#this is apparently sitting in my drafts

[paperglader]

when you think about it, what was gayer? anne lister wearing black for decades on end because her lover got married to someone that wasn’t her, or alicent hightower wearing green to signal “war” for 15+ years after her situationship decided to hook up with someone else and lie about it?

[palossssssand]

[halfwaysincere]

   for @escapingreality51

[linovadraws]

Greg is a registered service animal!

[magpie-sherlock]

Prompt:

Movement is life.

Warriors had been told this for years. It applied to strategy in hand-to hand combat. If someone takes you down, get out from under them. Every moment counts. Never stop moving.

He tells this to Wind now as they spar. He had gotten a takedown on the boy and was now showing him how to escape. Being on the ground is never safe in a fight. Too vulnerable.

"Dinner!" Four cries from the edge of their little clearing. Wars gets off of Wind and holds out a hand. Wind takes the hand, muttering something about the unfairness of their height differences.

They walk over to where Wild has dinner set up. They get their bowls and sit on one of the logs. Wars looks around; everyone's accounted for. Wild especially catches his eye. Wild is always moving. Cracking his knuckles, bouncing his leg, picking at scabs; Wars has never seen him sit still for more than ten seconds.

Since they had arrived in Wild's Hyrule a few days ago, he had been moving even more. Wars didn't blame him. Movement is life, after all. Wild's had to try hard to stay alive here.

[cucurbitapuella]

I think I loved El Higgins so much bc she really digs deep into a core character trait I find so powerful and fascinating and that's selfishness as fuel for selflessness. The ones who look around and tell the world, don't you dare touch that one, They're Mine, and pour all of that and all of themselves into protecting what's Theirs, and also btw fuck off that one is Also Theirs, in fact, Everyone Is.

(See also: Tiffany Aching, Beka Cooper).

The Last Graduate is most obviously about this (El has her alliance who are Hers and then despite her best efforts she has her pack of freshmen who are, ugh, Hers, and eventually must grudgingly open up to realizing that now absolutely everyone is Hers and she's getting all of them out there, fuck you very much), but then. Then! The Golden Enclaves shows the struggle of that kind of selfishness, of saying these ones are mine and fuck the cost, I will pay it (off of the backs of those ones). Because the modern enclaves ARE paying it, because their children are Theirs and what wouldn't you do? (A lot, actually, it turns out, if you had to do it with your own hands, eyes open and ears unblocked)

The way that most of the contributors to an Enclave need the wool pulled over their eyes (literally!!) so they cannot even register that the gift horse HAS teeth, because then they might see what horrible gore is stuck in them. They just want to save their children, and the cost is so high - but it's so removed, so, is it really even real? And El's the cosmic foil to that, the one who looks at it and goes "no, that's real. You have to pay it yourselves you can't defer the cost." Even before she works out that the price is higher than the first sacrifice (which is. Horrifying enough on its own), she's desperately trying to get to one of Hers and she can't pay the cost to save Liu on her own, she needs them all to buy in, and she taps into everyone's collective selfishnes and gives them an out and they have to work for it but they take it and they do the work! They pay up front! They try to make some fucked up reparations!

And that selfishness, of El's audacity to even dare question the system, but also most people's basic selfishness (wanting to keep yourself and your children safe and to do it without all the blood on your hands) - that's what's going to see them all through, together.

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Pyrrah definitely has a “no kissing during dragon flights” rule once Soren and Corvus get together, and I’m thinking about how incredibly awkward it must’ve been for Ezran to have to be the one to tell them.

Like, I’m sure Pyrrah tried to hint at it while they were flying back to Katolis after a stint looking for Harrow, but they kept thinking she was just hitting some turbulence. And it doesn’t matter what kissing: cheek, hand, on the lips - she doesn’t want any of that funny business happening on her.

So when they’re about to leave after a few days in Katolis to debrief and rest, as Ezran is saying goodbye to them he stutters out something about how Pyrrah requests there be no more in-flight kissing if they want to stay on her good side.

Soren and Corvus are, of course, mortified.

[tevanbuckley]

this might be controversial, but man am i becoming increasingly convinced that buddie trutherism* is just not (and probably never has been) a very healthy way to engage with this show. *to be clear, by this i don't mean shipping buddie, or hoping it'll be canon, or thinking that it could be, i mean the completely unshakeable belief that it is absolutely going to happen (and to a lesser extent that it's always been the plan).

every single piece of evidence for buddie is evidence of a potential, often very compelling potential, but there is really nothing to suggest some big six season plan or any plan at all.

i'm sure a lot of these ppl (maybe even most) aren't bad, or doing anything out of malice. however, i do think having a large chunk of the fandom make post after post, week after week, season after season going "don't worry guys, buddie's definitely happening because of x, y or z," has helped create the current environment. where ppl have spent so long in a bubble where buddie's been presented as the only reasonable outcome, that they can't conceive of the idea they might've been wrong.

atp a lot of buddie meta isn't a queer reading of the show/relationship it's just straight up lies. no tommy isn't a miserable hater who never smiles at his bf, nor is he a predatory freak preying on sweet baby bi buck, and no eddie wasn't jealous at the wedding, no buck didn't realise he was in love with eddie when he came out to him. truly, after a decade in different fandoms, I don't think i've ever seen shipping goggles this bad.

again i don't think the ppl making meta/analysis about things that genuinely have some queer subtext to them are bad or doing anything wrong. but, when a narrative that you're contributing to is feeding into this much wider ecosystem that's influencing others to harass ppl and peddle homophobic dog whistles in an attempt to bridge the gap between their fanon and canon, at what point do you step back and go, "you know what, i don't think it's responsible for me to feed into this anymore."

and i worry that even the people who aren't hurting others with this kind of engagement, are gonna end up hurting themselves in the long run.

[ineffectualbookseller]

The way Azirphale is underestimated and practically infantalized by heaven is so closely tied to his femininity and I think we should talk about it more because I just want to shout about how relatable the way he's treated in his workplace is as a woman working in a traditionally male field

It's in all the little niggling comments from your boss about personal things that hold no bearing on your work

and the assumption that what you're doing must be simple if it was assigned to you

your work is trivialized

and you get these the placating smiles when you're told plans and proposals are rejected and passed over

or when your complaints are dismissed

and you get more of the same from upper management

it all feels so frustrating and draining but you're at work so all you can do is take a breathe put on that mask and move on with your day

It is all so deteimental to your emotional well being and textually, so much of this is tied to Aziraphale's softness, his gayness - his femininity

The thing about working in an environment and gives you this feeling - of being simultaneously destrought watching your belief in yourself get chipped away but also just so irate becuase you know you don't deserve it - is how it builds. It sinks under your skin and feeds into this indignant dejection until you can have a moment of release - but Azirphale doesn't get to bitch about it over drinks with friends, he doesn't get a lunch break where he can go for a walk and listen to an angry scandi death metal playlist, he doesn't even get the chance to cry about it in the bathroom for 5 minutes before confronting it again

(And I talked a little bit about it in the tags of this beautiful photoset but this all comes into play whenever Crowley dismisses his plans or calls him an idiot. These are purely emotional reactions; I really don't think Crowley means much by it - he respects Aziraphale's opinion and genuinely thinks he's brilliant - but Crowley is so quick to use this terminology when Aziraphale is making a decision Crowley thinks is wrong and he doesn't know how much this hurts Aziraphale. Just like Aziraphale doesn't understand the true impact the Fall had on Crowley, Crowley doesn't understand the ways heaven has been tearing away at Aziraphale's self worth)

Aziraphale has been facing this constant drip of denigration since before the beginning of time and has never released the pressure valve. At this point, he's a bomb waiting to go off

[sillyabtmusic]

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!

[druizard]

"Bad luck on that front. I'm actually a nymph in disguise!"

[feelbokkie]

this video of seungbin is causing me physical pain

[h-a-unted]

Reacher paying his debt: S2E1 to S2E7

[transkingcobra]

A lycan Tav and a Halsin who doesn’t know he’s a werebear yet.

Tav sniffs (hah) him out as a fellow were pretty quickly, but of course those are hush hush things. We’re in a circle of freaks but hey you never know where the line is drawn, and there is no one above Tav to make decisions to protect them and keep them in the party. So they just vibe through the game, Tav somehow keeping their lil secret but thinking Halsin noticed since they noticed him.

They get back to Thaniel’s realm, the first full moon is approaching and Tav asks if Halsin wants to shift together and roughhouse and what have you together until they’re back to normal. And Halsin is just ???????

Cue Tav embarrassingly explaining they’re a were and thought he was, they prepare for the full moon together anyway because if Tav can control themself of course Halsin would like to be with them.

But Halsin shifts too for the first time, oops

Halsin at first not thinking much of it, a little odd he’s wildshaping without being overly excited or anything but hey it’s fine he’ll just shift back. But then he’s not just a bear. He is indeed a werebear. He’s thrown off and concerned - this is new, of course he is - and Tav goes over and nuzzles him to try to help calm and reassure him. They’re excited, partially because they were right, partially because they now have a were buddy even if he isn’t the same kind, and partially because they get to help him figure out being a were now. Finding their similarities and differences and how to balance and support each other through them. But first, they keep Halsin as calm as they can for his first surprise full moon and snuggle up in a giant fur pile

[prideinmymouth]

ephemeral

word count: 7.8k chapter count: 1/1 rating: not rated archive warning: cntw

fandom: dcu, batman relationships: dick grayson/tim drake characters: dick grayson, tim drake additional tags: angst, mutual pining, getting together, reconciliation, dream sharing

summary:

Tim Drake looks exactly the way he does in the picture they took tonight, two hours and two lifetimes ago. Dick can't believe how small he is, settled in his own mother's lap, clinging to her hands where they wrap around his shoulders. He gives Dick a little grin. A secret shared between the two of them. It's Robin's smile.

or dick has dreamed of tim every night this month.

(@dicktimweek day one prompt dream sharing.)