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3. do you want kids? I go back and forth? At this point I only know two things for sure: one, I’m sure as fuck not ready for kids any time soon, and two, I’d rather adopt than have biological children. 

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone Being a huge fucking bigot. It’s one thing to be ignorant but willing to listen and learn, quite another to be willfully hateful.  

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self You’re bi, girl, and that’s okay. Also: I know it’s hard, but it’s okay to walk away from bigoted friends, even if they’re your only friends. 

20. favourite gay ship (canon or not) Sabriel and Spiritassassin are my nearest and dearest faves. 

26. favourite lgbtqa+ musician/band I answered this already, but I neglected to mention Freddie Mercury and Sia. 

ROSE OMG I LOVE YOU I HAVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THEM FROM A FANSHIP PERSPECTIVE THIS IS SO EXCITING okay okay let’s see

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter? OMG WEREWOLVES IN P&P I’m not going to make this AU okay it’s just an alternative Regency period in which werewolves are a thing because I say so. everyone thinks darcy is secretly a werewolf but he has an ALTER EGO WHERE HE HUNTS WOLVES AT NIGHT but oh my, that second Bennet daughter’s eyes are captivating, what strange allure draws him to her. meanwhile jane and lizzie go out frolicking in the countryside around longbourne on four paws and are perfectly amiable and civilised during the day. plot twist: wickham’s sob story involves darcy killing his father and then cutting wickham off from the living even though it’s not legal to discriminate against werewolves against whom nothing has been proved. 

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman? LIZZIE FISHES with all her sisters. lydia tries to flirt with any merfolk they encounter because socially merfolk are considered a great catch (sorry I had to). But that fine figure of a merman who is apparently very wealthy won’t have anything to do with any of them. Until Lizzie accidentally tangles him in their nets. It was totally his fault, by the way.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar: lizzie’s familiar disapproves of everything she does :( not really he’s just trying to convince himself that he’s not falling for a lowly human. and her fine eyes.

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict: lizzie. lizzie is the addict. darcy keeps making her coffee wrong and insisting she shouldn’t be drinking full caf when she’s pregnant. lizzie is in charge of her own body dammit and she can have her ONE REAL COFFEE a day without hurting the baby.

who’s the professor and who’s the TA: well this is just obvious. :) Professor Darcy is so old-fashioned in his pedagogical methods and also THIS line of theory would invigorate the students so much more than THAT one - well, Miss Bennet, they need to learn sufficient discipline to engage and utilise the theories of any line of thought, particular of such fine scholars and prominent minds in their field as...

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss): oooooh, this could work so well either way. and with any gender setup. Either knight Darcy who takes his duty incredibly solemnly and won’t even have a playful conversation with his princess because he is ON GUARD or knight Lizzie trying to convince prince(ss) Darcy to lighten up.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent: ha, well, we’ve already seen Darcy effectively parenting his little sister and Lizzie helping to lighten that relationship, so let’s carry on from pregnant Lizzie in the above and have a very strict but gentle teacher Darcy and single mum Lizzie working two jobs but still able to keep the house in order and dress amazingly and keep a sense of humour. 

It all started because of a meme of memes.  

Because that’s always how these sorts of things start.  

“Hey Samalam!  Take my picture!” 

Sam blinked at the camera that was unceremoniously thrust into his face.  “Uh, what are you-” he stared at Gabriel.  “What’s with the top hat and monocle?” 

“Latest meme, Sam, don’t you keep up with the times!” Gabriel said, shaking the camera with more determination.  “Now come on, I’ve GOT this!”  

Sam snickered at his boyfriend and obediently took the camera.  “Got what, precisely?”  

“I told you!” Gabriel said, stomping his foot and adjusting the bowtie he was wearing.  “Meme!”  

Sam rolled his eyes.  “You’re obsessed.  You love memes more than me.”  

Gabriel gasped.  “My dearest, most perfect, most beloved giant ever to exist! How could you say such a thing?” 

“Very easily, considering the memes.”  

Gabriel paused and nodded.  “Okay that’s fair!”  

He couldn’t help smiling a little bit as Gabriel settled into his pose.  Which Sam recognized from having used the image several hundred times over.  “Are you, copying a meme?”  

“Yes!  It’s who did it better, the real life or the meme, and I’ve GOT this, Sam!” 

Sam laughed and held up the camera obediently.  “The tophat does suit you,” he agreed.  

Gabriel adjusted it just a little bit and smirked.  “Hell yes it does.  Now snap the picture!”  

Two snaps later, Sam watched as Gabriel whisked the camera and himself away, immediately hollering for Castiel.  He shook his head and went back to his book.  Rehearsal didn’t start for another couple of hours.  

~!~

Of course, hours later, Gabriel sent him a link to the post that he had made of the meme, and the handful of notes it had so far.  Like a dutiful boyfriend, Sam commented on it as well, reblogging it to his followers so they could see what a fucking dork his boyfriend was.  

Shortly thereafter, he was called up on stage to adjust some of the lighting.  He didn’t see the way his phone was lighting up with notification after notification.

Gabriel leaned against Sam as he fished his phone out of his pocket and frowned when he realized it was dead.  “Hey, can I use your charger?  My phone is dead.”  

Sam huffed and offered it to Gabriel.  “Didn’t you just charge your phone in study hall?”  

“Yeah,” Gabriel said, huffing.  “My phone had better not be busted.”  

“I hope not, you’d die if you couldn’t take selfies,” Sam teased, kissing the top of Gabriel’s head.  

“I would!” Gabriel agreed, huffing as he put his hands on his hips.  Thankfully his phone turned on a few seconds later and he grinned.  “Guess the battery just died.”  

Sam rolled his eyes and led the way to his car.  “What killed it?” 

Gabriel was silent, stopped dead in the middle of the parking lot, gaping at his phone.  

Sam blinked and turned to look at Gabriel.  “Gabe?” 

Gabriel blinked and the number didn’t change.  A series of notifications popped up, blinking rapid fire across the screen.  He hit the number.  It increased by ten.  He hit it again.  Twelve this time.  

“Gabriel is something wrong?”

Gabriel pushed his phone at Sam, his heart racing.  

“Yeah, you showed me the post earlier...” Sam trailed off and blinked when he saw the twenty thousand notes at the bottom.  “That definitely wasn’t that high when I last looked.”  

Gabriel laughed a little hysterically.  “What if they’re mocking me and they hate me, oh fuck, what if I’m the laughingstock of the internet, Sam?  I’ll have to go off-grid, live in the woods for years to out reach the shame!”  

Sam snickered and opened the door to his car as Gabriel slid in.  “You’d last half a day at best.”  

Gabriel considered that.  “Fair.  Bathrooms, man.  So handy.”  

“Agreed,” Sam said with a nod, turning his attention back to Gabriel’s phone.  “But, uh, what are they saying?”  

Gabriel’s attention snapped back to the phone and he kept scrolling.  He started to grin as he flipped through comment after comment.  “They like me!” 

Sam gave Gabriel a grin and couldn’t help but bask in the joy on his face.  His boyfriend was too damn cute for words.  “Of course they do.”  

“I mean, they like me better than the meme!  They’re saying they’re going to use me instead of the meme!” Gabriel said triumphantly.  “Holy shit, you know what that means, don’t you Sam?”  

Sam shook his head.  “No, what does it mean?”  

Gabriel’s eyes glittered.  “I am a MEME, Sam!” He rubbed his hands together.  “I have ascended to the truest ranks of internet stardom, thanks to a monocle and tophat.”  

Sam rolled his eyes and started the car.  “I’ll have to misuse your meme all of the time then, won’t I?” 

Gabriel gasped.  “You wouldn’t?” 

Sam smirked and leaned in close for a kiss, his lips just inches away from Gabriel’s.  “Oh, I would.”  

AJFHGJAKKFJS YOU LOOK DIFFERENT TO HOW I EXPECTED?? LIKE?? YOU ARE CUTE AS HECK AND I IMAGINED YOU CUTE AS HECK BUT I IMAGINED YOU A DIFFERENT KIND OF CUTE AS HECK IF THAT MAKES SENSE