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Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later
Headcanon accepted
cw: Mentions of sexual violence, colonialism and sex.
He always felt a sort of disconnect with masculinity.
But also, being raised in a very patriarchal society, witnessing sexual violence and inequality targeted at women, he always felt a sort of duty to be a model man.
He was scared of his own sexual desires because he's seen sex used as a way to harm others.
He conformed with gender roles in order to ease his more progressive ideals amongst his parishioners.
He studied feminism and related those topics to his preachings.
He still had a hard time understanding sexual diversity, yet, he was a progressive priest when it came to LGBT+ rights.
When he learnt he was intersexual, he felt very confused and ashamed. It brought back that feeling of alienation with his role as a man.
It made him realize his own biases about gender identity and sexuality.
That only fuelled the feeling of inadequacy for the role he had been filling as a priest and man of god.
Before he was appointed to the clinic, he received a closeted trans penitent to his church.
He saw himself reflected on them and made the choice to be himself.
Afterwards he started doing more research about the difference between sex and gender.
He saw himself reflected on the people that were beyond women and men. Related to the detachment to one's assigned gender, and the desire to not be perceived and be limited by it.
Learning about the coloniality of gender brought him a lot of comfort and solidified his anti imperialist views.
Now that gender and sex wasn't as structured inside his mind and soul, the idea of sex didn't scare him as much-
Sex wasn't something he had to "take" or do to someone else. And he let himself indulge in fantasies and self pleasure.
He found his own gender identity very personal, something he had acknowledged with god only.
By the time he's in the papacy he's very comfortable with his identity.
He finds he enjoys challenging gender norms in his duties and his presentation. Leaving his hair long and wearing more feminine clothing under his cassock.
Pope Innocent never comes out publicly, but he makes sure the church becomes welcome of trans people.
Fibre crafts are 50% soothing repetitive action and 50% "God Fucking Damnit"
I love that I discovered fandom at my age (68). I’m retired after 40+ years of working full time. My kids are grown and my grandkids are young adults. I finally have the time to follow interesting people on sites like this, who broaden my perspectives and stimulate thought. I’ve immersed myself into the world of fan fiction where I’ve discovered extraordinary authors who so generously share their talent and creativity. This is truly a rich and delightful time in my life. I’m so grateful for Good Omens, the show that introduced me to this fandom that means so much to me.
#Never too old for fandom
Roxanne falls in love with Megamind on day ninety seven.
That might not seem like a lot. Most people would tell you "Love at first sight" and "I just knew"'s aside. Three months is not enough time to really know someone. What if they snore? What if you have diametrically opposed views on stacking the dishwasher? What if it turns out you really are as picky as your ex said about what kind of coffee mug is acceptable in the morning?
But ninety seven days happens slowly. Bit by bit, a week at a time, only a day of which is spent in his company. Somewhere between two years and three when he's got her tied to a chair again, rolled up close in his own, elbows on his knees, hands dancing between motes of dust in the air as he explains reverse electromagnetisation and conjoined power components and his eyes are so big and bright and his mouth is stretched wide as he makes another pun about something that only makes sense to someone with an advanced mathematics degree (which neither of them have) and that should make her roll her eyes and shoot back an even worse one about something like meganetic attraction.
But he's there and he's fun and he's silly and he talks to her and while she's still realising what this rising light blooming in her chest means she leans over and closes the distance between them.
She kisses him lightly, teasingly, just a soft brush of lips on the surprised slack sag of his mouth and Roxanne feels an odd urge to giggle that she's managed to catch him off guard for once.
She kisses him because she likes him, because he never makes her feel dumb when he explains how his inventions work, because she wants to know if his mouth is still as expressive when on hers, because his beard looks soft and she's always wondered, because she's wearing her favourite shoes, and because its a Tuesday and she always has better luck on Tuesdays
She kisses him for a hundred different reasons.
But mostly because she wants to. Megamind, for his part, when she sits back again, (kindapping chairs are not comfortable to lean sideways on), still sitting there dazed, a clicking sound coming from his throat like his voicebox has stalled and has to work its way through restarting, almost explodes out of his chair. "I- you- Miss Ritchi, what?"
Megamind falls in love with Roxanne on day five, and day thirteen, and day twenty nine and forty seven etc etc. He falls in love with her every time she asks a question and every time she laughs and every time she makes his brain work that little bit faster to keep their conversations going.
He dreams of kissing her. Wistful daydreams while he waits for her to wake, blurry fantasises as he puts finishing touches on giant robots and flaming death traps. He dreams of kissing her slow, fast, in between. He dreams of stolen kisses, shy kisses, kisses to her hair, her cheeks, her temples, her hands.
And then firmly tells himself he's being ridiculous and decides to chase any thought of love out of his brain again right up until he sees her again.
He never let himself dream of kissing her lips.
Roxanne drags her lower lip through her teeth, savouring the taste of salt and tilts her head at him, "Hi," She says, braver than she feels, "I think I like you."
That seems to throw him even more than the kiss, "You do?"
"Yeah," She wishes he'd sit down again, looking at him from this angle is really doing a number on her neck, "I really do."
"That," Megamind hesitates, "Could be a very bad idea."
"Why?"
"Because I definitely really like you."
"Oh."
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