#I’m not but some shippers are INSUFFERABLE

[inthegloomglow]

I’m gonna try to censor this cause I’m about to be rude.

S!dL!nk shippers are perfect examples of why shipping has become so annoying to my aroace ass in fandom as a whole. People see these INCREDIBLY minor things and insist it’s a sign of a deep profound love, and CANNOT let it go if canon doesn’t bend over backwards to validate them. They attack other characters (very often using sexist logic cause the “threat” is almost always a woman), they try to do everything they can to deny the canon/semi canon ships (the debate about how Link CANNOT be living in his house, as if Zelda just kicked him out lol?) and it’s so annoying to deal with because of how they act.

It’s not canon. It was never canon. It was never going to be canon. Not every interaction is about romance and sex. Sidon is friendly, that’s how he is, he’s sweet and friendly to Link because that’s his personality!! His DEAD SISTER was in love with Link, she was going to give him engagement armor! Sidon wasn’t going to jump on his dick five seconds after meeting him! (I don’t think the ship is “amoral” or whatever. I’m just saying since we’re so hung up on canon, canonically it’d be weird for that to happen like that or quickly. But I’ve noticed shippers also try to undermine Mipha’s feelings, as if their ship only works if Link has never felt anything romantic or had anyone feel anything romantic for him.)

Stop going on other peoples ship posts and making it about Sidon! Stop complaining about his fiancé! Stop trying to deny canon evidence and push on happy Z3link shippers that it’s not what it clearly is! I’m sorry you’re not happy but your ship is just as valid! Your fics are still good! Why has fandom become so obsessive about canon backing y’all up? I was here for early day slash shipping and none of it was explicitly canon and we had a great time!

Fucking hell let people enjoy things and enjoy things without getting so pressed a ship you made up in your head didn’t happen! You will be so much happier!

(Also consider that bi people exist. Sidon can be MLM whether Yona exists or not. Fandom is constantly chomping at the bit to exclude and deny bi people so I’m not surprised. But still.)

[kaminocasey]

Some Apology Part 2

Summary: You want to try to think things over before continuing but one thing leads to another.

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x f Bridger sister!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, oral (f receiving), feelings, Kanan is NOT her master, and she is NOT his padawan.

WC: 3.6K

A/N: WOW has it already been a year and a half since I wrote part one? I'm sorry. But I'm BACK, baby! And I'm going to beg that Kanera shippers refrain for coming for me please. That was part of the reason I put this story on the backburner for so long. I ALSO ship Kanera! Shout out to Idledreams for pumping me up and encouraging me with this! You're the best and ilysm!

PART ONE │ TAGLIST FORM │ PLAYLIST

Later that night, there’s a knock on the fresher door while you’re getting ready for bed.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You reply around your toothbrush.

“It’s me.” Kanan’s voice is quiet on the other side as if he’s trying to avoid being heard from any of the others, so you open the door. Somehow, the ‘whoosh’ of the door is louder when you’re hoping no one will hear it.

He walks inside, letting the door slide shut behind him, despite you standing in nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around you. 

“Gee, make yourself comfy.” You roll your eyes, spitting into the sink and then rinsing it out and then gargling a bit of water. 

You throw your toothbrush back into your bag and then look at him, leaning against the sink as you do so.

“We should… talk this thing out before we… do anything.” He whispers.

“What thing?” You grin, amused.

It’s almost cute how flustered he is about your kiss earlier. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t also, but you’re trying really hard to play it cool. Sabine’s earlier comment about how you should just bang it out keeps repeating in your head. 

“This,” He gestures between the two of you, “thing. Us.”

“I didn’t know you wanted there to be an us, Kanan.” You cross your arms and you can sense his desire as he glances down at your chest briefly, before looking back up into your eyes.

The glance was so subtle and quick, anyone else would’ve missed it. 

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want there to be an ‘us’.” He tells you.

You look up into his silky blue eyes. “You want there to be an us.” 

He rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Didn’t I just say that?”

“Ugh. You’re still insufferable.” You grin, pulling him by his shirt toward you.

“Yeah, but you secretly like it.” He smirks before his lips gravitate down toward yours.

Once again, his hands grip your hips like he’s trying desperately to anchor himself to you. You’re so tempted to drop the towel, just to fluster him even more, but you’re also terrified to make that leap. 

Do you want to fuck Kanan? Yeah, obviously.

But right this very second? You don’t know. 

What if it severely messes everything up? 

“Wait, wait.” You pant against his lips, breathless, your eyes fluttering open. “Stop.”

He immediately pulls away, slightly. “I’m sorry. Are you alright?” 

You nod. “Yeah… I just… What if this is a monumentally terrible idea?”

“As opposed to our constant bickering?” He raises an eyebrow like he always does and you used to think it pissed you off, but now… it’s just endearing. 

Karabast…  

“I think we should think on it a bit more, before we… uh…” You look down between the two of you at his knee between your bare thighs and he clears his throat, understanding what you mean, pulling away fully. 

“You’re right.” He nods, “We can think about it.” 

He gives your elbow a soft squeeze. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight…” You murmur as he walks out of the fresher. 

You know it’s the right call to think about it, but still… The urge to go back on it and pull him back into the fresher is a little too strong. And as if he can sense it, he glances back down the hall of the Ghost at you with a smirk before walking into his quarters. 

For the next two days, Kanan becomes slightly more insufferable, which you didn’t think was even possible. Every time he enters a room that you’re in, his hands find their way to your lower back, or he finds a reason to squeeze past you, brushing up against you, drawing the breath from your lungs as you become the one flustered. And he knows exactly what he’s doing too. That’s what that smirk was about the other night after he left the fresher. He’s going to make this as difficult for you as possible. 

“We’re docking at Phoenix Cell now.” Ezra wakes you up with a shake like he does almost every morning.

“Alright.” You bat him away with a push.

“Get. Up.” Ezra pushes you back. “We’re going to be late. Sato already isn’t a fan of mine.”

“And whose fault is that?” You sit up to glare at him with sleepy eyes before sitting up and rubbing your eyes. 

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Kanan’s cheery voice is in your doorway and you give a half wave and a yawn.

Kanan walks in as Ezra walks out, standing over you, making you go warm in the face. 

“It’s too early for this.” You mumble, amused.

Kanan rolls his eyes and hands you a mug of caf. “Thought you could use this.” 

“Thank you.” You outstretch your hand for the mug and he brushes his fingers against yours. 

Whether or not it’s an accident, you can’t be sure. Either way, you take the mug and he sits next to you on the edge of your bunk. As you sit your feet down on the floor, you sit there next to each other in comfortable silence as you both drink your caf.

“I don’t mind this.” He admits. 

“Why, because I’m quiet when I first wake up?” You tease.

He elbows you in the side, teasingly and you both laugh. “Because when I wake up in the mornings, you’re the first face I want to see.” 

You look at him with parted lips. “I-”

“Hey, are you awake-” Sabine’s voice is in the doorway suddenly. “Oh. You’re up.”

You both look at her, flustered. She’s smirking between you and Kanan. Nothing is necessarily happening, but it still feels like she’s caught you in a compromising position.

“She’s up. Just had to coax her out of bed with some caf.” Kanan stands up and heads toward the doorway. 

“Oh, is that all?” Sabine wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively, and you and Kanan both roll your eyes so hard that it’s almost a surprise they don’t pop out of their sockets.

She quickly makes her way out of your shared cabin and heads toward the exit of the ship to join Hera and Zeb. You can feel Kanan’s presence as you dig for clothes in your drawer and your fresher bag. 

“I feel the same way, you know.” You tell him as you pull out a shirt and pants. 

“I know.” You can feel the smile.

Walking into one of the briefing rooms on Phoenix Cell just as Commander Sato, Ahoska, Sabine, and Hera are talking, you greet Ahsoka with a wave but she glances between you and Kanan and shakes her head with an amused look as she leans against the wall.

Well, that was quick. 

You try to tune into what Sato and Hera are saying but you’re hyper aware of the way that Kanan’s gaze is solely on you from behind you. How it feels like he’s pressed up against you, but he’s not. His presence is just that impactful and compelling to you. 

“-If only we had more allies.” Hera’s voice snaps you out of your trance. 

“I know someone who might be able to help us.” Ahsoka speaks up, still glancing between you and Kanan before walking across the room, in thought. “A great military commander with a vast knowledge of the Outer Rim. He could assist us in finding a base, and his experienced leadership would make him a powerful ally.”

“How do we recruit this leader?” Sato, asks her. 

“That’s the problem. I lost track of him a long time ago and all my transmissions have gone unanswered.” She replies, crossing her arms.

You can sense the worry in her. Whoever this ally was, was someone important to her. 

Ezra speaks up. “We can find him. Let us try.” 

“Well, there is one option I’ve not yet attempted.” Ahsoka smiles softly. “I’ll be back and meet you at your ship.” 

Sato clicks off and everyone starts to leave, but Ahsoka stops you and Kanan in the hallway, just outside the door once everyone has left. 

“What’s up?” You ask her, nervously.

She places her hand on your shoulder in a reassuring way. You immediately feel more at peace and you’re not sure if that’s her doing some Jedi power thing or if it’s just Ahsoka as a person. 

“I notice something’s changed between the two of you.” She murmurs, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Uh…” Kanan rubs the back of his neck, looking at you. 

“Is that… a problem?” You ask her.

She chuckles. “Between two consenting adults? No, of course not.”

“But?” You ask.

“But… it is not wise, nor appropriate for a master and a padawan-”

Oh. Of course. It’s not like you hadn’t thought of that. But you don’t see yourself as Kanan’s padawan. You never have. You barely attend his lessons with Ezra. It was just evident that you’re also force sensitive like your brother. You’re not sure about the whole Jedi thing, but it’s still intriguing to you. And you also like to be prepared for as much as possible. It’s just not your path the way it is Ezra’s. “I’m not his padawan. That would be my brother.” You tell her. “I’ve sat in on some of his Jedi lessons with Ezra, but I don’t see him as my Master.”

Kanan smiles softly down at you and then looks at Ahsoka. “Nor do I see her as my padawan. I would never take advantage of her like that. She’s the one in control here, calling the shots.”

“Well, most of them.” You smirk up at him. 

Ahsoka chuckles and nods. “Well, just… be safe.” 

You know what she means and you decide that it’s time for you to go.

“Oh good Maker. Alright, I’ll see you guys…” You shake your head and walk away back toward the Ghost, embarrassed and hot in the face.

You can sense delight practically radiating through Kanan. He’s enjoying this far too much. 

“Is that an old tactical droid head?” Kanan asks Ahsoka when she walks into the cockpit after a while.

You all turn to see her, in fact, carrying an old, bulky tactical droid head. You’re pretty sure those droids were used by the Separatists in the Clone Wars, but you’re not exactly brushed up on the Clone War history, since the war didn’t really reach Lothal. 

“These droids were great at finding things, calculating.” Ahsoka scoffs. “Found my master and I a few times when we didn’t want to be found.”

“How in all the galaxy is that droid gonna find your friend?” Ezra asks, amused and Chopper warbles in agreement. 

“Well, I heard he was last seen in the Seelos system.” She replies, turning to leave. “You can start there.” 

“You’re not coming with us?” Ezra asks, confused.

It’s evident how much your brother looks up to her. 

“I have something else to attend to.” She tells him. 

“The Sith Lord.” Kanan realizes, solemnly. 

“There are questions… Questions that need answering.” She doesn’t look back when she says it, but you sense the worry within her. 

“I wish we could go with you.” Ezra tells her. 

“You have your own mission, Ezra. And Kanan, if you find my friend. You must trust him.” Ahsoka tells Kanan, turning back one last time.

“If he’s all the things you say, we can’t afford not to.” Kanan replies. 

“Trust him.” She says, her face going completely serious before the door closes and she leaves. 

“That was… ominous?” You look up at Kanan from your seat, confused. “Did anyone else think that was ominous as hell?”

Kanan shrugs, like he has no idea what that was about either. A few moments later, Hera pulls the Ghost away from Phoenix Cell and pushes into hyperspeed, headed toward the Seelos system. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but ominous Jedi warnings always make me hungry.” You clap your hands together and get up to go down to the kitchen. “Anyone else?”

“I could eat.” Kanan pushes away from the wall, smirking at you, prepared to follow.

“I bet you could.” You mutter so only he hears you, only making his smirk break into a grin. 

The moment that the door slides shut behind Kanan, his hand is on your lower back, except when you try to turn to go down the ladder toward the kitchen, he grabs you by the belt loop and leads you into his bunkroom, hitting the lock button behind him. 

Arousal sets deep in your stomach, beginning to burn as you back up against his wall by his bed. The look in his eyes is unmistakable. He wants you just as bad as you want him. 

“Do you want this?” He whispers.

You nod as he approaches you.

“Words, sweetheart.” He murmurs, his voice low and sultry. 

You’ve never been so turned on in your life. “Yes. I want it. I want you.”

He smiles, walking toward you, eyes on your lips. Unable to tear your eyes away from his hands, he takes his gloves off first, and then his pauldron, dropping them to the extra bed on the other wall. He takes his thigh holster and belt off next, sitting them with his gloves and pauldron. 

He looks naked like this. Vulnerable. You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen him like this. And he trusts you to see him this way. 

Kanan stands mere centimeters from you now as you look into each other’s eyes. One of his hands slinks around your waist, pulling you against him as the other hand runs up the side of your neck, into your hair, guiding your head back slightly so that you look up at him, the color of his eyes, basically oceans, pulling you in with the tide. You’d happily drown in them. 

You’d drown in him. 

“I wish you knew the effect you’ve had on me since the day we met.” He whispers as his eyes search yours. 

Suddenly, you’re the one feeling naked. Like he sees right into your soul. 

You wish you could say you want to drop a witty, sarcastic reply, but you don’t. You just want him to kiss you. 

“I want to take my time with you.” His lips ghost over yours and you reach for his lips but he keeps you in place so he can make you understand that he means what he’s saying. “I’m going to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together again. Will you let me do that?” 

“Yes.” You whisper so breathlessly that you’re not sure if you actually said it out loud or not. 

“I’m only going to ask you one more time…” His hand on your waist backs you up against the wall again. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Stars… yes.” You whimper. “Kanan, please.” 

With that, he kisses you. This kiss isn’t like the others, though. This one is carnal and desperate. It’s what you’ve been holding back from each other. It’s what you’ve needed from the start. All the bickering and fighting and clashing has led to this very moment. 

Your tongues tangle in perfect movement, no longer fighting against each other. You have no reason to fight it anymore. His groan vibrates against your own and you have to remind yourself to keep it down so no one else hears it. Both of his hands find their way into your hair as his knee finds its way between your thighs again, keeping you in place. You can feel his length harden against your thigh and you gasp into your mouth when he pushes it against you harder. 

“Fuck, Kanan…” You moan as you grind against his thigh, shamelessly. 

He pulls away to watch you, his lips swollen. “That’s right. Keep going, sweetheart.” 

Your whimper sounds so pathetic, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care as you feel your panties rub against your clit just right. Your mind wanders to his fingers and how you just know they’d absolutely devastate you in the best way.

“I need you.” You beg. 

You never thought you’d beg for any man, let alone this one in front of you. But here you are, needy and coming apart just like he promised. 

He smirks against your lips. “You really wanna stop before cumming?” 

You let out a breathless laugh. “No, but I can’t stop thinking about your fingers.”

Kanan pulls away to look at you, his gaze darkening. “These fingers?”

When he sticks his fingers into your mouth, you nearly drop. His fingers taste a little salty but not unpleasant. He spreads his index and middle fingers apart across your tongue and back together, pushing back a little farther.

“See, because I think these fingers need to be just as wet as your pussy is right now before I fuck you with them.” He whispers. “What do you think?” 

You close your eyes and nod around his fingers as you continue to ride the friction out against your cunt, a little quicker now. Until he stops you, making your eyes pop open. 

“Undo your belt.” He commands, taking his fingers out of your mouth. “And then take off your pants.”

You don’t even think to hesitate, eagerly doing as you're told. You unclick your belt and drop it to the floor, unbuttoning your pants as you kick off your boots. You slide out of your pants and your underwear. 

“Now your jacket and top.” He smirks. 

“No fair. You’re way too dressed.” You complain.

He chuckles, lowly, rolling his eyes. “Just do what you're told.” 

You roll your own eyes and take your jacket off, staring up at him before taking your top and chest binder off, dropping it all to the floor.

“Beautiful. As always.” He smirks.

You start to say something, but it’s stuck in your throat as you watch Kanan slowly drop to his knees. Your jaw practically drops with him as he leans in close, placing kiss after kiss to your thighs. You lean against the wall, your hand flying to his hair immediately. 

Knowing you’ve never been touched like this before makes everything even more intense. It feels like the Force is practically buzzing between the two of you. Like electricity. 

He slides his wet fingers through your soaked folds gently and you nearly drop but he catches you by sliding his arm up your front, roaming your breasts before settling on your sternum. He looks up at you as he starts to insert his soaked fingers into you, making you groan loudly.

“Shh shh…” He murmurs. “Be good for me.” 

You try to nod, but only a whimper manages to escape. 

“Stars, you’re so tight.” He whispers. “And so wet. This all for me?”

“Y-yes…” You whisper. 

“Can I just-” He looks at your dripping cunt and groans, unable to hold back any longer. 

His mouth finds your clit easily and you let out the sharpest gasp, fire shooting straight through you and into his mouth. 

“You taste so…” He groans loudly this time and starts to guide you over to his bed, thankfully. You aren’t sure your legs were going to hold up any longer. 

As you lay back, he reaches his long slender fingers into you so deeply, curling against the spongy part inside of you you’ve barely been able to reach. It’s like your body has been waiting for this exact moment. For him. Each thrust of his finger and each flick of his tongue brings you closer to an ecstasy you’ve never reached before. 

“Kanan, I’m gonna cum…” You cry, your entire body flushing with heat as you clench tightly around his fingers. “I’m gonna-”

“Let go. Cum for me, baby.” His voice is raspy, full of need. 

You pull his hair and he growls against your cunt in a new way that your orgasm is practically ripped from your body, having to bite your hand so you don’t scream. He groans even harder as your spent body shakes against his face, helping you ride out your high. 

Both of you panting, he rests his warm cheek against your thigh, looking up at you with a new look that screams a word you’re still completely and terribly scared of. 

“You uh… didn’t get to-”

“Oh… I um…” He looks down at his pants and you sit up, a little dizzily you might add, and see that he has a damp spot against his pants. 

Oh. 

“That’s-” You murmur.

“Embarrassing… yeah.” He starts to stand up, but you pull him back to you, falling to the floor with him so you’re in his lap.

“No, I was going to say hot.” You inform him. “Don’t put words into my mouth, Jarrus.” 

He scoffs with an amused smirk. “That right?” 

You nod, leaning in to kiss him. 

“I’d like to put something other than words into your mouth.” He murmurs against your lips.

“I bet you would.” You hum. “Honestly, The fact that I could make you cum and not even have to touch you? Damn.”

“And you say I’m the insufferable one.” He teases.

“Oh you are. But it’s good to know that tongue can be used for more than fighting.” You kiss him again, seemingly unable to stop.

“And I’m just getting started.” He smirks against your lips.

It’s a good thing you still have another couple hours before you get to where you’re going, because you plan on finding out. 

You also plan on never telling Sabine that her ‘bang it out’ method actually works.

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[ohwhataniight]

"Oh what a night" – The case of the BBC Sherlock transmasc aesthetics: Relating to problematic masculinities in search for identity

So I sat down and rewrote this silly essay I wrote one day after returning from my trip to the US. Flaneurism at its best (or at its worst, idk). Please bear with me but definitely send in your feedback if you read and feel like it, it means the world to me and it will definitely help me unpack some of my problematicness! Thank you <3

I take a deep drag of my American Spirit cigarette whilst the tail ofmy long black coat swishes behind me dramatically. Dusk-time Boston is lit up. The skyscrapers towering over my tiny figure are glittering against the dark through the blurry lens of my camera phone.

I am consciously imitating the aesthetic of the modern but also always Victorian BBC Sherlock, in the scene following John and Mary’s wedding, in which the world’s only consulting detective surrenders to his noble, quiet pining for his not-gay best friend.

What even is masculinity, anyway? What would I like it to be?

The creators of the series, Gatiss and Moffat, spent 10 years religiously denying the possibility of a romantic or sexual relationship between the two protagonists, while driving the hordes of fans into delirium every time that Sherlock (Benedict Cumberbatch) and John (Martin Freeman) made love with their eyes or confessed their devotion to one another. Despite the queerbaiting, the homophobia and the sexism in the Moftis series, despite the 4th season fiasco, despite the actors denying the possibility of their characters ever running together into the sunset, Sherlock himself never denied being queer. Gay, asexual, demisexual, the interpretations are many, a breath of representation in the relative democracy of fandom. And as if that wasn’t enough, Sherlock and John end up canonically raising John’s daughter together at their 221B Baker Street apartment.

The modernized urban Victorian aesthetic, the provocatively coded dialogues, the deep homosociality, and the simple, pure bitterness towards the creators, renders the community of Johnlock fans more alive than ever almost 10 years after the series’ finale. In some hidden, bright corners of the internet, like fanfiction.net and archiveofourown.com, women and queers publish analyses and fanfiction in which they explore the endless galaxy of human genders, sexualities, and forms of kinship, writing the insufferably British male characters as women, non-binary, FTM, Alpha and Omega, pregnant, high, and always together - two human animals exploring bodies and experiences that belong to us in the shelter of Baker Street, with their landlady, Mrs. Hudson, being their most ardent shipper. We write entire full-length novels for free, with our sole motive being the exploration, the practice in writing, and the communication with other queers, other women, other people who feel like us and live in different sides of the earth which, despite Sherlock not remembering, keeps on orbiting the sun with the certainty born by a Johnlocker for their OTP being endgame.

Back to Boston now, which looks like Glasgow on steroids, with its red brick buildings and the glass towers that pierce the skies - it doesn’t feel as cozy and familiar to me as European cities, but it is big enough to swallow and hide me, safely, away from the suffocating and often murderous, homotransphobic gaze of my motherland, Greece. Boston feels big enough to make me feel free, invisible, and at the same time more visible than ever.

Here’s how I made it happen: in the name of an egotistical but seductive flaneurism, in the idea that here I can be non-binary and roaming the streets while smoking without thinking that, at any given moment, I might be spotted by the people from whom I’m hiding both facts, I end up romanticizing a stroll on stolen land, as well as the tar in my lungs. I feel the need to wander around, heavily perfumed, with a hanful of product in my hair, dressed androgynously in a way that my mother only accepts because she doesn’t understand the meaning of it, smoking as the soundtrack of Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons’ December 1963 (Oh What a Night) blasts through my old headphones. As a queer person living in Greece, I never felt that the streets belonged to me. I’ve always felt like a pariah looking for somewhere to belong to, and the irony of going after that feeling in America as a white European tourist brings a certain sourness to my mouth. Is that how Columbus felt? Was he a sissy who didn’t feel accepted by his mum in their suffocating mediterranean society? No, fuck that thought. Fuck that circle, fuck everything I've been taught by the writers of history. I decide to leave these streets to their people, without it meaning that I’ve suddenly found the courage to reclaim my own back in motherland.

Exhaustion, flight, cowardice? Survival.

Later I will learn that the American Spirits with the Native American on their turquoise box are anything but native-owned. What’s certain is that, in this trip, I found solace while smoking stolen land.

What does that make me? A citizen of the world?

After all, in the entire trip, I pretend I’m Sherlock, the whitest man to ever white man. It’s not as if I don’t have my own personality - at least I hope that I do. It is that through relating (to fictional characters, actors, role models who remind me of an aesthetic I had to build from scratch for my trans self, with the help of other queer people who created fanart or fanfiction, moulding new arhetypes) I find a vehicle for the exploration of my existence more easily, I see my reflection (or the one I’d like to have) in the mirror. In the fandom nobody tells you how to imagine your favourite characters and how not to. Nobody tells you how to write yourself, and nobody blames you for doing it. You create with self-indulgence, and you’re applauded for it. And that saved my life.

For years I related to a genderfluid Tonks, a trans Remus Lupin, a fanon Jean Prouvaire from Les Mis. Through all those experimentations and games, the changing of clothes in the dark, the opening and closing of the closet door, I found a name for myself: Sam. And Sam, like every other trans masculinity with the name Sam, Skye, Noah, and Eliott, contains multitudes. 

For the timebeing, my persona of choice is that of Sherlock, perhaps the most insufferable (and one of the most privileged) characters in the history of British TV (which says a lot). “What do you have in common with that emotionally constipated man?” you ask me because you know that my own sentiments are constantly dancing naked before me. I wonder why that is. Indeed, what do I have in common with that guy and end up projecting so much on him? Me, who hesitates to even cancel a doctor’s appointment in pursuit of constant politeness and people-pleasing (AFAB, you see).

When Sherlock’s landlady, Mrs. Hudson, disapproves of his manners and threatens him with a tete-a-tete with his mother, Sherlock gives her his blessing, saying: “You can if you like, she understands very little”.

Sherlock and his turbulent relationship to his parents. Sherlock who always observes everything while staying outside, because he doesn’t know how to get in. Sherlock, always so different that he’s used to people laughing at him, gaping at him with awe, or wanting to punch him in the face. Sherlock who always attracts attention simply because he functions the way he functions, constantly failing to be a normal human being. Neurodivergent Sherlock, camp Sherlock, forgotten-in-another-era, flaneur Sherlock, who even in the Gatiss series (especially in the Gatiss series) is desperate to love, but he never manages to get it right. And finally, Sherlock the logical, the detached, the cynic: masculine elements that I never managed - and was never allowed to - acquire, and which I desperately, problematically craved, because in society and inside me they have been coded as masc.

I am the opposite Sherlock, and that makes me even more of a Sherlock, I decide, and if that helps me sleep at night, then so be it, for now. 

As Hil Malatino writes in the chapter Fall Out Boy is Trans Culture of his essay Surviving Trans Antagonism: “The boy at the center of a [Fall Out Boy track, brackets mine] is [...] being eminently braggadocious and narcissistic [...]. He’s stationed directly at the center of a completely solipsistic universe. No matter how insufferable this kind of guy is in reality, I would have killed for a fraction of his swaggering self-confidence as a kid” (Malatino 2020, 17).

What even is masculinity, anyway? What would I like it to be?

“Do I look like Sherlock?” I ask you, hopeful and doe-eyed as I prance around in my black suit inside the house while packing for the trip. “Sherlock is gender, you know.”

“Do you really want to know how I see your gender? 100% honest-to-God?” you ask mischievously.

“Yes, I do,” I’m hanging from your lips.

“You are, deep inside your soul, in this tartan robe of yours, Bananas in Pyjamas.”

I think about it. Not exactly Sherlock. I smile though. I see my gender in your words. Goofy, boyish, vintage, loud, sleepy, badly dressed: Me. Headcanon accepted.

If headcanon and fanon - that is, reclaimed - Holmes played by (problematic) Cumberbatch teaches me how to be a boy or a man, then so be it, because I hope that my performance will be filtered, as much as possible, through my “girlish” (though still white) sensibilities. That, and the fact that there is a child inside me who never got to live as an openly, unashamedly neurodivergent, inquisitive little boy. Because there is a masculine side inside me that I must hide every day when I go to work. So I put together a playlist, I put on my scruffy headphones, and I tar my lungs, just a little more, a little longer until I’m able to finally leave my country for good and feel ready to love myself as I am. My coat swishes behind me as I dance alone on the street, invisible among the crowd, yet feeling more visible than ever before.

CITATIONS: Malatino, H. (2020). Trans care, University of Minnesota Press. https://doi.org/10.5749/j.ctv17mrv14

[blackwidow-bby]

Need You Tonight - g!pSevika x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, fluff, teensy bit of angst, Sevika is a virgin and also has a d*ck, cursing, oral sex, breeding kink, bad writing

AN: This was very 'drop and run'. I really just indulged myself 100%. It's so bad lol *hides forever*

18+ Minors DO NOT Interact

You liked your job; you swear you did. It wasn’t everyday you got to run around with an untouchable group of Shimmer shippers courtesy of Silco. His rise in position and business required an increase of goons hired to move product and serve as glorified security. You naturally always had pent up anger that you never minded releasing on the poor sap who forgot to pay up that day. What was strange, was even though you were shorter in stature than the others, you were one of the few everyone knew not to fuck with. Being that untouchable felt powerful. It really had a way of getting to your head. But that big-headedness was always short lived whenever she came around.

Sevika absolutely refused to let you truly believe you were the shit. She was always so much better. Stronger, faster, fiercer, angrier. If you were avoided, she was feared. After every successful deal, she was there to squash your pride. She would pick on you like an unrelenting older sister. Constantly sneering in your direction, giving you ugly looks from across the bar. All of that could be forgivable, if you weren’t so damn infatuated with her.

Your feelings for the brute made her teasing so much worse because all you wanted to do was wipe every look from her face and replace it with one of pure pleasure. Every time she would stare down at you, you could feel the warmth of her body heat practically pulling you in. You were addicted to her jeering laugh and the way she smelled after a long night. Her natural musk would waft up to your nose and wrap itself around your head making you forget about anything else. She was insufferable and sexy. And Gods, you wanted her so fucking bad.

“Pip squeak! Get your ass over here!”

Speak of the devil. She yelled from across the bar, waving you over to her table. She had a sly smirk on her face, no doubt up to no good. What did she want to make fun of you for this time?

“Hurry up! I don’t have all night!”

You walked just a little bit faster, hopefully to get her to stop yelling. You watched her as you made your way through the smokey room. She kept leaning over to whisper something into Ran’s ear. The two of them wearing shady looks as they continued to try and pull reactions. You just maintained a straight face, wanting to get this over with.

Once you got closer to their table, Sevika leaned back and placed both arms on the back rest of the booth. The position made it to where her arm had to sit behind Ran’s head. You wouldn’t call yourself the jealous type, but something about seeing Ran be in a position that you’d almost kill for, made an ugly emotion fill up inside of you. The way her muscles pulsed automatically as she laughed tauntingly at you made you ache to run your hands up and down them. Hell, even her abs were on full display making you want to drag your core while she flexed under you.

“Heard you had another successful deal, mouse.”

Mouse was a nickname she decided to grant you around when you first started running with the crew. Along with a litany of other names that poked fun of your short stature. Insufferable.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you lasted this long. Grab a seat, quit standing around like a weirdo.”

You rolled your eyes before doing as she requested. At least you were in her vicinity now.

She grabbed two drinks from the table, handing one to Ran, before scooting the third toward you, effectively spilling some of the contents on the table.

“Ran here didn’t think you’d last a week. What’s your secret, Mouse? You got all these people scared to mess with you, but I think it’s all a game.”

She sneered once more as she took a sip from her glass. Waiting for you to take the bait. Your face flushed as you attempted to keep your emotions at bay. You weren’t going to let her make a fool of you in front of the rest of her crew. You picked up your own cup and took a sip. The brown liquid stung the inside of your mouth and throat and made your tongue tingle a bit, but the alcohol helped ease your nerves.

“I don’t know what to tell you, I can be pretty…compelling.”

Your answer made her arch one of her sculpted brows at you. She chuckled and placed the glass back down. The alcohol began to make your brain a little foggy. You just watched her lick the liquid away from her lips, unconsciously making your own lips part. The alcohol must taste so different leaving her mouth.

“You listening to me? I said, ‘What makes you so compelling?’.”

Your eyes shifted back up to stare straight into her cool grey orbs. You leaned slowly to rest your elbows on your knees holding the eye contact. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly the longer you waited to answer. Mouth now in a straight line.

“Maybe I should ask you? You seem to really like picking on me. Can’t even get you to stop messing with me for a minute when I’m around. I bet you even talk about me when I’m not here, don’t you? What else do you do, Sevika? Do you think about me in your sleep as well?”

Her face began to contort into a scowl. Ran’s amused look also changed to one of awkwardness. At this point, people were beginning to leave the table. You could feel the annoyance seep from Sevika’s skin. Hook.

“I bet you get off just thinking about how you’re going to poke fun at me the next time you see me. I bet it gets you all riled up, don’t it? What do you do? Touch yourself at the idea of me getting all mad at you?”

You could almost see the steam shooting out of her ears. The corner of her lip snarling while the hand around her glass threatened to shatter into a bunch of tiny shards. From the corner of your eye, you could see Ran slowly begin to shrink away from the table. Everyone was as far away from the two of you as possible. You took a short moment to look down as some movement that caught your eye. The space between her legs was throbbing. Line.

Ending your schpiel by leaning back and taking another large gulp of your drink, hiding the amused smirk as to not upset the woman further, but it was too late. Sevika stood abruptly and slammed both palms onto the table. She was foaming at the mouth; you were certain that her heart had to be pounding out of her chest. Her rage was only short of being kept at bay. Sinker.

“Get. Out.”

Was all she said as she stared you down. Knowing when to not poke the bear further, you simply gave her a shrug of your shoulders as you finished your drink and made your way to exit. The whole way to the door, you felt her eyes bore into your back.

~

The following days after your slight confrontation were…well peaceful if you were being honest. And by peaceful, you mean Sevika was never around to be seen. She stopped showing up to the Last Drop, if she worked, she did so on opposite shifts. On the rare occasion the two of you would cross paths, she didn’t even look in your direction. Facing off the bear had its perk.

At first you liked the lack of taunting, you could finally feel confident in your work. As the days went on, some sick part of you began to miss it. Even when you had negative attention, it was still attention. From someone you wanted. Fuck. You fucked it all up, didn’t you?

Some weeks passed without you seeing Sevika. You started to accept the fact that you did royally mess up and move on with your life. While polishing some knives, relaxing on your day off, an abrupt knock sounded from your apartment door.

“Who the hell—"

So much for relaxing, it was probably someone coming to get you to make a run for Silco. Gods forbid. Your feet padded across the wood floor to your front door, filling up the silence. You unlatched a couple locks and opened the door revealing a near disheveled looking Sevika. Her presence made your eyes widened. She just stared at her feet while your eyes raked all over her. Her hair was a little messy, eyes with dark circles under them. She didn’t look hurt or anything just…tired. Scratch that, she looked exhausted.

“Sevika, what are you—”

“May I come in?”

Her voice was rough and gravelly, it sent a shiver up your spine. You must have had the most quizzical look on your face, because all she did was roll her eyes and push her way inside. Your mouth flopped like a fish trying to find some excuse for why she could be here right now. When you turned, you saw her standing in the middle of your living room just looking around as she took in the space. Her eyes slowly looked from one end to the other, admiring how much more homely your space looked compared to hers. Your place actually looked like someone lived there. It made the larger woman feel something deep within, something akin to want. She finally turned and looked to you still standing by the open door.

“I want to…talk.”

This pulled you from your thoughts, and finally you closed your door. The two of you stood there for a moment just looking at each other. She looked tense and relaxed at the same time, like all the strain was in her neck, shoulders, and her legs holding her up. Her face was stoic and expressionless, eyes drooped but took in your style. You could see them shift from your shirt to your sweatpants. At the same time, you stared her down. Her top revealing that same sliver of chiseled abs. Her pants were tight around her muscular legs. The sight made your mouth salivate, but something else made you absolutely hungry. You eyed the slight bulge at the apex of her thighs, what was she thinking about?

Sevika noticed the way your eyes lingered a little too long at her crotch and quickly turned away. Her face burned in embarrassment. She was struggling to stay when everything in her body was telling her to run.  She was going to get through this.

“I had been thinking these last few weeks. You were right.”

What?

“What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Mouse. This is already too much.”

Her nerves began to suffocate the room, but you needed answers.

“I’m confused. What was I right about?”

“I think about you! I think about you all the time! I like seeing you and picking on you! I like how short you are and every time you get mad it makes me feel something!”

You just stared and let her vent to you. Her confession effectively stunning you silent. Her hands flew around wildly as she spoke more. Her mouth moved but nothing you could hear came out, your brain was mush and ears turned off. The only thing you could take in was Sevika just admitted to thinking about you. Wow.

She paced back and forth in the same spot as your own feet moved on autopilot toward her. You were entranced, eyes never leaving until you moved into her space. Her mouth snapped closed. She looked down at you as you stared up. The air surrounding the two of you was electric, sparks flying it was like two sides of a magnet snapping together. Then, the two of you jolted toward each other, her lips slammed against yours, strong flesh and steel hand grabbing your face and smushing you impossibly closer. Your own hands grabbing at either side of her top, taking fist full of cloth. The two of you were a mesh of teeth and lips. Tongues fighting for dominance, she tasted like cigarettes and mouthwash. The smell of her skin made you dizzy. Her scent was naturally sweet with a mix of cologne. You wouldn’t expect any less.

In a tangled mess, hands searching and clawing at each other, you somehow got pushed against the coffee table. Unable to keep yourself upright, your knees buckled causing you to fall back against the wood with Sevika following suit. The table groaned with the added weight while you pulled her hips against your own. You could feel her bulge press against your crotch and the feeling made you moan into her mouth. Gaining some strength, you pushed her hips away and turned her to the ground so you could rest on top. Your mouth quickly found her neck, sucking and kissing harshly against the soft flesh. She groaned at the feeling of your lips against a sensitive spot jut under her ear. The bulge in her pants grew with arousal making it uncomfortable to be concealed in such tight pants. She bit down on her lower lip hard with every delicious kiss to her neck and collar bones.

You took the initiative to move your hands down her body, feeling up her toned stomach be fore slipping lower to palm between her legs. Her member felt large in your hands and grew thicker with your ministrations. The sudden touch freaked Sevika out, she pushed you away and quickly got up. Everything was going so well, what now?

“I’m sorry, it was a bad idea for me to come over. I need to go.”

You could hear the panic in her voice, but you couldn’t lose out just yet.

“Sevika wait, don’t go!”

She stopped mid stride to the door, but she didn’t turn toward you. Her eyes squeezed shut awaiting what you would say. What she would say.

“Please, I don’t want you to leave. You can tell me what’s wrong. Was it something I did?”

Sevika released a frustrated sigh. She was so embarrassed. Her body was betraying her, her mind running in circles.

“No, no you didn’t do anything. I just—it’s embarrassing.”

“It’s okay, I promise. I won’t judge you.”

She was growing frustrated. Moreso at herself for not being able to confidently tell you what was wrong. Her own embarrassing secret that she was ready to take with her to the grave.

“Ugh, it’s stupid. I can’t believe I’m admitting this…”

“Admitting wha—”

“I’ve never had sex before!”

Her confession effectively caught you off guard. That was the last thing you honestly thought you would hear come from her. There had been several rumors at one point in time about how Sevika liked to frequent the brothel. Not only that, but she had several years on you, and you were by no means a spring chicken. You stood from your spot on the floor and slowly walked toward where she stood with her head lowered. She was shaking but you didn’t know how to calm her, didn’t know what you could say to make the situation right again. You had to say something quick before the silence scares her away for good.

“Sevika, look at me? Please?”

You kept your voice soft to not startle or scare her. Reluctantly, she did end up turning to face you, but her eyes stayed planted to the floor. Her body was so stiff. You reached a hand and tucked some of the loose hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek.

“It’s okay.”

Her eyes looked up into yours, still staying quiet. She looked so small in this moment.

“If its nerves, I would never make you do anything you didn’t want. But I still want you here with me. In whatever way you’re comfortable with.”

Your head tilted to the side, still holding eye contact. When her face softened, you too relaxed. She leaned in to kiss you again and sighed against your lips.

“Could we maybe, go somewhere…more comfortable?”

You smiled sweetly at her and took her hand, which dwarfed your own. She followed near silently behind you toward your bedroom. Her eyes lit up at your privet space. Fairy lights connecting from corner to corner along the ceiling to create a dim glow about the room. You had paintings and photos strategically placed on walls and shelves. She admired just how much you could feel so homely. Sevika was entranced.

Somewhere in her distraction when she finally came to, she looked toward where you last stood, now stripped of your clothing and covered only in your bra and undergarments. The look on her face was in awe. Her mouth hung slightly open, grey pools ran from head to toe, fully taking you in. You looked beautiful in a way she didn’t think she would ever get to see.

You stalked toward her and lifted her hand, placing a kiss to her knuckles.

“May I?”

Sevika had no idea what you were referring to, but she wasn’t going to say no to anything you had to offer. Not now after all this time. She felt as your soft hands lightly removed the buttons to slide off her top from her shoulders. Your smaller hands running up and down both arms as if committing the feeling to memory. They moved lower to the waistband of her pants, her breath hitched but you had stopped to look up. A silent request for permission to continue. She nodded and you smiled up at her. As you undid the button of her pants, she absentmindedly moved closer into your space, but you didn’t complain. Even as you lowered her zipper, you could still feel her rock-hard length beyond her confines. The thought of releasing her finally, sent a spike of arousal straight between your legs.

All she did was watch you be careful with her while her heart raced. She would be lucky to last 2 minutes with the way she was so pent up. You maneuvered her pants down to her ankles for her to step out of. The delectable sight of the imprint of her cock against her underwear was making it hard for you to keep a slow pace.

“Lay down.”

Even though you didn’t mean for the command to sound that harsh, there was a bit of a bite behind the words. Sevika did so while never taking her eyes off you. She looked so strong and sturdy, this mass of muscle turning pliable under your hands. Obeying your command just turned you on more. You crawled up the bed stopping right between her legs. Her chest rose and feel in anticipation for what was undoubtedly about to come next. You bent down at the elbows to rest just above her shaft. Every puff of hot air from your nostrils made the brunette squirm on your bed. She was so sensitive, then your lips came down to kiss her on the other side of her underwear. The feeling of your mouth made Sevika moan and twitch against you. You moved your mouth up and down her length, the feeling causing her head to slam back into the pillows underneath. Her breathing grew heavier.

Your fingers slipped below the band, pulling her undergarments down those strong legs. Her member sprung free and slapped against her stomach. She was such a sight and much bigger than you had guessed. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to contain just how aroused you were becoming. Your cunt felt slick and clung to the underwear still covering your core. When you looked back up at Sevika, she was staring wide eyed at you, her expression was hard to read but if you had to guess she was extremely excited.

Gathering some courage to continue, you placed a kiss to the tip of her head. Her eyes rolled at the contact and groaned audibly. Her reaction made you smirk up at her. Placing one hand at the base of her shaft, you moved your body comfortably over her to begin taking her length into your warm wet mouth. Sevika moaned with every inch you took between your lips. The icing on the cake was feeling her cock twitch inside your mouth. She was large and it was difficult to take more but you somehow did. Your head bobbed up and down, eliciting lewd sounds from your throat that vibrated around her making her moan louder and more erratically.

Silco’s second in command becoming putty under you.

“M-mouse, wait. I-I think I’m gunna...”

Your mouth released her member with a pop preventing her from reaching that sweet release she was craving. There was still so much more you wanted to do to her. As she whimpered at the loss and cold air hitting her groin, you quickly removed whatever was left of your clothing to straddle over her hips.

“Shhhh, look at me baby.”

Somehow, Sevika managed to comply. Her jaw dropped, eyes shooting to the point between your thighs. Slick coated both inner thighs. She could smell your arousal from where she laid, and it drove her crazy. She looked to you, holding a sly look on your face.

“You want this ‘Vika? Want to feel me squeeze around you.”

Her head nodded frantically.

“Words, please.”

“Yes, mouse. Please, I just want to be inside you.”

She sounded so desperate and sexy. How could you turn down begging like that? Lining up her tip to your core, you steadied yourself as to not completely slide her length inside you. You wanted her to feel all of it. Feel your soft walls slowly grip at her cock as you slid all the way down. Sevika released a pornographic moan as she was consumed by the slick warmth of your cunt. She preened with the way she could feel her dick push through, feeling you stretch around her girth. Her hips bucked up against yours when you sank fully, thighs touching thighs. The sudden jolt caused you to whimper out loud. The two of you were breathing quick and shallow. When you finally go use to her size, you took the opportunity to move your hips carefully savoring the feeling of her pulsing with need.

Sevika’s eyes were closed tight, brows furrowing. You felt so good, addicting. She couldn’t believe she had lived so long without feeling this, especially without feeling this from you. This was a whole new high, one she couldn’t wait to experience over and over. Your pussy hugged her deliciously with every lift of your hips.

“P-please mouse. Faster.”

You happily obliged. Your hips rutted against her own faster and faster as the same feeling built up inside of you. So much for prolonging this experience. Her cock hit all the right places prodding deep inside. Wetness slid down your legs and hers, with every thrust, the noises became lewder. Sevika’s hands came up to press into her eyes. She was whimpering over and over words of praise.

“S-so good. You f-feel s-so good. Uhn, more. I need more.”

You managed to start slamming your hips against hers causing her cock to now slam into you. The heighten in arousal caused you to scream out her name over and over. Your head dropping back as you rode her hard. That familiar coil coming to a peak in your lower belly ready to break.

“I’m so close, cum with me Sev.”

“Ah I-I’m…gunna—Oh Gods.”

Your eyes rolled back, white how light flashed behind your lids as your orgasm crashed like a tidal wave over you. Your cunt pulsed around Sevika’s member, causing her to cum shortly after. The feeling of her sticky warmth filling you helped prolong your high. The two of you spent, panting, and trying to catch your breath. You fell forward to rest your sweaty body against Sevika’s. Subconsciously your hand drew circles over her chest, her length still sheathed inside you but not attempting to move.

“Wow.”

You managed to breathe out.

“Second that.”

Her husky voice close to your ear made you shiver.

“You don’t happen to have work tomorrow, do you?”

Sevika panting only managed to shake her head. You lifted yourself up to look straight into her eyes.

“Good, cause I’m nowhere near done with you.”

[shadelorde]

for the choose violence ask game: 11, 23, and 25?

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE my notifications ate this 😭

11. Number of fandom-related words filtered

Eight words specific to the AtLA fandom, I think twelve or thirteen overall? Mostly “anti-[several ships]” (I find the discourse to be insufferable) but also Zutara, because I really can’t stand that ship I’m sorry 😭. I also have anything related to the Netflix ATLA that I could find filtered.

23. Ship you’ve unwillingly come around to

Hmmm I’m not really a shipper so there’s not really one that comes to mind. I guess I acknowledge the existence of Unavaatu? But I think they’re awful together, and that Unalaq is abusive towards everyone, so…I wouldn’t say I like it, so I don’t know if that counts.

25. Common fandom complaint you’re sick of hearing

That Korra’s annoying or got “spoonfed” her abilities. There’s a lot of things that I have beef with in LoK but some people talk like they just want to see her get beaten down repeatedly. She was a teenager raised in isolation.

Also, any complaint against Aang. I have no patience for it anymore. (That’s the main reason I have the Zutara tag blocked)

[whoblewboobear]

I am glad you said something I was going tomorrow say something similar this afternoon. Cirie is not a bad player but her game is not what her fans are making it out to be. She is not even the one keeping herself off the block this week. Where is the mist they mentioned? It is lacklustre and not the slam dunk win they are trying to sell.

Agreed. All season I’ve wanted to see more from her and it just kind of went no where. She’s good at repositioning herself and has laid low post Izzy and Jared but at the same time, she became less of a threat to the house without them so they overlook her anyway. But it’s like… of course they’re overlooking her with two duos right there. So can we really credit that as a move or as the nature of the house rn?

I think my issue is that I don’t mind a passive player in bb but at some point there has to be something else we (everyone in the house and us as the audience) can point to and say “that’s was a great move that benefited her game!” And I don’t think I’ve personally seen that from her so I’d love to hear her talk more about it. If she makes it to final two I think her answers and speech could provide some clarity.

When I think of the first half of this game, she had all the control and fumbled it by targeting people that could’ve shielded her core three and gave it up on a whim. Which was fun to watch but it ended up biting her in the butt now. She did recover Felicia but planting the seeds against her so early and almost out of nowhere was.. an unnecessary choice. It’s a miracle that she got her back on her side.

I just can’t call her a good player when she came in with a huge advantage of having Jared there (which became a huge disadvantage and was frustrating to watch,) had a super fan willing to die on the cross for her (completely unintentional,) and made a bunch of messy alliances just for it to get out (moves she had complete control over).

This house is full of messy gameplay and full of people that can’t lie or keep secret for more than five seconds. She can, so she has that going for her and outwardly it seems more impressive.

It’s like when a queen from drag race goes on all stars and I didn’t watch their season so I just.. have nothing to go on until I see how well they do or don’t do on the current season. That’s the camp I land in with Cirie. I don’t doubt that she’s a god tier survivor player but that doesn’t and hasn’t guaranteed that she’s also a great bb player and she doesn’t have to be. I feel like a lot of her fans can’t take her bb game for face value and admit that’s it’s just fine. Also the stan wars this season are insufferable so some of that plays into how I feel about her just like the people that don’t like Cory & America bc of the shippers.

But overall Idk if complaining about it is me just being over this season or if I’m harping on shit that doesn’t matter but it’s day fucking whatever of this long ass season and I desperately hope we get a good winner out of this cast bc it has to be worth it or Mr. CBS is gonna get it.

[mycupofrum]

Jilypad Week 2023

Day 1

When and Why did you begin to Ship Jilypad?  What makes you Ship it? Basically, just gush on this ship.

I think Jilypad has sneaked up on me this year without me noticing, until I just suddenly realised I actually like the idea of Lily, James and Sirius together. Mostly I blame the Prongsfoot discord and the amazing writers who have written some really good microfics about them, which then opened my eyes to these three. :D

I originally started as a Jily shipper a long time ago when I first read the books, which is still so random because there was not much information about their characters (only the first four books had come out back then). Then I beta-read a long Prongsfoot fic that my friend wrote and it altered my brain chemistry, because I switched to shipping Prongsfoot, completely forgetting about Jily. I still think Jily on its own doesn’t do it for me anymore mostly because James needs Sirius in his life (and vice versa) and I don’t see how Lily would get much out of being with someone who’s clearly in love with his best friend. She deserves better than that.

BUT in a universe where the three of them are together they really are unstoppable (everyone else not understanding their relationship and them not giving a damn but being an unhinged trio...love it!). I think James is happier when he doesn't have to choose between Lily and Sirius, Lily is a lucky woman to have two insufferably arrogant but amazingly witty, smart, loving, loyal, courageous and gorgeous men instead of one in her life, and Sirius gets all the love he deserves from not just one but two people. (Let's face it, his happiness is determined by whether he can have James in his life, but with Lily in it as well makes it all the more better. Plus, a happy James makes Sirius happy.) The three of them are also the best parents for Harry. <3

The relationship between Lily and Sirius is something I haven’t explored much but I think it’s a cute idea of them crushing on each other as much as on James. All of their dynamics are so interesting to explore, and I’m only just at the beginning of this journey. :)

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10 of my possibly unpopular TVDU opinions…

But this was really interesting to write and I would love you hear you guys's thoughts!

-S

+600ish words.

CW/TW: Creepy people, racism, mistreatment of actors, my opinions.

I don’t want to say people's real names in this post because I don’t know them personally and I don’t want to get in trouble and to put it clearly: THESE ARE MY OPINIONS AND YOU CAN HAVE DIFFERENT ONES AND THAT’S OKAY! 

Elena for the most part, is a victim of her circumstances. She is a bit annoying but for most of the show she is a teen who has lost a lot of her family. But I completely understand that fans don’t like her because when I was watching the show for the first time, I didn’t like her either (and I still really don’t). 

I don’t love Kol like a lot of the fandom does. It’s mostly because his actor doesn’t seem like a good person and I cannot really separate the character from the actor. Also, I find Kol a bit too whiny for my liking, but I get why people like him so much.

Alaric is creepy and becomes a worse person the longer he is on screen. Especially when Caroline was having the twins and that whole thing was going on. Also the few first seasons of Legacies that I watched, I found him just insufferable. It doesn’t help that the actor seems to be quite a horrible person in real life. 

Stelena is better. I’m in no way a shipper but Stefan and Elena made a better couple (or at least a bit healthier one). I also find Damon really creepy towards the main girls in the first few seasons. Damon was turned when he was 24ish which means that he was basically hitting on 16-17 year-old girls. (Also, he was a dick to Bonnie.) 

All of the older vampires are queer in some way. I really believe that especially the Mikaelson siblings are bi/pan/stuff like that, because when you are literally thousand years old, you are fucking everyone regardless of gender. 

I hate the last two seasons of the Originals. I feel like Hollow was full of wasted potential and the characters felt really different. It really feels like season five was just for rushing to the end so they could make Legacies, so it felt that nothing meant anything. Also, I really disliked Hope in season 5 which made me not really excited about Legacies.

Also, I hated the ending of the Originals. I understand that we were never getting a happy ending and that’s fine but the ending (and the whole last season) was such a mess. It felt like the writers were just trying to pile as much trauma for Hope as possible. 

Season 2 is the best season of TVD and season 3 is the best season of The Originals. You might see something common with these two seasons (Elijah and Klaus) and I will not feel bad about it. Elijah really shines in both of the seasons and in general both of them are really fun. 

Legacies ruined the universe for me for a long time. I tried to like the show, I really really tried, but I hated what they did with the universe and for a while I couldn’t enjoy the TVDU at all. Them changing the magic makes me so angry and all these new supernatural creatures just popping up every episode got me so confused and lost with the style of the show. I stopped watching after two-ish seasons and what I have read about the show later on, it didn’t seem great. 

This isn’t really unpopular but the mistreatment of people of color off and on screen is insane. But it's good that a lot of the fandom sees that and calls out the problematic behavior that the creators have shown. Some of the choices made by the creators are awful and I hope the people affected by those decisions have been able to heal. 

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Hey there! I love that you love TVD and Delena too. I really enjoyed season three (s2-4 are the best seasons in my opinion). I agree that the Mikaelsons made s3 that much more enjoyable. Were you drawn to any other ships and characters on the show? Did you ever watch the Originals?

I’m also a big big Caroline fan! As well as most of the Mikaelsons. Klaus is my favorite character overall from the franchise, because yes I did watch the originals. Which was FANTASTIC… until it wasn’t. S5 and parts of S4 I am looking at you.

I’m a bit of a multi shipper with some of the rest of the tvd ships. I think Klaroline has the most chemistry and iconic scenes and should have been endgame with the way things played out when they brought her into the originals. What was even the point to have them reconnect with him finally as a more decent person and then just kill him off? However, I even enjoyed forwood before I decided Tyler was just too insufferable. I also like steroline and klamille. Kolvina obviously!!! And I liked haylijah until they got a bit boring for me.

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Star Wars Rebels + Star Trek: Voyager AU Part 2

So just some random things for this AU:

Kallus only leaves the aeroponics bay for the purposes of betting on relationships. Biggest J/C shipper on the ship, just beating Chakotay himself. He absolutely uses Zeb’s replicator rations for his bets, which Zeb allows because he’s a) not using them and b) glad that something is getting his boyfriend away from the fertilizer fumes for a few hours. Plus Zeb ships it too, it kinda reminds him of his first few weeks on the Ghost when Hera and Kanan tried to hide their relationship.

When Resolutions happens Kallus is absolutely insufferable. Imagine being a J/C shipper and only knowing that the Captain and Commander spent several days alone on a planet and came back with even more romantic tension. What happened on the planet Captain? Commander? I’m not saying that if Kallus found out about the bathtub that he’d have a stroke, but I’m also not not saying it.

Kallus also spends his time trying to get various crew members together. The Delaney sisters and their forays into the dating world are always entertaining. Tom and B'Elanna have that will they won't they tension that is just so delicious. Ensigns Bennet and Macormak though, they're his second favorite. He loves those oblivious idiots so much. Especially after Macormak keeps Zeb from running off ahead during a fight with the Kazon. So when Bennet dies, well, it shatters Kallus a little.

Hera and Samantha Wildman occasionally have girls nights. Those nights either Kanan takes all parenting duties (like Hera does when Kanan wants to hang out with his dad friends) or Zeb or Neelix watch both Jacen and Naomi Wildman so Kanan can also get some time away. Less often Ezra and Sabine watch the youngest Spectre, because they’re helpless in the face of Jacen’s lothpuppy eyes. One time Captain Janeway watched both kids and long story short both children came back with tiny command uniforms and breathe that smelled suspiciously like coffee.

Sabine and Ezra are both younger than the rest of the Voyager crew (Harry’s only older than Sabine by about a year but he’s clinging to that like a child clutching their safety blanket) excluding the literal infants. They’re basically the babies of the Voyager family, and the crew talks about them accordingly. More than once they've gotten separated from their fellow crew on shore leave causing Tom to run up to the local authorities and put out a missing child alert. No one (openly) finds this amusing except Tom.

Sabine figures out how to replicate beskar right before they encounter the Borg. Sabine hates the Borg. She hates them as a concept, hates them as a reality, just hates them. There's just something about an enemy that's able to so completely strip you of your personality, your individuality, that activates the primal fear part of her brain. Her brief mental debate if she should use her knowledge of beskar replication for the crew (it's sacred and not meant for outsiders) ends the first time she sees a crew member breakdown remembering Wolf 359 (I am making one of the background crew a Wolf 359 survivor, sue me). Voyager's crew has become family and what is beskar for if not to protect family?

Voyager gets beskar hull plates and bulkheads.

Tuvok, Ayala, and Joe Carey give Kanan advice on how to be a good dad. Naturally, it's all correct, yet they also all contradict each other. Tuvok's advice (based on what to do with telepathic Vulcan babies) actually works really well, which strengthens the friend part of his and Kanan's frenemies dynamic.

Ezra and Kanan (and to a lesser extent baby Jacen) set Q’s teeth on edge whenever he shows up. Unfortunately, this just seems to make Q show up more often. The Q Continuum has a love-hate relationship with Force sensitives because they’re living reminders of three Q who ran off to a Galaxy Far Far Away, decided to live as a creepy family, and gave some mortals phenomenal powers. No one wants to be reminded of their weird relatives.

I just want to say that at one point thanks to Q Hondo Ohnaka and Lwaxana Troi are on the ship at the same time. There is a considerable amount of chaos, fire, and firey chaos.

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I’m not a shipper BPP, but I love how soft and fluffy Jikook are? With everything that’s falling apart around them (pardon my melodramatic ass) in terms of shouts for JM to leave Hybe, shouts against JK calling him payola king and what not…feels as though the restaurant scene was taken out of the book called adventures of Jikook, IYKWIM.

I find myself admiring them a lot more in chapter 2 than in chapter 1? It takes a lot of understanding between a normal couple to get to an agreement and it’s worse when both are in the limelight and being constantly pitted against each other. In this case also by their own company. It takes one being totally attuned to their partner and one to be completely self assured in their own skin to be thrown at what they are being thrown at and still look like their thriving. Low key or otherwise, I mean that glow on Jimin?!

As a fan though, I do always see them as separate individuals. I cannot just equate everything JK does to Jimin and vice versa. And I also feel that a lot of JK is inspired by Jimin. The man has said it plenty of times. As a fan, I’ve been very happy with how JK was supported during seven. It is how JM should have been supported for Face. I want Jimin to be given as many awards as JK, as much love as JK, as much company resources as JK and as much of a push and promotion as JK because if there are any two members who can elevate BTS to an even higher standard? It’s them two. If there are solo stars in BTS to rival the Harry’s and the Bruno’s and the Taylor’s? It’s them two. I don’t think I’m wrong as a fan to wish that. I sometimes fear that all the negative comments and company actions will make me dislike some members 😢

Anyway. I cannot wait for PJM2 and for Jungkooks full album and also, for sure there’s going to be something with Jimin in there.

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Hi Anon,

I mostly agree, but a few things:

"It takes one being totally attuned to their partner and one to be completely self assured in their own skin to be thrown at what they are being thrown at and still look like their thriving."

For jikook, this would be true too even if they weren't coupled. I feel the need to say that. Whether or not they're actually a couple doesn't change the fundamental features of their relationship, imo.

"...because if there are any two members who can elevate BTS to an even higher standard? It’s them two. If there are solo stars in BTS to rival the Harry’s and the Bruno’s and the Taylor’s? It’s them two. I don’t think I’m wrong as a fan to wish that."

I get what you're saying. I feel that way about all the members to some extent. But unless the other members are pursuing full English releases, I don't think they'll receive the sort of support Jungkook has gotten. I certainly hope it's more than before though, given we don't have D2C sales to fall back on. If you've got the time I think it's a good idea to voice your dissatisfaction in the fandom and to the company, just as we've done all the other times expectations were unmet.

"I sometimes fear that all the negative comments and company actions will make me dislike some members"

No offense but I don't buy it. I don't think there's anything the company can do to make you dislike a member. If you dislike a member, you reached that point all on your own. And it's alright to admit it. It's not like they're infallible anyway. But a lot of what I'm seeing in criticism of Jung Kook, is plain ol fashioned hate. His akgaes are being insufferable too, but that man is being no more straight-forward than he's always been. If anyone is suddenly shocked at his candour, they didn't catch on before and that's on them.

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I normally ignore the haters, but I just got a DM letting me know one of the biggest Sam haters, as well as a Purvsessed one, is  spreading a BLATANT LIE about ME with regard to the recent Tobias source info I posted, so I'm going to address it

The LIE that I am my own source and get my info from the Internet has been spread by Extreme Shippers and now disgruntled Ex-Shippers, and assorted Sam haters for YEARS. But anyone who has been in the fandom long enough KNOWS there is NO WAY I could have gotten ALL the info I’ve posted through the years if not for REAL SOURCES. But haters, of course, ignore PROVEN FACTS.

Here’s Lesley H. aka cant-resist-temptation aka one of the most insufferable bitches on the planet ONCE AGAIN spreading LIES about my Tobias source info. Oh HELL to the NO...I’m not letting you get away with this one. 

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Weeellll the Anon is an idiot for sending something that can be so easily disproved and CRT is an even bigger idiot for posting it. How can the Anon be the person who gave me the Tobias juicy info I recently posted when I directly communicated to an IDENTIFIABLE PERSON WHO WORKED WITH TOBIAS? Doh. 🤦‍♀️ The person I talked to, I talked to her on her account where she is IDENTIFIED. It was not a sock account. It was her REAL INDUSTRY account. I was able to verify the project she worked on with Tobias and KNOW she is the REAL PERSON. And she sent me pics of her with Tobias. And she gave me other info I haven’t posted yet, but I probably will at some point. There is more, much more.

So this CRT ANON straight up LIED to CRT and she posted it without verifying anything...unlike ME who ONLY posts things I can corroborate as TRUE. Please know that anything CRT posts about me or any of the haters that are part of her mean girl crew are LIES. And this Tobias one is laughable.

I was not “fooled” by some Outlander Anon, ya dopes, I KNOW WHO I talked to. And she definitely is a woman who worked with Tobias. I know everything about her and I talked to her on her verifiable real person account. I LOVE debunking this type of bullshit, so if haters want to keep making me happy, then keep being your usual idiotic selves.

And CRT continued to post hate directed at me, which will ALSO be thrown in her face. 👇

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Um, hey geniuses, think LONG and HARD about the reasons WHY I would have to wait until next week to post the identity or identities of WHO was with Sam at his meal at the IASG restaurant in the Blythwood Hotel in Glasgow. There is a REASON. And once I get the info, I WILL post it and I cannot wait to watch these dopes choke on some big fat juicy crow. 

Think of HOW MANY TIMES the haters have gnashed and frothed “Oh Purv doesn’t have any info, she’s just making it up, or she doesn’t have any sources!!!” and then BOOM, I post insider stuff no one had. Or things I said AHEAD of time, then were proven to be true. Tony, Mackenzie, Abbie, anyone? I, Purv, broke that news and MANY OTHERS. Just do a search and there are HUNDREDS of insider tidbits I’ve posted through the years, that I could have ONLY gotten via insider sources.

So, sit the fuck down, ya dopes, and prepare to be PROVEN WRONG...yet again. 😘

[augment-techs]

For the character thing, and I’m sending like five of these with a few characters in each so XD

Trip

Vida

Ziggy

Oh~ I can live with that, guy.

favorite thing about them: Is an adorable ball of sunshine that provides the much needed fluff and nonsense that brings people on his team, and around him, up.

least favorite thing about them: That we never get any real background on him other than he is an alien, he is an empath with a little ability to see forward, his bestfriend is a robot owl. COME ON.

favorite line: “He’s not mean; he’s lonely.”

brOTP: I’m weirdly drawn to the idea of him being the little brother Wes never had. Especially because of that cowboy incident.

OTP: I suppose I should say Trip/Katie, but because of one very nice read on AO3, I am also enamored to Trip/Eric.

nOTP: If someone puts him and Lucas in a romantic scenario I am OUT.

random headcanon: Is probably the oldest person on his team, if not all of Time Force, because comic references to his planet from Trek implies his people live a long-ass time.

unpopular opinion: Him leaving Nadira with a pregnant woman, ALONE, was bullshit.

song i associate with them: Blinding Lights cover

favorite thing about them: Will throw down with anyone, anywhere, anytime.

least favorite thing about them: Nothing springs immediately to mind, though her early days as a Ranger were a little wince worthy.

favorite line: “You know I’d never hurt you.”

brOTP: Her and Nick, because they are both weirdly powerhouse material.

OTP: Vida/Chip/Xander.

nOTP: Incest shippers DNI. Also whoever thought it was an idea to write that one Daggeron fic with her; gross.

random headcanon: If she had gone full vampire, Leelee would have helped turned her back because she would have been the most insufferable thing in the Underworld.

unpopular opinion: I don’t really get a lesbian vibe off of her?

song i associate with them: A Neverending Dream, by Cascada

favorite thing about them: He is both a baby and ex-mafia and oftentimes the only thing keeping Dillon sane and human and SOFT. Also he’s good for Dr. K, I guess.

least favorite thing about them: NOTHING.

favorite line: “You talk too much.”

brOTP: Him and Summer are lovely together and you cannot change my mind that he has let her paint his nails on multiple occasions.

OTP: Dillon/Ziggy. I am basic, they are gay. (Also Ziggy/Spike in that AU, you know the one; the chaos and LOVE.)

nOTP: I’m sorry, I know their actors got married, but somehow the idea of Ziggy and Dr. K as anything more than friends or siblings makes me gag.

random headcanon: He can sew and crochet and is constantly making stuff for the orphanage he came from.

unpopular opinion: I don’t know if this is popular or unpopular, but while I’ve seen an awful lot of Trans!Ziggy out there, for some reason the idea of him being intersex feels more...more, because of the hellscape they live in. (Also I started reading up on RPM after seeing that tumblr post about the intersex caterpillar called Chicken Nugget and it just...stuck.)

song i associate with them: Bad Reputation.

[discoscoob]

I'm one of those people who can't ship Eddie and Chrissy with anyone but each other, but I can separate the actors from the characters. But the fact that Eddissy antis can't do the same makes me think that fandom brats in the 60s were probably sending hate letters to Star Trek actresses and the wives of The Beatles except nowadays stuff like that is probably worse given how fast and how public the internet is.

People who can’t separate actors from characters are very strange. I know they don’t like Chrissy because despite literally being dead, apparently the mere thought that she clearly had amazing chemistry with Eddie and people picked up on it, was enough to make them feel threatened by her and then they took it out on Grace simply because she is Chrissy’s actress and she happened to appreciate some hellcheer fanart and talk about her scene with Joe?

I’ve seen these people literally say that they would k¡ll themselves if Eddie returned and was given a girlfriend in season 5, I‘ve seen them say that they hope she would be a victim of Vecna’s. Those kind of violent reactions, whether exaggerated or not, are not normal responses to the idea of a fictional character having a love interest that isn’t exactly what you want.

Do I ship Eddie and Steve, I mean I’m not sure anymore some of the shippers have left a bad taste in my mouth, however if Eddie returned and his relationship with Steve were made canon I’d like it. Just I know the shippers would be even more insufferable, but they can be ignored.

The point is, we aren’t against the idea of Eddie and Steve, some of us might not particularly like the shippers due to the behaviours some of them have exhibited, but some of them are violently anti us and anti Eddie/Chrissy.

And as much as they tell us it’s because of moral reasons, that’s just their excuse because if they really gave a shit about that crap, Steve would’ve stopped being one of their fav characters as soon as he confessed his feelings to Robin, due to him being 19 and her being 17. If they cared, they would be telling people to stop being a fan of Steve because (as they’ve called us) he’s a “pedophile” but no they still love Steve because calling Steve that, using their own logic against him isn’t convenient for them so of course they’re hypocrites and that’s why I can’t take anything they say seriously.

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

1 6 20 21 for merlin or riverdale if merlin makes you too mad

ily auguste you’re like hey i know you love complaining about bbc merlin but keep your heart rate down 🙏

1) the character everyone gets wrong

i KNOW he’s existed for a thousand years PLUS and i am NOT an expert on fucking. arthurian lore because who has the time for that for real. but i HAVE seen the kid who would be king and i just feel a deep intrinsic sense of knowing in my bones for my guy… and bbc merlin fans do not know him AT ALL and it makes me so mad i could scream. not even the bbc merlin writers know him that well it’s ridiculous. it’s fine cassandra clare will fix all of this in time. now if only HER fanbase understood fucking anything it would all work out in the end. oh well there’s always king arthur 2004 and alex and allie and my bff t h white <3

6) which ship fans are the most annoying?

all of them fr…… no but actually i do think. oh god i’m gonna cringe so hard typing this one. i think merthur fans are probably some of the most insufferable people i’ve ever had the misfortune of technically agreeing with. like goddamn there are no good people out there… at least the straight shippers have the decency to be normal about women. well sometimes. also. two for one answer. cannot stand a bughead bitch….

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

oooohh….. um well riverdale season seven lol…. no you already know that let me think of a merlin answer. ok so like. i know he did eventually die and in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t like. that much time he was there being alive and annoying. but like in that moment watching it i felt like i was waiting for uther to die for one million years like he got repetitive and tedious so fast it’s insane. and like anthony head ate that shit up so like i get why they wanted to keep him around and i did LIKE everything in season 3 it’s just. did we really need so many episodes where the whole plot was like. one of the characters needs to do something but uther said no! like come on…

21) part of canon you think is overhyped

um this is gonna sound mean especially since i already complained about this two questions ago but genuinely it’s crazy how bbc merlin was like well these two are best friends they have a deep and profound bond etc and then like. in season FOUR they’re still doing the goddamn season one dynamic of “playful” physical violence played for comedy. and then shippers get on tumblr and reblog gifsets where they make jokes about kink. and it’s like. wow so no one in this process used their thinking caps huh. like that shit’s not funny lol….

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Apologies this is a bit of a rant: I’m gonna be honest. A part of me hopes Imogen and Laudna aren’t romantically involved just to piss the shippers off, because I don’t like how the second the both of them appeared on screen (some) of the audience was like “THEIR GIRLFRIENDS!!” and immediately started the shipping. And I saw some comments earlier on and a couple days ago saying that “Marisha and Laura’s chemistry was wasted potential in c1 and c2.” And “let them romance each other cowards!” Just rubs me the wrong way I guess. You know what I mean?

So I'll answer this rant but I think I'm going to remove others not because I disagree but because I think the following is really important: this ask and many others are talking about a loud group, but that loud group is clearly not the entire fandom, and instead of sending anon rants through me, I highly encourage making your own posts. You don't have to say "this sucks and you guys suck" even if you feel it; I get not wanting to be negative on main, but the fact is, if you're mad about what the fandom does venting is great but contributing to it with the kind of posts you want to see is better! Write posts about how Imogen is a fully realized person! Write posts about how Jester is a fully realized person! Write posts in support of other ships you find more interesting, or your desire to see Imogen and Laudna move apart at least for a while! Make art of Imogen without Laudna and without glasses and there is a very real chance I will reblog it. Make art of Laudna hanging out with other party members. Talk about how interesting their conflict is and how you hope they both grow and change from it as individuals. Give the notes and likes and posts to what you would rather see from the fandom.

Part of why I've gone for the spiked bat very early is because I made this post just before C3 and after doing so I was like. oh. I could have made this during C2 and faced relatively manageable consequences, honestly, and maybe some people might have gotten embarrassed and stopped. Don't wait and resent the people who are being annoying. Tell them now, and then talk about what you want to talk about.

Okay on to the original question though which is like...honestly I am torn. Do I think that people who seem to think that Marisha and Laura's characters must end up together with no consideration of who those characters are should shut up and get lost at sea? Yes. Do I think that the idea that some nebulous force (or perhaps a real one) is preventing Laura and Marisha's characters from becoming romantically involved rather than choices specifically made by Laura and Marisha is wildly fucked up and nonsensical and people who claim this should fall for a devastating phishing scam? Yes. Do I think that Imogen and Laudna could potentially be a really enjoyable couple after a lot of growth and conflict? Yes.

The "spite" and the "narrative sense" parts of my brain are in a little conflict here, because I have to admit it would be really funny if this did not happen after people had been claiming it would from quite literally the first scene of the campaign, but also it's not a bad ship onscreen; it's just that some of the people who ship it are utterly insufferable. I do try to ship things based on what actually seems reasonable for both those characters based on the story though and not just out of spite, fun as that may be.