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Hangster Sketch Dump!

I've been working on comms, its burthday season in my family, and exhausting myself at my job, so have some sketches done inbetween everything and also just, older stuff I've already posted that I wanted to add cause I love it :)

I've got some Rodeo AU art lined up but I need to add more to it. Fear not, I haven't forgotten that au <3

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“Lieutenant Commander Seresin.”

Hangman always woke up quickly when addressed to, a blessing in the service, a remnant of his childhood. Hangman shot up from where he was hunched over in his desk, a trail of drool on the side of his mouth as he swirled around at his chair to see Cyclone of all people standing beside him.

“Sir,” Hangman said, standing up quickly, and wiping a hand over his mouth. Pointedly ignoring the flash of dizziness that hit him, as he blinked to clear the blurriness still left in his eyes.

“At ease, son,” Cyclone said, brows furrowed. “It’s late, why are you still here sleeping on your desk instead of your bed?”

“Just some paperwork I need to do,” Hangman said, frowning at his dead computer and the piles of paper littered around the desk. “Mission briefs, lesson plans, reports, and all that,” Hangman drawled, sighing. "You know how it is, bein' an admiral and all."

Cyclone looked down at the papers, squinting to skim the contents, “You need to delegate your work among the other Daggers. Hell, some of the work here isn’t due until next week. There’s no reason for you to stay this late, son.”

Hangman shrugged, “Just keepin’ busy, sir,” averting his eyes, and rubbing them.

Cyclone decided to drop it, “Come on kid, I’ll bring you home, pack your stuff up.” Cyclone watched Seresin open his mouth to argue, but it quickly shifted to a yawn. Beau raised a brow at the boy who sheepishly smiled and started packing his stuff.

“It’s all good, sir, I can drive myself home, have a good nig—”

“Not so fast, Seresin, I just saw you pass out at your desk. That’s unusual for you, I’m not letting you drive home. Either I drive you home, or you call one of your friends to take you.” Cyclone said firmly, crossing his arms. He wasn’t going to let his aviator drive exhausted.

It was unsettling to see the dark circles, messed up hair, and rumpled uniform from the usually unflappable, man.

He watched Seresin’s face twist into a grimace before settling into a pout and crossing his arms.

Cyclone ignored the warm feeling that burst through his chest, trying to control the smile tugging at the edge of his lip.

“So what’s it going to be, son?” Cyclone said, voice softer.

He saw the boy’s face scrunch up as he thought for a while. He had never seen Hangman so expressive, but that just shows how tired the younger man was.

“Are ya sure ya good with doing that, sir? Aren’t ya tired an’ busy?” Hangman muttered, averting his eyes.

Beau’s eyes softened as he clasped his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, making sure to telegraph his movements. Seresin looked back at him.

“It’s no problem to me, son, I just want you to be safe. Now come on, pack your stuff and let’s go,” Beau said, patting his shoulder one last time before stepping back to lean against the wall.

Seresin packed his bag and Cyclone tilted his head in a silent order to follow him until they quickly reach his truck. Perks of being the air boss is a close parking slot. He opened the passenger door for Seresin, waving him in as he walked towards the Driver’s side and got settled.

“Thank you, sir,” Jake muttered softly as he fumbled with his seatbelt, eyes blinking as his head started drooping. Beau busied himself with turning on the AC and the radio to fight the urge to reach over and do the seatbelt himself.

“Like I said, it’s no problem, son,” Beau said as he gave Jake a small smile, making the younger man look down and away in embarrassment. 

Beau backed up from the parking slot, and started driving towards the younger man's housing.

Despite the ride only being a couple of minutes, the boy started nodding off, head jerking up a couple of times before he ended up with his head drooped down, leaning forward on his seatbelt, exhaling soft snores in every breath. 

While the light was red, Beau reached out and gently pushed Jake's chest back so he was leaning back on the seat. He held his breath as Jakd mumbled nonsense in his sleep and his head rolled to the side. He huffed a breath of air in relief and impulsively reached out to gently run a hand through the kid’s hair, smiling when he saw his face relaxed and unconsciously lean in.

The light turn green, but instead of driving directly to Jake's housing, he drove to a small chinese food place that he preferred. He parked in the parking lot and made a call to order, glancing every now and then to his sleeping companion to make sure he stays asleep. He requested that they bring the food directly to his car. He tipped the worker well and he drove off.

He knew that it would be best if the boy went to sleep in his own bed, but he couldn’t help but drive around the block a couple of times to allow the kid as much rest as he could give in his car. He could order him to go home, but he can’t order him to sleep or whatever he wants to do off the clock in his own home.

He parked in front of Jake’s apartment complex, and looked over at the boy before he reached over and gently shook his shoulder awake. “We’re here, kid, come on, you’re almost near your bed.” Cyclone said, chuckling softly.

Seresin slowly blinked awake, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm. Looking around a bit disoriented.

“Oh, thanks bossman,” Jake mumbled, stifling a yawn.

“Like I said, it’s no problem, son,” Beau said warmly, reaching over to grab one of the paper bags of food from the back seat. “Here, I know you wouldn’t want to cook after such a long day, so eat up with this,” he said handing the paperbag to the boy who blinked down brows furrowed.

“Ya didn’t have to, sir,” Jake mumbled as he opened the paperbag in his lap to peer inside at the contents.

“I wanted to,” Beau said, simply. “Now go on, go get some rest. That’s an order, Lieutenant Commander,” Beau said, with a bit of steel in his voice.

Seresin simply rolled his eyes at him. Brat.

“Aye, aye, boss,” Seresin said, giving him a lazy two-fingered salute, as he exited the car. “Drive slow, old man, wouldn’t want you passing out from the car’s G-force,” giving Cyclone the typical Hangman smirk, as he walked backwards towards his housing.

It was Cyclone’s turn to roll his eyes.

God, he wasn’t this insufferable when he was in Top Gun, was he?

“Yeah, sure, buddy.” Beau simply deadpanned, shaking his head.

For some reason that just made Seresin smile wider as he turned around fully to open the door.

He made sure to watch Seresin go inside the apartment complex before shifting his car into drive to go to his own home.

Even if today was a tiring day, he couldn’t help, but smile at the warmth that he felt throughout the rest of the day.

—

Jake immediately turned off his alarm as soon as it went off, giving out a sigh before rolling out of bed before starting on his morning routine.

It took after he got dressed to realize that he did not have his truck.

He didn’t drive home from work, he didn’t even have to cook from work, Cyclone drove him, and by extension, fed him. All he did was eat a full meal and pass out.

His truck was on base.

Jake sighed as he resigned himself to paying for an overpriced Uber, before his phone started ringing.

“Seresin,” he quickly answered.

“Are you ready for work?” The familiar voice of his air boss asked.

Jake frowned as he look down at his watch, he wasn’t late. He was far from late.

“I mean, yes, sir, but I’m not late–? Is there somethin’ I’m missin’?” Seresin asked as he quickly went through his agenda for the past couple of days to remember what he had to do today that the air boss had to call him this early in the morning.

He came with a blank.

“Nah, kid, I remembered I drove you home last night, so you didn’t have your car. I was gonna offer you a ride,” his boss paused for a bit. “And breakfast, I’m hungry, and you probably are too.”

Jake frowned, “I wouldn’t want to intrude–”

“You’re not.” Cyclone said, firmly cutting him off, “I’ll be there in 10, unless you have any objections to that?” 

“Negative, sir,” Jake drawled before pausing. “Thank you, Cyclone.”

“No problem, son.”

Cyclone picked him up with no fanfare and he drove them to a small diner he’d never been to before. Cyclone ordered their Big Breakfast Special, and he did the same. Pancakes, a pile of bacon, eggs, sausage patties, house fries, and a toasted english muffin. It was delicious.

“Slow down, kid, we’re not in a rush,” Beau said amused as he hid a smile behind his coffee.

“It’s good!” Seresin exclaimed with childlike glee he’d never seen before.

“You don’t get to eat out often?” 

“Nah, not as much as I used to, don’t have time to eat, ya know?” Jake said, drowning a slice of pancake in syrup before shoving it in his mouth. “Sometimes I just get home, pass out, and wake up just in time to make it to my next shift.”

Beau frowned at that, a sense of unease churning in his chest, “I see…” He trailed off, unsure how to continue this conversation without overstepping. 

“Do you want an extra pancake and sausage patty? I can’t finish it,” Cyclone said, already transferring the food over to the younger man’s plate without even finishing the question.

“T-thank you, sir?” Seresin asked, confused as his eyes darted from his plate to Beau who just went back to munching on his bacon and reading the news on his phone.

His eyes softened when he saw the younger man shrug and dig in from the corner of his eye. The action made him look younger than his years.

He’s going to watch over him from now on, starting with why in the world was he overworking himself at the moment, and how long has it been going on?

“I mean if ya wanted help with managing your cholesterol and blood sugar, sir, you should have just given me the bacon as well,” Jake said, grinning as he shoveled a piece of sausage patty in his mouth.

Beau rolled his eyes as he looked upward and sighed. Why did he decide to accept the posting of dealing with a bunch of hotshot twenty-somethings?

“My cholesterol is fine, I’m not that old,” Cyclone grumbled, leaning back and squinting at the small text on his phone.

“I never said you were old, Admiral, sir,” Jake said, giving Beau a smirk.

Brat

Beau ignored the blinding smile Jake gave when he put two strips of bacon on the younger man’s plate, and flagged the waitress down to order a separate plate of bacon.

“The bacon is going to be shared, Seresin, don’t get too excited,” Beau said, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Sir, yessir,” Jake drawled as he smiled as he put another piece of bacon in his mouth.

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Comments from a Hurt Man

The other day I read the first panel's quote (paraphrased) as a comment from a cis man on a trans man's physical transition.

For some reason, of all the vile things hurled at trans people, this statement in particular stuck with me. It repeated in my head for a week. Probably, it resonated my own fear that cis men see me as a masquerader among them. That they think I don't take it as seriously as my own skin.

So I let the comment rattle around in my skull and out onto paper. Who was this hurt person? Why was he threatened by trans men simply being joyful of their bodies? What more might he say - and what would it really all boil down to in the end?

Idk man it’s so easy to get bogged down in all the bullshit online but when my then-6 year old cousin found out I was trans he said “ok” then corrected my grandma when she misgendered me. I was once the third between a gay man and a lesbian. Two lesbians once invited me back to their place when I presented as a man. I met an AMAB nb butch who looked strikingly to outsiders like a cis man and it was one of the more sapphic experiences I’ve had. I nervously wore a boydyke shirt to pride and got 3 different cis-looking femme folks tell me they loved my shirt. I once told a trans group at a protest that any pronouns were fine for me and one person said “wow, I’m impressed and intimidated by people like that. I don’t know that I could be that chill with pronouns.” I once told a GNC friend I wished I could wear a type of “opposite” gender clothing after I had already transitioned and so it would be associated with my AGAB and he said “You could just do it.” I’ve had cishet men fight cops for me before. The first time I had a doctor ask me if my name was different than what was on my forms I had to try not to cry. Last week, a phone call with a doctor’s office where I am generally cis passing asked unprompted if my name listed is what I want to be called. It touched me then too. I told a lesbian friend once I felt like my attraction to men AND women both felt gay. She said “makes sense.” And we moved on. I go by different pronouns in different circles. I’ve had gay women love my facial hair. I’ve had gay men like my tits. It’s all out there, I promise. It can be hard to find it but I promise there is community like you and community who likes you. And it’s more messy and beautiful than tumblr discourse makes it out to be.