Someone tell me no.

Life is Good - One

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count: 12,205

Rating: M - language, mentions of military service, drinking, talk about sex, an injury 

Summary: A weeklong vacation in Virginia Beach with your best friends - what could be better? The answer - finding out that the house next door was rented by 5 guys from Florida … and that they’re more than friendly. 

Author’s note:

I didn’t even really intend to write this but here we are. This is going to be a lot different than my usual work - trying to be more lighthearted and fun. 

It does follow canon - to a point, but as you’ll very quickly see, some things have been changed in order to advance the plot. 

Some housekeeping: 

- The houses that the groups are staying in can be found on the Masterlist page; the links were messing up this post showing in the search results. 

- Typically on Sandbridge, the check-in is Saturday afternoon, check out is Saturday morning. I’ve included timestamps to help keep the week’s progress consistent. 

Sunday Morning - Sunrise. 

There was no one else awake and you were glad. 

As quietly as you could, you opened your bedroom door and padded into the kitchen area, not bothering to turn the lights on as you grabbed a K-cup and a coffee mug, setting the machine to brew while you grabbed the flavored creamer from the refrigerator. 

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Fire up the grill, my guy and let’s see where this goes.

Things I knew about Frankie before reading this:

1.

Things I know now:

1. He is hot.

2. He does not mess around.

3. Looks even better when he laughs.

4. He sprays his sweatshirts with febreeze.

5. He needs to take his son crab hunting yesterday.

6. He is going to do unspeakable things to me in a bunk bed.

Carry on, sir

No one talk to me.

in any other story, merry would have died in battle or pippin in minas tirith, or frodo would have fallen or sam killed by gollum but tolkien, after facing losses in real life, said: no, this time they live. this time, they all get to live. in a way, the lord of the rings is a love letter to dead soldiers.

tolkien time and again denied characters a death in the battlefield, even if they wanted one.

most notably, eowyn and faramir who came to love each other and found happiness in a life they could have never imagined before. the most humble lives are preferable to the most honorable deaths.

i know most people have seen it but i cant emphasize how much this is literally my favorite breath of the wild clip of all time. also i can never fucking find this clip when i need it especially in high definition so here it is

I do not want my fantasy media to be realistic. I want my fantasy media to be convincing.

That’s an excellent distinction.

Grogu and The Mandalorian 🪐 — Abigail Larson

I feel personally victimized by grogu doodling on his dads lap

Still bothered by the US cultural idea that men can only be non-romantically intimate with one another in war-like or competitive circumstances.

I'm pretty quiet about the fact I'm a transman usually, but holy shit I need to tell you about the culture shock I'm going through because it's blindsiding me.

There's a huge sense of social isolation that comes with being perceived as male, because now people are subconsciously treating me as a potential predator. All strangers, no matter their gender, keep their guard up around me.

It made me realize that there is no inherent camaraderie in male socialization as there is in female socialization—unless, of course, it's in very specific environments. And the fact I don't amnbiently experience this mutual kinship in basic exchanges anymore is an insanely lonely feeling.

You know how badly this would have fucked my mind up if I had grown up with this?

It is 4:30am and I'm mourning the loss of a privilege I didn't even know I had.

Anyway, I'm going to figure out how to navigate this. Don't know how yet, but I'm gonna.

Absolutely, because it's an extremely sticky issue.

Frankly, this is something I would've never understood without living the experience.

It's now blatantly clear to me that most cis men probably experience chronic emotional malnutrition. They're deprived of social connection just enough for it to seriously fuck with their psyches, but not enough for them to realize that it's happening and what's causing it.

It's like they're starving, but don't know this because they've always been served 3 meals...except those meals have never been big enough.

This deprivation comes from all sides of aisle, by the way.

In the case of women: When I'm out in public and interact with women, all of them come off as incredibly aloof, cold, and mirthless. I have never experienced this before even though I know exactly what this composure is—the armor that keeps away creepy-ass men.

As someone who used to wear it myself, I know this armor is 100% impersonal. Nobody likes wearing it, and I can say with absolute certainty that women would dump the armor in favor of unconditional companionship with men if doing this didn't run the risk of actual assault. (Trust me when I say women aren't just being needlessly guarded.)

But I only have a complete understanding of this context because I've experienced female socialization. If I hadn't, I would've thought this coldness was a conspiracy against me devised by roughly half of the human population. Even now, with all that I know about navigating the world as a woman, I'm failing to convince my monkey-brain that this armor isn't social rejection.

And as for male socialization? Again, it seems taboo for a man to be platonically intimate with men for reasons I have yet to fully understand, but I think it boils down to a) the fact society teaches boys that it's not okay to be soft with each other, and b) garden-variety homophobia. Our media only shows men being intimate with one another when they're teamed up against a dire situation, and I'd bet real money it's a huge reason why men gravitate toward activities that simulate being teamed up against an opposing force.

But men are not machines of war. Yes, testosterone absolutely gives you Dumb Bastard Brain, but that just makes you want to skateboard a wagon down a hill or duct-tape your friend to the wall, not kill someone.

The human species looks so much colder standing from this side.

I can see how men might convince themselves that their feelings of emotional desperation is personal weakness as opposed to a symptom they're all experiencing from White Imperialism. Because this human connection, this frith, is as essential for our wellbeing as water is.

So sick. How sick. I want to destroy this garbage.

#I think that’s why there’s that stereotype about men raised by or around women#because they actually know what it’s like to be around women who aren’t afraid and who value platonic intimacy#so they KNOW that it exists and they can get there#versus a ‘man’s man’ who doesn’t even realize it’s a concept#it’s a HUGE fucking problem

Bridgerton S2 plot.

No lies detected

Adopting immediately

I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.

Whoever fucked this up should be stabbed

Today’s your lucky day

Dad and son shenanigans

Are frickin kidding me