that my father was outnumbered. When we had shown up with him, I guess Josh saw it as some kind of army. So, he went and called a bunch of really creepy men. They went into Josh’s drug den to do drugs. We were just packing the last of the stuff as his friends were getting out of the drug room – freshly high in order to get in our faces – really because I had called Josh’s dick small. Very pathetic. As we were driving away, they were encircling our truck and chanting something really stupid at us – but there was no further reason for us to be there, and that was a relief. We got the stuff out of there, and no cops were called. Hopefully, I will never have to go in there again. Even if I am not truly 86'ed, why on earth would I want to go to a gross bar like that. It’s extremely unprofessional that Josh is allowed to be that crazy in front of customers.

My father didn’t seem mad at me exactly, but I could tell he saw me as being the female-hysteric that had made things worse. In his mind, had the situation had only men involved, it would have been a better and more civil somehow. I think, given the fact that my father has a schema that women are weak and need to be sheltered, or are more of a gimmick when they are independent, it had bothered him to see his own daughter go after another guy’s manhood as I had. I won’t feel badly for anything I said or did. To me, I handled the situation appropriately – though I got weary at the end. He doesn’t think women should fight back and he felt embarrassed that I -his strange daughter went ahead and shamelessly did so. I don’t know. He felt weird about me being there – even though he had wanted my help initially. He also – albeit much more politely, was taking things out of my hands that weren’t too heavy for me to haul as well. Like, he was trying to prevent me from helping. He kept telling me to let my brother do things that I was in the process of, and perfectly capable of doing. My brother wasn’t so bad, but even he saw me as being intrinsically the weak one as Josh had been harassing me while they had been away. Mostly, he was being protective – and that is reasonable. In  many ways, I had been protective over him – but given the way all the other guys in the situation were – I have to say there was a fair deal of sexism in the air. Men don’t like it when women stand up for themselves. I think too, my father was angry because he felt like I had sort of caused him to lose one of his favorite places to drink. I imagine he will find his way back over there. Grossly, my father will likely end up befriending this Josh guy again. Because you know, men have some kind of creepy code with each other – and both of them have drinking problems.

Anyway, that’s my story. I really need to get the hell out of this town.

the term cis like makes sense as a social locator like there are a whole bunch of contexts in which it’s coherent & useful but as soon as people start acting like it should dictate what you are & are not allowed to feel or articulate re: your personal experience of gender I’m 👀 like being cis does not have to mean that gender is.. comfortable for you…. I could have the exact same feelings and experiences and reactions to things that I have now & call myself something else (& I have in the past) & what would it change…….. precious little….. you can’t assume what kind of relationship I have w/ my body & w/ whatever social roles I’m forced into like you don’t kno me like that… anyway this isn’t new but it’s been on my mind again these past couple of weeks

How Do People NOT Multiship?

Seriously I don’t get it. Just looking at Voltron for example here, you’ve got

-Klance, your hate ship, that red and blue, the gay losers who pretend to hate each other but would be very upset if something happened to the other
–Sheith, with all its history and possibilities for angst and comfort
-Kidge, your dumb conspiracy theorists who have no idea what they’re doing in a relationship but they’re trying their best
-Heith, your cinnamon roll lovers
-Kallura, your space power couple and also the way to spite people just for fun
-Shance, your sweet little angel falling for space daddy and it could be unrequited if you like to suffer and I mean Lance called Shiro his fucking hero like can you not
-Pidgance, Punk and Hance, your friends to lovers ships
-Allurance, for crush nerds and could again be unrequited if you’re masochistic
-Shidge, with their adorable and lame support that makes me cry
-Shunk, which is just an even purer cinnamon roll ship
-Shallura, for all your space parent needs
-Pallura, because lesbians are beautiful
-Hallura, the team mom ship
-Shatt, more angst opportunities and the best name

And then there’s your poly ships

-Shklance, where Shiro’s the only sane one and keeping them alive
-Klunk, Kidgance and both at the same time, the purest of friends to lovers poly ships
-Shallurance, which is perfect for Lance angst if you like people feeling like an add on and less important when really they’re just as loved
-Shalluridge, which I can’t even describe how great it is
- Shalluratt, which I don’t actually ship but I get it

Then again maybe is just me I join a fandom and I either ship everything or don’t even ship the Canon there is no in between for me.

ok New Jersey is the butt of just about everyone’s jokes, and so it honestly shocks me that no one ever talks about pork roll. Because it is frankly the most hilarious thing about New Jersey.

Pork roll is a pork-based processed meat that’s served as a patty. It’s essentially a hotdog shaped like a hamburger, and it’s exactly as disgusting and horrifying as it sounds.

Except everyone in New Jersey loves pork roll. We fucking love it. Every deli offers it as part of a sandwich, and some people just order it as a side and eat it with a fork and knife. The capital of our state literally has a yearly pork roll festival. Even the McDonald’s in New Jersey will make you a pork roll egg and cheese (called a “Jersey breakfast” around here). We are fucking serious about our pork roll.

I forgot to mention the best part, which is that only half of us call it pork roll. The other half calls it Taylor ham. North Jersey says Taylor ham and south jersey says pork roll, and central jersey is our Switzerland because they say both. Multiple New Jersey newspapers have done studies to try to figure out where the line between the two names is, and they’ve come out with tons of different maps trying to show exactly where the border between Taylor ham and pork roll is.

And this isn’t a friendly debate: people in New Jersey are ready to go to war and die over what the correct name for this lunch meat is. I went to college in central jersey, and I witnessed people get into legit FIGHTS over what it’s called.

The most hilarious part, though, is that a couple years back, state legislators thought it would be fun and easy to make it the official state sandwich. Except then they DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT, and the politicians we elected to represent us literally spent our tax dollars debating the name of this lunch meat on the fucking senate floor. And the best part? They never made a decision and dropped the bill altogether. The debate between pork roll and Taylor ham rages on, and probably will forever.


Chelsea ( @opensmother-lippedlover​ ) and I ( @jessjust​ ) met December 5, 2012 on Tumblr (Yup, I remember dates well). Immediately I noticed how sweet, polite, and interesting she was. We continued to talk here and there, and making our relationship official months later. We dated for about six-months. Initially everything was great, but the long-distance was awful and we were too young to know how to handle it. We called it off. We went our separate ways; fell in-love here and there with other people. 

Years later I was working for the Texas Legislature, near done with my undergrad degree, and with the flexibility to move anywhere. I then realized how much I kept thinking about her, wishing to share the precious memories I was making at my job, how supportive and uniquely proud she would be — and truly how much love I still had for her. Not knowing where she was in life I decided to reach out to her, told her how I felt and she left me waiting (lol) Some time later she finally came around and told me she felt the same way. Well the rest is really history. 

(The day she asked me to be her girlfriend)

We left Philadelphia and houston, and we moved to Chicago after I got a scholarship at DePaul Law School, and she began her education to become a Veterinarian. Most importantly we created our own little family with our baby Gatsby, a cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Now I’m proud to call her my fiancée. I would give my life for her. 

We’ve had bumps here and there like any other couple, but we love each other enough to fight for each other. That’s what’s important. And why I proposed December 17, 2016 at the art institute!

She may still get mad at me when I forget to place the new toilet paper in the holder and I may still get annoyed when she talks through a movie. All in all, that’s what a relationship is about loving each other and ironing out the little differences.

We want to share our little story with details sometimes left out by the media. With our relationship on the spotlight I hope this encourages others to love and work hard for their relationships ❤️ love is out there, it’s just hard to keep.

(This is an old video Chelsea’s dad filmed of the first time we saw each other again after years apart)

More photos of the engagement can be found in our Instagrams: Cnicolem_ and J.essrdgz

lavender hues (m)

fantasy au (reposted)

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: angst and fluff
word count: 13.094
warnings: sexual content 
author’s note: previously named ‘if these wings could fly’ in my old blog. I’m just reposting it with a new name. :)

Beauty. If someone asked you to define it, your mouth would probably go dry and your heart would flutter yearningly, freezing as the words turn heavy in your mind and dissolve in the tip of your tongue.

Beauty is short-lived but ubiquitous, a transparent but shimmering liquid running in rivulets through hidden alleyways and veiled landscapes that the eyes don’t notice unless they look twice. Beauty is found in the unexpected, in the withheld words of the timid poets, in longing stares and authentic, carefree laughs. Beauty is found in what the eyes can see, in what the ears can hear, in the deep reverie of the colorful minds and in the dreams held close to the heart.

Beauty is fleeting and you’re unable to grasp it. All your life you’ve chased it, extended your hands towards it, longed to touch it with your fingertips. But your steps are slow and your hands are ungifted, and you can only imagine what it would be like to create beauty, to have the hands of those that are able to reflect love and joy and pain in books and paintings.

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{PART 23} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Prince Jeon Jungkook, the first of his name, teaches you the meaning of loyalty and respect. And while you submit to him entirely, you and Jungkook both think about the future, and he can’t help his love and desire to protect you overflow.

“He loved her in her entirety. He wanted to undress her mind, make love to her thoughts and deepest insecurities. She wanted to bring down the many cold walls he had built around him; and he welcomed her with open arms.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

{Part 1} // {Part 22} {Part 23} {Part 24}

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The third season of Norwegian teen series Skam dismantled stereotypes, coerced schoolkids into skiving off classes and turned homophobes into rainbow flag-waving defenders—and it first began airing one year ago today. It was the “gay” season, charting the blossoming relationship of Isak Valtersen and Even Bech Næsheim, both coming to terms with their sexuality amidst a cutting background of teenage angst. Taking every fan poll I’ve ever come across into account, season three was by far Skam’s most popular. It broke streaming records in Norway, and television viewership records in neighboring Denmark and Sweden. Throughout its 10-episode run, it hardly left the list of worldwide trending topics on any given social platform.

With a short promo clip that could have been a stand in for a gay snuff film—jockish throbs in a locker room being showered with milk in slow motion—the series wasn’t afraid to shy away from explicitly homosexual subject matter. Or any hot button subject. Homophobia, bullying, mental health—nothing was off the cards for series creator Julie Andem.

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Allura: I don’t get it, you guys call him your father as a joke all the time?
Keith: That’s what I said!

when I get a hand in it, every pairing is the shitpost couple. Alien confusion over those dumb earth-things is 👌 (THIS IS VERY MUCH ALMOST COPIED FROM A HOMESTUCK COMIC I SAW YEARS AGO but I can not track down the original tumblr post? If someone got a link so I can credit that would be great)

I think Jensen is trying to tell us something (beware long post)

check this out







x  6 weeks later

x  very interesting

wait it’s not over?

x 40 minutes later

x  mmmmmmm i think i’m seeing a pattern


ok that’s a lot of reference to you and jared as a couple, jensen

man what could all this possibly mean?

but wait, there’s more


ooook subtlety clearly isn’t part of jensen’s vocabulary

x wow what?? 

AAAAAND im done, alright, i got your message sir it’s loud and clear and very repetitive, we get it, we really do

honestly the only way Jensen could be more obvious that he’s in a romantic and sexual relationship with Jared would be if he called Jared baby in front of everyone am i right??? lol!!! as if that’d happen though…

x  oh


How Skam’s Isak and Even revolutionized teen TV

The third season of Norwegian teen series Skam dismantled stereotypes, coerced schoolkids into skiving off classes and turned homophobes into rainbow flag-waving defenders—and it first began airing one year ago today. It was the “gay” season, charting the blossoming relationship of Isak Valtersen and Even Bech Næsheim, both coming to terms with their sexuality amidst a cutting background of teenage angst. Taking every fan poll I’ve ever come across into account, season three was by far Skam’s most popular. It broke streaming records in Norway, and television viewership records in neighboring Denmark and Sweden. Throughout its 10-episode run, it hardly left the list of worldwide trending topics on any given social platform.

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The furnace is broken. When Nursey goes downstairs to do laundry, Dex has his toolbox out. There’s a smear of grime down the side of his face and smudges on his light gray t-shirt.

“What, no music?” Nursey asks, piling his clothes in the washer.

Dex shakes his head.

“How’s it going?”

Dex shrugs.

Nursey pours in detergent, turns the water temperature to cold, and starts the cycle. “Are you okay?”

Dex looks away. “I don’t actually know how to fix furnaces. I’m just guessing here.”

“Is there someone you can call?” Nursey asks.

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Dear Voltron Multishippers

Thanks to Season 3, we now have a Shiro for each Paladin! No more ship wars, just Shiro being loved and getting to love the rest of team equally.

Now all we need to do is decide which Shiro gets to be with which Paladin. I’ll give us some examples, but feel free to change it up.

Original Shiro with Keith

Keith called dibs the second he showed up in Episode 1. You can’t fight dibs.

Next up we got: Sven with Lance

He took a bullet for Lance. If that’s not shipping material, I don’t know what is.

My next suggestion is: Hunk and Kuron

This man has suffered enough, let’s give him a boyfriend who’ll make sure he eats three meals a day and get plenty of rest.

And finally: Pidge and Kuro

These two would be the ultimate power couple who took the universe back from Zarkon and Haggar only to rule it themselves.

There, my work is done.

Now, someone else come up with the ship names, please? I’ve only managed to think of shitty ones like Pidro and Huron.


I cannot tell you how happy I am to see my comics circulating around backstage/scene shop tumblr! I’m mostly an installation artist now, but I used to be a scenic carpenter/painter/designer, so it’s super gratifying to see MY PEOPLE like these goofy things. 

Here is the mostly full set of screwing-things comics, which includes a couple new pages on screws and bit guides! What do you call a bit guide, anyway? I’ve always called it a “foreskin” but I’m not putting that in a comic…

And because there have been requests - if you’re a stagecraft teacher(or other sort of carpentry instructor that would find these useful) and want higher res images of these comics to print for your classes, you are welcome to email me at shingkhor @ gmail and I will send them to you for free! 

more Rhys/Feyre body swapping

I just really feel like Rhys would have a field day with this and people asked for more and I kept getting ideas. So have some more stuff I think Rhys and Feyre would do if they swapped bodies. Here is the original post that this was based on.

Rhys: *swinging a sword around wildly* How do you function with these tiny arms?!
Feyre: *looks into the camera*


Azriel: *joins Rhys at the dinner table*
Rhys: *coy* Az, can I ask you a question?
Azriel: Sure, what would you like to know?
Rhys: *elbows on the table, chin resting in his hands* Do you think I’m attractive?
Azriel: Of course I do. Especially as a woman, Rhys, I think you’re ravishing.


Feyre: *comes out of the bedroom wearing an all-white suit*


Rhys: *starts braiding Mor’s hair*
Mor: *pulls away* What the heck are you doing, Feyre?
Rhys: Isn’t this what we do???


Feyre: So tell me, Cassian, are you sure you and Lucien aren’t a couple?
Cassian: Rhys, I thought we said we’d never talk about that time at the cabin again? I mean the three of us were really drunk, and I thought we all agreed to just let it go.
Feyre: That’s not what I was referring to, Cass.
Cassian: Oh. Well do you mean the time Lucien and I snuck off after Viviane’s coronation? Because I would hardly even call that being a couple. Or the time you caught us in yours and Feyre’s bed when I thought you were gone?
Feyre: ………….


Rhys: Amren, I-
Amren: Stop fucking around in Feyre’s body, Rhys.


Rhys: Hey Feyre, remember all those times I flew you around before?
Feyre: Yeah…..
Rhys: Your turn! *jumps into her arms*


Rhys: *going through Feyre’s closet* Which thing is the sluttiest, I want to look really slutty.

Luke: [text] hi who is this?
Vader: who is THIS????
Luke: are you a friend of ben’s?
Vader: ben?? ben who??? 
Luke: ben kenobi? I just found this phone in his house. 
Vader: ben kenobi
Vader: r u fuckin kidding me
Vader: thats what he called himself???? jfc 
Vader: yes i was his friend why are you contacting me???
Luke: there were 1,201 unread texts from your number on this phone, so i thought i would just let you know that i’m really sorry, but ben is dead
Vader: oh yeah so he claims 
Vader: theres no name stored with my # on there?
Luke: uh yeah there is but it wasnt helpful in identifying you and i didnt feel right about reading all your messages…the couple that i saw seemed pretty personal
Vader: what is the name he used for me? just curious
Luke: um “headache” lol. sorry. 
Vader: ugh 🙄 whatever the only thing he loved more than me was complaining about me
Luke: ben was my friend, too. i didn’t know he had any other friends! i mean my dad was his best friend, but he’s been dead since before I was born. 
Vader: wait what
Luke: i have to get going, my r2 unit’s kind of got a mind of his own and he’s gonna leave tatooine without me if i don’t hurry
Vader: WHAT
Luke: later mister! i hope we can talk more soon!

i know people have laughed about marvin calling whizzer his “friend” instead of boyfriend or lover in what would i do, but to me, that’s one of the most poignant parts of the song.

the word “friend” isn’t just what it seems at the surface. it is so, so loaded in this context. think about gay couples back then–how many gay men were forced to hide themselves or live in secrecy? how many were “confirmed bachelors” or had “roommates” or…had “friends?” that’s what jason calls whizzer, after all–his father’s “friend.”

it’s an awkward compromise between openness and secrecy. it’s a dance between admitting what’s there and hiding it. and for marvin to recognize how painful that is, not to be able to refer to him as something more than a friend, either because of his own remaining hang-ups around being gay, or because other people would refuse to recognize whizzer as anything more–that’s so incredibly emotional to me. after all their love, and all they’ve been through, whizzer is always going to have been marvin’s “friend.”

and let’s not forget how far marvin and whizzer’s relationship has come. at the beginning of the show, their relationship is explicitly admitted to be nothing but sex and fighting. they have very little in common whatsoever, and their immaturity in act 1 only contributes to their problems.

in act 2, though, after taking a break and reflecting on themselves, they’re able to get back together in an actual mature, happy relationship. for the first time…they’re friends. they talk. they enjoy each other’s company. they love each other. and that makes a world of difference. it’s why it hurts so badly to see them ripped apart at the end. whizzer and marvin’s act 1 breakup doesn’t have a quarter of the emotional impact that whizzer’s death does in act 2, and it’s because we’ve finally seen the better sides of whizzer and marvin–sides that they’ve helped bring out in each other as lovers and, for the first time, as friends.

whizzer was marvin’s greatest love. and he was his friend.