#Does anyone think to themselves before reading a story “God I hope this is going to be the most violent thing I've ever read?”

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

"Where's that DAMN most violent Wolverine story ever told?"

#Marvel #Comics #Sfw #This story might well actually be very good but good lord this cover is trying very hard to be the Worst Parts of The 90's #Does anyone think to themselves before reading a story “God I hope this is going to be the most violent thing I've ever read?” #Not blaming the writer or artist for this to be clear but the marketing team needs to be told this is not Youngblood

[unpretty]

please imagine these bullet points as a series of posts made over the course of a semester in 2015, copied from the tumblr tag i made specifically to bitch about my econ/business government and society professor:

lmao econ prof arguing against the fda

we are also supposed to subscribe to the wall street journal for this class ahahaha like hell

I spoke up about this godawful climate change article and about how literally every fact I tried to check was wrong, he tried to argue that wasn’t the point of the article but it totally was

“Does anyone watch Fox News” this class in a nutshell

the professor in the class i hate is talking about how jesus would love capitalism because it has lifted so many people out of poverty

he’s complaining about progressive income tax lmao god i hate this class

LET THE FREE MARKET DECIDE unless the free market makes an anti-corporate decision, then consumers have been misinformed and the activists responsible should be ashamed of themselves

I hope everyone’s ready for Shitty Class Liveblogging because now he’s claiming that gas prices will never go back up and gas will always be cheap from now on and also peak oil is a lie

Now he’s talking about the story of Jonah and the whale as relates to this article he saw in the Wall Street Journal. Across the class, I see a girl squint into the middle distance and mouth the word, “what.”

“is it okay to fire a pizza delivery person who doesn’t want to drive to a bad neighborhood”

this is the literal worst and most bullshit explanation of utilitarianism I have ever experienced oh my god. for the purposes of this class we are supposed to ignore ‘for the greatest number’ as an aspect of utilitarianism. just. completely altering the basic foundation of utilitarianism as an idea. apparently the free market didn’t like the actual definition so they changed it.

THIS PROFESSOR IS PRO-ENRON I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING RIGHT NOW THIS IS A REAL THING #FREE MARKET IT WAS LEGAL FREE MARKET

“I don’t think we have very many people in the United States dying because they couldn’t afford medication” actual quote from this professor right now

lmao i’m in the class i hate, he’s complaining about net neutrality now

This just in: poor people are poor because they make bad decisions, the wealth gap can be eliminated by teaching poor people how to play the stock market. This is a real thing that he apparently gives presentations about. He gets paid to tell people this.

Shitty professor isn’t going to be there tomorrow but he wants us to come in anyway to listen to a lecture on CD. Not one of his, just generally. Like, a home learning thing he bought. We asked if he could just put it on Blackboard but he said he didn’t know how to put a CD on Blackboard.

lmao I fucking knew this was the great courses. this professor is off at a conference telling people to teach the poor to trade stocks and he’s just having us sit here listening to an audiobook course he paid for about philosophy.

shitty professor is arguing the necessity of child labor in third world countries because otherwise the children would starve and be prostitutes. yes those are definitely the only two options.

oh my god he just argued that the rich are a minority protected by the constitution

I was really embarrassed about getting a 67 out of 85 on this Business, Government, and Society test but then it turned out the class average was 40 and I got the highest grade in the class. My strategy of always picking the answer I find most morally reprehensible is going well for me.

Monopolies aren’t actually that bad! Also, unions are monopolies, which is bad. (i was the only one who got a lot of the essay questions right so I had to read them in class it was awful)

libertarian economist professor gets really emotional about animals and i think he just argued that if elephants were privately owned they wouldn’t be poached because no one poaches cows

It’s my last week in the class I hate before finals and I’m pretty sure he’s arguing that the Enron scandal happened because there was too much government regulation

oh my god he’s arguing that enron was trying to do california a favor by pointing out a flaw in their system (by exploiting it) h my god he’s not even addressing the fraud in their accounting this whole class has been leading up to his passionate defense of fucking enron

#original #he had nothing to do with the candy bar that was just a very funny punchline to my student loans

[thepenultimateword]

Soulmates Prompt List

I hope it’s ok if I use the red string in some of these prompts. Since it’s cultural, I don’t want to appropriate it or anything; I’ve just read so many fun soulmates stories based around that concept lately that I thought it would be fun to write some prompts.

1. The red string will guide you to your soulmate when you are in close proximity (within a few miles) to them. Unfortunately, [A]’s leads them to a funeral. Fortunately, they’re a necromancer.

2. Pirate’s red string has always led them into the sea. They always figured that meant that they were “married” to their sea life. That is until one day the string goes tight and they are pulled overboard and find a merperson on the other end, desperately trying to bite the string free.

3. People don’t have just one soulmate. There are many potential soulmates depending on the path one follows. Villain has take advantage of this fact after realizing that their powers are strengthened with each soulmate’s soul they devour. They don’t care much for losses, much preferring their position as a ruler and almost god. That is until they until they meet Hero, the first soulmate they’ve ever cared to spare.

4. Soulmates know each other at first sight. It’s sort of ZING! Or a ZANG! Or something like that. [A] was always told they couldn’t miss it, but now [B] is looking at them like they were just electrocuted and [A]…felt nothing.

5. Thief sees the words mid-heist. The words they never told anyone but wrote on their arm at 13 during soulstice to be able to recognize their soulmate one day. However, even with proof, Detective seems to think Thief is making up another one of their deceptions to escape. Or maybe they’re just in deep deep denial.

6. [A] is cursed to remember and [B] is cursed to forget. They are Soulmates in every life but not always successful ones. Turns out [B] only regains their memories of past lives when [A] succeeds in making them fall in love with them once again. It’s a tiring thing, wooing their love in every life, but it’s more painful to be forgotten.

7. Fate has already chosen matches for each person, but that does not stop some people from trying to “steal” soulmates, ignoring the rules that forbid flirting with anyone not prearranged for them. In fact, quite a few people have started claiming that soulmates should be a choice, but can anyone really defy fate?

8. Soulmates appear in each other's dreams the night before they meet in person. After such a dream, [A] recognizes [B] immediately, and from the look on [B]'s face when they lock eyes, they recognize them right back. So why are they lying and claiming they've never seen [A] before?

9. People used to be born with predestined matches, a matching mark appearing somewhere on their skin upon first meeting. But one day it simply stopped, so humankind had to manufacture it themselves. Now, upon birth, every baby is implanted with a device--they are legally required to upload all personal data to the device's cloud throughout their life--to simulate such a mark, only to activate upon contact with a compatible match. The ways of spontaneous soulmates are now only a story of the past. [A] is fully invested in the technology, however, [B] doesn't believe humankind should have ever messed with the decisions of fate.

10. In a post-apocalyptic world, [A] expected their soulmate to be dead. Not that it mattered anymore. Almost everyone was dead. And love was not going to keep them alive. But when a thief sneaks into their safe house and tries to steal supplies, [A] tackles them to the ground, catching a glimpse of the soul mark on the thief's neck just as it fades. Their soulmate still exists. And the feelings that come with that knowledge are very confusing.

#creative writing #prompt #writing prompt #short prompt #prompt list #soulmates #soulmate fic #fiction #writeblr #writblr #soulmate au

[citrenecult]

Hear me out, what if, instead of JUST Narinder, another bishop decided to betray their siblings to fight along side him?

I'll let you decide who it is.

It’s funny how both of these are almost the same XD

This is a little hard for me to fully realize as, depending on which siblings it is, the au would turn out very different from each other.

So I’ll throw out my general thoughts for each sibling.

Leshy I can see siding with Narinder very easily. He is close with and looks up to his brother, while also very naive and trusting. Because I see Narinder’s betrayal and eventually downfall as his own undoing rather than all the bishops turning on him, I can see him manipulating his younger brother onto his side. Leshy at the time of the betrayal is very malleable and moldable, feed him a certain story and he’d believe it.

I think once actual harm as been done to his other siblings does he start to think maybe Narinder is in the wrong but because he’s younger and Narinder has a tight grasp over Leshy, the young god still chooses to follow after him. After all, by been an accomplice to the betrayal, the other bishops wouldn’t want him back, right?

Shamura is another one I can see siding with Narinder, but that is mostly because Shamura loves Narinder and wants to help him in any way they can. Due to their prophetic abilities, they have been plagued by visions of Narinder turning in the rest of the bishops and hurting the family they worked hard to cultivate, so going along with Narinder schemes in hopes to maybe convincing him otherwise would have the best idea in their mind.

I don’t think it would have worked out well for any of them in the end.

Kallamar was not a coward before the betrayal, but he was and is weak-willed. He is bendable, as well as breakable. He probably overheard whatever Narinder was planning and and freaked out.

Kallamar, as Narinder’s elder brother (in my imagining), tried to steer Narinder off that path to no avail. Narinder could probably threaten him to a continued silence and roped him his plans whether or not Kallamar truly wanted to participate. By the time the betrayal happened, Kallamar is well informed but too afraid to warn the others. When he finally had the courage to do so, it had been far, far too late.

Heket is a tricky one because I can’t see her and Narinder really have that stable of a relationship to really warrant her siding with Narinder. But what if…

(im jumping a jumping a shark here)

Okay, idea. Heket and Narinder team up willingly in hopes to take over the old faith? Heket has anger issues and Narinder’s growing bitterness could have them work together towards a common goal, even if they convince themselves they are only out for themselves. Even if the betrayal goes awry, it could be a bonding experience for the two.

I’m thinking the phrase “misery loves company” when it comes to this.

Anyways, those are my thoughts. If anyone else has thoughts I’d love to read them! As it stands though, I’m going to sleep✌️

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl the one who waits #cotl leshy #cotl shamura #cotl kallamar #cotl heket #cotl au #au concepts #my stuff #answered asks

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Really excited for how your brotherly love series will go. And I just love how you included Tim and Jason because they’re my faves.

Can’t wait to read about some bonding between Jason and the reader

Sorry this is gonna be a long ass ask because there’s just a lot of things I want to comment on and ask.

There’s so many avenues you can explore. I’m kind of surprised only Damian is the only one who decides to take up crime fighting while the twin is fine with staying behind and exploring the mansion. One question I have is does the reader ever feel as if they’re living in Damian’s shadow? Like especially since Bruce bonds with Damian since Damian has taken up the mantle of Robin, then I’m gonna assume that Dick and Tim also spend time training their successor. Between training, vigilante duties, and time running Wayne Enterprises, that doesn’t leave a lot of free time. Does the reader ever feel left out/ignored or that Damian is the favorite? Or in other words, since the reader hasn’t thrown a tantrum that they’re stuck at the manor and they mainly seem to keep to themselves, do Bruce, Dick, and Tim seem to think Damian is a higher flight risk/the twin that is more reckless and needs more attention?

Poor reader. It hit a little close to home on the insecurities of being irritating/a nuisance to those your love.

Two, I think it’s so sweet that the reader was able to open up to Alfred that Damian yelled at them. I love how at least one of the Wayne’s is able to be open and express their emotions in a healthy way.

Three, you know how DCAU’s Batman vs Robin, Damian has a hard time getting past the security system. Idk but especially since Damian is the one who took up the mantle of Robin and it seems as if his primary focus is on training, I think it’d be such a funny thing to see him frustrated that his twin can bypass the security system with ease when the last time they picked up a sword or did any kind of conditioning was months ago before they lived with Bruce. And even Bruce, Dick, and Tim are scratching their heads since they thought you were the more well behaved and quiet one they didn’t have to worry about.

Damian: *fuming* I trained 18 hours every day for the past two months and couldn’t bypass the electric fence. How were you able to get pass the security system and then travel all the way to another country without any one detecting you until you got back?

Reader: *shrugs* don’t know. Maybe you’re rusty.

Next point, I mean especially since you mentioned that Jason’s eyes were an unnatural shade of green and he has that white streak in his hair, you can have the reader get inspired after hearing Jason’s story. They sneak away from the manor and try to (or successfully??) revive Ra’s by digging up their grandparents corpse and dunking it in the Lazarus pit.

That would be such an interesting parenting moment between Bruce and the reader. Poor Bruce can’t catch a break. He has to sit one kid down to explain why murder is not justice and then talk to the other kid that death is a natural part of life and it is not normal and somewhat questionably unethical to sneak out of the house to dig up your grandfather’s corpse and dip them in a magical lake to bring them back to life

Bruce: *sitting across from the reader rubbing his temples* so hypothetically if your hamster died, would you dunk it in a Lazarus pit because you missed them

Reader: I don’t know. I’ve never had a hamster.

But judging by your tone, I assume you want me to answer no..? You told Damian it was wrong to kill Deathstroke to take revenge for killing grandfather. Hypothetically, if if a very very very bad parakeet killed your hamster—

Bruce: dear god you’ve spent way too much with Jason

Anyways sorry to bug you with the long ass ramble. Hope some of it made sense. Bottom line, I’m looking forward to what comes next and if you ever need a beta reader or just want to spitball/brainstorm with anyone I’m all ears

You were not bugging me at all, I'm so glad that you enjoyed my story!!<333.

(I hope I make sense in this I have issues explaining things so bear with me)

To go over some of your topics, I feel that Damian is more career driven and felt comfortable being Robin because his life was spent being trained to be an assassin. I feel as if the reader is taking a break from the life they were forced to have by trying to live a "normal" life at the Manor. I will now go more into the topics of reader's insecurities, as we know they feel like they are annoying the people they are around, after a while they start to see how everyone is treating Damian like a normal person, whilst they are being treated like a child(even though they are), and they start to think that since Damian has been proving himself they just like him more. Everyone in the Manor does love them though, it's just Damian has hobbies in common with them so they feel that they have more to talk about(Wayne enterprises/Vigilante work), plus reader just stopped hanging out with everyone so how can people get to know them?

Yes, I wanted the reader to be able to have a healthy coping mechanism such as talking, literally all of the batfam has bad issues with talking except for Jason because homeboy goes to therapy(he too is an ex emotionally constipated person). Also yes reader does just have that magic touch, they are an Al-Ghul/Wayne, everyone knows reader was trained the exact same as Damian so it's a little bizarre that they are so good at something after being away from their training.

The reader is much aware of Ra's dips in the Lazarus pit and how it's kept him alive all these years, but I think that they understand that there is no help for Ra's, just like Talia said "the pit can't help a body that far gone"(or something), the reader is a little upset that after Jason had been beaten and put in a building with a bomb that the Lazarus pit still had a way to revive him(Reader and Damian both love animals and have definitely been in trouble for reviving random animals with dips in the pit LMAO). Reader, Damian, and Talia all share the same hatred for Deathstroke and all want him gone, whilst Damian and Talia are attempting to find and kill Deathstroke, reader just sits back because they know Talia has it handled. After spending time with Jason and sympathizing with him about his death, Bruce realizes that reader is all for getting revenge on people, they never did anything about Deathstroke but fully agree and understand Jason's reasoning behind wanting the Joker dead.

This actually meant so much, I'm sososososo glad you enjoyed Pt.1 of Brotherly Love!!! I have had a terrible night and this made it better!!!<33

( I definitely projected in this story, does anyone else have sibling issues?)

....Much love, Strangeshoepatrolbandit....

#x reader #batman #bruce wayne #damian wayne x batsis #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul #jason todd x reader #jason todd #batfam x batsis #batfamily #bat family #batboys #batfam #batkids #batbros #the batfamily

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

I want Jessie's Girl

Panda’s Notes: I will probably never stop writing these guys. >w< I hope you all like it. Also, Pop Quiz! Between Miles and Gwen, which one is "Jessie", and which one's "the girl"? I'll give you a hint: You're wrong. Thanx to @rosileeduckie for beta reading, as usual. >w<

[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

Miles and Gwen were so cute. The way they thought so alike and acted so in sync on missions and in combat, only to go back home and stumble all over themselves trying to hold one conversation with each other. They steal chips off each other’s plates and give chaste little kisses like they’re doing something scandalous. Or scared of each other, somehow. Even when they held hands, they acted giddy. Miles tried so hard to hide the goofy grin that lit his face up when she cuddled against him, and Gwen could never tear her eyes away from him, no matter what he was doing.

The puppy love was saccharine and cozy. It stuck to the walls and made the room feel warm.

And it was also making Hobie fucking sick.

He bit his tongue and winced. He felt a little bad for even thinking it.

It was criminal, though, wasn’t it? Being cute and coy all the time; hanging out in his dimension all the time instead of either of theirs. And gods, it really was like they were here all the time. Definitely more often than before. When he looked at them, they were always worlds away, sparing him the slightest glances before falling to whispers and returning to their skittish patterns.

Hobie grit his teeth and gave an exaggerated sigh, leaning on the neck of his guitar. “Oi, I can play some music if you two are gonna dance around each other all feckin’ night.”

Miles cringed with a shy chuckle, and Gwen glared at him with the least intimidating blush on her cheeks. It was more of a pout than a glare, and Miles sneakily poked her cheek, giving a spooked sort of giggle when she turned to him instead. Gross.

Hobie glanced between them patiently. His eyes rolling halfway off his head was patience, trust.

“Right.” He clapped sharply, drawing their attention as he stood up. “I think I see what the problem is here.” He sauntered around the coffee table, and only Gwen knew to be wary of his approach. “You lot are all nervous because you don’t actually know each other that well, yeah?”

“We know each other…” Miles scoffed, crossing his arms. “At least, it’s been easier getting to know each other since, well, everything.”

Hobie stuck his tongue out, waving his hand a bit dismissively. “Don’t go flatterin’ yourself, Brooklyn. Unlike some folks, I’ve spent more than a couple of days with Gwendy, here, and she could hardly say two words about ya besides how cool you were and how brave and—” Halfway through his speech, Gwen had hopped to her feet and flailed at him indignantly, and he laughed lightly as he blocked her attempts to punch him or shove his face. “And, yet, somehow, the entire time, she was all doe-eyes smitten despite knowing, like, three whole stories from you.”

Gwen gave up her efforts with an exasperated whine, pulling the hood on her sweatshirt—It was actually one of Hobie’s old jumpers, he corrected himself—over her head to hide her blushing face as she fell back onto the couch. Miles was just staring at her, that same adorable grin stuck turning his face into the brightest light in the room.

“I’ll be honest with you, mate: I had thought she was out of her mind being so hooked on someone she barely knows.” He couldn’t help smirking when Miles averted his gaze, and he crossed his arms smugly. “I admit, though: If it had to be anyone, I’m glad it’s you. You meet the hype, so to speak.”

Miles looked proud of himself, though he tried poorly to hide it. Hobie could just barely spot the little grin on Gwen’s lips behind her hood and hands.

“Still, there’s the matter of not knowing much.” Hobie clapped his hands again before cracking his knuckles. “Gwendy passed on some cute little anecdotes about a ‘family cookout incident’. Told me the one about you trying to prank your parents…” He walked around to the back of the couch, leaning on it and resting his chin on his arms. “But, tell me, bruv, what has she told you about herself?”

Miles somehow grew even brighter. “Oh, man, when she first came to my dimension, she told me about some of her first fights; it was pretty cool.”

Hobie leveled a smug look at Gwen, moving one hand to ruffle her hair under the hood. “Nah, Miles, not shit about Spider-Woman. Stuff about Gwen.”

Miles hesitated a little, his eyes darting to Gwen. Hobie pretended not to notice. Gwen just rolled her eyes and nodded subtly. Hobie pretended not to notice that too.

“Well~ I do happen to know she has pretty good taste in Puerto Rican food.” He smiled slightly as Gwen giggled. “She’s really weak to anti-humor, and her slack subject is English, apparently. And, uh…” He withered under the unamused look on Hobie’s face.

“Damn, she was right; you are fuckin’ dorky, mate.” Hobie sneered as Miles gasped in mostly fake offense.

“You called me a dork?!” He asked Gwen in disbelief, and she snickered a bit shyly.

“You’re my dork, though!” She insisted, only to still get a pillow bounced off of her head.

Hobie caught it without really looking; his eyes were rolling too hard to look at anything. These two were going to make his teeth fall out. He casually whacked Miles with the pillow before sighing loudly.

“Guess I have to do everything around here, as usual.” He huffed a bit playfully, pushing himself up and walking back to the chair in the corner. “I can tell ya a thing or two about her, if you want to listen.”

Miles couldn’t help the way his eyes lit up, even if he kept the rest of his face cool and collected. Gwen glared at Hobie warily, but she crossed her arms and didn’t move to stop him.

Pretty rookie mistake for someone who was Hobie’s roommate for so long. He couldn’t even try to keep the sneer off his face.

“February. Dye Job.” He said shortly, just to see if she’d react.

“Oh, my god.” Gwen groaned, hands flying up to cover her face as she let out a laugh. “Seriously, Hobie?”

“First time she wanted to dye her hair—in my bathroom, by the by, in case you care—she didn’t think to tell me, or anyone, really. Just got a bottle from one of the li’l underground markets. No box, funny enough, so no instructions. ‘m sure she just told them she’d ‘figure it out’ and handed off the five quid.”

“I paid you back for it!”

“Oh, you paid back plenty beside the money, love. The look on your face—” Hobie laughed, waving one hand. “Miles, when I came home, I’d thought someone had offed the poor thing. Red stains, tracked across the floor. Handprints on counters and both of the sinks. Nothing if not thorough, this one—”

“I said I was sorry!”

“—I found her with the worst, patched-up job I’d seen in a while. Looked like she’d been beaten over the head, I swear. I had to talk her into the powder pink, just so I wouldn’t get any more heart attacks if she messed it up again.”

He grinned as he leaned on one hand. Miles’ eyes were on him with absolutely rapt attention while one hand rubbed reassuringly along Gwen’s back. She was hiding in her hood again, curled up on the couch with her head resting against Miles’ leg. She was so cute, and he really was so kind.

“Actually, I still have the pictures.” Hobie remembered, tearing his eyes away from the pair of them and pushing himself up.

Gwen sprang up so fast, it triggered Hobie’s Spider-Sense. “You do not have that fucking picture.”

Hobie snickered a bit deviously, reaching up to the top of a shelf and pulling a binder from behind a heavy-duty band. “All Spiders have a thing for photos, love. And I always keep a little dirt in my pocket.”

“I told you to burn those!” Miles started to stand as Gwen lunged, apparently unsure if he should stop her or not.

“Yeah, and I didn’t.” Again, while hardly looking, Hobie held the photo album up over his head as he tried to hold Gwen at arm’s length with his free hand. “C’mon, now, I won’t even show him the one where you cried about it!”

“Why do you have a picture of me crying?!” She got ahold of his sleeve before lunging to grab his vest and try to reach his outstretched arm.

“It was, like, two seconds before you started laughing!” Hobie argued, starting to laugh a bit himself. “And you were cu—Oi, quit that!” His voice started to break into giggles when Gwen switched tactics to tickling up his side just under his vest, and his arm started to come down as he tried to shove her back. In a quick—almost reckless—motion, he gave the binder a very slight toss, using a shot of web fluid to stick it to the ceiling before scooping Gwen up into his arms. She squealed brightly and tried to flail, reaching out to Miles before Hobie hooked his arm across her ribs.

“Aw, Gwendy, thank you for reminding me!” Hobie laughed, waving Miles a bit closer with his free hand. “Miles, my guy, did she tell you that she’s…ticklish?”

“I didn’t tell him that because it’s not true!” She tried to insist, trying to squirm out of his hold much more now that the apparent plan was revealed.

Miles’ grin turned a bit more mischievous as he slipped his hands into his jacket pockets. “She actually did not tell me that. Wonder why~”

“Why, indeed, lovely?” Hobie teased, letting his free fingers wiggle where he knew she could see. “Could it be that she wants to hide how much of a squeaky mess she is when she laughs?”

“Fuck you…” She whined through stifled giggles, shrinking away from his fingers as best she could. Which is to say, not at all.

“Little rude for someone who’s totally not ticklish, eh?” He let his fingers sneak slowly under her chin to scribble his nails gingerly along her neck, and he sneered a bit as she tried and failed to contain the much stronger giggles. “Little rude considering I know all your favorite little spots.”

“Oh, do you?” Miles snickered softly, nudging Hobie with his elbow as Gwen kicked halfheartedly.

“I do, yeah. Matches up with a few a’ yours, actually.” He taunted, his hand moving quickly to Miles’ neck and skittering up behind his ear. He smiled as Miles flailed away from him with a squeak, readjusting his hold on Gwen. “And as for you, Ghost, you wanna tell him the truth? Or do you want me to show him?”

Gwen was still barely keeping it together; she pulled her hood to hide her face, but she’d all but ceased any real struggle. “I-I’m not telling—Hobie!”

He hadn’t let her finish that one, curling his hand into a claw and digging into her stomach. The squeal he managed to rip out of her was phenomenal, and her head tipped back onto his shoulder as she laughed loudly. She kicked with a renewed effort, her hands grabbing at the arm restraining her instead of the one attacking. Hobie held her tighter, closer, and he smirked playfully as each skitter, pinch, and squeeze of his fingers tuned the notes in her laughter.

The only issue—if one could really call it that—was when he turned his head.

The look on Miles’ face was pure, soft adoration for poor Gwen; the way one looks at a little kitten curling up in their arms. When his eyes fell on Hobie, they changed; apparently, in bringing light to this barely hidden little secret, Hobie had hung the moon and stars by hand all on his own. It felt like an adrenaline shot to the heart, maybe an electric shock.

Hopefully, he was just imagining things.

…Miles does have beautiful eyes though.

“Oi, Miles, c’mere.” He beckoned just a bit teasingly, much to Gwen’s squeaky protests when Miles reached to goose her hips. “There’s just one more little thing I’ve got to let you in on, Peter Pan.” Hobie practically purred, and Miles flinched a little as he effortlessly blocked the elbow Gwen swung at his head. “And that right there is why I’m not gonna regret it, too.”

“Hobie, please!” She laughed, wiping her cheek with her sleeve and kicking lightly at Miles when he poked her again. Even when they weren’t tickling her, she couldn’t come down; she held the back of her hand to her mouth, but the giggles refused to stop.

Hobie chuckled, finally letting her feet touch the floor, and in an obviously practiced maneuver, both of his hands were suddenly on her stomach, one of them quickly finding her bellybutton while other mostly kept her balanced.

Not that it really helped. She shrieked, bubbly giggles turning into cacophonous cackles as her knees buckled almost instantly.

“Hobie!” Miles fake-scolded with a laugh, catching Gwen easily and guiding her as she let herself “fall” to the floor. “You’re just being mean now.”

“I mean, a little.” He admitted as he knelt closer to keep contact, scribbling his fingers much more purposefully while Gwen squealed and hid her face. “But I think I’ve almost…got it!” The pause had come from him sneakily raising his hands just enough to claw them suddenly into her lower stomach again. And finally, he got the true reveal he was hoping for in the form of loud snorts starting to break up her cackles. Miles’ eyes lit up once again, and Gwen finally gave up on hiding. She avoided Miles’ loving gaze, her cheeks dappled red like paint drops on canvas as Hobie’s scribbling fingers slowly dialed her back down to snort-filled giggles before lifting away.

“And me without my camera.” Hobie said softly, a fond grin taking over his face. “What a shame. ‘f it were up to me, I’d show you how bad raspberries get to her, but I suppose I shouldn’t kill the poor thing.” He gave Gwen’s stomach a firm pat before pushing himself up onto his feet.

“That was pretty cute though.” Miles said gently, taking one of Gwen’s hands to kiss her knuckles and snickering as she pawed at his sleeve. “What do you think, Gwanda? You have fun?” He teased.

She tugged him closer by his jacket, her voice still tangled in giggles. “Hobie screams when you tickle his feet.” She said, firm and deliberate.

Hobie let out a laugh that was more of a shocked cough. “Gwendy! Thought you was only tryin’ to tell him the truth and all.” He laughed dismissively, shaking his head until he saw Miles grinning mischievously. He gave a smirk of his own, crossing his arms. “You’ll never catch me.” He shrugged casually.

Miles made a move to stand, and Hobie’s Spider Sense prickled sharply. Okay, he was serious. Without much of a second thought, he bolted for the door, vaulting over the railing and starting to swing up to the highest point on his boat. Turnabout is definitely fair play, but Hobie was never one to give an easy win.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Miles had hardly gotten one foot flat on the floor when Hobie sprinted like the devil was on his heels. Miles snickered, letting himself relax for now as he pulled Gwen to her feet.

“So…?” She asked expectantly. “Not exactly according to plan, but…” She gave a shrug, smiling softly.

Miles chuckled, shaking his head as he grinned. “Nah, you were still right. He’s kind of adorable, in his own way.”

“Right? Don’t let him hear you say it though.” She giggled, squeaking when Miles suddenly poked her and socking him in the arm.

“We should still probably wait a little longer, though. He seemed, like, nervous?” Miles led her slowly, thinking she might still need her balance back.

“You’re probably right…” Her face lit up with mischief as she jogged past him for the door. “For now, though—”

She didn’t bother to finish, vaulting over the railing outside and firing a web up toward the roof with Miles trailing not far behind. She knew all of Hobie’s favorite escape routes.

#a panda writes a thing #tickling #hobie brown #atsv tickle #miles morales #gwen stacy #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse

[nicosraf]

Hi! I saw your tweet about reading Angels Before Man for the Trans Rights Readathon (which I will absolutely do, I'm so excited 😍) and I wanted to ask if any of the characters in the book are trans too? 🏳️‍⚧️

Hello! I was going to answer jokingly/cryptically by saying, "All of them," but I'm having a lot of feelings because of what's going on for trans rights in the U.S. so I'm going to be serious aha. Big warning for moderate spoilers though. Sorry!

First, I'm kind of surprised that people have read the angels in ABM to be cis men. They're not. None of them. I kept it purposefully subtle because it's book 1 and gender is a human concept that will be introduced later, along with the angels' struggle to see themselves in a binary that will be imposed onto them. The trilogy, at its core, is about gender. It's all just a convoluted story about enfleshment as gender. Lucifer and Uriel's discomfort with their bodies is about dysphoria.

Also, I didn't actually think I was subtle. Lucifer says "cock and cunt" twice, and the very lyrical language regarding sex in the book (ex. ‘Here, you’re like the pistil of a flower.’ Fingers searching, exploring — ‘petals, here.’) is because angels are, in simpler terms, intersex. Though they don't have a concept of gender or even sex in ABM, so they wouldn't use that term or understand themselves to be anything other than, well, angels. The title is actually a silly little nod to this: "Angels Before Man": angels before male, angels before masculine-gender.

Does this mean all angels are genderless, though, and if they better understood pronouns, would they all use "they"? Nope. This will happen later, but some angels will try and place themselves on the binary of human-gender and others will think of themselves as trans in a more familiar way. That said, they will all have gender issues, hence why I like to say they're all trans.

And while I'm at it, God is also not a cis man. Relevant lines in ABM: "My womb is built from will," and "She, who was Father."

Basically, there's a lot of gender fuckery going on and it's going to get way more blatant once humanness gets introduced.

And just in case anyone's curious, I'm not pulling this out of nowhere. One interpretation for the dual-narrative of creation in Genesis is that Adam was originally made intersex in the image of God – God and the angels, if you interpret the "our" to be God and the angels (which I have):

Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image..." (Genesis 1:26)

So God created mankind in his own image,     in the image of God he created them;     male and female he created them. (Genesis 1:27)

Oh, also, I'm trans. I feel like I haven't mentioned that on here sksksjkfdl but yes I hope this gives you a good answer? Angels Before Man is about gender, and the following books are also about gender. It's ridiculously gay and trans, and it's going to get even more so.

I hope you enjoy reading! But please consider donating to trans organizations and checking in on your trans friends too. Things are rough.

#Book 2 Lucifer looks at the camera and says Wow I love being trans and gay #but seriously I always laugh when someone says this book has “all men” #not ONE man in this book i fear #anyway #thank you for the ask! #and i hope you enjoy reading :) #TRANS RIGHTS!!!! #angels before man #ask #mine #transrightsreadathon

[meggie-stardust]

20 Questions for fic Writers!

Tagging myself via @lucky-bishop because I'm half bored, half a bit loopy on benadryl... And same suggestion; if anyone else wants to do this, say I tagged you <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 73?! Wow that surprised me.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 403,636

3. What fandoms do you write for? These days, mostly Teen Wolf, but I've written a lot for Merlin, Percy Jackson, BBC Sherlock, Gundam Wing, and assorted others over the years.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Acts of Man (Merlin/Arthur, Merlin): On the morning of their Annual pre-Christmas Dinner, Merlin is shocked to find out that Gwen thinks his boyfriend, Arthur, isn't good enough. But after a glimpse into Merlin's quirky flat, Gwen realizes that she might not have the whole story. 2. Nightmares (Jason/Percy, PJO): Percy feels lost and alone after returning from Tarartus. And if that's not bad enough, he can't sleep without having horrifying nightmares. Luckily for Percy, Jason is the one person not avoiding him, and the one person that has offered to help. 3. Looking for the Thing We Lost (Stiles/Peter, Teen Wolf): But the thing is that Stiles had already been forgotten by everyone. 4. Here I Am (Stuck in the Middle With You) (Jason/Percy, PJO): Percy and Jason's mission gets derailed when they find themselves trapped in a room with no way out. Luckily, they find a way to pass the time… 5. Know How A Man Becomes a Beast (Stiles/Peter, Teen Wolf): Peter took a steadying breath and stepped into room. He held up his hands and walked forward slowly, the way he would approach any wild animal. “Stiles. It’s gonna be ok.”

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I try to, even it take a while -- at least on my newer fics. I haven't gone back to things from like 10 years ago to reply to old comments that I missed, but I try to keep up. I want people to know I appreciate the time they've taken to read and react to my fic, and you never know if you're going to connect with someone new and make a new fandom friend.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Give Me Pure Energy (Stiles/Peter): the alternative season 2 where Stiles craves some normalcy and befriends a new kid in his econ class, only to realize that maybe they both want more from each other than just a simple friendship. This is a super darkfic anyway, and has the kind of ending that's happy only if you're ok with all the awful things that Peter does during the fic... but generally, I like my angst with a happy ending so this is the best I can do.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Oh gosh, so many of my fics have happy endings... that's how I like em... uhhh. I'm going to go with one of my all time favorites:

Stuck Between Stations (Stiles/Peter): the one where Peter and Stiles are stuck in a time-loop inside The Wild Hunt.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have been so lucky to not get much hate. If people are talking about my work behind my back, it's not getting back to me. And aside from an odd comment or two, I've gotten through about 20 years of fandom without having to deal with random hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes. I've written m/m, m/f, f/f, and, I think an m/m/f once... but I'm into all sorts of things and have fun writing about it

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have in the past; a Harry Potter/BBC Sherlock x-over that got abandoned. I've also done a few prompt challenges that lead to crossovers/fusions like SPN meets MJN Air, etc.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? god, I hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have been so lucky to have a few of my fics translated into different languages. It's always such an honor, and I give full permission for people to translate my work as long as they connect it back to mine on AO3.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have but it's been ages. And I think there may be someone *cough*@punchedbymarkesmith*cough* that would be great to collaborate with if an opportunity presented itself...

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Steter it would seem. I've been reading and writing it since 2016...!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I fully intend to finish It's Only Forever, but I've used some of the ideas for it in other things, so I know it will be hard to get back into where I was going with it. I don't want to abandon it, but it's been a few years... le sigh.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good with dialogue, especially banter. I think I'm also great at taking a small detail from canon and using that to world build something different.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Oh, that's easy: action and mystery. I really wish I could write a good casefic or mystery plot, and I just can't. I have to distract and misdirect at the end... I have to do the same with the action, too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't trust myself. I might confer with someone who speaks that language if it was really needed, but I would probably do something like:

"Wow, I can't believe you survived that helicopter crash," he said in Spanish.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing, followed my Newsies and Harry Potter.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I already gave a call out to Stuck Between Stations above, so I'm going to have to go with:

At This Truth We Have Arrived (Stiles/Peter): Five years after the death of Laura, Peter returns to Beacon Hills only to be confronted by the truth that the pack has moved on without him. But the fact that everything he once knew has changed isn't necessarily a bad thing; not when there is someone like Stiles who is so full of possibilities.

OR as my WIP notes for this fic say: "Peter is curious. They do something. Murder murder. Sex sex."

#meg writes fic #writer meme #tagging myself like a cool kid

[feudalismoffire]

Hello folks, after way too long, I finally done it, I concluded the main cast of characters of Continent of Wrath, so at least the thought as "povs of a first arc" kind of stuff, and now, a little introduction about them in order:

Augor and Shtraza:

"You know, I wasn't going to write this thing, but Elya kept insisting, as if someone would read this... But... ... Look, me and Shtraza, its a harsh story, life in the rainforest is tough, especially when you don't know your mother and your father sold you for a few cocoa beans to buy some poisoned alcohol he loved so much, more than his youngling. He can die, as far as we care, from his own poison.

--------- What Augor is trying to say is, yes, we are prickies, yes, we will spit acid on your face at night. But if you are nice enough with us... We... ... We will consider not, you know, we have no love for anyone but ourselves, but we aren't turning our backs to you either. Yes, I agree with her."

Elya:

"Hello, you from maybe beyond this time, I am Elya, and honestly, I have the least purpose of all of us here. My parents were all killed in the battle in my hometown, even my sister, and my brother, I don't know, but I don't expect anything else. I have nothing, I wondered through the desert to this foreigner land, only the shining stars and Rarnara, my goddess, to guide me. I have no idea what is my purpose, but I think I found... Those who I may call family again...

What do we have to lose? We all had nothing good going on before, and if we succeed? What else is there for us? Will we split? Going back to our miserable lives? I mean, Larkhau may return, her tradition has an end goal after all, she I will understand. But for the rest of us? The dangerous rainforest? A monstrous parent? A life without goals under the sea? We are in this together, and if we die, I hope so its also together, we stand for each other, despite our races and different beliefs, this is what I hope."

Lorsan:

"Hello, I am Lorsan and... From all of us, I believe I had the most shame to bare. We red dragons believe we own the world, everyone is to serve us, those who don't want are to be smashed and killed without mercy. So this was the way of Tsshar, the god of red dragons, of the fire that nurtures as our very souls, so this was the way of Isshtar, the all-mother. I renouce it, I renouce everything I ever believed in. All our beliefs are... To destroy, to kill, to purge the land from life, to watch it reborn, to do it again, destroyed with our cleanensing fire...

My mother is a monster, I was afraid of her, but I couldn't ever be ready to face such tremendous evil. The burning of innocents is such a thing I will forever give away my right to do so. She made me what I was, but I am not ashamed of what I can be, there still is hope. I learned that all races are alive, they have their own lives, hopes, dreams. My caretaker was a kobold, and she was more motherly to me than my own mom, they are brutalized under the shadow of our wings, and yet now we are fighting shadows themselves. Are we any different? I wonder...

Regardless, I now pray to Tiamat. The mother of all gods, symbol of draconic unity that has now been so long lost. I am not afraid, Tiamat died by the greed of her children, ever so ambitious, as the tales say. A family destroyed by it and now I feel like this is my own tale too, my father is gone and my mother is a monster, but while Tiamat was betrayed by her own offspring, they thousands of years later are my allies, my friends, the only dragons I can call even remotely my family, I won't betray them and I am sure they won't betray me, we can be different, we can do better, this tale does not have to end as it once did."

Ebu:

"Ebu knows you read, future you. He does believe in his friends. Ebu once was saved by Elya and Lorsan, when no one would do it. Evil red dragoness killed his family, not the same one as Lorsan's mother, though. Ebu is forever grateful to them, he swears to defend them against no matter who.

Ebu admits, he is afraid, very afraid. But at side of his friends, Ebu has the courage of a thousand dragons, he will not faulter when his friends ask for help.

Ebu even calls them family, he does believe in them."

Larkhau:

"I am Larkhau, faithful of Aurorvotha, goddess of all white dragons, the all-mother. I am the oldest of this group of misfits, yet I was bestowed the privilege of assisting them in their journey. No, my markings aren't natural, I painted myself with lapis lazuli, a tradition to grant knowledge and blessings upon us, tradition told to have been granted by priestess Aurorva herself, thousands of years ago.

Naturally, the goal was to wash them away in the freezing waters of the North, but I felt a presence, a high calling from my goddess. She is a stern mother, never gives answers to her children, but grant them the might to find it on their own. She knows a greater threat is upon all of us, all of us... No one is safe should the shadows win against the red dragons, old enemies of my kind, now, I find myself living amidst one of them and a yellow dragon, but this is the wishes of all-mother, and I faithfully comply."

Khashila:

"Hello there, whoever is reading this. I am Khashila, a green dragon. Despite animosities between my race and the black dragons, me and them aren't so different right now. I grew without my parents, left to strive on my own in the toughest and most unforgiving places of the world. You would think you need a cold and brute to survive this, but not really, you need a thinking mind and the blessing of the mother of the forest, of course, Rylatyma, she is ruthless, but never unfair, so I admit I don't like to brag, but I think there's something stored for me and all-mother never disappoints!

Many wonder how I keep myself in such harsh environment, well, the forest is... Kinda my family, you know, its animals, its threats, its like a red dragon family reunion when you think about it, it hardly goes well, but we all know it always happens and everyone never misses it.

But those guys... They are different... I had no sibling who survived to call mine, but even behind all my toughness, I don't miss the opportunity to be friendly to them, such company does not come to be so often in the rainforest, so, this was my chance, I know we don't know each other very well, but I do say so, I am ready to defend them with my own life. What is the worst it could happen? I die and my body returns to the all-mother, just how every green dragon's does."

Lankun:

"Hello there, mysterious creature from the beyond Elya thinks its going to read this! I am Lankun, a blue dragon, I was not into this above water stuff, I preferred to hunt in peace with my folks underwater, salmon is my favorite, by the way. But well, the shadows, they are out there and they are spooky, we got to defeat them and I am all for that, who doesn't love a good fight? My lightning powers will toast those monsters to smoke, as if they weren't enough already!

But yeah, about me, I was alone in the sea, well, not REALLY alone, don't know my parents, they just lay our eggs in the beach and depart, from there its mostly with ourselves, I had my folks in our little flight, good dragons, an elder usually was with us, teaching about the knowledge and all this stuff Larkhau is more interested than me to be honest. I was just a common dragon, living my life in the sea, in pursuit of some salmon... Well, may Ersaythya bless us all!"

#augor #blackdragon #bluedragon #digitalart #dragon #dragons #elya #greendragon #lankun #lore #oc #reddragon #whitedragon #yellowdragon #dragonoc #ebu #dragonocs #lorsan #art #continentofwrath #larkhau #shtraza #khashila

[therainbowgorilla]

This is not a question. This is an explanation tied to a question, like an elephant tied to a latex balloon: do queer people know that the reason queer discourse exists in the state that it does is almost definitely because a lot of queer people are also retarded? I hope that's as blindingly obvious to other people as it is to me, because *aS aN aUtIsTic PeRsOn*, every time a great big angry ball of queer discourse comes rolling, flaming and screaming past my blog, I think to myself that if I was autistic AND queer, I'd most likely also be dead by my own hand, or wheelchair bound due to a stroke. The attitude expressed by the original poster of the post whose comment section you found me in: that language about or surrounding queerness should be essentially meaningless so as to keep those it relates to from having to conform to any sort of expectation that they may have previously established for themselves, makes it completely impossible for an autistic person to engage with those people at all. In fact, I would go so far as to say that in effect they make themselves more like computers to us than people: malignant and unknowable machines where all input is meaningless and all output is random and usually negative. It's so obvious that that's where the "language has meaning" and "there need to be rules" objections come from, and it's honestly kind of heartbreaking to feel like I, an outsider, am the only person who even notices or cares. I mean honestly, how dare you tell autistic people that there are no rules? What the fuck are you thinking? It took me my entire childhood to just about figure other people out, well into my adolescence. Over fifteen years to stop deliberately antagonizing people just to get a reaction that made contextual sense. I'm almost thirty now, and I'm not going back to that feeling of hopelessness. Not for anyone, no matter how sad their story is. And that's where "You don't get to know how to treat us with respect" came from.

What the fuck are you even on about? You think I'm gonna take the argument of someone who uses the R slur in 2023 seriously? What do you think this is, 5th grade?

I don't give a shit if you're autistic or not. Me too, the fuck? If you would have bothered to glance at my blog description, you'd know that.

Just like any other slur, you can use the R slur for yourself but not against others. (This isn't some roundabout way of calling you the R slur. I'm just saying it's how reclaiming works. You don't get to call other people the R slur just cause you're autistic.)

And oh my god your overdramatic shit about how you'd fucking kill yourself or wind up disabled if you were autistic and queer? How fuckin old did you say you were? Holy shit, you're almost thirty and you're acting like this? Get a grip. Grow up.

I'm autistic, disabled, and queer. The absolute audacity you have to come into my inbox with this shit is just blowing my mind.

And oh my god, the cognitive dissonance here is so legitimately hilarious to me. You're calling people like me overly sensitive when you're the one throwing a hissy fit in some rando's inbox on tumblr dot com lmao. And the claim that you've matured and stopped diliberately antagonizing people is just 😘👌 such funny irony. Like, did you even read your ask before you sent it?

You've self admitted that you're an outsider to the queer experience, so what the fuck makes you think you get a say in how we describe and label ourselves? Newsflash: non-queer people don't get to dictate what queer people call themselves. Shocking, I know (/s).

Look, dude/gal (I'm gonna assume you're not enby since you've said you're not queer), I'm genuinely sorry you've had trouble figuring people out as you grew up. Trust me, I totally get it. You think you're the only autistic person who had trouble figuring people out growing up?

Hell, I STILL ain't figured it out yet. How do allistics remember faces? How do they not get special interests? How do they know "common sense" intrinsically whilst I often don't seem to? How can I tell romantic love from queerplatonic love or from sexual love? Why do allistics always assume we know things despite them never telling us them? How does an NT person focus without hyperfocusing? How can you tell if someone is flirting with you? How does the person in front of me feel? Is the person I'm infodumping to actually interested or am I boring them? Why do people think my tone/face is an angry one when I'm just expressing confusion and asking curious questions? What's my gender? What is gender? Why do people in power want to hurt other people? Why are they so greedy for money they'll never spend? Why can't cashiers sit down?

And how the FUCK does someone make friends, especially as an adult not attending college/uni!?

FUCK IF I FUCKIN KNOW! It sucks! It sucks ass! I know that! Seriously, trust me, I'd love to understand the way allistics and NTs think. The world would be SO much easier for the both of us. And we struggle so much to understand NTs, whilst they rarely try to understand us in return! I know you struggled and that legitimately sucks, and I wish the world was more kind and patient and accomodating with you and I both.

But, like, you think you struggled? Try growing up disabled, nonbinary, aromantic asexual (with queerplatonic attraction), autistic, mentally ill in several ways, physically disabled, poor, and in an abusive home. Holy fuck, I was constantly confused about other people every day of my damn life!

I'm not saying this to invalidate your struggles and experiences. You struggled, and that sounds like it fucking sucked, and I'm sorry it was that rough for you growing up. It sounds like you weren't given enough kindness and patience and explanations about things when you should have. And that really really sucks, I get that.

But you're not the only one who has struggled, and having a rough life doesn't give you the right to be an asshole to others or dictate how they are allowed to live their lives.

There's something important you aren't understanding here.

You have to try to understand what a social construct is. By definition, social constructs like gender and orientation and the language around them are constantly fluid and changing. Labels are fluid and are ours to pick or to ignore.

I feel a sense of better understanding of myself when I find a label I feel happy with. I feel peace and a sense of comfort that I'm not alone in my experiences. I feel a sense or community. So, for me personally, I love it when I find a label I feel fits me!

Other people feel that labels are restrictive, and that's okay too! No one has to use any labels that they don't want to identify with, and they really don't have to use any at all! The important thing is that the choices are ours to make.

See, you seem to have a fundamental misunderstanding about what being Queer means.

Trying to force strict rules on what queerness is is literally antithetical to the definition of queer. And someone outside the community like yourself absolutely does not get a say in how we define our queerness.

Queerness in and of itself, by definition... is literally a rejection of the strict rules society has always tried to force upon gender, orientation, and the like. Society tries so hard to force us into cis heteromantic heterosexual boxes, tries desperately to enact strict rules about who we can be and who we can care for.

The reason that there are so little rules in regards to how we can identify is that Queerness, at its very essence, is a rejection of the strict rules and labels that society forces upon us. Queerness is about breaking free or rules and boxes forced upon us by others. Historically, for decades the bisexual and lesbian communities were heavily intertwined and welcoming to each other and to letting their members identify as either or both if they wished.

Then, a bunch of biphobes decided that bi people were disgusting and dangerous for (many if not most of them) liking men. And the biphobes began trying to drive a wedge between the historically linked communities and force bisexuals out. Unfortunately, it seemed to work.

(here's one source I really enjoyed reading that taught me a lot about this bisexual and lesbian history!)

The link between the bi and lesbian communities once thrived, and then it was stolen from us by a bunch of biphobic assholes.

Bi lesbian is a rejection of the unjust rules society has tried to force upon us. It is a reclamation of the historical link that was ripped away from us by the hatred and bigotry of biphobes.

You need to learn how to be okay with not understanding every little thing. If you don't understand someone, talk to them, ask them questions. And if you still can't understand, that's okay! Because here's the thing: You don't have to understand something or someone to respect them. I don't understand every single xenogender or microlabel, but as long as they aren't based on hatred or bigotry, I am perfectly content to say "I can't say I understand it fully, but I'm happy you've found a label that brings you comfort and happiness with yourself!"

Identifying as bi lesbian is, at its core, an act of queer rebellion and reclaimation. The very essence of what being Queer is all about.

#Fave og posts #The asker might not listen to a single word #But I hope that someone out there finds comfort in what I've written #Bi lesbian #Queer #Queer pride #R slur tw #Ableism tw #Suicide tw #actually autistic #This ended up basically being an essay #I hope this is #Empowering #To others as writing this was for me #I feel a sense of validation and catharsis and empowerment from writing this out #I hope the asker takes some of it to heart #But if they don't I hope it at least helps others

[thegirlwithtv]

Am I the only one who had the opposite interpretation of Renfield’s goodbye to Mina. Sure I can see how it could be parsed as a warning for her to stay away because he grew to like her from their chat. But I first saw it as hope that Dracula would find and keep her.

"Good-bye, my dear. I pray God I may never see your sweet face again. May He bless and keep you!"

I can’t find the post now but I’ve seen some interesting discussion on how the heavily gendered Victorian view of society saw a woman’s place as the private sphere, involved with house and home, with very little influence in the public sphere. And we have seen with Dracula’s treatment of his female roommates that, in his worldview with women close to him, that is strictly enforced. The ‘brides’ don’t hunt for themselves at all and seem confined to the castle grounds.

We have also seen Vampirism as something Renfield idolises and aspires to, tending to treat Dracula with almost like religious importance.

August 19th

"I am here to do Your bidding, Master. I am Your slave, and You will reward me, for I shall be faithful. I have worshipped You long and afar off. Now that You are near, I await Your commands, and You will not pass me by, will You, dear Master, in Your distribution of good things?"

September 4th

"All over! all over! He has deserted me. No hope for me now unless I do it for myself!"

September 20th

'I'll frustrate them! They shan't rob me! they shan't murder me by inches! I'll fight for my Lord and Master!'

Here the novel capitalises Dracula’s pronouns while Renfield is speaking like people would do when they write of God. He practically begs Dracula to share his gift of Vampirism with him. Not only that, when Renfield attacks the contractors moving boxes of Dracula’s dirt, he fully calls Dracula his Lord and Master using the same terminology as one would address his God. 

"Good-bye, my dear. I pray God I may never see your sweet face again. May He bless and keep you!"

Returning to the original quote, while it could be he hopes not to see her again for he knows how close Dracula is to everything and he doesn't want her hurt. He could also be wishing that Dracula would share his gift with her because she is a good woman deserving of it. “May He bless and keep you” doesn’t necessarily need to be in reference to God here but instead Dracula, “blessing” her with the gift of Vampirism and keeping her as one would a wife to care and look after as is the way with Victorian ideas of Society. And with Dracula’s confinement of his female houseguests this would explain why Renfield would not see her again.

I may be wrong and further events in the story may contradict this, I haven’t read the story before to know. BUT if that is the case this is VERY bad for Mina. We already have Renfield pledging to help Dracula, Knowing where she is currently staying. 

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come; though afterwards he can come as he please.

Now sure Renfield doesn’t have power at the asylum, but he does live there, which one could argue makes him a member of the ‘household’. This could make him someone able to grant the permission Dracula would need to come and enter the building gaining access to Mina, something Renfield may see as a gift he is giving her, and the boys have just decided to leave her alone to go vamp hunting. They don’t leave anyone behind to make sure she stays safe, they think the danger is with them. In their attempts to keep her safe they may have just put her in the most dangerous location possible and I am deeply concerned for the safety of our favorite girl.

#dracula daily #september 30 #mina harker #renfield #dracula

[stinkyme]

Hello! This is a small dumb drabble I wrote suddenly, it's focused more on Nikolai but I hope you enjoy regardless :) <3

CW/TW: mentions of killing in the end but other than that my dumb thoughts lol

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

God is smiling || Nikolai Gogol x Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai was an eccentric soul, unknown to many, even himself. Everyone would be on their toes around him, trying to prepare for next outburst or insanity he would spit through his bold lips. They would get shivers from his giggles, from his bold statements wrapped in a veil of immature clownery. They would take him seriously only due to his unpredictable nature, but deep down he knew they didn't see him worthy of being even a clown he played, in their eyes he was nothing but a common fool. Who would sit down and listen to a fool's stories? Who would be interested in a man who was nothing but a huge presence with broken morals, ideals and who wouldn't even let you consider he was telling the truth deceiving you by playing with insanity? He took everything so painfully immature, they would think. He was nothing but a monster who didn't have any emotion or empathy to spare for anyone. Ironically, he loved that. He loved that people saw him as a fool, as someone for whom is pointless to be asked any questions. People completely teared his essence down. He was nothing in their eyes. They had no expectations of him, no morals to uphold, no lessons to make him learn or acknowledge. No one had to acknowledge him further than he would let them, he was nothing but a brainless, emotionless puppet of a clown playing with people by sadistically ruining them. They would allow him explore how far his twisted ideas can go. How far he can go until he loses sight of himself when he looks back. He would make them believe that plain, malicious evil they would only read in books that has no reason, cause or point exists. No one asked him why and even if someone did they would never get an answer that could even suggest human was hiding somewhere inside him. No one would understand, no one ever tried. That was until he met Fyodor Dostoevsky. A man who told him how splendid his mindset is, how he is fighting in opposition of God to lose sight of himself. That night opened his eyes. Someone understood, someone looked at him with malicious satisfaction, someone took a look at his essence and praised it as a form of rebellion.

Freedom is rebellion, he knew. Freedom exists everywhere and nowhere at the same time. To win against yourself means to lose everything in Nikolai's case. To rebel against God means to completely tear his heart apart, to leave nothing but bloody, empty, open hole of something that used to be a heart in his chest until he bleeds heaviness of his soul out. Until he reduces himself in nothing but a concept - freedom. Until he turns himself into everything - freedom. How does a man reduces himself into nothing and everything at the same time? How does a man embodies himself into a concept that only few experience? How does a man become free, bounded to nothing, existing and being alive but not attached to anything? Not even himself? How does a man kill a soul? Nikolai would know, he walked over so many of those. Always hearing them crush, break under him and use their vessels to scream for an end. He killed so many souls, he would walk over the bodies - vessels, listening to sound of flesh ripping apart, bones breaking in parts, but he wouldn't hear screams or voices anymore. He knew soul died before vessel did. Because they were weak in his eyes, they never expanded themselves enough and therefore died so easily. People would always say how eyes are window to a soul. He knew that wasn't the truth as he would show people his scarred eye that most would cover up due to vulnerability. In his mind, only window to a soul was taking a look through heart. He would even give people a justice of uncovering his other eye, letting them look in his soul as traditional idea proposed. No one would see it. Why is that? Because no one would take him seriously. No one would take a look at a heart so painfully open when they are too consumed with insanity filled eyes. He was an open book, a bird with open wings. He was wondering how does a man kill a soul but vessel survives? If he kills his essence that means he is free. He was killing his essence every time he would kill someone else's but it wasn't enough. How much man has to ruin and kill in order to reach freedom? Why is a bird more deserving of freedom than he is? Because it was simply born that way same way he was born in a body he didn't desire with an essence that caged him. To feel is to suffer and every suffering makes soul more alive, ironically. When he would suffer he could feel his soul whispering inside him, forcing him to listen and feel sensations in all edges of his bones and flesh he never wanted. His skin felt like a cage. His ribs felt like a cage. His skull felt like a cage. His hands felt like a cage. His heart felt like a cage. His body, his vessel that was born to exist as a human was painfully tight cage trying to protect his essence. He hated that, he knew that bird born in a cage will never know that it's a prisoner. He knew. He knew he was in a cage. But he also knew he wasn't a bird and he never will be. However he can be free. He would look up at the wide sky that was only proof in our lifetime that something limitless beside time exists. But we even caged time. Our bodies are in constant cage of death. He knew. He knew if he wants freedom, limitless existence caged only by time he had to kill and destroy only thing that was holding the key. He knew Fyodor became part of his essence. He was successful at keeping his soul contained so far, filled with only desire of freedom, but he never expected his soul would spill out of his heart and wrap it in veil of emotions towards a man who acknowledged him. His essence spilled due to being seen through right eyes. He would talk to God, telling him how he knows. He feels it in his hands as he was holding a knife deeply inside Fyodor's heart. He looked at his eyes that were still maliciously satisfied even in death.

"God is smiling Kolya." those were the last words of the only man who ever understood him, who died for his freedom. God wasn't smiling. For Nikolai God was laughing at his foolish attempt. He didn't reach freedom, just painful emptiness that was forever to haunt his heart now when he lost only person, only essence that was able to meld with his. He was still in a cage and as blood poured out of man's chest, he knew that now all he did was add shackles on his wrists, bounding himself to endless grief that will follow him in every step he makes. Forever to be prisoner of cage, chains and shackles he crafted as God kept laughing at him, just like everybody else.

The End :) <3

Well I hope you enjoyed this dumb drabble lol

I plan on posting Fyodor smut soon so yeah :D

Thank you for all love and support you showed me so far, I really appreciate it deeply! Kisses on forehead for everyone hehehe

#bsd drabble #nikolai gogol x fyodor dostoevsky #nikolai gogol bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky bsd #bsd fic

[valentinesweetheartspecial]

hi vincent u shd tell us more abt haruka n shu's dynamic i love toxic codependency btw

HELLO LAB!!! I am so happy you asked because I am obsessed with them. I will put this under a read more ….it got long

To explain why I think they should have a fucked up toxic relationship I should explain a bit about them individually. My Haruka post can be found here but to summarize some important points: Haruka has a fucked up relationship with his brother Kanata, who ostracizes him from anyone he meets. He thinks of himself as a corrupted human, an “egoist” who was once his brother’s hero and wanted to help others, and now has no hope of going back to how the way things used to be. Shu is an abandoned child who’s never been shown even a speck of love by his parents or those who have been assigned to take care of him. The one person who saw a spark of light in Shu instilled false hope for his father’s love inside of him, and accidentally turned him into a bitter kid who hates adults.

Shu and Haruka are the vocalists of Epsilon, which is actually the only band to even have two vocalists who consistently sing together. Pre-epsilon story 6.5, Haruka doesn’t endorse Shu’s shitty behavior but doesn’t shut it down either. Shu uses Haruka as he does anyone else and finds him entertaining to observe. Both of them are pessimists who use music to make themselves known, to be seen— Haruka, to his peers, Shu, to his father, and both of them to the world. Haruka realizes this before Shu does, in Epsilon band story Chapter 6 Episode 5: aka vincent insanity chapter. I will just put some screenshots here of the chapter because i don’t wanna summarize them

This chapter completely changes their dynamic— it opens up a door to a whole new world of understanding between them. Now, they have no choice but to be at least somewhat involved in each other’s decisions. In this chapter, Haruka openly declares that he needs Shu to keep his dream alive, because he knows that they both know that music is all they have to get themselves known. They can’t just ignore each other anymore with this information. If they do, it adds a whole new layer of questioning— are they uncomfortable around each other, regretful about that sudden vulnerability, etc ? So, that’s all been established.

What Shu needs is a supportive, probably older brother or father type figure who can show him love and recognition, right? What Haruka needs is both a support system and someone to pull his head out of the ground and make him face reality, right ….? But like …imagine how much more fun it would be …if they fed off of each other like this ….my vision

I think that IF I WERE WRITING AASIDE. I would use this so much. I would love to see Haruka and Shu run off to stay in Tokyo and live this shut in lifestyle where Shu tries to write songs to sustain them and Haruka tries not to fuck up another relationship. Shu could absolutely fill that “younger brother I want to save” role for Haruka, and Haruka could absolutely fill that “First person to recognize me for who I am” role for Shu (except not really because they’re just using each other). Of course, though, I am not writing Aaside…with the recent development of Aoi being Shu’s brother and Reiji being much more kind than I expected (effectively creating a support system for Shu), this whole vision kind of goes down the drain, rip. But I like to think they’ll still go somewhere with Haruka and Shu’s newfound dynamic potential! Please god let Kimisute make them even more fucked up and depressed.

Thank you so much for this opportunity to ramble Lab….this is all kind of a lot of nothing and just restating facts but I enjoy it nonetheless. Here is Epsilon’s first song, isn’t the video so fun? I hope you enjoyed reading this ^o^

[capnhanbers]

was rereading JoaT for the 38383 time and holy cow i just read the most recent chapter and Holy Cow. Holy Beef. Holy Mcnuggets dunked in bbq sauce, if you will.

i just wanna say before i dive in that that i, alone w a lot of other readers im Sure, see myself in naya, like. not just physically but in the way she handles her trauma and how it still shows in the way she interacts with the outside world. i guess its the reason this fic has become soo much more than just a haha silly undertale x reader fic? its just so much more to me and i can't thank you enough for writing this beautiful story and continuing to make those SICK ass comics and bringing it all to life and just making these beloved characters so fleshed out in your own way!?!?!? what u have is GOD given my dude

and yeah that last chapter was just so good. it was so good. i remember first reading this fic back when undertale fics were still active n stuff and the big R word was never really mentioned in terms of what happened to naya and seeing it written, said in the open, fleshed out and in front of rachel?! that was probably the coolest character development ive ever seen in terms of ppl with trauma because you NEVER contextualize it. ever. not with words or definitions or anything. to the victim its something that happened and something that sucked but still happened. seeing naya actually speak it and confirm that what she went through WAS indeed that made me have to put my phone down (yes i was reading on my phone like a neanderthal) and just. i rushed to ur acc to tell u that ure doing something good. it may not be groundbreaking or revolutionary on a worldwide scale, but i think its worth knowing that youvr brought someone to tears with your writing :) i seriously hope you feel proud of yourself for this amazing character you've made who so many can resonate with. i had more to sau but this is getting embarrassingly long and i feel like im droning and bejng repetitive jsfjjdfj BUT YEAH!

ok........i always, like, just,,,, i sometimes hesitate getting too mushy with my own shit cuz cmoon it's fanfic i shouldn't take it so serious but....man? this? is exactly what I'm going for, and reading this made me tear up

i KNOW a bunch of ppl see themselves in naya and i want anyone who does to read this growth and indulge in it and. like... this is something that happened to her. she's saying it out loud. but it doesn't disqualify her from being a force of fucking nature.

I JUST TH-THANK U thank you for dropping by to send this I'm so happy you liked it I'm so happy you're reading, all the best 🦅🦅🦅

#real actual tears in me eyes look away #joat talks #answers #i really could talk about this forever #I've been thinking about it for such a long time #but honestly? i think all those thoughts made it into the text haha

[kamenwriter]

Saw Across the Spider-Verse...

It is very much an "act two of three" film. If you loved Empire Strikes Back you'll probably love this. Me? I'm a Return of the Jedi guy, myself.

Animation is gorgeous. Soundtrack is a banger.

The plot...plays into a lot of tropes I'm not a fan of, and as I've said before I'm so burned out on multiverse stories and metafiction.

Spoiler filled thoughts behind the cut:

Starting the film out by fleshing out Gwen is a good choice. She is absolutely the co-protagonist of this film, and it sets up her motivation to go along with Miguel for as long as she does. She's terrified of returning home.

I feel like The Spot is only a "gag" character because of how he looks. Bro has a dangerous powerset. And this kind of goes into the metanarrative the film has I could have done without.

Spot having illustration blue-lines in his model I guess is an indicator of his ability to dimension hop without glitching...but still feels like an odd choice to me.

The whole "we have to maintain the canon, certain people have to die" is just eye-rollingly annoying as a conflict motivation. First from my personal "god I'm sick of meta narratives" perspective, but also from anyone calling themselves Spider-Man having that attitude.

The movie at least establishes that all evidence points to Miguel being right, but everyone's tacit agreement with him is dumb.

As mentioned before, Gwen has a good established reason to go along with Miguel. And yes they at least show Peter B. trying to walk the tightrope of how to handle Miles, but I feel like he'd be more against doing things that way.

Everyone giving Miles shit...because the film needs a conflict. Doesn't matter if it makes sense. This is a problem the first film has as well.

I like that everyone keeps going on about how cool Spider-Punk is but the film does take the time to point out he can be a contrarian for contrarian's sake.

I liked how Spider-Punk was a proper "Fuck the establishment" punk at the end, and the set-up/pay off of "use your whole palm."

How sad is that Ganke once again can't do anything because the MCU films all ready used Ganke and just called him Ned Leeds? (MCU Peter is gentrified Miles, you know it's true)

I sincerely hope in the sequel they explain why Prowler Miles (and Aaron) think they have something to gain by holding Miles hostage. He literally just wants to leave.

I'd complain about how Miguel and Ben Reilly are almost nothing like their comic counterparts...but neither was Peni or Noir in the first film. So...

Excited for the old gang and the new gang to team up in part three, but part two just had too many "folks being assholes in service of the plot and in disservice to the character" and bullshit meta narratives (a police captain has to die? What? Of all the Spider-Man variations in the comics I think that only happened once? I haven't been reading Ghost Spider)

Anyway if schedule permitted I'd go to the second showing of Shin Kamen Rider before I'd watch this again. I'll pick up the soundtrack, though. [edited to add] I'll pick up the soundtrack if GETS A PHYSICAL RELEASE, THAT IS. God I hate the streaming era.

#spiderverse #across the spiderverse

[yusuke-of-valla]

I honestly can't remember when they are called lizard people; where do you recall them being mentioned to be lizards? The only reptile like people I remember from the game are the dragons themselves: Agarthans claim to be the original human kind is my extent of knowledge to the difference between them and the humans we see in game (Agarthans calling the ones in-game recognized as humans as 'Beasts' and 'Worms')

Anonymous asked:

Ah wait is that supposed to be about the dragons? They yeah sorry, no excuses there. When I first read it I thought the ancestral home was Agarthans. Sothis was in-game a space dragon, who (unspecifically) created her children from her blood, tried to work with the original people of the land (Agarthans) to make a great society, only for the Agarthans to believe they have equal power to the space dragon and warred against their benefactors, only to lose and go into hiding (implied for Agarthans to suffer heavy losses, not directly stated).

Gets a bit murky here, with the exact differences between Agarthans and Humans*, but they consider each other different species by the time Agarthans came up to incite a bandit into killing the Nabateans Mother and Idol in her sleep and take her blood and body for his own power. Later does this again with some of her most powerful children, genociding everyone except five of them. Seiros, one of the last children of Sothis, later makes a religion out of the remaining living Nabateans and her Mother, after giving aid to a King then slaughtering the forces of errant humans and some of their Agarthan allies (unknown total losses taken by Agarthans, though some were lost. Presumed entirety of the errant humans killed, including the bandit and his 11 main allies.)

Then it moves to the timeline of Three Houses/Three Hopes.

Honestly I think two of the biggest controversy leaders in the games are racist in their own ways, and lots of either blatant or implied racism is in the game. While the base game tries to make the Nabateans relatable, it takes until Hopes for the games to dig into the fact that the outer nations commonly warring with them are also human. And no such humanization for Agarthans.

Yeah the original post was about the Nabateans, which is why I said the Lizard people part is from an innocent place, it's obviously a take on "Tiki! But evil" (though... the series has had Evil Dragons before so really the real change of pace is, if we consider a E//delgard a viable "good guy" then the real change of pace is there aren't any "good" dragons)

The Agarthans, once again, do ruin everything about Three Houses story and morals which is.... and ARE conducting some sort of weird blood experiment on kindapped children which is.

God so many "secret shadowy society stories" have their routes in the Protocols of the Elders of Zion it's almost impossible to avoid if you're not doing your research. I would say Edelgard's big "this is why we're going to war" speech sets off more red flags for me personally, but I'm not Jewish so what the fuck do I know.

And again I'm not accusing anyone of being antisemetic I just think it's important to look at this stuff and say "hey, which positions kinda reinforce stereotypes and patterns of thought that have been used against Jewish people?" because it is DISTRESSINGLY common and under-discussed

#I personally don't think you're supposed to agree with everything e does #but soooooo many people take her speech at face value and are like 'yeah girl power!' #when that speech is again full of accusations traditionally thrown at jewish people #antisemetism tw