So, possibly one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. I mean you know how you hear the “women want him, men want to *be* him” stuff in old movies? Well I’m a man and by *god* I wanted to be this guy. Anyway!
I’m having dinner with my girlfriend at the time, and behind us are a couple on a date. It is.. not going well. Guy was being rather creepy and making some pretty inappropriate comments, the girl doesn’t look at all comfortable.
The girl finishes her appetiser really quickly, my guess is she wanted to get it over with. Guy proceeds to comment on it and says “well, least I know you can swallow right?”. Loudly.
Girl goes red and tells him that isn’t appropriate, he literally waves his hand in a “shoo” type motion and says “oh calm down I was going to find out in a few hours anyway”.
I missed her exact reply as she moved to a hushed tone, but it was fairly obvious what was being said - fuck no, fuck off, fuck this. He responded with “sweetheart I picked you up, I know where you live”. She lost the colour in her face and said nothing.
No. No. Fuck no. I’m one of those “get involved” type of people and there is no way I’m sitting here watching this go down. I get up. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m 23, fighting fit and happy to put that motherfucker through a wall. I may have had a slight temper in my youth. But anyway.
I was halfway out of my chair when a hand came down on my shoulder and I look up to this mid-50s but super fit guy who says “Easy.. I’ve got this one son”. Absolute, total confidence in his voice.. so seeing as my current plan amounted to “stab him in the neck” and I’m already thinking maybe that’s not the best idea, I sit down.
He walks over, grabs a nearby chair, flips it around and sits down with the couple. Then.. he pulls out his police ID and puts it on the table. Now the guy doesn’t have any colour in his face.
Cop: “So, I’m quietly celebrating my daughters birthday with my family when I distinctly hear you threaten this young lady, would you care to explain yourself?”
Guy: “I, ah, well, um, you see..”
Cop: “That’s what I thought. Now see, we take a *very* dim view of that kind of thing, so right now I’m deciding if I want to have some of my buddies come pick you up.”
Guy: “oh no well that…”
Cop: “But that would disrupt everyone’s dinner, so how about you hand me your ID, because I wouldn’t want you running off on me, then you go see one of the staff here and settle your bill.. the full bill now, this young lady shouldn’t go hungry on account of your poor behaviour. Or we can go with the first option, I’ll leave it up to you.”
Guy: “No no! That’s perfectly fine!” \*hands over ID, gets up and walks very quickly in the direction of the counter\*
Cop: \*while writing down the guys details\* “Sorry about that miss, I hope I’m not intruding it just seemed like you could use some help. Oh and don’t worry, if you want to pursue this further I’ll have some of the boys pick him up on his way home, we can definitely take this further.”
Girl: “No, thank you so much, I wanted to run out 30 minutes ago but he drove me here”.
Cop: \*shifts from hardarse cop to comforting father figure in about half a second\* “Well I’m here with my daughter, she’s about your age, perhaps you’d like to finish your meal with us? We can run you home afterwards if you’d like, unless you’d prefer to call someone else?”
Girl: “Oh.. that would be really nice.. thankyou so much!”
\*guy returns, so does the hardarse cop\*
Guy: “Uh so, I’ve paid the bill, if I could have my ID back..”.
Cop: “There you go.. now I have your details right here so I *highly* recommend you don’t go near or contact this young lady ever again.”
Guy: “Yes yes of course, I’m so sorry!”
The guy pretty much fled the restaurant, the girl went and sat with the cop and his family and by the time we left they were still sitting around talking and laughing about random crap.
It was hands down the best way I have ever seen anybody handle any situation, ever. That cop is my hero.
Dude. I hope that man has a great rest of his life.
i think my favorite sheith thing is the fact that its canon that both shiro and keith have this ridiculously strong and loving bond with each other. like, no matter what you think or what you headcanon, nothing will change that. keith loves shiro with his entire being, it’s literally canon. whether you see it as romantic or not, they love each other and will tear the universe apart for one another.
Notes: Day Two of Sheith Positivity Week, Sun/Stars. Still trying to keep these on the happier side of things, but the angst keeps slipping through.
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“Do you remember when we used to sit on my dad’s old tin roof and look at the stars?” Shiro doesn’t answer. He might not even hear Keith speaking. Still trapped in whatever nightmarish memory the large alien at the party had inspired. Keith had seen Shiro’s muscles start to lock up when he spotted the alien’s slimy green hide, and he’d quickly guided him into this side room before he could have a breakdown in public. Now he was just talking without purpose, trying to give Shiro a rope back to the real world for when he was ready, “There was no one for miles and miles. On moonless nights, we could see every star in the sky.”
Those nights were some of his fondest memories. Shiro’s presence warm beside, laughing and pointing out constellations, sometimes coming up with outlandish stories about what they’d find out there when they both became pilots. The stories had ended up fitting reality more closely than either had expected, “Of course, you didn’t always go out there to look at the stars did you.” Keith smiles as he remembers. One full moon night, Shiro had stopped staring at the stars and started staring at him, “You told me I had stars in my eyes. That you didn’t need to look up to see galaxies, when you could just look at me.”
“You-you called me ridiculous,” Shiro says quietly, as if it pains him to speak. Keith sets his hand down between them, were Shiro can reach out and grab hold if he wants. Touching when he hasn’t yet come fully back can have bad results.
“What did you expect? You can’t just spring something like that on a guy with no build up. You embarrassed me.” Keith laughs. Shiro had taken him so off guard that night, he’s surprised he’d been able to say anything at all, “Thank goodness it was dark, or I’d probably looked like a tomato. I don’t think my cheeks have ever felt that hot.”
“You were cute. Your ears turned red.” Shiro’s voice was stronger. A pained smile on his lips.
“You’re biased. You think everything I do is cute.” Keith scooches a little closer, and is rewarded with Shiro leaning in to bump shoulders with him, “You’re lucky I’m secure in my masculinity, or I might be insulted by how much you like to coo at me.”
“I am lucky,” Shiro’s smile disappears leaving only sadness, “I don’t deserve you.”
Keith frown. He hates how Shiro can’t seem to accept that he’s more than worthy of Keith, “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”
“A scarred up killer,” Shiro says, tearing himself down like always.
“The Sun,” Keith reaches out and taps Shiro’s chest right over his heart, “Right here. No matter what happens to you, there is this big ball of warmth you share with everyone you meet. You have every reason to give up, but instead you keep shining your light so others can find there way. You bring hope and strength to your team and your allies.” Keith kisses Shiro’s cheek, “You are my personal Sun, Takashi, and I’m the one who is lucky to have gotten a second chance with you.”
look i’m as absolutely against homophobic tropes as the next person, probably even more so, but like. at the end of the day if every gay character has to be wholesome and unproblematic in order to be a good character gay media is gonna get really bland really fast
i don’t just want “good gay characters/representation” i want a full spectrum of gay characters that encompass even a fraction of the thousands of diverse and complex straight characters in fiction
