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this blog is purely for fun and because i enjoy writing silly little stories about fictional men. if you request, please be patient as i am a full time college student triple majoring. i am in no way a professional writer and make mistakes more times than not. negativity is not welcome, but constructive criticism is!

furthermore, i strongly dislike ai and i think our brains are too beautiful and creative not to use them!

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despite the content of my bookshelf, i don't write explicit NSFW content. it's just not something i enjoy writing. that said, my work may still include suggestive and romantic themes.

my inbox is always open for fluffy, chaotic, funny, and wholesome ideas for steve harrington or gator tillman. please send them my way and thank you for understanding!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Plo Koon & CC-3636 | Wolffe, CT-4860 | Boost & Plo Koon, Plo Koon & Clone Trooper Sinker, Clone Trooper Comet & Plo Koon, Jedi Order & Plo Koon, CT-4860 | Boost & CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker & CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Comet & CC-3636 | Wolffe, CT-4860 | Boost & Clone Trooper Sinker, CT-4860 | Boost & Clone Trooper Comet, Clone Trooper Comet & Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet & Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars) Characters: Plo Koon, CC-3636 | Wolffe, CT-4860 | Boost, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars), Jedi Council Members (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Humor, despite the title no actual vomit, Grocery Shopping, Chatting & Messaging, Being Lost, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Family Bonding, Family Feels, Dad Jokes, always lol, Brotherly Affection, once again in the form of bickering haha, Big Brothers, Little Brothers, Mando'a Language (Star Wars), light sickness (Comet), (just at the end) - Freeform Series: Part 5 of Wolffe Koon and the Missing Aliit Members Summary:

Boost wandered up to the cart right about the same time as they did. “Do you think Comet wants jogan or orange sunberry juice?”

“I think he’s sick and wants ginger ale like he told us before we left,” Wolffe said.

“Orange sunberry juice,” Sinker replied over him. “In any case, it tastes better of the two so if he doesn’t drink it, we can.”

This kid. What was Wolffe to do with him?

“Ooooh,” buir said as he returned from his now-wrapped-up conversation. “That looks berry good.” He merely chuckled as his sons groaned. “C’mon, by now you should all know by now I squeeze the chance every time I can.”

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In which Comet is sick so Boost helps shop for him, Wolffe helps grab some school supplies while they're there, Plo can't stop running into his coworkers, and Sinker tries to escape all the craziness multiple times.

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Except the last time dani had a birthday party she was 10 and it was thrown by Ben and May so she walks in, sees everything- the decorations, the cake, her friends, and almost immediately bursts into tears.

After a few minutes of consolation and panic from the Avengers, she explains that no family shes been with has every cared enough to do something like that and that shes so appreciative. And everyone is so gentle and attentive the whole time and thats what solidifies in her mind that these people are here to stay, no matter what

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Summary-

Serein: the phenomenon of light rain falling from an apparently cloudless sky in the early hours of the night; evening serenity

By day, Danica Parker does figure drawings and oil paintings at her magnet school in Queens, New York. But at night, when the sun goes down and the darkness comes out, she's Siren. A highly skilled, vigilante, Siren is doing her best to stay under the eyes of the news- and the law- while saving those who need it. With both HYDRA and SHIELD hot on her tail, what is she to do when Tony Stark and Steve Rogers decide to foster her and her older brother Peter?

As secrets unravel between super-human siblings and bonds form with super-speedy allies, Dani tries desperately to keep her two worlds from colliding. But that’s not so easy with the Avengers living in the same penthouse. Will she be able to do it? Or will the effects of holding everything in her own two hands be too much to bear?

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The back porch is spacious enough that Will could sit on one of the plastic chairs if he felt like it. He presses his hands into the rough concrete of the steps instead, feels the indents on his skin start to form. Everything feels distant, like it's not really happening. It's probably the fault of the shots he took earlier.

He's trying not to anxiously pant, watches his breath puff out into the cold air. It's not snowing yet, but it's cold enough to make Will put his hood up and tuck his hands back in his pockets. He knows he should be trying to pick up like everybody else tonight. The thought runs sour, coats his tongue. He spits it out onto the dead grass, ignores the nausea building in his stomach.

So, Will's sitting outside and trying not to have a low-grade anxiety attack. The results as to whether he's succeeding are unclear. Whatever, he's never been great at being alone. He fumbles in his pockets and fishes out his phone. Scrolls mindlessly for a few minutes, barely registers his screen.

When the back door opens, he resists the urge to flinch. Only barely succeeds, and he's pretty sure he just made a noise he doesn't want to address. His face burns. Of course, it's Bedard stumbling out of the house. The sigh Will lets out is immediate and tastefully melodramatic. Fucking Connor Bedard, of all people.

Bedard's infuriating. Not just to play against, because that's a given. But the smug way he holds himself and the wealth of attention he soaks up from everyone as Canada's golden boy makes Will twitch with annoyance.

And well, Will knows people. He's nothing if not skilled at networking. So he's heard the rumors about Connor, that he likes to get piss drunk and sleep with whatever girl glances in his direction. Heard that he gave a teammate shitty head once. But that was probably a joke, has to be. Regardless, he's a bit of a whore if you ask Will.

His eyes trace Bedard's body slowly, looking up from the concrete with feigned nonchalance. He's wearing jeans that are obscenely tight and Will's brain stutters before he catches himself and drags his eyes upwards. He's just observing the situation, nothing out of the ordinary.

Bedard's eyes are glassy and his face is flushed red. His lips look raw, like he's been biting them all night. They're so pink, his brain unhelpfully chimes in, like this is the most important information he could hope to receive. Will resists the urge to offer him the chapstick in his pocket. He's got no idea what Bedard's been doing tonight and he doesn't want to pick up an STD because he felt like being nice.

It seems like the fifteen odd seconds of not-checking out the guy in front of him have finally registered in Bedard's brain because he slurs out, "Smith! How's it going?"

It's like he thinks they're buddies or something. Or maybe he's just fucking with him. Will narrows his eyes.

"Bedard," he flatly replies. The urge to hiccup is creeping in and he scrunches his face involuntarily.

Bedard looks at him, something unreadable in his expression passing by before he grins and barks out, "So like, I know you're a bit of a bitch-"

Will lets out an annoyed squawk, "Dude, what?"

"See like, you're always, always interrupting me," Bedard snorts, then points a shaky finger in his direction, "Bitch move."

"You're an idiot," Will bites out and resists the urge to do something stupid, like smile. Bedard's such an ass it comes all the way back around to being funny again. Sometimes. Most of the time it just makes him roll his eyes.

Bedard laughs, cheeks somehow redder than before. He mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, "Takes one to know one."

how many people say they see trans people as their target gender, and perhaps even believe it, but still hold subconscious biases that prioritize the male sex and uphold patriarchy?

we know this happens with non-trans women via internalized misogyny. a lot of women, even as targets of female oppression, internalize ideals of male supremacy. and yet, trans people are seemingly immune—a miracle-like exception to the sociology rule.

even further, how do subconscious racist beliefs impact support for the trans community? does the trans community being majority white trigger an implicit bias of automatic support due to white supremacy? how different would that support look if a different race were the majority instead?

the trans community does not exist in a vacuum, or on a secluded island in the middle of the ocean. self-identity does not cure you of societal bias that impacts every facet of life from the moment you're born. while none of us had a choice in the matter, we cannot destroy those biases unless we accept that they exist.

there's a reason why the trope of "i'm trans so i can't be racist" exists. there's a reason why trans women have gained another avenue of privilege: the privilege to oppress women, and the privilege to be victims of women. there's a reason why trans men have gained another avenue of oppression: being oppressed as women, and being oppressed as men.

it would be great if we all could get along and play together and be friends, but the trans community doesn't want to ask themselves these questions. acknowledging their privilege (or the oppression they can't escape) is too uncomfortable a task. it would open up a can of worms that would destroy their carefully-curated narrative.

but the human brain cannot willingly escape reality on the level needed to fully succumb to these ideals. you cannot erase your subconscious. you cannot erase millions of years of human evolution. you cannot erase your own instinctual nature.

a study that answers the questions i posed above will never happen. i'm aware of that. but the questions still need to be asked.

the issue is: everyone who asks them is, ironically, labelled the actual bigot.