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so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.

WILD PEACHES  [AO3]

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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.

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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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Fat acceptance means accepting unhealthy fat people. I don’t care if it doesn’t support your respectability politics. Unhealthy fat people (including those who’s illness is related to their weight) deserve respect.

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tis the season

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As a fellow maverique, I just love this so much. I'm also afab, but tend to present rather femme.

What it’s Like to Be Maverique

About the flag

The yellow in the flag represents a non-binary gender. The white represents independence and autonomy. The orange represents maverick.

What does maverique mean?

I identify as maverique because I like the definition commonly used by @queerascat who coined the word. Maverique is “a gender characterized by autonomy and inner conviction regarding a sense of self that is entirely independent of male/masculinity, female/femininity or anything which derives from the two while still being neither without gender nor of a neutral gender. ”

What is it like to be maverique?

Because so few people have heard of my particular gender identity, I tell almost no one about it. I want to be able to tell more people, because I want to be as out as possible and to educate as many people as possible, but it can get tiring and feel a little risky to do.  I feel the definition, but at the same time want to express my own gender, entirely separate from maverique, and I haven’t decided if that feeling makes me more maverique or demi-maverique. As I use labels to get more and more specific I care less and less, and I’m happy as long as most people I regularly talk to know me as either genderqueer or nonbinary. I present what I like to call a flamboyant nb butch. I’m afab, and I haven’t had any of the medical transition things I want yet, so I tend to present in a way that starts off making my body look as masculine as possible, and all the medical transition things I want will take me away from femininity for the sake of my body dysphoria. (I personally feel like the way I want my body to look to prevent dysphoria and the way I want my body to look to express my gender are two entirely different things and I’m moving towards a look that will do both.) I also don’t want to dress in a quiet way, I want to be loud and proud with my presentation and live in large liberal cities all my life. So I wear men’s button downs in all sorts of bright colors and weird patterns, usually accented with odd ties and one of my 21 hats. I hope to incorporate some traditionally feminine pieces into the mix eventually; I really just want to confuse people. I’m starting with some masculine jewelry and think my ideal look would be a mustache and eye makeup. I love thrift stores for cheap clothes and weird stuff you can’t find anywhere else. I like trying to balance out my “feminine” body by wear traditionally masculine clothing but adding bright colors for maximum flamboyance. I think it’s best to go into the store with a plan for what you want your daily outfit to look like. If you just want a small change, maybe switching over to the other gender version of what you typically wear could work. If you want something louder, adding an accessory that is traditionally gendered has helped me feel better about myself. I still get read as female while wearing a tie and with a voice that I try to get lower and more gravely. People usually just think I’m a tiny lesbian (I’m 5’1”), while in LA they think I’m a 14 year old transboy (I’m 18). I feel good, and I look good, and that’s what matters more to me.

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it was also supposed to be temporary 

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Not bad: choosing not to reclaim queer

Definitely bad: making queer people feel horrible for reclaiming queer, insisting queer can only be a slur and never an identity

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its really funny how woc can be like “our trauma around body hair is racialized and often comes from violent white women” and white women will be like “ok but thats fake” 

like im 100% convinced its bc these same white women were probably the ones that made fun of their woc friends facial hair or mocked a strangers pubic hair in gym class or talked shit behind some coloured girls back about how she should shave her arms. but yall want it to be “internalized misogyny” so you can forgive yourselves easier and not have to address the racial harassment you put woc thru 

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Those were 2.20 minutes well spent!

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How is that renowned Republican brand working for you? The pictures above are a reminder of past and ongoing Republican actions and inaction so that people will remember them when they get ready to vote.

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Yupppp.

“You’re trash. You’ve always been trash. When liberals were polite, you were trash. When liberals got a little rude, you were still trash. Now that we’re tired of your shit and treating you like the trash you are, you’re mortally offended and blaming us for being trash? Get the fuck out of here. You laugh at sexual assault victims. You cheer Latino children being tortured. You get off on police murdering unarmed black men. You mock the disabled. You send death threats to high school students opposed to guns. You call for the murder of homosexuals. You. Are. Trash. I know it’s hard to look in the mirror and realize that you’re the worst that humanity has to offer but you made that choice. No one forced you to be a garbage person. You did that. You. You can stop any time you want, too. But you won’t because deep down inside, you like being trash. Own it. That’s why you love Trump so much. He told you that being trash is OK and you thought you could come out of the shadows and walk tall as a garbage person.”

— Dear Republican Voters: Stop Blaming the Left. You’re Trash. Own It 

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Here's my #bestthree fictional characters. 😂

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why are star wars planets more boring than earth and our solar system like sure we’ve seen desert, snow, diff types of forest, beach, lava, rain, but like… 

rainbow mountains (peru)

red soil (canada/PEI)

rings (saturn’s if they were on earth) 

bioluminescent waves

northern lights (canada)

salt flats (bolivia, where they filmed crait but did NOTHING COOL WITH IT except red dust?? like??? come ON)

and cool fauna like the touch me not or like, you know, the venus flytrap.. and don’t get me started on BUGS like… we have bugs cooler than sw aliens

BASICALLY like???? come on star wars you had one (1) job where are the cool alien species