Venom Sequel Where Eddie Is Nominated For Queer Eye

i was listening to a compilation of every time cecil mentions carlos in year one and got to this clip and thought it was the most valid thing ive ever heard so im posting it

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Title: The Wireless Author: almaasi Artist: DGiggity Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas Warnings: Alternate Canon, Carnival, Fluff, Romance, Solarpunk, Kissing Booths, Tent Sex, Tattooed Castiel, Angel Wings Posting Date: 10/10/2017

Summary:  Cas Novak hosts a popular radio show, entertaining hunters with his psychic powers. But, in a world where monster-hunting is commonplace, he harbours a powerful secret: he’s not human, but an angel, surviving in a society unsympathetic to his kind.

For six years, Cas has read out news stories describing a particularly impressive man: Dean Winchester, distinguished hunter and accidental prophet of God. Not by chance, Cas meets Dean at a sunny autumn carnival, where Dean’s taken a job at a kissing booth. One kiss - perhaps two - and they’re already old friends, sharing fairground food, a carousel ride, another kiss on the ferris wheel…

Finally, safe in the tent Dean shares with his brother, Castiel feels comfortable enough to reveal those unknown pieces of himself. But come morning, bigger events separate the trio: an ancient beast is waking up, and a fearful world desperately needs to be united. Now Castiel has a reason to confess his true nature, broadcasting live on Hunter Radio. Of course, Dean is listening. And it’s only a matter of time before he replies.

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Castiel shifted in his seat, tailcoat sliding on the plastic bench. He made sure his feet were steady in the metal footwell below; his stomach was already doing flips of excitement. “Oh, man,” Dean breathed, eyes turning upward, glazing over as he stared at the ferris wheel’s inner framework. “I forgot I’m afraid of heights.” “Too late now,” Castiel smiled, as their cart lifted off the ground, going backwards. The next cart gradually approached the ground, and once there, the wheel mechanism paused to let those passengers off, and to let the next couple on. Dean breathed out through pursed lips. “It won’t be so bad once you’re up there,” Castiel said softly. Dean sneered. “Yeah, right.” “What could distract you?” Dean did look around, but his eyes lighted on Castiel’s mask. “Your face could,” he said with a quick smirk. “You, uh, feel like unmasking yet? Nobody’ll see you but me.” This time, Castiel removed the mask without hesitation, leaving it on his lap. He was confident Dean could not see his scars, as he’d taken his seat so his scars were furthest from Dean’s sight. “Hey,” Dean said, batting his hand at Castiel’s thigh. The wheel moved again; they began to rise once more. Their cradle swung gently on its support, rocking them forward and back by a few inches. “Cas, look at me?” Castiel turned his eyes to Dean’s knees, but didn’t angle his face far enough that Dean saw the purple makeup or all the mica stars adorning his ruined skin. “Hey,” Dean said again, more gently. His hand smelled of rose bathroom soap; he placed his fingers against Castiel’s chin and eased his face around so their eyes met. Castiel gulped, monumentally insecure under Dean’s scrutiny. “Why don’t you want anyone to see?” Dean asked. He looked at Castiel’s makeup, then into his eyes. Castiel peered back and saw the rainbow illumination just touching against Dean’s skin, neon pink, then violet, then blue. “Don’t you hide your scars?” Castiel asked back. Dean grinned. “Nah. Battle wounds, man.” He showed Castiel the underside of his forearm, fingers running over a jagged scar, healed badly. His fingers slid up to his right hand, over his knuckles: the light from the ferris wheel threw a pale line into focus, slashed between his bones - and Dean moved on, showing Castiel a still-healing streak across his left palm. And then Dean closed his fist, eyes turning back to Castiel’s. “You read fortunes. Guesswork, you said. But I’d bet anything you know as well as I do, Cas: people tell their story without saying a word.”

Trans Tony Stark anyone???

Requested by @loki-isnt-so-lucky! Kind of tempted to make this a series, so feel free to request any other characters you’d like me to write about!

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• Anyways Tony is kind of the textbook definition of what A Man™️ should be, and with all the toxcitity of Howard (at first) too, and it’s not really for a happy reason

• It’s ‘cause Howard never truly accepted Tony’s identity, ever, and told him he could never be a man in his eyes. Would never get a girl or be an engineer or be able to casually sleep around or do any of those Macho Man things that Howard Stark held up as the golden traits of being a man

• Part of the reason he loved his mother so dearly was because she was the only one who listened to him and tried to help him. But she was always overshadowed by Howard.

• So Tony spent his entire life trying to prove himself to his father, and ended up developing a lot of traits he hated because of it. But… that’s what it took to be a man, right? Right…?

• As soon as his parents were out of his life he started rapidly transitioning. It maybe wasn’t the best way to cope with the pain of losing his family, but… he felt like he was falling apart, and transitioning kept him moving forwards and kept him going. Light at the end of the tunnel kinda thing.

• It wasn’t until the arc reactor and getting kidnapped and Pepper that he cane to his senses. That wasn’t what it meant to be a man. Tony Stark had a heart, and courage, and kindness and love and caring, and he was still valid in his identity. He didn’t have to be uncaring and stoic and snarky. That wasn’t right OR healthy.

• It still takes him a while to unlearn that. Therapy helps. Being a better dad to Peter helps.

• On that subject, he never thought he’d get to be a dad! But now he has lil trans Peter to look after and it’s a little terrifying and he’s clueless but… he’s a dad. Not a mom. Someone’s father. A father to another son struggling with identity. But a better one than Howard.

• Trying to fit the macho man stereotype for so long meant he was blind to his bisexuality for a good chunk of his life. But now boys are… really hot and Pepper is laughing at him and shUT UP PEPPER LOOK AT HIS ASS—

• Pepper knows everything, and supports him through it all. The rest of the Avengers know to varying degrees. Loki knows full on. Loki silently admires him for it.

• When he first opened up to Steve about it the man was, as someone from the World War era might be, a little surprised and confused. But after coming to an understanding he (very gently) offered to help research and synthesize a milder form of the supersoldier formula that transformed him, or even to use samples from his own body, “if it might help you, Tony”. Tony didn’t take him up on the offer— testosterone was a hell of a thing on its own— but he threw Steve into a hug and they were close ever since then.

• His superhero name went through a lot of iterations, but it felt nice to have “man” in the title somewhere, even if it seemed petty or insignifigant to someone else. It made him feel way more confident in the hero role if he could announce himself as the Iron Man. It still makes him smile a little.

• Height dysphoria.

• Thor, sensing this, tries an innocent attempt to comfort Tony and ends up buying him high heeled boots.

• The whole team places bets on how hard Tony’s gonna throw them at Thor’s head, but he surprises them all by graceously thanking Thor and clicking off down the hall in them. No one’s allowed to talk about the heels.

• Tony very much likes to pretend he doesn’t know jack shit about feminine stuff, but was was kind of forceably raised female by Howard especially, so. He slips up. Especially when something is irritating him.

• “Wait, that’s the wrong order! You have to do eyeshadow before foundation.”

“Tony, I think I know what I’m doing.”

“If you do foundation first, your eyeshadow fallout is gonna get all over your nice powdered cheeks.”

“…you have a point, I guess.”

“Unfortunately.”

• You can bet a big chunk of his charity money goes to trans organizations and shelters. He’s like the trans tooth fairy, too. Oh, you need top surgery? Bam, paid for. Srs? Here’s a check, have a good hospital stay.

• He likes to work with Bruce on prototype treatments and whatnot, and Bruce has to reign him in from becoming a total mad scientist

• “Bruce what if I inject myself with 9000 GRAMS OF PURE MASCULINE—“

“Tony, no, you’d explode—“

“BUT—“

“Tony, you’re perfect just like that, you don’t need to perform experimental treatments on yourself!”

“But—“

“Tony you have more abs than I ever will please stop”

Artist: ralph andres Title: Pikapool “This is an old work about a mash-up between two of my favorite characters, Pikachu and Deadpool” Pika!…

I’m doing this again this year!!

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