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Ooo thanks for the tag!

“That was yesterday, Kaveh, I have been wholly deprived of it today.”

(Hopefully this still counts even though I finished this fic last night? It's the only WIP I've worked on lately lol)

(Ahhh, I'm also lonely and have no one to tag)

last line tag game

i haven’t written much this week, winter blues are coming on strong and i feel a hiatus in my midst with changing life circumstances but here we go. thanks for the tag @gretagerwigsmuse @jupitercomet @bobfloydsbabe @joaquinwhorres

RULES: Share the last line you wrote for your WIP and tag as many people as there are words.

Tonight? Bradley Bradshaw was going to claim you.

Tagging @a-reader-and-a-writer @callsign-madusa @roleycoleyreccenter @t-nd-rfoot @pisupsala @butaneandthebeast @lostinwildflowers @thedroneranger

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[someone sneaks in Charmy's room and eats her cookies]

Charmy: Tell me the truth, okay? 'Couse there's been a lot of lying in this squad.

Henry: And a lot of love!

Charmy: [slaps table] MORE LIES!

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insanely important thrift store find

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I truly don't have any words about what's happening in Ohio right now. I want to post something like I usually do. Give vocabulary, etc, whatnot. It's important, it's so important. But I don't have words. What could I possibly say about the level of devastation that has happened, is happening, will happen in the future? This is worse than the BP spill. And I don't know how to respond to that with anything other than a shocked numbness.

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💌 and 🎁 for Bianca & Eirwen? 👀

This is referring to the ask prompt:

💌 - How would they react to a love letter?

Bianca - Unless it was from someone she had an interest in, she will chuck it in the garbage. Words are just words to Bianca. She prefers being shown love through one's actions. However, if you’ve already proven yourself in her eyes, she will hold on to it. I'm sure Bianca has a drawer filled with all the cards she had gotten from Dorothy over the years. Maybe one from Kirsch because she secretly thinks of him as her best friend too.

Eirwen - This poor girl is so flustered. She's so used to Bianca getting all the admirers growing up so she's incredibly unprepared for her own. She will be flattered by the gesture even if she isn't into you. She will try to gently decline it and apologize profusely that she cannot return your feelings. If she likes you, she shyly accepts it with her face flushed all red. Then she'll hold onto it and reread it once in a while.

🎁 - Are they good at giving gifts? How about receiving them?

Bianca - Bianca isn't the best at personalized gifts. She is very practical in her gift-giving. For example, she knows Eirwen always wants fabric and thread for sewing. So she usually gifts Eirwen money instead of picking out fabric she thinks her sister would like. Bianca is usually uncomfortable receiving gifts. Unless it's something she needs, she prefers having someone perform acts of service instead.

Eirwen - Eirwen specializes in making clothes. She makes it a habit of writing notes on everyone's style and clothing preferences. So if she makes you clothes, it's personalized just for you. If you don't want clothes, she'll gift you your favorite kinds of food. Eirwen is very touched when receiving an unexpected gift, even more so when it is a personalized gift.

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girls when the media they're obsessed with is never going to be as good as they wish it could be

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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

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People are scornful when a guy appears to not realize Women Are People until he gets married or has a daughter, but I think this is worth examining a little more closely.

when I read A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis, I was really struck by his observations about gender. i wish I could remember the quote but he says something like, "do you really have a good relationship with your wife if you aren't almost inclined to call her Brother?" a lot of the things he said seemed like a contrast with the more "gender essentialist" ideas he espouses in for example Mere Christianity

And that's the thing, Mere Christianity and most of his well known fictional works were written before he was married, and the thing about a lot of writers we view today as sexist is that they hardly ever interacted with women as peers.

and like, of course someone would have these ideas about the Nature of Women in contrast to men when in their experience, women inhabit different and in many ways mutually unintelligible social worlds than men.

and of course even today many people make friends and acquaintances primarily among their own gender, and are in environments dominated by one gender or the other, and people insist that this is natural or better or more proper, and this allows people to make observations about the "opposite" gender as an outsider that hasn't had many equal-standing "peer" interactions with that gender

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rarepair fluff for new years. happy 2023 everyone 💕 [crossposted to ao3]

- genre: fluff

- info: yuno x liebe

- warnings: mentions of death

- summary: Liebe planned to spend the annual Black Bull & Golden Dawn New Year's party alone in a corner with his hands over his ears. Fate has other plans for him.

- wordcount: 1.3k

New Year's with the Magic Knights came with a big party. A big, loud party, hosted by the Golden Dawn in some random ballroom in some random fancy building. About half the Black Bulls and Golden Dawn were attending, and the others were back at their base, with family, or occupied with missions.

Liebe hung out in a corner, away from all the bright lights, loud music, and crowd of people. He watched Vanessa get drunk faster than anyone else and proceed to get Finral, Gauche, and Klaus drunk, too. His brother Asta was yelling at Yuno and Mimosa about something or other on the other side of the room, but for once his voice was drowned out by the rest of the party. Liebe almost missed it. He preferred being shouted at by one person to being surrounded by suffocating noise.

He couldn’t exactly leave. Most of the doors were blocked off by drunk Magic Knights, or worse, sober ones. And he doubted he’d get much peace anywhere else. It would be surprising if people in the furthest corner of the Forsaken Realm couldn't hear this racket. He was just stuck.

He had long ago discarded his squad robe, leaving it next to him in a heap of black fabric. He had always despised it, mostly because it felt like sandpaper. Metaphorically, at least. The fabric was actually quite soft, but the texture was god awful and felt like his hand was being stabbed a hundred times every time he touched it… and this was the revised version Vanessa had given him. The original had been even worse. (There was a reason he avoided hugging Asta like the plague. That boy never took his goddamn robe off.)

All in all, this whole party was insanely unpleasant, and Liebe found himself watching the huge clock on the wall anxiously, waiting for midnight to strike so he could go home with his knees tucked up beneath his chin and his arms wrapped around himself in a makeshift hug, trying to tune out the sounds of the party.

“Are you alright?” a low voice asked, momentarily breaking through his auditory block.

Liebe looked up to meet Yuno’s golden eyes. His heart leapt into his throat. His mouth was inexplicably dry all of a sudden, so his only response came in the form of a shrug.

“It’s pretty loud in here,” Yuno said. “You want to go outside?”

Liebe hesitated for a split second before remembering how awful his current environment was and nodding. Yuno silently offered his hand, helped Liebe up, and then led him out of one of the ballroom’s French windows onto a large balcony.

It was surprisingly empty. Although, it was also significantly colder out here than inside, which Liebe noticed the moment a cool breeze swept over them.

“Cold?” Yuno asked.

Liebe shrugged. “Sorta.”

Yuno took off his robe and held it out for Liebe to take. He went to do so but recoiled the minute his hand touched the fabric. Why did humans insist on wearing such awful textures?

“It has a different fabric as a lining,” Yuno said. “Might be a better texture.”

Liebe frowned, not entirely buying it, but still felt the inside of the robe. Surprisingly, the texture was better inside, so he hesitantly accepted the robe and slipped it on. It was really much nicer on his skin than his Black Bulls robe.

“What’s it made of?” he asked.

“Silk, I think, or maybe satin,” Yuno said. “The lining is, at least. Not sure about the outside.”

“Thanks.”

They fell into silence together, standing on the balcony and looking over the beautiful landscape.

“It’s hard to believe the year’s over already,” Yuno commented.

Liebe hummed in agreement.

"I remember, when Asta and I were kids, Father Orsi used to do fake firework shows with his magic," Yuno said softly. "It was nice.”

Liebe hummed again. It had been many years since he’d last spent New Year's Eve with someone. Since Licita's death, he'd spent so much time in the void of his grimoire that the days blurred into the nights and even if he’d wanted to he wouldn’t have known when to celebrate. Now, he was out of the grimoire again, but twelve years of nothing had left the memory hazy. And anyway, he didn’t particularly like any of the humans he had met since being allowed out.

Yuno was probably Liebe's favorite human. He was pretty, and he didn't yell constantly, and he didn't expect Liebe to pick up on a million tiny social cues or ostracize him for being a devil. Liebe liked being around Yuno - it sometimes felt like his only moment of peace. Vanessa and Finral called it love. Liebe wanted to disagree, but their idea of love did seem… accurate to his feelings.

“Asta also used to try and convince Sister Lily to marry him every year. It was like his equivalent to a New Year’s kiss.”

"I've never had a New Year's kiss before," Liebe said.

"Really?" Yuno asked. “Me neither.”

"Well, I've only had one New Year's point blank, back when I was a kid."

"Right." Yuno's voice was emotionless as usual, but Liebe could have sworn it carried an affectionate lilt. Or was he looking too far into it? Damn. Emotions were hard. “Asta mentioned that.”

“He talks about me?”

“Yes,” Yuno confirmed, and fell into silence. That was… all. Just a simple ‘yes’.

They fell back into silence. It was such a peaceful night, Liebe noted. There was no sign of the moon - Vanessa had noted it to be a new moon tonight, right in time for the new year. So many new things, all in one night.

Yuno shuffled a little closer to Liebe, their elbows almost touching, but not quite.

“I don’t understand the big thing about New Years,” Liebe confessed. “We all survived another year. Hooray. Everyone throws a big party. But why? A year isn’t that long.”

“Depends on the year,” Yuno replied. “I mean, there was a whole war against devils this year. That’s pretty impressive to have survived.”

“Hm, that’s true.”

“You do have a point, though.” Yuno said. “We don’t have wars or some kind of national crisis every year.”

“You don’t,” Liebe agreed.

“I suppose it’s just fun to shove another excuse to have a party and shoot off some fireworks into the year.” Yuno mused.

“I hate parties.”

“Too loud, right?”

“Yep.”

“I agree.”

Suddenly, a loud chorus erupted from behind them, the partygoers inside counting down from ten. Midnight was approaching.

“Liebe,” Yuno said suddenly as the count commenced.

Liebe looked back at him.

Three.

Yuno looked… nervous.

Two.

Suddenly, his hands were on Liebe’s cheeks, pulling him closer.

One.

Fireworks and cheers started exploding behind them, the new year officially started, but Liebe was preoccupied with Yuno’s lips on his.

He didn’t exactly know how to react.

It would be wrong to say he didn’t like the kiss. It was a good kiss. Not that he really had any experience, but it felt nice to kiss Yuno.

A few moments after the cheering died down, Yuno pulled away again.

“Sorry,” he said, averting his gaze. “I’ve been wanting an excuse to kiss you for a while.”

Liebe went red, his face burning. “You’ve what?”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.” Yuno repeated.

“Why?”

Yuno’s mouth tugged into a small smile. “I’m not sure,” he said. “You are strange.”

Liebe frowned. “I am.”

“Yeah,” Yuno agreed. “But.. in a good way. I like strange. I’d like to get to know your kind of strange better.”

“Isn’t that how you ask someone out on a date?” Liebe asked.

“That was my intention,” Yuno confirmed.

“Oh,” Liebe thought for a moment. He had obviously never dated anyone before, but Yuno was a pretty solid place to start. He had been subject to observing his squadmate’s relationships and, honestly, Yuno would absolutely be his first choice. “Yeah. Alright!”

“Nice,” Yuno said, smiling a little more. His smile was really pretty, Liebe noticed.

Liebe smiled back, a little awkwardly. “Should we go back inside?” he asked.

“The party won’t be over for a while yet,” Yuno said. “We can stay out here, if you want.”

“I would prefer that.” Liebe said.

“So would I.” Yuno replied, taking Liebe’s hand and intertwining their fingers.

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demiboy lesbians are honestly the coolest people in the whole world if you’re a demiboy lesbian i am giving you a big teddy bear

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THEY'RE SO CUTE ??? OH MY GOD ?????? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 😭 THANK YOU <33

I drew some Zorsch art for @prince-of-peacocks as part of a server event! I hope you like what I came up with and that your holidays are going well!

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Know your history:

Gay:

Used to mean carefree

Then sexually deviant

Then prostitute

Then slut

Then sodomite

And THEN as we know it today but only as a slur

Reclaimed in the seventies

LGBT:

Invented in the nineties

Has faced constant backlash (from both straight, queer, and LGBT folks from being not inclusive enough or too inclusive)

Every year there are pushes to change to acronym

LGBTQ

LGBTQ+

LGBTQ*

LGBTQIA

Mogai

Alphabet soup

Queer:

Used to mean “other”

Became a slang term for “not straight” in the 1400s

Became a slur in the early 1900s

Reclaimed in the 80s.

Sudden push back from within the queer community to have it seen only as a slur in the 2010s, a push that can be traced back to terf ideology.

Is the only term that includes all non cishet people

Homosexual

A medical diagnosis

Used for decades to make queerness into a mental illness

Used as a slur for the latter half of the 20th century

Rejected by the queer community as an acceptable term for a brief period of time in the early 2000s before coming back into fashion.

Only describes the experience of cis gay men and cis lesbians

Think what you want, believe what you will, but every word we have ever used to describe ourselves is coated in blood.

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one day some of you will actually go outside and go to pride and you’re going to meet old black queens who refers to themselves as femme, you’ll meet people from small towns who still use the word transsexual, you’ll see that your local activist organization set up a stall about your local LGBT history that includes leather bar’s history, you’ll see lesbians in groups refer to themselves as “guys” and “boys”, you’ll see someone with breasts and pasties and little else have “he / him” painted on his chest, and you’ll be so caught up with your terminally online attitude that instead of appreciating the wide diversity of people who exist in the LGBT community who are brave enough to share themselves you’ll just be formulating posts and tweets in your head for when get home about how “problematic” it all was and it’s honestly tragic

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic