I want to thank Misha Collins for inspiring me to do things that, for legal reasons, I cannot disclose online
and no, this is not a joke. Misha, through GISH especially, showed me not just the power of art-as-activism, but what creative modes function best in that setting, and how to organize and lead such efforts.
what I've done with that knowledge, again, would be legally dangerous to admit online
but I'm so happy I know how to do it. I've become a leader in my community, and a supporter of large and powerful movements.
specifically, those spaces know me as an artist. an artist with endless and diverse creative ideas, who knows no fear, takes no shit and is especially good at resistance and point-making via "funny" and lighthearted art.
would Misha approve of what I'm doing?
most likely, FUCK no he wouldn't
he's made himself damn clear where he stands on this stuff, even via silence alone
but I have him to thank anyway.
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Wow what the fuck. I just got a youtube ad for a super transandrophobic documentary about how the media & “big corporations” at the top are brainwashing your “daughters” (transmasc & non-binary ppl AFAB) to coerce them into getting expensive surgeries. It was called “Epoch” or something. Didn’t watch long enough for their explanation. It was also shit like “when did parents become public enemy number one” (as in, not always allowed full control over their trans children).
This is the same kind of thing that was spewed at my by my transphobic mother when I came out; the insinuation or straight up claims that I was being influenced by the media into thinking I was A Trans & just didn’t know what was good for me, that I was being delusional & overdramatic & following trends. It all feeds into/is fed by the narrative that transmascs are either mentally ill delusional SJW freaks or poor innocent victims that need to be saved (read: forcibly detransitioned & stripped of their bodily autonomy). Ugh
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are you going to read tsc when it comes out? and, if not: would you like your acolytes to give you the important kevin day updates or would you rather not?
oh my acolytes huh! well i don’t know :) it’s so nice of you to ask and i’m very touched actually…. nice to me 🥹…. i guess any (good) kevin updates would be nice and probably sway the balance on whether i read it or not, but at first glance i probably won’t read it unless it sparks my curiosity once it’s out and the story starts making its rounds around my circles :) i’m plenty interested in the period where jean stays with the foxes but i don’t much care for the trojans nor the proposed storyline*, though even a picky reader like yours truly can be convinced into buying a story if kevin day’s in it
*by this i don’t mean that i Dislike the process of jean healing but it’s just overall not my favorite theme and, to be frank, i don’t have much interest in reading about a normal well-adjusted team either. from my view tsc is aftg without my favorite parts (namely kevin day as a main character, the foxes’ messy dynamic, problematic and controversial side characters, neil’s narration, The Mafia, andrew in general) and while i am always and forever a ride or die for jean moreau, and i am glad he’s going to get better and be happy, a lot of my feelings for him don’t really stem from the idea that there is a softness underneath all the grit but actually and sincerely the fact that he is crazy. i Love jean because he’s horrible and scared and cruel and i don’t know if i’ll care much for him once he’s out of that state :) i meant it when i said a few months ago that i would’ve been more onboard with a story about the ravens (no matter how gruesome) or even a glimpse of jean’s pov in the nest, though of course nora sakavic should probably choose to be happy every once in a while so i wouldn’t ask her to write that
so tl;dr: you can send me good and relevant kevin updates if you want to and if they’re interesting enough i might read tsc in the future
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How It Should Have Happened: A Series of Advance Bravely Fix Its
Episode 15
Yuan Zong's heart was beating wildly beneath his muscular chest as he gazed up at Xia Yao. He swallowed the bite of pear he had been chewing, trying to hold back a smirk. The younger man was leaning over him, their legs slotted perfectly on the leather couch in his office. It was already dark, and once again Xia Yao had lingered around after hours, probably hoping to spend the night again in Yuan Zong's private quarters on site at his training facility.
This didn't bother Yuan Zong, but that did not deter him from teasing Xia Yao a little for being so obvious.
"You tricked me!" Xia Yao exclaimed, a smile threatening to ruin his scowl. "This pear is so sour it's making me numb all over!" He licked his red lips to prove his point, which only served to draw Yuan Zong's patiently aroused gaze.
"Numb, eh?" Yuan Zong replied. He kept his arms open to the side, despite desperately wanting to wrap his hands around the slender waist of the boy nearly laying on top of him. Xia Yao's face loomed closer.
"So numb I don't think I can move," he said seductively. Yuan Zong felt himself twitch in his pants. He was thrilled at the boldness Xia Yao was showing. He waited to see what he would do. Yuan Zong had initiated a few kisses since that first night Xia Yao loitered around the company kitchen, and Xia Yao had been receptive. But he wondered if tonight Xia Yao would finally do what Yuan Zong knew he desired. It was plain to see in his hungry eyes.
"So what can you do about the taste in your mouth?" Yuan Zong prompted in his low voice. He refused to look away, and Xia Yao continued staring at him. The tension between them was growing, as Xia Yao reached up and loosened the tie at his neck. Yuan Zong swallowed, captivated by the flushed beauty of this rich Beijing prince. Xia Yao licked his lips again and he leaned in closer, propping himself up on his elbows now instead of his hands. He let his head dip down and his soft cheek slid next to Yuan Zong's face.
He could smell the sweet mix of Xia Yao's sweat and faded cologne; it tested his ability to continue holding still. Everything in him wanted to pin the man to the floor and tear at his clothes. Xia Yao nuzzled Yuan Zong, and he couldn't help but let one hand come up and rest on the young man's thigh. Soft lips pecked carefully at the corner of Yuan Zong's mouth, then directly onto his lips. Yuan Zong moved slowly at first, pursing his lips in return, letting Xia Yao lead.
They kissed like this, moving their mouths together for a moment without changing, simply enjoying the pleasurable feelings. Then Xia Yao seemed to become more comfortable, and his tongue licked tentatively at Yuan Zong's upper lip. He pulled back a bit, suddenly embarrassed, and Yuan Zong smiled and slid his hand up Xia Yao's thigh, curving around to feel his perky, cute butt. Xia Yao arched his back at the touch, but his eyes shone with lust.
"Do you still feel numb?" Yuan Zong asked.
Xia Yao blinked, as if he didnt know what he meant, then shrugged one shoulder.
"Maybe you need to kiss again?" Yuan Zong teased, not unkindly. He smirked as a blush beautifully decorated Xia Yao's cheeks. He lifted his head from the couch a bit and Xia Yao met him halfway, kissing him again, still carefully holding his body over Yuan Zong. Yuan Zong finally brought up his other hand, having already discarded his half eaten pear, and held the side of Xia Yao's face. He pushed his tongue inside, sweeping through his mouth, fully tasting and sucking on Xia Yao's warm tongue. The boy moaned as his eyelashes fluttered closed, and Yuan Zong became uncomfortably tight in his trousers. His whole body felt deliciously warm.
He let his head fall back down on the armrest of the couch, a string of saliva snapping against Xia Yao's bottom lip as they parted.
"Better?" Yuan Zong asked, lifting his eyebrows. Xia Yao wiped his mouth and nodded.
"I think I actually like it," he said. "The sour pears, I mean."
He gave Yuan Zong a smug look and climbed off the couch to retrieve his bag that he had thrown on the floor in his mock rage earlier. He turned around to Yuan Zong still splayed out on the couch, one knee now bent, his legs casually open and inviting, an arm behind his head.
"You still going to try and find a girlfriend?" Xia Yao demanded.
"What do you think?" Yuan Zong retorted with a smile. Xia Yao half-smiled back, and spun on his heels, leaving the office. When he reached the door, he turned around again.
"So what are you making for dinner?" He looked at Yuan Zong expectantly.
Yuan Zong sat up slowly, and undid the tie at his throat. "What would you like?"
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