You know, knowing how hard won “queer” was as a positive reclaimed label, it really makes me feel a special kinda gross when I come across ‘’’’’’’’’radicals’’’’’’’’’ saying “kweer” and re-arming it as a pejorative term for overly liberal lgbt people they don’t agree with. I don’t care how bad somebody’s politics are, seeing other lgbt people turn “queer” back upon the community is fucking insensitive and a real slap in the face and will earn you my immediate dislike.
Like seriously, fuck you. We get enough bullshit slurring and co-opting of terms from the right. I identify as queer, and guess what, even using a misspelled version of the word is still slurring people who identify with it.
I like to think that at some point Ed got bored and decides to become a professor at some big name Amestrian college.
His specialty is a military funded class called Battle Alchemy, which he starts off by inviting any of his students to beat him in hand to hand for a conditionless passing grade (by the end of the first class, most students walk away sore and horrified).
It takes half the semester before they realize that Ed continues to beat them even when they use alchemy and he does not. They ask to see him use alchemy in battle. The next day, a man who looks almost the same as their professor shows up to class- he’s softspoken and polite, and the students expect a substitute lecture. Ed sits in the stands and laughs as Al proceeds to fight the entire class at once, and beat all of them. The students never ask again.
(And sometimes, in the middle of practicals, students swear they can see the Fuhrer watching from the edge of the field.)
I can also see him causing a hell of a problem when it comes to conventional textbooks-
“This is definitely wrong.”
“Sir, this is the most recently updated textbook for theoretical alchemy-”
“Yea fuck that, I can prove that soul alchemy isn’t unviable- someone hand me some chalk, I’m about to commit a mathematical felony.”
“I’m about to commit a mathematical felony” is probably the most in character Ed line ever, of all time
13×17 coda – Just a little drabble to help deal with all of the things I’m feeling
Gabriel had never been tired before, but now every nerve and cell in his body was aching and begging for rest. It was safe to say that he was exhausted. Sam had been kind enough to lend him clothing and show him how to use the shower. He’d even gotten a room all to himself. But as he lay in the bed, he just couldn’t seem to find sleep. He tossed and turned despite his sore body protesting every movement, but the gears of his mind churned and ground. He couldn’t shake the anxiety that was consuming him. The feeling that if he closed his eyes, he’d be snatched away again.
As if he could sense Gabriel’s wakefulness, Sam came tapping lightly on his door with a glass of cold water. He didn’t want to startle him or, if he was asleep, wake him. Slowly, Same opened the door and poked his head in. Gabriel just barely lifted his head off the pillow to make eye contact. He nodded slightly, giving the younger Winchester permission to enter. Sam shuffled in, closing the door behind himself. He set the glass on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed near Gabriel’s feet, silent but trying his best to emanate empathy.
Gabriel appreciated Sam’s presence and the fact that he wasn’t trying to force him to talk. He wasn’t ready to talk. He wasn’t sure when he would be. He still felt as if his lips were sewn shut, despite the fact that Sam had freed him from that. After about twenty minutes, Gabriel felt the bed shift as Sam stood up to leave. The angel winced as he sat up. “Don’t,” he begged quietly.
Surprised that Gabriel finally spoke, Sam turned on his heel, eyebrows raised. Gabe gave him a pleading look, glancing at the empty space in the bed beside him and then back at Sam before sheepishly avoiding his gaze. Sam managed- somehow- to look even more surprised at that. “Yeah? O-okay. Yeah.” The hunter moved back toward the bed and carefully lay on the bed beside the archangel.
Feeling suddenly safer and more at ease, Gabriel moved toward Sam, hiding his face in the man’s broad chest and closing his eyes. Cautiously, Sam gently wrapped his free arm around Gabriel’s smaller frame. He’d lie there as long as needed until Gabriel could get some rest and hopefully start feeling better. Sam had already wanted to do some serious damage to that Kentucky Fried Douchebag but now he wanted nothing more than to completely destroy Asmodeus. Now, it was personal.
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