Which Could Mean Nothing Is Maybe My Favorite Phrase Of All Time. Where Would We Be Without It

”which could mean nothing” is maybe my favorite phrase of all time. where would we be without it

i didn't tell you i was scared

Part 3 of a new RWRB Hitman AU series by bananzie for Whumptober 2024

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Series: Part 32 of stars, stripes, and union jacks, Part 3 of hit me(n) baby one more time

summary: As bizarre as it was for a burglar to sleep in his bed, that didn’t stop Henry from pressing the barrel of his gun to the intruder’s head and flicking on the beside lamp.

“Alex?” Henry stuffed his gun back in his waistband and frowned. “What are you doing here?”

A very soft whine came from his pillow, but Henry would know those curls anywhere.

(whumptober 2024 prompt: broken window + bruises)

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Hot take, but cis people have gender identities. They aren't the gender they identify as because of their genitalia or what their birth certificate says. They're only cis because they identify with a gender and it happens to match their government documentation. Cis men aren't men because they're "obviously" men for having a penis. They're men because they identify as men. It's the self-identification that dictates this, not any other factor, even for cis folks. And we should be framing it this way. A cis man identifies as a man and a cis woman identifies as a woman. There is no automatic or inherent gender.

HEARTSTOPPER 1.05 | 2.08 | 3.04

crashed into you like so many wrecks do

a new RWRB Hitman AU series by bananzie for Whumptober 2024

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Series: Part 30 of stars, stripes, and union jacks, Part 1 of hit me(n) baby one more time

summary: “You know you aren’t supposed to use the blood as fabric dye, right?”

Henry very nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice. Whipping around, he saw a man with a mess of wild curls, and although the pub’s dingy backdoor light was the only real source of light around, the man seemed to glow under it.

Beautiful, was Henry’s first thought.

(whumptober 2024 prompt: not realizing they're injured + "it's not my blood")

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Silly boy who keeps forgetting he is loved