#oscarwildechilde

Prentiss: You just called Hotch dad. You said “thanks, dad.”

Reid: No I didn’t. I said “thanks, man.”

Hotch: Do you see me as a father figure, Reid?

Reid: No! If anything I see you as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me.

Those girls are fuckin RUTHLESS

“Ban”, lol. Nobody is “banned” from anything– but nobody should go to Pride events with the expectation that the people and performances there won’t be shitting on Donald Trump, and by association, the people who voted for him.

Aside from that, I’m not sure what makes you think that hating the people who voted for Trump somehow…magically…means that I can’t also hate transphobes, biphobes, etc. Like? LOL

And the crazy eyes? Ugh what a man. I spend far too much of my time objectifying Supreme Court justices

Brandeis was a babe

 Gonna go with a modern AU setting if that’s alright? I figured a Westeros setting would be a bit dull.

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 “Is that him?”

 Renly stopped in the middle of the stairwell, his hand linked with Loras’ as he tried to drag him up the stairs and into the safety of his room. Bringing Loras to his house during the summer and winter breaks was always… tense. Renly didn’t want to share Loras. He also didn’t want to introduce him to the completely fucked up world that was his home life, in case Loras came to his senses and realized this– what they had– was a massive mistake. 

 Loras’ house was safer– it had always been safer in every sense of the word. But Loras’ house was currently off-limits, his parents playing host to out-of-the-country guests. They didn’t need two university aged men running around, slamming doors, and… doing other loud things.

 And so they were stuck at Renly’s, the weather outside trapping them inside. Renly thought maybe if he could sneak Loras’ up to his room in time, Robert wouldn’t notice them. He was too busy watching the news and smoking his cigars to care most days anyways, and too drunk to even notice that Renly was home, let alone bringing a bloke up to his room.

 But luck was not on his side. 

 “What?” he asked, looking down the stairwell to see Robert stood in the doorway to one of the many living rooms that made up the Baratheon family home. 

 “Is this him?” Robert repeated, tilting his jaw at Loras. He said it like Loras wasn’t even there– like Loras wasn’t the most goddamn important thing in Renly’s fucked up life. Like Loras was just some passing fancy like one of Robert’s many affairs.

 “Yeah, I’m him,” Loras said defiantly. He didn’t say anything when Renly dropped his hand quickly. It was a bad habit. Loras deserved better. 

 Heading down the stairs, Loras stuck his hand out for a shake, a haughtiness about him that Renly loved but knew would get him into trouble one day. “I’m Loras– Loras Tyrell.”

 Renly stood on the steps, locked in place, watching the exchange with his heart beating a mile a minute. He’d never brought a boy home; he’d never really told Robert he was gay. It had just been some assumed thing that floated awkwardly above them, both of them knowing it but neither willing to talk about it.

 “A Tyrell, hm?” Robert replied. He shook Loras’ hand firmly. 

 “Yeah, a Tyrell,” Loras said, matching Robert’s grip.

 “You know, your father ran against me last election.”

 “And yet you still won!” Renly said– a little too loudly. Practically jumping down the steps, Renly grabbed Loras’ elbow and pulled him up the stairs. “Good seeing you Robert; nice chat and all, but now we have to go,” he called down the stairs.

 Practically jogging to his bedroom, Renly threw open the door and let Loras inside before slamming it shut. Staying hunched over the handle of the door, Renly took a few steadying breaths, desperate to come up with something witty and deflective to say in order to hide the embarrassment. 

 He could still smell the stench of alcohol on Robert’s breath.

 “You… wanna talk about how much of a ponce your brother is?” Loras asked slowly. 

 Renly snorted and turned around, relaxing as he looked upon Loras– still there, still present, still smiling. He had met Robert and seen what the Baratheons could become and he was… he was still here.

 Crisis averted.

 “I’d rather make out until we both forget the sight of my brother’s belly hanging out from under his shirt, to be perfectly honest.”