Imagine steve is on his computer in the kitchen looking at dumb things on the internet. He finds something funny so he calls for bucky to come see it, and this is the fifth time today and bucky’s in bed reading a really good book and he doesn’t want to get up AGAIN to look at more DUMB CATS STEVE but he knows steve won’t stop til he gets bucky up
so he yells back “WHO THE HELL IS BUCKY” and steve’s choking noise is audible from two rooms away
“Stonewall was colored folks, poor folks, transsexuals, femmes, butches… a little bit of everybody. But the narrative that gets sold to people is that it was all these ‘A-Gay’ white normative people. That’s not who riots. Sorry.”—Juba Kalamka in this interview (via prayforprada)
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS. I’m so sorry it took me for fucking ever to get this part out. It’s literally been sitting on my computer forever. I wrote a ton of it, and then wrote a section for a later part in the story, and then I got distracted.
BUT NO MORE.
Tonight, you get more of this story - which is possibly my favorite - and this time, it’s all from Grima’s pervy POV.
ENJOY, MY DARLINGS
The Counsellor’s Companion, Part 2 (7,277 words; rated PG-13)
How they both know that Grima is so in love with her, but Grima is exactly 0% ashamed and Eowyn is 0% pitying or apologetic.
How Grima KNOWS she’s a stubborn, prideful, WRATHFUL woman who could probably take his tongue if he said something wrong and he’s just like ok but like those are all the reasons I’m in love with her.
The touchiiiiing. All the glorious tiny touches, I’m revelling in them as much as Grima is.
Eowyn getting a chance to see that Grima is just as dangerous as any other man in Rohan, if not considerably more-so, he just prefers different weapons.
Hair daggers. Because every female character I created between the ages of eight-fifteen had a braid with knives in it. And I want one. And they’re awesome. And I like when Grima plays with Eowyn’s hair.
There’s like 19 other things that I loved about this, like Eowyn bantering out facts about his past and the mental image I have of her, “Did you seriously name your horse Freca,” face.
Will Part Three come soon? Please say yes! I know the touching will only amplify if this continues, which, the way you write is like A Mighty Need.
Good god, y’all, I could not let go of this one. I rewrote it no less than six times before finally deciding it needed to be broken up into parts in order to properly do it justice. So you can think of this part as the introduction of sorts: setting up all the action and delicious tension. Part 2 will be a romp through the festival and meeting with the spy. And Part 3 will have SMUT, GLORIOUS SMUT.
The Counsellor’s Companion, Pt. 1 (6,118 words; rated PG)
look if you unironically say ‘money can’t buy happiness’ then either you’ve never faced a real financial struggle or you’ve achieved enlightenment, because goddamn does financial security feel an awful lot like happiness when it’s something you’re not used to