#a-mere-chaotic-queer

[wavebiders]

Most of the time with media I get invested in I end up headcanoning most of the characters I like as queer in some way

But after 6 seasons of Voyager I am absolutely devasted to have come to the unfortunate conclusion that this is a crew made up of the most heterosexual people in space and the one (1) gay borg they're giving a complex

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

My Two Cents On The “ Is David Tennant Queer” Drama

As some of you know, I spent a solid third of the past year working on a movie-length video essay about David Tennant. This video essay features an eight minute section titled “Gender, Vulnerability, and Why David Tennant Is A Queer Icon”, which does not speculate on David’s own sexuality, but discusses the queer coding and subversion of gender norms in plenty of his roles and his importance as an ally to the LGBT community. At the same time, I was also coming to terms with my own identity as nonbinary and bisexual, and it ended up playing a crucial role in me finally working up the courage to come out to my parents. Characters like Crowley and the Doctor, both in terms of how they present themselves and how and who they love, have been absolutely instrumental in me developing my queer identity, and my comments section was full of people who had had similar experiences, who’d realized they were trans, nonbinary, gay, etc thanks to David and his characters. And as a result, I won’t deny that if David himself were to be queer, it would mean a lot to me.

Do I think David is queer? It’s certainly possible. I see a lot of how I express my queerness in how david chooses to express himself, most prominently through his frequent queer coding of characters who don’t necessarily have to be played as such. This can especially be seen through his Shakespeare characters, such as Richard, Hamlet, and some would argue Benedick as well. When I was 15 I played Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet, who I chose to play as a closeted young gay man harboring an unrequited crush on Romeo. I think I saw this role subconsciously as an outlet for my own repressed queerness, both of gender and sexuality, as I had experienced an unrequited crush on my female best friend the previous year which I was still in denial about. I’ve described my gender identity as “a girl with a chaotic tortured gay man inside of her that needs to be let out every once in a while”, which has never been more true than with Mercutio- a character who I might add, I took a great deal of inspiration from David when playing! In terms of using roles as an outlet for one’s queerness, I could absolutelt see this being true with David, especially when it comes to Crowley, who seems to have had an impact on David’s style, behavior, etc in a rather similar way to how he’s impacted me. I don’t want to act like David wearing pink docs means he must be gay, I think people should be allowed to wear whatever they want regardless of sexuality, but taken in conjunction with so many other things about him, it does make one wonder, and the fact that a seemingly straight man has been so many people’s queer awakening is a bit puzzling to say the least. I won’t pretend that these “signs” (if you interpret them that way), haven’t been increasing somewhat in the past year, and if I got to share my own coming out journey with the man who inspired it, I would be absolutely thrilled. I also can’t specifically think of an instance where David has SAID he is straight, as opposed to Taylor swift, who has.

With all of that said, where I personally draw the line is when mere speculation crosses into interfering with the subject’s personal relationships and the sense that one is OWED something. I believe that what matters to David more than anything is being a husband and a father. I believe he adores Georgia and his children and would not do anything in the world that he believes would jeopardize his family. As happy as I would be for David if he were to come out (probably as bi) I realize that that would put so much unwanted attention on his marriage and family and I think that’s the last thing he wants. I don’t think it’s IMPOSSIBLE that he and Michael Sheen are having a passionate love affair behind everyone’s backs, but I absolutely don’t consider it my place to insist that they are, because as much as I may feel like I do, I don’t know these people! And besides, if David were cheating on Georgia, he really would not be the person I thought he was.

So many queer people see themselves in David and his characters, and that is beautiful. And I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with having theories that David might be queer himself. However, it must be acknowledged that these theories are THEORIES, and they should not be used to invalidate people’s real life relationships- after all, it’s totally possible to be bi/pan and also be in a loving and healthy heterosexual relationship like David and Georgia at least seem to be in! If David were in fact “one of us”, I would welcome him with the openest of open arms, but unless and until he himself decides to proclaim himself that way, I will not expect anything of him other than to be the incredible artist and person we know and love.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

I have a mostly heterosexual readership but my number of queer readers are growing exponentially by the week. I am grateful for any human soul who adores the frequency I channel from and feel expanded in any capacity by my work.

I do not try to fit it with the heterosexual community because I am not a heterosexual person in my thinking, perceiving, or feeling. I do not care to fit in with the queer community either because I don't sense myself queer. The queer community is too wounded in oppression, locked into the mortal mind, and generally moves through the world too victimized for my taste and archetypal texture, not in full ownership of their divine power and light, which can also be said for the conscious black community. I have never felt aligned with the Western word "queer" as I feel more undefinable--which means-- indigenous and rootsy, a frequency where "sexuality" wasn't rigid and had a natural range, depth, spirit, and viscosity, a primordial mother so lighthearted and sensitive to subtle energy that she could make passionate love to the universe and repair her aching knee joints with the provisional light received. There is a great gift in not defining, boxing, or organizing every part of us into a system of language. Thank you, Mother Sobonfu Some, for courageously authoring range and clarity in your divine work.

I am merely who I am, and that person, that playful, creative, dancing, beautiful, womanly spirit in female form, a medicine woman and sensual Priestess, is enough.

I have lived in a 3rd lane for most of my life because I generally do not feel inferior to anyone or any system, which assisted me in unplugging the limiting programming and dogmatic thinking from my tissues and building more real grounded confidence in myself and my unique imprint without having a whole entourage around coddling me along the way. I didn't need to be part of the "feminist" crowd. The "witch" group. The LGBTQIA crowd. The conscious Black crowd. I participated in everything that I wanted to without any labels attached to my personhood. I was free. I still am.

The more anonymous you walk around, the brighter you shine.- Mother Caroline Myss

I care deeply about what's real--true love, the brightest expression of the power of God/creation running through our bodies, lives, and experiences.

I have dedicated myself to embodying love imperfectly. I am devoted to the chaotic and vulnerable journey of living full and plump and loving innocently. And it is a journey because all the programmings and conditioning baked into my mind, body, and psyche, and even the TV shows and movies I watched in my youth, have to come undone. And it can be chaotic because you are literally letting go of everything, shifting your perceptional field, changing frequencies, growing consciousness, growing new tissues, and evolving your mind. True chaos is the structure of the divine feminine. Surrender is key.

I also care about real nourishment and lubrication/hydration. And a range of intimacies and passions. And real human emotion. And authenticity. And relaxation, playfulness, and groundedness. And truthful, thoughtful, vulnerable relationships. And regeneration.

I am a Lover Archetype through and through.

I care about how to inspire people to love themselves (their cells) better and to love other people (and the cells of other people) better. And the only way to know love is to muster the courage to move through addictions, obsessions, shadows, and other blockages to love.

My desire to always be myself and not fit in if the harmony was not truly there has also been my superpower that has kept my body ripe life force energy, that juicy love, innocence, and aliveness. It has also kept my mind sharp and clear. I was never meant to fit in. And I am willing to bet that neither were you.

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Trust the ones who don't try to fit in.

The ones who seek to evolve into new imprints.

The ones who weave the deep magic of full body sensual explorations into practical life.

The ones who come out from the limiting programming of ancestors and heal unseen kin. The ones who harness the courage required to live their best lives.

The ones who tread through the mud of race, class, sexuality, and gender and stack river rocks as offerings to nuanced femme Gods.

The ones who do not shrink in order to make other people feel comfortable.

The ones who descend into the underworld, slough through discomforts, and come back with otherworldly solutions and next step directions.

The ones who burn with flames so red hot that their mere presence, without words or the any need to profess, illuminates.

The ones who dare to dream so big that they appear brilliantly naïve and beautifully childlike.

The ones who know that their knowledge is only a fraction of the whole truth.

The magical ones with soft strength and deep vulnerability, heat and humility, love and compassion, and drive and kindness. See them. Welcome them. Honour them. And most importantly, recognize them in you.

None of us are not supposed to do this work alone. --India Ame'ye, Author

[mycatwantstoeatpins]

I have no interest in seeing Gladiator II but I am enjoying Bret Devereaux's posts about it. Some excerpts (emphasis in original):

Gladiator II is explicitly set during the joint reign of Geta and Caracalla, two emperors of the Severan dynasty, but the film’s depictions of the two emperors is unrecognizable, [...] [H]ow does the film opt to portray Caracalla? Well, both of the emperors were cast as pale white young men with red hair; makeup is used to give their faces a sickly sort of color, with deep bags under their eyes. They’re presented in the film as chaotic, with Caracalla in particular being an effectively insane syphilitic (treating his pet monkey as a senator), and also queer-coded, shown with a decadent entourage of both men and women, wearing lots of jewelry (something only women and villains do in this film) and generally being fairly ‘camp.’ [...] – in contrast to the heroes Acacius and Lucius who are both explicitly straight and married to women. Indeed, even Lucius’ closest ally in the gladiator school, the former gladiator Ravi, stops to make sure we’re aware that he’s married to a woman. [...] Caracalla’s father was Septimius Severus, a man of North African extraction who claimed both Libyan and Punic ancestors. Caracalla’s mother, Julia Domna, was a Syrian woman, from an Arab family born in what today would be Homs, Syria (then Emesa). [...] [I]n the film, both Geta and Caracalla are the sort of emperors who send their generals – the fictional Marcus Acacius played by Pedro Pascal – to fight their ways, while they remain at Rome in luxury, far from any sort of violence. Indeed, this is an essential thematic contrast in the film: Rome’s failure and decadence are represented by the queer-coded, effiminate ‘soft’ men of the city and politics – Geta, Caracalla, Macrinus, Senator Thraex – while its vitality is represented by the hard men of violence – Acacius and Lucius. [...] Except the real Caracalla was exactly the sort of Roman that Ridley Scott pines for and he was a terrible emperor as a result. [...] Far from being a luxuriant, decadent, effeminate and insane figure – as Scott has him – the real Caracalla was perfectly sane. Paranoid, vengeful and violent, but absolutely in touch with reality. He is exactly the sort of man of violence these films glorify. And as a result he was a bad emperor! Caracalla’s lavish payments to the soldiers (he raised their pay substantially) and frequent campaigns (also expensive) drained the Roman treasury, while his reign reinforced the damaging precedent that the emperor was, for the most part, simply a soldier and a general. The problem with that is that if the emperor is just a general, then any general could be emperor and starting in 235, a non-trivial portion of Roman generals would try it, causing the Crisis of the Third Century. [...] For one, the film’s juxtaposition between the burly men of violence like Acacius and the weak, decadent senators is silly on its face. Indeed, Scott relies in both Gladiator films on a contrast between the career military men (Maximus, Acacius) and the political, senatorial elite. In Rome, these were the same men. To be a legatus Augusti pro praetore and to have a provincial command and a large army, one had to be a senator who had at least reached the praetorship. Not every senator was a general but every Roman general was a senator. Acacius’ claim in Gladiator II to not be “an orator or a politician” but merely a soldier and a general is a nonsense claim: at Rome, one could not be a general without being an orator and a politician. And while the film errs in suggesting that Roman collapse is just around the corner in 211 – when in fact we are close to the height of the empire and serious fragmentation is two centuries away – the Crisis of the Third Century (235-284) is coming. But the Crisis of the Third Century isn’t caused by a shortage of burly men in armor doing violence, but a surplus of them.

[dissecnalyst]

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Neopronouns collection 🔥—

ey/em/eir/eirs/emselves (or any other variation [ey/eym/eyr/eyrs/eymselves], but always plural)

this one/that one/its/that one's/itself (this one/that one/that one’s/that one’s/that oneself is the original set but I altered it lol)

ve/ver/vis/vis/verself

cy/cyr/cyr/cyrs/cyrself (cyr rhymes with deer)

xy/xyr/xyr/xyrs/xyrself (xyr rhymes with deer)

ze/hir/hir/hirs/hirself (hir rhymes with deer)

ze/zyr/zyr/zyrs/zyrself (zyr rhymes with deer)

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Fandoms:

— My main one is easily BNHA lol. I have not read the manga or watched the whole anime, I just get most of the lore from fanfics and other people's online posts lmaoo.

— Then next it's TCF (trash of the count's family). Ngl I think this was my first fandom lol. (I haven't read the novel since before the central plains arc though (in part 2). It's been a long time since I've read it.)

And due to me being in this fandom, I obviously got exposed to ORV and Holy Trinity memes and media which means I know some shit (spoilers) at least lmao.

— I read some marvel fics too? Idk it's from the movies not the comics. I'm not really that into the lore anyway.

— There are more but yeah those are kinda the main ones lol

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[mx-nii]

All of my hyperfixations - past and present - are merging into a chaotic bundle of the Triple Ts (terribly traumatized twinks) and slowly driving me insane.

I can’t focus on my day to day life when I’m constantly thinking of terribly traumatized twinks (not all of them are twinks BUT THEY ARE ALL GAY)

Like genuinely how am I supposed to focus on such trivial matters like pre-calc or my collapsing relationship with my father when all I can think about is:

how Heartstopper isn’t just a cringe teen show, it’s a beautiful representation of being young and queer, and how struggling with mental health can severely impact your most formative years - Charlie had friends and yet still felt completely alone and like he couldn’t burden them with his pain because mental illness fucks with your brain so deeply, it’ll make you believe you have nothing and no one when you may actually have something and someone

or how Dead Boy Detectives isn’t just a silly ghost show (although it’s a wonderful silly ghost show), its a show about how friendship and love can be the most powerful thing in your arsenal (aside from a magic cricket racket) and how your past can haunt (ha) you and how the constant fear of becoming who you hate most in the world will always linger in the back of your mind but your true family can keep you safe and help you heal, and how fucking impossible it is to be gay or a POC at the wrong place, in the wrong fucking time - and maybe you won’t be able to find any peace in your current situation but there is peace out there somewhere, waiting for you patiently. (Charles and Edwin found their peace in their own homebrew afterlife, but seeing as we are mere servants of the mortal plane and not transdimensional beings, we shall have to suffice with sculpting our own peace out of this terrifying world because we fully damn well can, and we deserve it)

or how she-ra isn’t some goofy kid show; it’s a show about how being groomed and manipulated can destroy a child’s psyche so much that it will take years to rebuild (also it’s gay as fuck). catra wasn’t cruel (okay maybe she was just a bit but hear me out guys- I’m due for a rewatch and all I remember is I love that woman more than life itself), she was abandoned again and again and again and all she wanted was for adora to stay, so she wouldn’t be alone anymore, not again. And finally- FINALLY she stayed (giving us one of the most cinematic scenes in history [so just this once, adora: stay]). Adora and Catra are two sides of the same coin. They were both subject to the mental and physical torture of Shadow Weaver and they both responded in different ways due to their own personalities and differences in how they were treated - but they found each other in the end, and always protected each other because that’s what best friends (specifically the really really gay ones) do.

or how the owl house ALSO isn’t a silly kids show, but instead another show about abuse and trauma and growing up queer, and how healing and freeing acceptance is (oh and also some more child soldiers). Amity was so mean to people because meanness and cruelty was all she knew, until Luz took the time to dig a bit deeper and find the real Amity buried deep inside - and how Luz and Amity, even at such a young age, in such a dangerous and confusing world, were ALWAYS there for each other, no matter what

or how 9-1-1 is deeper than just a random fire fire show. It depicts all sorts of personal struggles like post partum depression, PTSD, anxiety, trauma, child neglect/abuse, depression, abandonment, death, foster care, divorce, and ofc: suppressed queerness/comp het! (Eddie literally put Buck in his will and made him the designated legal guardian for Christopher - if that ain’t gay, idk what is)

or how criminal minds has one of the most tragically beautiful found family tropes whilst being a show about the literal scum of the earth? How even in such gruesome circumstances, these people banded together and made the most beautiful family.

or how Percy Jackson is a kids/teen book but delves into such deep and tragic topics so well. Child soldiers, child abuse, being queer at the wrong place and time, coming to terms with being queer, child soldiers, DID I MENTION THE CHILD SOLDIERS??

or how Epic uses expert music theory and lyricism to convey a gorgeous tragedy in the best way I’ve ever seen

or how the grishaverse had so much potential, and is a brilliant literary universe but was BUTCHERED on screen, wasting one of the best casts I’ve ever seen

Genuinely how do I move on with my life when I can’t stop thinking about this (and so many more thoughts that I don’t have the energy to write out at 3:30AM)

[bardic-tales]

Queerness in the Kingdom of Lust: an Original Concept for Fantasy Worlds Collide

It’s Worldbuilding Wednesday. With Pride Month in full swing, it’s the perfect time to ask the big, raw, revelatory questions about queerness in our fantasy worlds. Today, we’re descending into the sultry, seductive realm of Lust in the Abyssal Realms, where gender and desire are not only fluid, but weaponized, worshipped, and occasionally warped.

This isn’t a utopia. It’s something much stranger and darker. So how does queerness survive in a place that devours everything it touches? Let’s find out.

Possible Trigger Warnings: abuse of power, body horror, compulsion, emotional manipulation, eroticization of identity, fluid gender presentation, identity commodification, obsession, religious themes, seduction, sex as power, transphobia (inverted or fetishized), and weaponization of love. Please read with care as these topics can be triggering.

In the Kingdom of Lust, queerness is not merely present. It is elemental. Desire is a sacred force here, and its expressions are many-faceted, fluid, and deeply personal. The demonic entities of Lust revel in sensuality and transformation, unconstrained by binary thinking. Love and identity are understood as ever-shifting dances between form and feeling, and queer relationships are not only accepted but often placed at the center of cultural myths and rituals.

In Lust, suppression is a foreign concept; indulgence, in all its forms, is divine. However, that same acceptance can turn into commodification when desire is consumed, packaged, and used for power. It is a realm where queerness thrives but must also guard itself from being devoured.

Nonbinary and genderfluid identities are not anomalies here. They are ancient truths written into the fabric of the realm itself. Incubi and succubi, sirens, and spirit-beasts all exist in fluid forms, slipping between appearances as easily as thought. To be stable in one gender is often seen as a mark of naiveté or even rebellion against Lust’s chaotic essence. These beings do not transition. They evolve. Their identities ripple like heatwaves, reflecting who they are at any given moment, and this fluidity is revered as a mark of enlightenment and erotic wisdom. Among spirits and beasts, one's essence is read more in aura and presence than in physical form or pronouns.

Love, in this domain, is both weapon and worship. Envy festers over soul-deep bonds. Passion becomes a contest of power. Some forms of love are romanticized. Twin flames that burn forever, sacred triads, or seductions that reshape entire regions of the Kingdom of Lust.

Others are envied or twisted. Devotions become obsessions, or partnerships used to climb the infernal ladder. In Lust, the most powerful magic often springs from love that’s been harnessed, manipulated, or sacrificed. The cultural tension lies in discerning genuine connection from performative passion: a challenge even demons struggle with.

There are indeed figures who act as icons or protectors of queer beings. One such entity is Velvethrix, the Flame That Does Not Burn, an ancient draconic demon who appears differently to each who summon them. Sometimes Velvethrix is male, sometimes female, and, most importantly, sometimes neither or all. They are a patron of transmutation and transformation, a protector of those who live between, beyond, or outside categories. Shrines to Velvethrix dot the Gardens of Desire, often nestled in hidden alcoves where offerings of mirrors, perfume bottles, and silk ribbons are left. They are not a deity of Pride as celebration, but of Pride as survival: a flame that endures, even when twisted into taboo.

Still, the Kingdom of Lust is not a utopia. For all its reverence of desire and diversity, its very nature bends toward excess and consumption. Queerness may be celebrated, but it is also aestheticized, eroticized, and sometimes weaponized. Love, gender, identity? Nothing is off-limits, but nothing is sacred unless it can protect itself. In Lust, to exist authentically is a radical act of beauty, but it is also a dangerous form of power.

[zarathelonewolf]

This Foxy is currently debating whether or not she is actually AroAce.

I am figuring out that my absence of sexual and romantic attraction a lot of the time could largely be owed... to the fact that I am surrounded by fascists or "liberals" all the time, so I don't find any real life person attractive ENOUGH.

I am not joking. It seems that ideological alignment Is FUNDAMENTAL in me developing certain types of feelings.

Even if I am not bi, I think I might be Demiromantic and Demisexual.

I DO experience sexual attraction ALMOST instantly when I interact with people that seem courteous and aren't spouting slurs left and right. The same happens when I see someone who is visibly queer or gender non-conforming: I actually happen to forge bonds of trust in such an easy way with such people.

If I do not feel like I am surrounded by safe people/people who don't discriminate, my brain may jump to "acquaintance" feelings, but not to the "platonic" or "romantic" or "sexual" feelings. It's like my conscious hates these people and has its day completely ruined as a result of meeting them, so for the rest of the day It has a hard time feeling attraction of various types and THAT'S what makes the feels and drives so confused and chaotic as I go on with life, even in the following days.

To all people reading this: I am not saying this for attention. I am merely explaining recurring thoughts I have, sharing them with the community. I hope nobody is annoyed by any one of my ramblings when they happen to stumble upon them.

But BOY am I confused AND figuring stuff out at the same time.

And also: the AroAce community has nevertheless a very very important place in my heart. You guys welcomed me, helped me feel less alone. I am forever grateful and still stand forever by your side, no matter where my reflections may lead me.

Foxy says hi!

P.S. I still crave QPRs and a mate! Wagging my tail at the thought!

Oh, and for the non-binary community, friends! Any demigirl around here that can tell me if someone could be considered a demigirl if they feel like a girl and not a girl/boy EQUALLY? I frankly don't know how to answer this question... Like, what Is your experience being a demigirl?

P.P.S (EDIT): I think aroallo might be the term that best describes me so far. Yeah.

Maybe I'll Just go with AroAllo. For now 🦊

[ironlamb]

bailey bass , twenty two , demi woman , she + they . announcing ! lady baelora velaryon of house velaryon hailing from driftmark . they are known to be loyal & determined but also , unpredictable & eccentric across the realm . there are faint whispers that they support house velaryon alongside their house.

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

birth name : baelora velaryon . pronunciation : bay - lor - uh , vuh - lair - ee - uhn . nicknames : bae , lora , lo . date of birth , age : third day of the third month , twenty - two . place of birth : driftmark . gender , pronouns : demi woman , she / they . orientation : queer . status : royal princess as far as she's concerned lady .

𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

height : five foot two inches - 157 cm . build : petite build with lithe limbs . hair : silver and curly, falls down her shoulders and until about upper to mid back . eye colour : girly's got heterochromia so left a clear light lilac , right a quarter lilac mixed with a darker indigo . notable features : button nose, striking silver hair , deep dimples in her cheeks , mismatched eyes . faceclaim : bailey bass .

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

natal chart : scorpio sun , aries moon , pisces rising ( likely has no relevance in this world but i wanted to give it for personality reference ) moral alignment : chaotic evil . mbti : esfp , the entertainer . positive traits : playful , thoughtful , independent , intuitive , creative , charming , resilient , bold , passionate , devoted . negative traits : uncompromising , merciless , ruthless , mercurial , impulsive , deceitful , manipulative , unforgiving , self serving , apathetic, obsessive . character inspirations : harley quinn ( batman ) , alys rivers ( house of the dragon ) , toga himiko ( my hero academia ) , abigail ( abigail ) , lottie matthews ( yellowjackets ) , daemon targaryen ( house of the dragon ) .

𝑻𝑳𝑫𝑹 . drowning tw , near death experience tw ( i try to make it p vague but i will indicate ! )

baelora velaryon was born last in her line . the youngest of the seasnakes . a denouement .

she didn't know it at first . the gods decided to take their time with bestowing her destiny upon her . so before she was truly born baelora was merely a girl . innocent . kind . they adored their siblings and their lord father and mother . they adored their cousins , and the staff who worked on driftmark . they were bright and curious and warm to all , even those who likely didn't deserve it . and yet , baelora couldn't help but bestow it anyways . her love was bottomless . she could drown in it .

and drown she did .

it was unbecoming of a velaryon . she knows that now . but perhaps it was necessary . perhaps it was written in the stars .

drowning tw ! near death experience tw ! one moment she was on the shore , playing on the rocks with her siblings , a bright and rambunctious child of all of five . and the next she was falling . a hand outstretched , a breath caught in her throat as she tumbles over the edge of that cliff . the water swallows her . and then darkness . and then salt .

drowning tw ! near death experience tw ! she remembers it all even now . can remember the cold of it . can remember the burn in her lungs . can remember the pain of her head hitting rock before it all went dark .

she remembers what happened after that . what the gods showed her . what bestowed upon her .

when baelora woke up again she woke anew and freshly baptized in the blood still adorning her crown ; a mark from the gods . she should've died that day . she didn't .

it was not without reason . it was not without purpose .

baelora was not without purpose .

the innocent girl that she was died that day . fell to her death from the cliff on that shore . baelora , as she was now , arose from the ashes of her . what happened that day was a death ; there was no getting around it .

and she was glad for it . it ripped the blindfold off of her eyes . baelora saw the world as it really was now . and it , in turn , saw her .

baelora slipped into the reality of her exceptionality with ease . after all, she knew what she had to do . for just a moment , the blood of old valyria had spoken to her . or perhaps something older than that . or perhaps something even older than that .

it is the knowledge that she was saved , that perhaps she had died and returned , that paved baelora's path into the occult . or perhaps that isn't quite it . baelora knew she should be there , and so she was . the path was not paved , but already there for her , and now , without her blindfold obscuring her vision , she could finally see it .

she can accurately remember how her father started the first time he saw her reading large , forgotten tomes on valyrian magic in the driftmark library . she remembers the unsettled glean in his eyes when she smiled up at him , too wide and too different .

baelora knows that her father could sense something was different about her . that her mother felt the same . she knew that they perhaps whispered about her . that they perhaps longed for the child she was before . she felt little concern for it . after all , it was of little consequence .

instead, they threw themself into the study of magic with an obsessive passion . they were not meant for divination, much to their chagrin, but they would not question the gods. instead, they found their affinity in potions ; in spells . perhaps baelora was not a dreamer but she was a witch . as the gods had meant for to be . as they had wanted for her to be .

it was that divine path that led her to her dragon . after all, what was a dragon but magic incarnate ? the magic within her spoke to the magic within her sweet aegarax . they found each other through it . one day baelora woke and she simply knew . she went aboard a ship with that knowing , sailed it with that knowing . and she found him with it , lost and alone and waiting for her . her dragon . her aegarax .

they would burn the world together .

baelora knows they were meant for greatness . after all, the gods had sparred them . they had gifted her with her affinity . they had set this out for her , for the velaryons . and what in this world was greater than a crown ? what greater than that could they be meant for ? perhaps , godhood but they were willing to pace themself . one step at a time .

the throne will be theirs . if no one else will do it , she will rip it off visenya's head herself if need be .

after all, the gods favour the bold . they favour her .

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪 .

this bitch is crazie y'all ... i'mma be so fr . was an angel of a child literally THE SWEETEST until she LITERALLY hit her head as a kiddo and turned into a demon baby , i just KNOW corwyn is looking over his shoulder like he's in a horror movie sdkjds but she is so , so pro velaryon like they literally think that their family is meant and destined for this i fear and she's probably been preaching that shit since she as like five ,,, can you imagine how spooky that would for a five year old to be like 'we should retake our seat on the iron throne father', like corwyn king i'm so sorry . also , does she know magic or is she just bonkers ? great question , we'll all find out together < 3 dsksd like they are out here making potions and making sacrifices to the old gods of old valyria but ? does it actually do anything or is it all in her head ? stay tuned to find out ! a LOT of a wildcard , kind of lacks empathy sometimes but is v protective of her own like . idk if it's entirely because of love or attachment or that good old velaryon pride babie . a little alys coded which WE LOVE but unfortunately a little daemon coded < / 3 like when daemon kind of crashed out during the battle with the crab feeder and went in by himself and also weirdly punched the hell out of that messenger ? baelora core i fear . when daemon cut vaemond down ? also baelora core . just a really unpredictable truly and not always in the best way . insisted on learning the way of the sword as a child and again , after their accident they were like a fully grown adult in a child's body at times so corwyn was probably like okay whatever you want pls stop staring at me like that and please blink . so ya , v much chaotic , v much fun loving but . is their idea of fun everyone else's idea of fun ? probably not . that said they would be a GREAT cult leader i won't even lie and yk what if this whole crown thing doesn't pan out and they somehow manage to live ... that's going to be their next plan of action . they're going full red priestess fr fr . but ya < 3 dsksd that's it .

𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . just something to spring off of for plotting things .

someone she's kind of fixated on on the other side could be fun ,,, she's like come here < 3 you are meant to be on driftmark's side < 3 , childhood friends because have you met me i freaking love a childhood friend connect ,,, a favourite sibling bc ofc , betrothals or broken betrothals , someone as pro velaryon as her who enables her ( i'm looking for two ruthless bitches looking at each other saying exactlyyyy ) , past dalliances maybe idk let's have fun , people who think they've cast a spell on them < / 3 ( daemon and alys brotp you will always be famous to me ,,, ) , a unlikely bestie ( daemon and alys brotp you will ALWAYS be famous to me ,,, ) , a voice of reason that she actually listens to , and literally anything else ok thx < 3

[bansheeoftheforest]

putting all your skillpoints in one language is something i can relate tbh. i speak portuguese in my daily life but my own writing in it makes me cringe. the mere prospect of writing smut in portuguese makes me cry, and i love writing smut even when i'm not attracted to the characters involved, i just think it's fun.

anyways. i put everything i like into my jekyll. he has it all: mad scientist (obv), cult leader, religious imagery, mommy AND daddy issues, all my disorders, very queer (not like he'd admit to the later two tho), goth, lawful evil (lawful evil jekyll & chaotic neutral hyde is my favourite combination bc they're annoying in very different ways but equal amounts). my frankenstein is not much better, but she's more toned down (still a transfem girlfailure scientist with lichtenberg scars tho)(i went with female frankenstein because of tgs influence and couldn't let go of it after). griffin is there and he's jekylls ex bf/former academic rival/nuisance. sherlock and watson are minor characters and are bot beating the old married couple allegations. dorian gray is an annoying bitch who causes problems on purpose but his charisma stat is maxed so we can't complain. there's also a bunch of ocs, most of them inspired by characters from other adaptations (esp the musical (i don't fully disconsider traditional publishing so i divorced it from any media that wasn't public domain a while ago)) and a few others who are just blorbos from my brain that i try to fit into any project i'm hyperfixated at.

obligarory "sorry for infodumping on you but i'll do it more if you give me permission" line, and i'll be happy to listen (read actually, but semantics) if you want to yap back.

- 🕷️

I have to admit when i was boyfailuring on writing bg3 fics i considered just turning to smut in the equivelent of giving up becoming a doctor and deciding to be a stripper. just "PLOTS AND GENUINE RELATIONSHIPS ARE HARD. WHY CANT I JUST WRITE THE MOST BASIC SMUT". In the end i have so far decided against it because for once in my life ive learned to have shame /j

ANYWAYS, THIS ALL SOUNDS VERY VERY INTERESTING /GEN. Esp love the Griffin / Jekyll exes part bc them being enemies to lovers or lovers to enemies will always hit right. Sherlock and Watson never misses. Never read dorian grey tho so sadly cannot attest to any of that but it sounds very on brand xD

YOU ARE VERY FREE TO INFODUMP but. My day has not necessarily been good so I really cannot promise that I will answer now or answer in a satisfactory manner, I would also love to yap but sadly I dont really have a lot to yap about rn xD

[mrghostrat]

im gonna be completely honest, the streamer au reminds me exactly of my streamer rpf days... how people talk about streamer aziracrow is 1:1 how people would talk and write about their streamer ships. so while i am in love w/ your au its giving me Flashbacks to Times..brr

thfhtf UNDERSTANDABLE the rpf days were dark and i have Been There. nobody understands better than me TRUST ME

(and also make sure u remember you can blacklist tags if you need a break bc theres no reason you should suffer if youre feelin squicked out by something, even if it's temporary)

idk why im such a sucker for famous AUs and the idea of being Perceived. (i've been honestly trying to figure this out lately, and i think it's the appeal of writing Ideal Rolemodels that i didn't have, or that i wished we all had more of. so whether it's outsider POV of teachers or celebs or aziraphale being a weird bookseller who gives queer kids a safe space to read, orrrrrrr a chaotic evil twitch streamer who is actually a good person turns out to be secretly married to his roommate, which means safe queer relationships do indeed exist so one day you might find one too, but it's so exciting to see something like that presented on your screen, especially when it's a real person, because you suddenly feel validated for merely existing)

so yea it's just nice being able to go ham on this kind of setting with two extremely fictional characters that suffer nothing for it.

[inapat18]

Paris as a cinematic archive in Cléo de 5 à 7

Lorraine Schultz-Théry

Introduction: the city as a living archive

In Cléo de 5 à 7 (1962), Agnès Varda transforms Paris into a living, cinematic archive—not through documents or records, but through space, movement, and lived experience. As Cléo moves through the city over the course of ninety real-time minutes, Paris emerges not merely as the backdrop of her journey, but as an active, dynamic entity that stores memories, emotions, and traces of collective history.

Agnès Varda.

The emotional cartography of urban space

Varda's use of real locations—markets, cafés, metro stations, parks captures Paris as it truly existed in the summer of 1961. What elevates the city from a mere filmed setting to an authentic archive is the way it is mapped through Cléo's shifting emotional perception. Each space she traverses—from the boutique where she tries on hats to the Montsouris Park where she meets a stranger—functions as a memory node. As theorist Marlène Manoff suggests, archives are not only about preservation but also about the emotional and symbolic systems that determine how meaning is created and recalled. Through this lens, Varda demonstrates how urban environments absorb and reflect human states.

A rhizomatic constellation

This vision echoes Diego Marchante's notion of the archive as a rhizomatic constellation—a non-linear, decentralized network. Cléo's path through the city is not logically structured but emotionall driven. Her movements are impulsive, guided by anxiety and vulnerability. In this way, Paris transcends being a static museum of the past and becomes a fluid archive, where meaning is reactivated through affective encounters. Each street corner, face, or café becomes part of an ephemeral chain of memory in motion.

Diego Marchante.

The geography of interiority

What distinguishes this film is how Paris becomes a cartography of interiority. Varda constructs a geography of emotion—not a city of monuments or landmarks, but of sensations and presence. The spaces Cléo inhabits reflect her transformation: the crowded, chaotic streets mirror her anxiety; the quieter, open spaces of the park mirror her growing clarity and self-awareness. The urban fabric is not neutral—it is imbued with temporal and psychological depth.

Cléo de 5 à 7.

Archiving ordinary existence

In this sense, Varda's Paris is an archive not of grand historical events, but of ordinary existence, of fleeting gestures and unrecorded lives. It is precisely this attention to the everyday—to the "infra-ordinary", as Georges Perec might call it—that gives the film its archival richness. The city captures the rhythms of a generation, the textures of a particular day, the ephemeral intersections between people and space. It becomes, as Derrida describes in Archive Fever, an archive that does not preserve stasis but opens itself to constant reinterpretation.

Conclusion: a temporal architecture

Cléo de 5 à 7 thus invites viewers to experience Paris not as a fixed object of nostalgia, but as a temporal architecture, constantly rewritten through walking, seeing, and remembering. In doing so, Varda creates a new form of archival cinema—one in which the city breathes, remembers, and transforms along with its characters.

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BIBLIOGRAPHY

DERRIDA, Jacques. Archive fever: a freudian impression. Translated by Eric Prenowitz, University of Chicago Press, 1996.

MANOFF, Marlene. Theories of the Archive from Across the Disciplines. Portal: Libraries and the Academy, vol. 4, no. 1, 2004, pp. 9–25.

MARCHANTE, Diego. Constellations archivistiques et rhizomes critiques. In: Zoé Adam, Archives incarnées – Réflexions sur quelques pratiques archivistiques queers, Proteus – Cahiers des théories de l’art, no. 17, 2021, pp. 32–41.

PEREC, Georges. L’infra-ordinaire. Paris, Éditions du Seuil, 1989.

[achronicleofblasphemy]

Here is the Prologue to the book I'm publishing piecemeal online!

It's titled "A Chronicle of Blasphemy" and is a fantasy based in two worlds, one modern day urban fantasy, the other more medieval fantasy. The world is extremely queer friendly. Discrimination due to sexuality and/or pronouns is non-existent.

Hope you enjoy!

A Chronicle

Of Blasphemy -

Prologue.

Notes on Final Research By Absalom Wren.

Magistrate of The Sacred Circle. Second Hand of Grand Master Theylis Ophram. Beneficed Theologian of the Church of Divine Order.

             I am not myself. Not as you've known me. Just as the eternity I entered millennia ago has changed, I am no longer what Transcendency has created me to be. I do not believe I can escape what it is I have become. Not escape, that does not seem right. I should be careful what I say and who I portray myself as in this exposition. I suppose that is what I am trying to relate. In accordance, it would be wise to note my feelings on Ealheim’s blasphemy, before relaying my methods in my research. Since his desecration of The Tabernacle, the violation of stepping foot in the holiest of holies without the permission of The Divine has left its taint in the minds of us all. It had never seemed possible. If anything, because we could not imagine it, it wasn’t. The mar of it has ired the faces of our brethren. Which I now must look upon with a seed of suspicion taking root with every passing glance. I have looked upon the feelings of doubt and violation in their faces and felt mistrust. This veiled paranoia has scarred me with a ruin I cannot come back from. Few of us were righteous before we began our journey in the afterlife. Even if millennia had made us forget that, the memory of it now breathes a new life in the planes of divinity.

What was thought impossible is now possible. I believe this is a good place to begin. The Divine seeing it fit to place Ealheim’s thread of life into The Baptismal Pools, was seen as an act of grace after his annihilation. We could finally witness his movements through the different planes of existence firsthand. After his escape into the Mana Wastes from The Realm of the Profane we had seen mere shadows of his actions. How he was able to survive in the Mana Wastes for so long remains a mystery, but our suspicion that he carried an aura of interference from it was confirmed. Seeing his life first hand allowed us to fill in the gaps and cement the understanding of his influence throughout the centuries. I will not reiterate what we all found. We are all aware. It lives in us now. Feeding the seed of mistrust among us.

After this shift in spirit, I set my sights back on the instigators we had been previously studying in our most recent research. With this newfound knowledge of Ealheim’s influence, it allowed me the opportunity to fill in the gaps of Cyrano and Evie’s present actions. I had offered them my whole attention before Ealheim. It was to be a petition to The Divine to reopen the channels of Transcendence to the Afterworld of Serenity. Therein those who accomplished nothing of any repute in the living world, would again be able to transcend through the hierarchy of the Afterworld. Since Jaimor’s subjugation of it millennia ago, and after his children consumed him and began their chaotic rule, I had repeatedly pleaded with The Divine in my supplication to deal with the treachery. Despite my efforts, The Divine never saw it fit to respond to my supplications. A result, I see now, to be expected. In response to Ealheim’s Blasphemy they have repeated the same castration. All Channels of Transcendence between the Afterworlds of Divine Order are severed. Something I feel needs repeating.

It is the first decree of the Clergy of Divine Order to not concern ourselves with the emotive discourse of the past and present lives we document. These fleeting feelings cannot fathom the eternity that awaits them, and in the end, are tempered away by the steps of transcendence to higher realms of eternity. When I returned to the reflections of Cyrano and Evie's lives, my view of their movements held the knowledge of Ealheim’s intent. The pain of now knowing their naive culpability tore at me. Looking over their lives and the lives of their comrades, their innocence wounded me. Or rather, pressed mercilessly against the wound of Ealheim's blasphemy. For the first time since my bare feet touched the warm earth of this church, I questioned The Divine's intent. 

I must tread carefully now. While I do not intend to stay within the safety of The Divine Realm, I am fully aware of the reach of The Divine’s influence. However, I will not go back and remove what I have stated previously. It is important this seed of doubt be known so you may understand why I have cataloged this research in the manner it is presented. It is not chronological. It is also not removed from the emotive transference that exists in living souls. When I returned to Cyrano and Evie, I allowed myself to be enveloped in their mortal understanding. Or maybe, I was swept under? Truthfully, I am uncertain. What I do know is after allowing myself to be immersed in their mortal lives I felt the touch of time again. A memory burned away millennia ago. Their urgency became my own, and their feeling of loss and triumph reconnected the threads I had long allowed to be severed. I felt shame.

            After reliving life through their eyes, I removed myself from the church to a quiet and nearly unused section of the Baptismal Pools. In an act of disobedience, I relived my own life. I ate. I slept. I celebrated and mourned with my tribe. I remembered my name, Ishraq.  I saw my children and remembered my love for them. All my successes and failings came back to me. Including the knowledge, I did not know where my children were within the planes of eternity. So, I followed them. I do not know how long I spent in the pools, but several lifetimes passed through me, and I ached with longing for them all once I left. In my mind, scattered in thousands of memories, I felt my family as a part of me again. I forgot Ealheim. Strangely, I did not forget Cyrano and Evie. My theory is the familiarity of their love for each other, as chosen siblings, weaved itself into the pattern of my blood.

            I fear by publicly admitting to the cardinal sin of reliving my own life in The Baptismal Pools I have forced my intended exile. Even if I may survive existing within the chaotic ether of the Mana Wastes, I fear I may no longer be welcome on the holy grounds of the church. My reasoning in this act was my own I suppose. Removed from the single goal of the church to document Divine Order within the ever-evolving workings of creation. Despite my inescapable suspicions of my brethren, I have become the one to sever my right as a member of this church. I will enact my own punishment in the hopes that my journey through the unshaped ether of provenance may reveal to me what is left after this willful act of disobedience. As a last act I present to you my findings of the events leading to Ealheim’s desecration of our most sacred realm of eternity. Within them the presence of time and the fragility of a living soul remains intact.

            It should be mentioned before I end this final entry that there was an anomaly in my research. While someone managing to stay hidden from the oversight of The Divine is well known during the years Ealheim escaped to the Mana Wastes, a being having the ability to exist wholly outside the will of The Divine has never been known before. How this being has managed to do so and whether it is an act of their own accord I cannot say. It appears as they reached a certain level of being they have managed to remove themselves from the curtain of Divine Omnipresence. What they are and how they came to be I do not know for certain. All I can gather is that if they are possible, there are wonders of creation we have not yet known.

[myprofessormadememakethis]

The Erotic and Emily Dickinson: The Power in Sex Part 2

Emily Dickinson throws caution to the wind in her short poem Wild Nights from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. She shrewdly hides her message in a metaphor about ships and docks, but a raw truth lurks beneath her clever wordplay. While describing the utter joy she experiences on wild nights with her lover, she mentions that dangerous winds blow around her, but they are “futile” to her who is docked “in port.” She throws out her compass and her chart, items that sailors use to seek a destination, for she has already found the place where she will settle. The port, or her lover, is her home. When she evokes the imagery of Eden, she once again references traveling through the sea, presenting a paradoxical dynamic of both a calm and chaotic environment, which gives two meanings to the next line, "Ah, the sea!” It could both be a cry of fear and a hum of pleasure, but these simultaneous emotions are at the core of the narrator’s attraction. She embraces this feeling as she requests another night with her lover.

Dickinson, being queer and a woman, knows the dangers of passion, an emotion that women, especially from her time, are expected to suppress, but still, she exposes the full charge of her sexual desire, no matter how uncomfortable it may be, to enjoy one more night with the person she references as her “port.” Unlike Walt Whitman, this poem fully understands the power of the erotic that Audre Lorde describes in her book The Uses of the Erotic. Because Dickinson refuses to look away or even degrade her attraction, she manages to connect with her partner in a way that quells the fear of the tempestuous waters around her. She is known and loved completely in this space, and that love secures her against all hardship. This is the value of sexual revolution, it is "recognizing the power of the erotic charge within our lives...(to) give us the energy to pursue genuine change within our world, rather than merely settling for a shift of characters in the same weary drama" (Lorde 91). Many other poems from Dickinson's collection explore themes of blunt sexuality in a way that scandalizes even the modern American mind, but these examinations of sexuality are inherently different than pornography, which is for mere pleasure. They are meant to unveil the beauty of sex in a world that wishes to hide sex's existence altogether.

Part 1

-Ysabella Porche

[peachpitmp3]

flarrie, 001 ?

when I started shipping it if I did: well uh my first flarrie post is from february 2nd 2021 so. probably a bit before then i guess.

my thoughts: i love them?? so much?? okay but seriously like. their dynamic is just absolutely amazing. just the whole idea of them in general. gosh. okay there are many more questions in this so i'll end it here lol

What makes me happy about them: they have SO much potential. like. just look at them. they have all the pining and all the yearning and their relationship would have so much power and also they work so well in SO many au's. and also they seamlessly fit into the carrie redemption arc.

What makes me sad about them: they're not gonna be canon. it's fine, i have fanfic and i've accepted it, and i know that not every fic has to be/should be canon, but still :(

things done in fanfic that annoys me: making just one of them the bitchy character (theyre both bitches!! thats what makes them in love!!! they love that about each other!!!) and also making carrie seem perfect or having her be instantly forgiven by flynn and not have to take accountability for her hurtful actions. also, erasing julie from the group just for their relationship.

things I look for in fanfic: julie present somehow if it's a longer fic, carrie redemption arc if it's canon/post canon, good characterization (bitchiness and softness for both of them!!)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: carrie just needs to focus on being a decent person imo lol. like she has a whole redemption arc to get through. as for flynn, uh. uhm. okay not really anyone lol but as long as they're happy i'm happy.

My happily ever after for them: carrie redemption arc -> lots of pining -> they finally get together (mayhaps after julie meddles) -> excessive bitchiness and softness

who is the big spoon/little spoon: i think carrie would be the big spoon!! sometimes in her life she feels powerless/out of control as trevor wilson's daughter and she loves the feeling of being able to "protect" or hold onto flynn when they're most vulnerable. however, sometimes when carrie is feeling not-so-great flynn will be the big spoon and just hold her for a while.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: arguing and watching movies and giving excessive, snarky commentary about every single aspect.

[amoderndreamletdown]

Ask for the night: what was the name of the last playlist you played? and if that's boring/too personal, what was the latest musical artist you discovered?

The last playlist I listened to was called ““Projecting onto Bobby hours” because, well, I was very much projecting onto Bobby. The latest musical artists I discovered that I got really into was Make Out Monday, their songs are so good!!