#but Shini's definitely gay

[all-chickens-are-trans]

watching philosophy tube like. okay i'm really trying to be here for the philosophy but abigail is making it extremely difficult....

[crazywolf828]

http://incase.buttsmithy.com 😏🍆

Wow it has been a hot second since anyone has sent me porn, but yeah their comics are pretty good!

[katielynn526]

B-Team Support Group AU

Okay hear me out...

Donnie and Mikey getting sick of how their family treats them and doing something about it. 

Something happens. The final peg on this jenga tower of awful gives way and shit comes a tumbling down. Mikey gets hit by Raph a little too hard and is seriously hurt, Donnie just pulled his fifth all-nighter in a row and Mikey finds him passed out in the lab, Leo and Raph leave their little brothers in the lurch to prove their A-team bullshit superiority, etc. Whatever it is, it’s the last straw.

Donnie packs up his laptop and a few essentials from his lab, Mikey puts Ice Cream Kitty in her cooler and stuffs some comics and his teddy bear into a backpack. They leave the lair in the middle of the night, no clue where they’re even going. They just need to get out.

Donnie calls April and they crash at her place for the night. Mikey can’t sleep, his stomach is in knots. He stays up with April, watching Donnie snore away on the couch where he’s passed out. He tells her this is the most sleep Don’s probably had in weeks. They stay up talking until dawn and April holds Mikey when he finally breaks down and cries.  

Pretty soon it becomes clear that Donnie and Mikey staying with April is a temporary solution at best. It’s a small apartment and the brother’s can tell Mr. O’Neil, still suffering from his own PTSD, isn’t exactly comfortable with having his home invaded by mutant teenagers. Donnie can be quiet (until he blows something up), but Mikey’s hyperactive energy is too much.Plus the risk of being seen by the neighbors is too great.

April still insists they’re welcome to stay, but the brothers are gone before she comes home from school.     

Karai originally planned to stake out one of the Shredder’s former hideouts with Shinigami, but the plans change when she comes across Donnie and Mikey on the rooftops, looking lost and tired as they try and figure out what to do next. They can’t go back yet, but they can’t survive on their own topside, not without help. Karai knows that hopelessness, knows what it like to feel like you can’t go home.   

She and Shini bring them back to the Shredder’s old lair. telling Donnie and Mikey they can stay as long as they need to. 

Donnie’s still a bit wary of Karai but he agrees, knowing it’s their best option right now. He texts April and tells her that yes, he and Mikey are safe and please tell the family they aren’t dead or kidnapped. They just need some space.

Mikey is just glad he doesn’t have to go home yet and psyched he gets to spend time with his new big sister and her awesome witch-friend.

Karai texts Leo to let him know that his brothers are safe and with her, but also makes it clear that he, Raph, and Splinter fucked up badly and they need to get their shit together. Don and Mike will come home when they’re ready and if Leo or Raph tries to come over and force them to come back she will personally cleave their shells from their bodies.  

CUE MONTAGE OF CUTE B-TEAM AND BIG SISTER BONDING:

-Mikey hanging out with Shini, coming up with countless contests to test their mad skillz™: Who can do the most impressive flips, who’s more flexible, best dancer, most rad yo-yo trick, etc.

-Karai and Mikey playing a Japanese trading card game (like Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh) becuase he found one of her old decks and pulled out his own. 

-Karai being super nervous about being a big sister because she’s never had siblings before and Oroku Saki wasn’t a really affectionate parent, but Mikey putting her at ease and telling her she’s doing a great job.

-Donnie being a little uncomfortable around Karai because she used to be their enemy and tried to hurt April. But she’s also helping them and he sees how hard she’s trying. 

-Karai listening to Donnie vent and commiserating with him about how toxic and demanding family can be. Cause let’s face it, Shredder and Splinter are both super harsh Japanese dads so Karai gets what it’s like. 

-Shini showing Mikey her collection of shojo manga (in Japanese of course)

-Mikey showing Shini how to make awesome shadow puppets.

-Mikey showing Karai and Shini Ice Cream Kitty. Shini thinks she’s adorable and loves taking cute videos of ICK with her phone and sending them to Mikey! 

-Shini telling Mikey all about growing up in Japan and showing him pictures of her and Karai when they were kids, pictures of her life in Tokyo, and one pic of her and her ex-girlfriend, Don’t ask. It didn’t end well... ;)

-Shini calling Mikey, “Mikey-chan.”

-All four of them hanging out in what used to be Oroku Saki’s private quarters, watching poorly dubbed samurai movies on the huge flat screen TV and laughing as they get popcorn everywhere.

-Mikey cooking a big meal for everyone in what used to the the foot clan break room, all of them talking in Japanese while Karai and Shini tease the boys about their terrible accents. 

-Sparring sessions where Mikey isn’t constantly underestimated and Karai and Shini try to teach him techniques to focus his mental energy.    

-Donnie fixing up Stockman’s old lab, overjoyed to see all the awesome high-tech equipment left behind when the Foot Clan fled. Once he clears away all the groady candy wrappers and acid fly spit it starts feeling like home. 

-Karai and Mikey tag-teaming Donnie to make sure he gets a good night’s sleep and doesn’t spend all his time in the lab. 

-Donnie and Karai bonding over blowing shit up and the construction of badass ninja weaponry.

-Shini helping Donnie develop cool new ninja smoke bombs and helping him devise ninja tech for hypnosis and illusions.  

-Karai teasing Donnie about his crush on April but actually giving him solid relationship advice. 

-Mikey, Karai, and Donnie all getting to complain about Leo and his self-sacrificing, lone ranger BS. 

-Donnie building a heat lamp for his snake mutant sis. Snake!Karai curling up and basking with her mutant bros. 

-Leo not heeding Karai’s warning and blowing up Donnie’s T-phone with angry messages. Karai finally going to the lair to bitch out her mutant family and call out her father on what a negligent dick he’s been.

-April and Casey visiting the Girl Gang lair (that’s what I’m calling it) to see Mikey and Don. 

-Casey flirting non-stop with Karai while she kicks his ass multiple times. Soon it becomes a friendly contest between the two on who can come up with the dirtiest pick up line. (Donnie has had to cover Mikey’s ears multiple times).

-April being really nervous around Karai b/c of their history. But they bond over wanting what’s best for the b-team bros and become reluctant friends. Cue Shini insisting that April needs a makeover (because seriously how can she not wear armor?) and lots of badass ninja girl talk. Mikey helps while Donnie and Casey just watch the awesome craziness unfold.

-Karai embarrassing Donnie in front of April but also totally setting them up!

-Mikey and Donnie getting to just chill and be bros without the pressure and constant criticism of their big brothers.       

-Raph and Leo dealing with the fact that their little brothers left, realizing how much they were needed.  

-Leo burning everything he cooks and desperately wishing Mikey were there to take over. (Splinter, Raph and Leo end up living off of takeout, rice, and instant ramen over the next few weeks)

-The hot water heater in the lair breaks and guess who’s not around to fix it? Raph grumbling as he looks up how to fix a hot water heater online, thinking about how fast Donnie would’ve solved the problem. Then Leo breaks the toaster and there’s more shit Raph has to try and fix.

-Realizing how empty the lair feels with out Mikey’s laughter and the occasional explosion from Don’s lab. 

-Leo missing being able to bounce his plans and strategies off his calm, fact-checking genius brother.

-Raph missing Mikey’s easy affection and regretting every single time he hit his baby bro just because he was goofing around. 

-Raph and Leo being too proud to apologize and paying for it dearly as things in the lair continue to break and they try not to give each other food poisoning with their terrible cooking skills. The older brother’s getting angry at themselves and angry at their father for not demanding his younger son’s return. 

-Splinter taking a long look at his actions and questioning his abilities as a father. Wondering how he can repent and heal his family when his youngest sons’ return.

-Splinter staring at a picture of his sons and realizing how much of a burden he’s placed on their shoulders by demanding they fight his war with Oroku Saki. He wonders when was the last time he’d asked Donatello and Michelangelo if they were alright. 

-Casey finding a sulking Raph and using his own experiences as a big brother to call him out and talk some sense into him (And you know it’s bad when CASEY JONES is the voice of reason here). 

-Mikey calling Karai “Nee-san” without even thinking about it and Karai trying and failing to hide how happy she is.

-Karai calling Mikey Otouto and watching his face light up in joy as he hugs her.

-Donnie calling Karai Nee-san quietly when it’s just to two other them after a long tear-filled talk. Karai trying hard not to cry when she realizes she’s earned his trust. 

I’M SORRY I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS AND IDEAS ABOUT THIS AU OKAY! 

The health and well-being of the B-team is super important to me, and if I need to make an AU where they get taken in and cared for by a badass ninja girl gang I will! 

[bihedgehogs-moved]

[notcaycepollard]

Every take on Israel Sadsack Hands I have seen slash said in the last three days:

I want to study him like he's a little bug in a jar

my favorite queer homophobe

YOUR HONOR HE IS A FREAK BITCH

I want to introduce distressing items into his enclosure and examine his reactions. Like enrichment activities for a tiger in a zoo but the opposite.

he needs to be pickled

the very definition of “I can make him worse”

I like that if I stepped too hard near him he'd lose his balance

I want to put him in a jar and shake it violently

Izzy's internalised homophobia 🤝 my internalised homophobia

he needs to have a shiny hat glued to his stupid fucking head

I love this sad garbage dead dove of a man

I want to smash custard pies in his ratfucker little face and make him die inside when people call him sweetheart

he's just neat, what can I say?

Izzy is a masc4masc simp

he is both the donkey and the tail to be pinned

if Izzy wasn't literally unbearable to witness as a person, yeah he'd be hot

I love this little rat freak with my entire heart but I do want him to get punched

I feel like izzy would listen to creep by radiohead

“I can fix him” why fix something that is perfect broken

I love him unironically

Izzy Hands is t4t representation

I think he needs to eat at least one more toe before he can have a redemption arc

no no he's hot you're right

the scrunkly

I waded through the sweet soft topsoil layer of ofmd fanfiction to find those nasty little izzy nuggets at the bottom

i ship izzy with mutiny

he was not upset enough about eating his toe. suspicious

izzy my beloathed

Izzy Hands has 68 mental illnesses and has been banned from most public places

izzy hands my babygirl <33

things that feel gay and homophobic at the same time

he's canonically divorced blackbeard

if he and Blackbeard slept together he would be so much less of an asshole

Izzy “pick me” Hands

obsessed with this little freak

I want to feed him the rest of his fucking toes

absolutely unhinged behavior from the jump. icon.

he is fantastic representation for us haters and I really appreciate that

we are all just scrambling around in this little fucker's head like a museum after dark touching all his thoughts and moving things 2 inches to watch him squirm about it

I want to pin him down like a butterfly and look at him under a microscope

quite fucked up! very good!!!!

I'd feed him the rest of his toes but he would probably like that

he's done nothing wrong ever

man is made out of 100% concentrated brat energy

he's my favorite character but I also need him to pay for his crimes

[sl-ut]

nsfw alphabet

KIARA CARRERA

the abcs but make it y/n and kie’s sex life

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kie is a very lovey-dovey person outside of the bedroom, so it only makes sense to me that she would be the exact same in it. Regardless of how intense or ruthless she may be while she’s actually fucking you, her first instinct for afterwards would be to flip you over and cuddle you to death (Kie is a big spoon ALWAYS, fight me on it).

If the two of you got sweatier than usual or there was any sort of excess bodily fluids (wink wink) or lube involved, she’ll take you to the shower and hold you to her chest as you wash each other off. By the end of the shower, though, it’ll be you standing under a cold stream of water as she goes down on you again. 

No matter what, though, Kie is always touching you after, whether it be to cuddle or to get you ready for round two.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of their and also their partner’s)

Everyone say it with me now, KIE IS AN ASS LADY.

She absolutely loves to have one hand on your ass at all times. She likes to squeeze or pinch it when you’re being particularly bratty in front of the pogues, and she’ll always give it a little slap as she sneaks up behind you. She also loves to have you on all fours as she eats you out from behind, giving her the perfect opportunity to get in a few good spanks, never hard enough to actually hurt you, but just enough that she leaves little imprints on your cheeks that are just barely visible the next morning.

Her favourite part of herself is definitely her thighs. She’s genuinely really proud of how toned they are, and not to mention how beautifully they frame your head when you’re going to town on her. She’s really sensitive along her inner thighs, so she’ll be shaking as you press kisses there on your way to her pussy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kie has a thing for bodily fluids during sex. She likes to see how slick and shiny her thigh is after you’ve just been humping it, or how nice it looks when spit slides in between your pussy lips, mingling with the wetness that was already there, or how pretty you look with your head tipped back and you lips parted as you wait for her to let her spit drop into your mouth.

Cum, however, is her favourite. Kie wanted to see your pussy leaking cum, and will often rub your pussies together after you’ve both cum a few times just to see the way that you look with her cum all up inside of you. She’s a little bummed that she can’t literally cum inside of you (and honestly, she doesn’t think she would ever stop if she was able to) so this is the next best thing. She also loves to see how your lower face glistens when you get off of your knees, and tasting herself on your tongue afterwards is even better. Like I said, she loves spit play, and will always suck as much cum out of you as possible before she drops it into your mouth or onto your tits.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Kie has occasionally taken a few naughty pictures and videos of you while you two were fucking. It may not be a complete secret, as you aren’t completely blind and are able to see the camera she’s pointing at you while you eat her out. Her ‘My Eyes Only’ is full of these videos, and sometimes she takes them at random moments when you aren’t even aware that you’re turning her on. She would never dare to show them to anyone other than you, but she really liked watching you go down on her through the lens, and the way you’ll bat your eyelashes at the camera once you realise what she’s doing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kie is reasonably experienced for a girl her age. Before she came out, she’d been with a few guys, and she had secretly hooked up with a few touron girls after she realised that she was gay, so she knows her way around a pussy pretty well. By the time the two of you got together, she was experienced enough to have you a blubbering mess as she fucked you for the first time.

F = Favourite position

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Kie loves your ass. She likes any position that gives her good access to grab, squeeze, and spank your bum as she fucks you, so she really likes to eat you out from behind as you’re either on all fours or leaning against a wall, holding you against her as you grind against each others thighs, or having you in reverse cowgirl on her face (plus this gives you the option to return the favour and finger or 69 her if you feel like it).

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment? are they goofy?)

Kie likes to be a little silly and light hearted in bed. Depending on the occasion, she’ll make exaggerated kissy sounds on your pussy to make you giggle, or she’ll tickle you a little bit as she scissors you. I feel like she tends to be a little more serious, but she’s definitely not afraid to be a little goofy in bed.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

I can definitely see Kie with a little bush. I feel like she probably likes to keep her bikini line and maybe even her labias nice and smooth, but I can’t picture her going to get a brazilian or anything. Still, she likes to keep things relatively neat and will trim a bit, maybe even try out some different shapes to see what she likes. We stan our hippie queen with pubes.

She really doesn’t care about your hair, though. If Kie is gonna have a bush, there’s no way she’s gonna be upset over you having one too, but she also wouldn’t mind if you were shaved. She might prefer if you keep them trimmed, but as long as you keep it clean for her, she’s not complaining.

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?)

Kie likes to be romantic. While she can be a little goofy at times, she tends to lean towards more intimate or intense moments. She really loves holding your hand during sex or being pressed against your chest, this is definitely her favourite kind of sex, she always feels so loved up afterwards and won’t let you leave her side.

J = Jack off (how often do they masturbate)

Kiara likes to touch herself. There’s something about being able to get yourself off that she really likes, it makes her feel independant. While there is literally nothing that she likes better than having you between her thighs, her own hands are a close second. She likes to use the pictures and videos that she’s taken of the two of you together to get herself off, and she typically makes time for herself to take a nice bath with epsom salts and candles all around while she touches herself at least once a week.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kie’s biggest kink is definitely exhibitionism. She would probably die if anyone she knew actually caught you two, like the other pogues, her parents, the police… But she really likes the idea of potentially being caught. There have been many times where she’ll drag you just a few feet away from the others so that you’re far enough to disguise the fact that she has her hands down your pants, and she even allowed a touron girl to watch after she caught Kie tongue fucking you at a kegger on the beach, which she’s sure had you cumming even faster as you switched from making eye contact with her between your legs to the girl touching herself next to you. That has also spurred on a little kink of voyeurism and sharing as well after you both went back to the touron’s hotel room with her.

L = Location (favourite place to do the do)

Kie really likes the beach. There’s something really erotic about going skinny dipping at night and then fucking the shit out of you in the sand. She also found herself really enjoying that one time she took you out on the Pogue for your anniversary and had you screaming. Talk about rocking the boat…

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Kie gets really turned on at the sight of your ass. She loves when you wear cheekier bikinis or jeans that hug you just right.

She also gets really turned on at the thought of you being turned on. Whenever you’re horny, you make it very obvious by grinding up on her to release some sort of tension, or you’ll try your best to form a spit string whenever you kiss, only to let it break and fall against your lips, knowing how much she loves spit play.

This one might seem a little obvious, but Kie gets so horny when she’s drinking or smoking. She refuses to go to bed after a party until you let her pound the shit out of you.

N = No (something they won’t do, turn offs)

While Kie may have liked sharing you with that touron girl, she would never, ever want to share you with her friends. JJ has made the joke one too many times after catching you making out, and he’s made it very clear how into you he is. You and Sarah have also joked about having an affair to get a rise out of John B, who actually just shrugged and admitted that he wouldn’t mind seeing you two together. Kie, however, was pissed, and took you home to teach you a lesson #KieIsATop.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

In all honesty, Kie can’t choose. You are really great with your tongue, so she literally goes blind after just a few minutes of you between her thighs. At the same time, she loves the sounds you make when you get close to your orgasm. If she could, she would just 69 with you all the time so she didn’t have to choose.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual)

Kie believes that there is a time and place for everything. Special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries, days where one of you have been going through a rough time, and drunk/high sex are three instances when Kie prefers to take you nice and slow, revelling in the way that your bare bodies move together. However, whenever you’ve pissed her off, haven’t seen her in a while, or just have built up so much tension, she will not hesitate to fuck your brains out. On a typical day, though, the two of you find a happy medium where you get each other off within minutes all while feeling equally as loved up.

Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc)

Kie likes quickies. She really likes dragging you away to the bathroom or just down the beach a bit to fuck. It’s all about the exhibitionist lifestyle, baby.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

I’ve mentioned before that Kie likes bodily fluids; Spit, cum… She hasn’t brought it up to you yet but she’s really interested in trying piss play with you. She’s not entirely sure if she would really like it, but she’s been thinking about it and if there’s one person she wants to try this with, it's you. She’s also open to trying anal, and would be game to try anything you suggest at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

She can go for a while, but she likes to take breaks in between to make sure that neither of you get too overstimulated or tired. Usually, this is where you would cuddle or shower before one of you gets some wandering hands.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on their partners or themselves?)

I can see Kie owning a bullet vibe for her alone time, but there is no doubt in my mind that she really loves to have you on all fours while she rearranges your guts via strap-on. It’s about seven inches and a glittery bubblegum pink colour that you both decided on while you were browsing on Amazon.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kiara loves to tease you in public. She likes to pinch your bum or give you a clear view down her top to get you going, and she’s tried to edge you when you’re finally alone, but our girl is a greedy queen and can’t stop herself when she hears those noises coming from your lips.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kie can be kinda loud when she wants. When you’re fucking in public, as you so often do, she’s just lets out little gasps and whimpers, but when you’re truly alone she’ll unleash the beast and start letting out loud moans of pleasure. She also likes to talk dirty, but she’s not super into degrading. Sometimes she’ll throw in a ‘you’re my little slut,’ but not much beyond that. She really likes it when you’re loud too.

W = Wild card (random headcanon)

You and Kie are definitely the kind of couple who watches porn together. You two would probably start the habit by making fun of the terrible acting, but eventually it ends with you two scissoring in sync with the two girls on the screen. You also like to watch it for inspiration.

You and Kie definitely also make thirst trap TikToks together. The ‘drop your towel in front of your s/o’ challenge had your name on it, and you racked up a few hundred thousand likes from the look on Kiara’s face when the towel hit the floor, followed by a terribly shot montage of her chasing you through the house and into your bedroom.

X = X-ray (what’s going on down there?)

This headcanon is most definitely meant for dick size, so instead we’ll talk about the fact that Kie got a clit piercing while she was drunk and you weren’t there to supervise her. Conveniently, you really like it and have no problem with helping her keep it clean, and you love the way it feels against your own clit.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Kiara has a pretty high sex drive. She could do it whenever you wanted to, but there are always times when she’s not in the mood, particularly after she’s gotten into a fight with her parents or the Pogues. In those cases, she wants nothing more than someone to rant to, and then if she’s still riles up enough, she’ll ask you to top just to get her mind off of whatever she was upset about.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Kie like to talk, cuddle, or shower together afterwards, so unless the two of you are under the influence, neither of you fall asleep for a while after sex.

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[sineala]

How would you say fandom culture has changed over the years? What are some differences you notice between older and younger fandom folks?

I’ve been thinking for a while about how to answer this, and I’m not sure I have a really good answer, but I’m going to try.

I’ve been in fandom since approximately 1995. Maybe 1994. At that point, the world wide web was a relatively new part of the internet, and the fandoms I was in had most of their activity on privately-hosted mailing lists (predating eGroups/OneList/Yahoo Groups) and on Usenet newsgroups, with fiction beginning to be available on websites as part of either fandom-specific or pairing-specific archives as well as authors’ individual pages. Fanfiction.net did not yet exist. LiveJournal did not exist. AO3 definitely did not exist. If you wanted real-time chat, there was IRC. I was coming in basically at the tail end of zine fandom; zines were no longer the only way of distributing fanfiction, as fandom started to move online. So I have a selection of zines from 90s-era Western media fandoms but even by then zines weren’t where I was doing most of my reading.

I think in terms of generally “what it was like to be in fandom,” the big-picture stuff hasn’t changed. Fandom still produces creative fanwork and likes to, y’know, get together and talk about fandom. Also, almost every fight or complaint that fandom has about something is a thing that has been going on for actual years. People complain that, say, the kudos button is ruining comment culture because back in the LJ days the only way you could comment on a story was, well, by leaving an actual comment, or sending an email on a mailing list, and this might mean that people who would have otherwise commented have left a kudos instead. But back in the LJ and mailing list days, people were complaining that commenting was going downhill since the days of zines, when in order to comment on a story you had to write a real paper letter and mail it and because you had to do that, the quality of feedback was so much better than you got nowadays because people could just dash off a quick email or comment. You get the idea. Top/bottom wars are not new either. Pairing wars are not new. If you’ve been in fandom a while, you will pretty much have seen all the fights already. I think one thing that is new, though, is the fandom awareness of things like privilege and intersectionality and various -isms, as well as things like “providing warnings might be nice” (do you know how much unwarned deathfic I have read? a lot!) and I sure won’t say we’re perfect at any of this now, but I think fandom is trying way way more about all that stuff than it used to.

There are some fights we actually don’t have anymore, as far as I can tell. I feel like it’s been years since I’ve seen the “real person fiction is wrong” battle, but also I don’t hang out in a whole lot of RPF fandoms, so it’s possible that’s still going and I just don’t see it.

There also used to be a recurring debate about whether gay relationships that were canonical were slash or not. When slash started, obviously this wasn’t a question because there weren’t canonical gay relationships in fandoms, period. But as gay characters began to appear in media, people started to wonder “does slash mean all same-sex relationships, or does slash mean only non-canonical same-sex relationships?” Now, you may be reading this and think that sounds like an incredibly weird thing to get hung up on, but that’s because what appears to have happened is that the term “ship” (originally from X-Files Mulder/Scully fandom) has, as far as I can tell, come up and eaten most of the rest of the terminology. Now people will just say, “oh, I ship that.” For any pairing, gay or not, canonical or not. Fandom seems to have decided that for the most part it no longer actually needs a term specific to same-sex relationships as a genre.

Similarly, there are a few genres of fic that we used to have also pretty much don’t exist anymore. There are also plenty of genres that are well-entrenched now that are also extremely recent -- A/B/O comes to mind. But there are some kinds of fic we don’t write a lot of now. Like, I haven’t seen smarm in years! I also haven’t seen We’re Not Gay We Just Love Each Other in a while. There was also a particular style of slash writing where you’d basically have to explain, in detail, what made you think that these particular characters could be anything other than straight. You’d have to motivate this decision. You’d have to look at their canonical heterosexual relationships and come up with a way to explain why all those had happened in order to reconcile how this one guy could have romantic feelings for another guy. When had he figured out he wasn’t straight? Who might he have been with before? How does he interact with people in ways that make you think he’s not straight? That kind of thing. You had to, essentially, show your work. And these days a lot of fanfic is just like, “Okay, Captain America is bisexual, let’s go!” It’s... different.

Fandom also used to skew older, is my sense. A lot older. I don’t know, actually, if it really was older, but I get the sense now that there are some younger people who are surprised that adults are still in fandom. I have seen people saying these days that they think they’re too old for fanfiction because they are not in middle school anymore. And I think a lot of this has to do with the fact that the barriers to access fandom are a lot lower than they used to be. You used to basically have to be an adult with disposable income (or know an adult with disposable income who was willing to help you out; but even then if you were reading explicit fiction you also had to swear you were 18+, usually by sending in an age statement to whoever you were buying the zine from or to the mods of the list you wanted to join, so a lot of fandom was very much age-gated). Internet access was not widely available. Even if you had internet access, you maybe didn’t have your own email address, so you couldn’t sign up for mailing lists; free email providers didn’t exist. If you wanted to buy zines, you had to have money to buy them. If you wanted to go to cons, you had to be able to afford the cost of the con, travel to the con, et cetera. If you wanted to have a website you had to know HTML. Social media did not exist. You want to draw art? Guess what, you’re probably drawing it on paper! You might be able to upload a picture to your website if you have a digital camera or a scanner, but both of those things are expensive, and also a lot of people don’t have the capability or the money to download pictures from the internet (some people have data caps with overage charges, and some people have text-only connections!), so they won’t get to see it. Maybe you can sell your piece at a con! You want to make a fanvid? We called them songvids, but, anyway, you know how you’re doing that? You’re going to hook two VCRs together and smash the play and record buttons very fast! If you want anyone else to watch them, you are either making them a tape personally and mailing it to them or bringing your vids to a convention. Maybe you can digitize them and upload them, but it’s going to take people hours to download them!

(Every three hours my ISP would kick me off the internet and I’d have to dial in again. If it was a busy time of day, it might take me 20 or 30 minutes to get a connection again. And that was assuming no one else in the house needed to use the phone line. Imagine if your modem went out every three hours now.)

And now, for the cost of my internet connection, I can read pretty much whatever fanfiction I want, whenever I want it. I can see all the fanart I want! I can watch vids! Podfic exists now! Fanmixes exist! Gifsets and moodboards exist! If I want to write fic I can write it with programs that are completely free, and as soon as I post it everyone in the entire world can read it. If I want to draw or make vids that may require some additional investment, but I may also be able to do it with things I already have. Do you have any idea how good we all have it?

There are a couple of kinds of fan activity that don’t seem to exist anymore, though, and I miss them. I know that roleplaying still goes on, but I feel like these days most people who do real-time text roleplay have switched to things like Discord. I know that in the LJ days, RP communities were popular. But I really miss MU*s (MUDs, MUSHes, MOOs, MUXes..), which were servers for real-time text-based RP with a bunch of... hmm... features to aid RP. There were virtual rooms with text descriptions, and objects in virtual rooms with descriptions, and your character had a description, and they could interact with the objects as well as with other characters, and you could program things to change descriptions or emit various kinds of text or take you to different rooms, and so on. Just to, y’know, enhance the atmosphere. It was fun and it was where I learned to RP and I’m sad they’re pretty much gone now.

I also don’t think I see a lot of fanfiction awards in fandoms. Wonder where they went.

Going back to the previous point, the barriers to actually consuming the canon you are fannish about are way, way, way lower now. You can pretty much take it for granted that if right now someone tells you about a shiny new fandom, there will be a way to read that book or watch that show or movie right now. Possibly for free! Of course you can watch it! Why wouldn’t you be able to?

This was absolutely, absolutely not the case before. I’m currently in Marvel Comics fandom. If there is a comic I want to read, I can read it right now on the internet. I have subscribed to Marvel Unlimited and I can read pretty much every comic that is older than three months old; the newer ones cost extra money. But I can do it all from the comfort of my own home right now. I was also, actually, in Marvel Comics fandom in the nineties. If I wanted to read a comic, I had to go to a comic book store and hope they had it in stock; if they didn’t, I had to try another store. Not a lot of comics were available in trade paperback and they definitely weren’t readable on the internet. I used to read a lot of Gambit h/c fic set after Uncanny X-Men #350. I never found a copy of UXM #350. I still haven’t! But I did eventually read it on Unlimited.

Being in TV show fandoms also had similar challenges. Was the show you were watching still on the air? No? Then you’d better hope you could find it in reruns, or know someone who had tapes of it that they could copy for you, otherwise you weren’t watching that show. It was, I think, pretty common for people to be in fandoms for shows they hadn’t seen, because they had no way to see the show, but they loved all the fanfic. The Sentinel had a whole lot of fans like that, both because I think it took a while for it to end up in reruns and because overseas distribution was probably poor. So you’d get people who read the fic and wrote fic based on the other fic they’d read, which meant that you got massive, massive amounts of fanon appearing that people just assumed was in the show because it was a weirdly specific detail that appeared in someone’s fic once. Like “Jim and Blair’s apartment has a small water heater” (not actually canonical) or “Blair is a vegetarian” (there’s an episode where his mother visits and IIRC cooks him one of his favorite meals, which is beef tongue).

Like, I was in The Professionals fandom for years. I read all the fic. I hadn’t seen the show. As far as I know, it never aired in the US, and it certainly never had any kind of US VHS or DVD release. I’d seen a couple songvids. I eventually saw a couple episodes in maybe 2003, and that was because my dad special-ordered a commercial VHS tape from the UK and paid someone to convert it from PAL to NTSC. I didn’t get to see the whole show until several years later when I got a region-free DVD player someone in fandom sent me burned copies of the UK DVD releases and then I special-ordered the commercial release of the DVDs from the UK myself. But if I were a new fan and wanted to watch Pros right now? It is on YouTube! For free!

I think also one of the things about fandom that’s not immediately evident to new fans is the way in which it is permanent and/or impermanent. There are probably people whose first fannish experience is on Tumblr or who only read fanfic on FFN and who have no idea what they would do if either site, say, just shut down. But if you’ve been in fandom a while, you’ve been through, say, Discord, Tumblr, Twitter, Pillowfort, Imzy, DW, JournalFen, LJ, GeoCities, IRC, mailing lists. And sure, if Tumblr closed, it would be inconvenient. But fandom would pack up and move somewhere else. You would find it again. It would, eventually, be okay. Similarly, if you’ve been in a lot of fandoms, if you’ve made a lot of friends, drifting through fandoms is like that. You’ll make a friend in 1998 because you were in the same fandom, and then you might go your own ways, and ten years later you might be in another fandom with them again! It happens.

But the flip side of that is that I think a lot of older fans have learned not to trust in the permanence of any particular site. If you like a story, you save it as soon as you read it. If you like a piece of art, you save it. If you like a vid, you save it. Because you don’t know when the site it’s on will be gone for good. I have, like, twenty years of lovingly-curated fanfic. And I feel like people who have only been in fandom since AO3 existed might not understand how much AO3 is a game-changer compared to what we had before. It’s a site where you can put your fic up and you don’t have to worry that the webhost is going out of business, or that the site might delete your work because they don’t allow gay fiction or explicit fiction or fiction written in second person or fiction for fandoms where the creator doesn’t like fanfiction, or whatever. Because all of those things have absolutely happened. But, I mean, I still save pretty much everything I like, even on AO3, just in case.

So, basically, yeah, fandom is a whole lot more accessible than it used to be. I think fandom is pretty much still fandom, but it’s a lot easier to get into, and that has made it way more open to people who wouldn’t have been able to be in fandom before. There is so, so much more now than there ever was before, and I think that’s great.

[orangechickenpillow]

Losing my mind thinking about an Arcane Western AU. I mean think of how fun that could be?!

Silco

The scariest mother fucker in the West.

Seriously, top-tier bad guy -- smolder, cool jacket and all.

And he's got memorable scars on his face, so he'd probably have a badass nickname given to him by The Law™️

No one crosses him, and if they do they lose a hand (or their head) and it gets mailed back to their wife/sons/whatever.

Has a band of goons that are stupid as shit but follow him around anyway.

Exploits literally everyone.

Jinx

Second scariest mother fucker in the West. Unhinged to the utmost degree.

Silco's second in command (according to her) and don't be fooled -- she waves that shit around like a flag. Gets her whatever she wants, because, threats.

Can shoot like nobody's business. Loves the theatrics of a duel, and always wins.

People tell their children ghost stories about Jinx to keep them in line.

Is a horse girl, and names all her ponies (which are just as crazy as she is - no one can ride them because they are Feral)

For sure blows up a train at some point.

Sevika

Silco's actual right hand man

Sevika in a Pancho take me the fuck out

Does the Torturing™️ and runs the "Errands" (more torturing)

Definitely robs a bank at least once a week

Bar fights. All the time. Sevika enters a bar, there will be Violence

The brothel ladies love her (and she also beats the shit out of the aggressive assholes who threaten them)

Has a long-running beef with the Mayor (of what town, you ask? All of them)

Vi

The Disgruntled Cowboy whose come back from war or something

Has complex PTSD and attitude issues, but once you get to know her she’s just a big softie

Isn’t the best shot, but will still Fuck You Up

Punches her way through everything

Bar fights. Almost as notorious as Sevika, and just as destructive 

Remember those brothel ladies? Yup, they love her too (Sevika and Vi out her doing god’s work for the sapphics, am I right)

Will break like five different bones and still save some poor little town from being overrun by outlaws the next day

Wears a Lucky Hat that she’s had since the beginning of time. Will not let any other hat touch her head. Will go back for said hat even if it means risking her life. 

Thigh holster

Caitlyn 

The damn best shot in the West

Heart of gold, law-abiding citizen 

Probably the sheriff of somewhere

Wears a slouch hat (!!!) and looks damn good in it 

Would not hesitate to shoot a man in the foot. Dude is a misogynistic asshole? Oops, her finger slipped. And no one will ever know because she’s the sheriff. It’s a good system

Likes locking bad guys in the clink (definitely refers to it as “the clink”)

Has a moral dilemma when a certain Disgruntled Cowboy rides into town looking for the nearest saloon

Has a gay awakening because of beforementioned Disgruntled Cowboy and says fuck the law before riding off into the sunset

Thigh holster

Jayce

The mayor that Sevika has beef with

Is that one character in all westerns and western-themed media that provides a little bit of exposition, but is otherwise unhelpful in every way possible

Insists on wearing a shiny badge even though he is not the sheriff (which Caitlyn has told him many times and he still won’t listen)

Probably takes in like five different orphans because look at them he can’t just leave them all alone

Thinks that anyone who breaks the law is a threat to his fine little town and the fine little people that live there

Probably has a mustache, idk

Definitely wears spurs even though he doesn’t have a clue how to ride a horse

Everyone teases him about this

Viktor

Local chemist by day, unhinged mad scientist by night

Wishes everyone would stop coming to him with their injuries because “I am not technically a doctor and you are bleeding all over my lab equipment get outttttttt”

Anyone who manages to notice him thinks he’s a sweet little guy 

Knows how to kill and dismember a man before anyone notices a thing (...don’t ask)

Isn’t great with a gun -- but knives, on the other hand.... (again, don’t ask)

Isn’t above beating the shit out of people with his cane. Which also has a secret knife built into the handle

Has a running tab at the local saloon, which no one but himself and the owner knows about. Secretly never plans on paying it off. 

Can’t ride very comfortably because of his leg, but has a horse, whom he loves very much and always gives treats and scratches to

Thinks the mayor is hot but won’t do anything about it

Has a Sexy Pocket Watch

[stromuprisahat]

Alina and the Darkling’s interactions, pt. 11

Chapter 22- Once again, this is more of a mix, but I’ve decided to add this post to this particular series because I want to... 😁

It’s beginning the moment Alina frees herself from the Darkling’s collar-caused influence.

When your plan B falls apart with no apparent reason and some unskilled beginner uses the power boost, that was supposed to work for you, against you...

Still feels kinda weird Ivan is SO surprised to see the Cut. I understand he wouldn’t expect it from Alina, but this sounds like he just had a peek of some mythical animal.

Headcanon: Alina just misheard him. His real words were:

“... the FUCK?!” *Tired™ gay noises*

I’m also pissed this is the way LB keeps describing learning process:

CAN’T DO IT -> CAN DO IT

“It’s called the Cut. It requires great power and great focus; it’s something few Grisha can do.”

Yes, Alina definitely has power, but focus? The way she describes it, it sounds like she doesn’t even have to think about it. When she does it for the first time. After few months of basic training, when she had troubles light up a hallway. One of a few...

This is the first serious mistake we see the Darkling make. He completely misjudges Alina, when he expects her to have some sort of conscience, preventing her from slaughtering “innocents”. Yes, she was screaming murder just few moments earlier, unfortunatelly for him (and those approximately sixty people on the skiff), she doesn’t care about anything as long as she doesn’t have to face any consequences. Be it blame, or sight of the corpses.

Also a huge fan of use of the word “help” here. Can’t really picture Alina being helpful in any way. I understand, how is that sentence meant, but still... You’re a walking, talking obstruction, Alina!

I love how oprichniki- non-magical soldiers- simply follow their orders even against magical shiny girl, who just showed she’s more than willing to kill them all. Nice to see someone, who’s good in doing their Saintsdamned job. I would SO love to know more about them. Only respect.

They were all too afraid, afraid of him...

... or perhaps afraid of that insane hysterical girl, threatening them with the Cut. They probably think she’s completely batshit crazy.

... and afraid of a world without his protection.

Sure, anyone, who saw the real world, or lived outside Ravka wouldn’t be willing to live without the Darkling’s protection. That’s what happens when you’re not proclaimed living Saint, but dissected instead.

Have to admit, you can’t say Alina doesn’t have her priorities sorted...

... but she sure as hell can try.

Another of my favourite traits of Alina is her ability to ask greater, or more complicated, important questions in purely rhetorical manner. 

Wasn’t I abandoning Ravka and all the people who believed in me? Only my power could destroy the Fold, and I was running away.

I shook my head. I couldn’t afford to think about any of that right now.

in Chapter 16 👌

The others on the skiff had failed to come to my aid, but did they deserve to be abandoned to the volcra?

Alina: NVM 🤷

I wonder, what the Darkling really meant, because it sure as hell wasn’t “... it would make [Alina] more like him.”. He’s not the type to leave a group to die for one person...

Not freeing a deserter of consequences of his actions is cruelty comparable to leaving some sixty-ish people to die for having no idea, what the fuck’s happening.

Did the Darkling have the power to free Malyen? Maybe, Mal’s not his subordinate. The First Army would execute him anyway, so they probably won’t mind too much Darkles would carry it out. There might be some bitching, some complaints he didn’t ask beforehand... Pardoning would require more effort, possibly some favours or concessions on Aleksander’s part. Perhaps a bit of lying... it would definitely cost him as a leader of the Second Army.

Now why would he do that? Because Alina asked him? After running away not only from him, but her responsibilities? It’s not just personal, but he believes cutting Malyen off will make her stronger. Belief that proved to be hardly unfunded, one we can consider a fact. 

I might understand, why would Alina put the only person she cares about above lives of others, but insinuating it’s the Darkling’s fault, because he didn’t prioritise a life of one (1), when he wouldn’t even be the only person paying for that and it would cause even more problems on the long run...

Alina performs the Cut blindly in the skiff’s direction. She doesn’t miss. It’s not very likely subsequent screaming is only a matter of fear and confusion. How many died by her Cut? How many were injured? Dismembered? How many were buried under the wreckage? Sure, the volcra did some killing, but how much pain did Alina cause herself? Not enough to feel too torn about it... or did I miss some existential crisis in the next two books?

Huge fan of the wording of the last sentence. Did Alina already forget the people she left there to be slaughtered, or are they also “the monsters”?

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4,  pt. 5,  pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 12

[comradekatara]

the gaang+ what they would talk to avatar kyoshi about if she ever appeared to them a la aang on the lion turtle?

I want aang to know that kyoshi (and yangchen, frankly) would be proud of him for his decision during the comet. when she said “only justice can bring peace,” aang went a step further by not only administering justice to ozai, but doing so in a way that preserved his (people’s) values, thus bringing peace in a way that was just not only for the (current) world, but for the legacy of his people. and kyoshi is smart, she can recognize that, and I want her to tell him as much!!! I know he’s satisfied with his decision anyway, but it would still be nice of him to hear it from her, since he seems to really only know her as a decisive killer, and not the kindhearted, thoughtful person she actually was.

katara definitely fangirls over kyoshi. she’s such an intimidating badass, and her Look is so cool!! she’d just be like, where did you get those fans? that facepaint? your exquisite kimono? (quoting her directly in “avatar day” here) how did you get so good at earthbending? what shampoo do you use to get your hair so shiny? what’s your birth chart? how are you tall??? tell me your secrets *-* (and of course she’s in for a truly wild story...)

sokka comes prepared with notes. he’s read her official biography, and now he wants gaps in her history answered. she lived a very full life, you see. they ultimately end up discussing what it’s like to come from nothing and have to work to hone the necessary skills to deal with crisis management (on an often global scale), and finding the balance between showing mercy and necessary pragmatism, taking responsibility for your actions, and knowing when something is out of your control and you must let go. sokka is grateful to have learned a lot from her.

toph wants to know how many people she killed. kyoshi replies, “I never killed anyone who I couldn’t save.” toph’s like “LAMEE,” but then they spend another four hours talking about what it’s like to manage people’s false expectations of you, and the frustration of having to fit yourself into a certain mold to please and/or get what you need out of others. they also discuss earthbending, and kyoshi tells toph about lek, and yun, and lao ge, and how they used earthbending in brilliant and creative ways. toph’s like “yeah but they didn’t invent metalbending though. so I’m still the goat” and kyoshi’s like “uh huh.”

upon learning that kyoshi was gay* (*umbrella term), zuko is like “what the fuck how did she have the fortitude to navigate that while being such a prominent figure in the public eye who was constantly scrutinized for all of her decisions?????” not that he can..... relate to that....... at all........ so yeah I think if he ever talked to kyoshi that’s what they would discuss. how to navigate that, and how to access the inner confidence to accept oneself even when others don’t. after their talk (in which many tears are shed), zuko goes up to aang and is like “damn your past life was so kind and wise. u should be more like her. smh” and aang is just like “what did i do???”

mai meets her and is just like “how tf did you live for so long i’m fifteen and i’m already over it.” kyoshi explains that as a child, her only purpose for living was survival—spite, even. but then she was given a duty, to the world, to something so much bigger than her as an individual, and that motivated her to keep living, for as long as possible, so that she could help perform her duty to maintaining balance and justice to the fullest extent. mai’s like “ok.... when you put it like that.... maybe life is worth living after all. huh.”

ty lee wants to know what is like for kyoshi to have unorthodox air nomad heritage, for her to have been (quite literally) neglected by her parents, being in love with your best (female) friend, being part of the criminal underworld, being decisive in moments of action, what it was like founding kyoshi island, and navigating the harsh reality of constantly being fucked over by men. ty lee gets all her questions answered very patiently by kyoshi, but in the process, the most valuable thing she ultimately learns about her is that kyoshi secretly has a great sense of humor :)

kyoshi knows a thing or two about grief, and her advice to azula—that sometimes you just need to cry it out, seek comfort in a loved ones arms, and rely on people for support—opens her mind a great deal. after all, kyoshi is an incredibly strong, imposing figure, and if she can advocate for vulnerability, then maybe points actually are being made. (kyoshi tactfully does not mention that time she was hellbent on a righteous revenge quest to kill the man who ruined her life, and refused to let herself experience happiness until he was dead; that’s not exactly relevant info at this juncture....)

and last but certainly not least, suki deserves to meet kyoshi to know that kyoshi is proud of her. suki is too proud to ask her this, of course, but she does say, “I hope I’m fulfilling your legacy,” which basically translates to “are you proud of me?” anyway, and kyoshi assures her that she is, that she couldn’t have asked for a better legacy, and that just as much as kyoshi inspires suki, suki’s strength and bravery and kindness inspires her, too.

[capseycartwright]

i would love to see what you make of “come on, you've never thought about it?“ “maybe once or twice.“, if it inspires you! - @buckactuallys

hope you enjoy, @buckactuallys!

send me a prompt from this (or this!) list

Eddie’s not really sure how they got onto the topic. As most conversations with Buck tended to, they’d cycled through a lot – work, firstly, both of them getting their frustrations and thoughts off of their chest after a long week of long shifts; Christopher, next, Eddie proudly flicking through the photos he’d taken of the two tests Christopher had gotten back with a shiny A+ grade scrawled across the top. After that, it had been food, and what to get for dinner, and what would your last meal be, if you had to choose, a monologue from Buck on how underrated ginger was as seasoning, and an argument on what movie they wanted to watch.

One of the things Eddie enjoyed the most about his friendship with Buck was how easy it was to talk to him. Christopher was at a sleepover party for a classmate’s birthday, and so Eddie had found himself on Buck’s doorstep, in need of his best friend, and Buck had been expecting him – Eddie had never been all that good at hiding when he was missing Christopher, and Buck knew Eddie struggled with sitting home alone when Christopher wasn’t there. (“It feels like there’s a limb missing,” Eddie had admitted once, and Buck has responded with a bone-crushing hug.)

Talking to Buck was one of Eddie’s favourite things to do. He didn’t even really care what they were talking about – he just liked to talk to Buck, liked to listen to him.

They’d cracked open a six-pack of beer, after dinner, and were two deep each, a cheesy Christmas film playing in the background. Eddie had been half paying attention to the movie, the rest of his focus on Buck, and the way he was rambling – about Christmas, firstly, and now about boys.

“Have you ever thought about it?” Buck nudged. “Dating a guy, I mean,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the TV screen. As it turns out, Eddie realised, the protagonists of the movie were a gay couple. It said a lot about the percentage of Eddie’s attention that was on Buck, rather than on Hallmark’s latest cheesy seasonal offering.

Eddie shrugged. “No,” he lied. “You?”

“I’ve slept a few,” Buck admitted, not offended by the look of shock on Eddie’s face. “I was twenty, when I left home, Eds – I tried a lot with my newfound freedom.”

Eddie swallowed the mouthful of beer that had been bitterly lingering in his mouth, as Buck spoke. “Do you – do you like guys as well, then?”

Buck hummed, for a second. “I do,” he confirmed. “I never really thought about a label,” he admitted. “But I guess you could say I’m bisexual. I’ve never dated a guy, though – but then again, I’ve never dated all that many people.”

Eddie nodded. “That’s cool,” he said, because his best friend in the entire world had just come out to him, so he had to respond, had to say something reassuring so Buck didn’t think Eddie was a homophobe, or something. Eddie was definitely not a homophobe – how could he be, when he sometimes (more often than he’d like to admit to) thought about Buck in a way that made his own stomach twist in excitement, wondering if their easy friendship could ever be more.

Buck settled back down on the couch, watching the movie intently for a second. “They’re best friends,” he said, the comment more of a statement.

“Yeah?” Eddie wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that.

“We’re best friends.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I don’t really know what you’re trying to say here, Buck.”

Buck twisted, in his seat, so he was looking more at Eddie, than at the screen. “It means you can tell me anything, Eddie! You really never thought about kissing a guy?” he prodded, and okay; Eddie wasn’t sure what to do here except admit the truth of it.

“I’ve wondered about it,” Eddie admitted, and he couldn’t quite believe he was admitting it out loud for the first time. It was the sort of thing he’d sort of assumed he’d just internalise forever and never act on.

Buck’s grin was sloppy, the beers they’d drank clearly making him feel open and easy-going – more than ever, that is. “Have you ever thought about kissing me?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “No, of course not.”

“Come on!” Buck prodded, relentless, because of course he was – Buck was never one to back down from a challenge, and clearly, Eddie’s unwillingness to be truthful about this was a challenge he was keen to overcome. “You’ve really never thought about it?”

Eddie kept his gaze fixed steadily on the television, the cheesy film they were watching slowly approaching its climax – it was snowing, on screen, and the two main characters were having what looked like an intense conversation. A love confession, maybe – even over the roaring rush in his ears, Eddie could catch snippets of the film. ‘You’re my best friend,’ one of the characters said, shaking their head. ‘I wish I was more,’ the other responded, and Eddie cursed whatever God had decided to play this specific movie, at this specific moment.

“Maybe once or twice,” he managed to admit, unable to tear his gaze away from the TV screen. Did these two get their happy ending, he wondered? They must do – the tried and tested formula of Hallmark movies was that the characters always got their happy ending, always ended up together, happy and in love. Eddie wished real life was like that, that reality followed the same format – a meet-cute, they fall in love, a few scenes of conflict, and happily ever after.

“Eddie,” Buck’s voice was soft. “Will you look at me?”

Eddie let out a shaky laugh. “I’d rather not.”

Before he could try and escape, there was a hand on his chin, and Buck was tugging Eddie’s face toward his own, an open, earnest smile on his best friend’s face. The movie was playing something cheesy, and Christmassy, the opening notes of a familiar Christmas song filling Buck’s living room. Eddie didn’t know what was happening on screen – not now, not when Buck was forcing Eddie to look at him, Buck’s feelings written all over his face in a way that should have terrified Eddie to his very core.

Buck smiled, softly. “I think about kissing you all the time, Eddie.”

[hereidinathoreauwrites]

Okay but, ALL of Luna Nova definitely thought that Akko and Diana were a thing. To everyone but them, the situation played out like this:

Diana announces she’s leaving, Akko gets very upset, Akko follows Diana home and two days later, brings her back (sharing a broom!) like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And clearly something has happened because Diana is suddenly just so freakin’ soft around Akko and Akko has stopped complaining about Diana. Lotte even comments on it. Diana starts looking for Akko, even dropping by her dorm room unannounced.

And then there’s Chariot who knew from the moment Akko left to bring Diana back that those two were going to either end up together or kill each other just like her and Croix.

When Akko is missing, Lotte and Sucy don’t go to a teacher for help, not even Professor Ursula who they know Akko is close to. They go to Diana. Because who would know where their little idiot is? Her girlfriend. And where do they eventually find Akko? With Diana, in the cafe, having a clearly very intimate conversation. Akko lets Diana hold the Shiny Rod and use it with her (if that ain’t a metaphor for being in a relationship, IDK what is). Diana immediately agrees with Akko’s solution to the Missile and Akko relies on her without question.

And then the entire campus watches Diana slap that ass these two hold hands and destroy the Noir Missile together.

LNN must’ve had a field day.

In conclusion, they were gay and everyone knew it (except them).

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. I am not taking questions at this time.

[rist-ix]

I finished The Girls!

If there ever is an animated reboot, I would love for the creators to keep their weird 2000s clothes. I want Stella's colorful paint accident of a wardrobe, Bloom's cropped sweater (just a whole lot of cropped shirts in general), and I DEFINITELY wanna see their funky lil explorer outfits again. On an unrelated note, I want Tecna to look Very Gay. Just. VERRRRRRY gay. For my soul.

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: their first transformation is iconic. I would change so little about it honestly. Remember how Bloom would fly Superman-style in s1, with one fist ahead? That’s the vibe of the ENTIRE transformation. S1 had this delightful mix of superhero team and magical girls, and it pretty much defined the show for me. I wouldn’t want their fairy form (especially their first one) to be TOO fairy like. They're new at that point, still getting the hang of everything, and it’s okay if they don’t look super femme and ethereal and all that. These are basically their training wheels! They gotta be able to roughhouse in them.

So the changes I WOULD make are relatively minor: Stella gets more silver accents to balance out the oranges, Flora gets a little tulle, as a treat. I noticed there's an over abundance of metal arms in the superhero genre, so Tecna gets a prosthetic leg to compensate and shiny microchip thingies to accentuate. Otherwise she keeps her silly little cat suit. I always hated how the later transformations forced her into the same type of outfits as the rest of the girls, because Tecna just is a little weird and should be allowed to look the part. SpaceSuitTecnaRights! She has an aesthetic and sticks to it!

I love Bloom's sport bra like top, because it just looks SPORTY and fun and practical. She's a down to earth kinda gal, she should keep the tomboyish vibes. I added the golden little chains to a) mirror Stella's color pallets because SOLARFLARE and b) give the illusion of those dragon belly scales. You know the wide ones, on the chest of dragons? Those fancy lil guys.

Layla 's original fairy outfit is honestly my favorite of the set, so I’m keeping it pretty much the same. I changed the wings a little and gave her a tiara, and I her armband maaaaay be a reference to Musa's color scheme, but otherwise? Not many differences. I love the silver rings and sashes. She looks so regal, while also looking like she's up for adventure!

Musa my little punk! I wanted her wings to look a little iridescent, like a CD, but it only worked so semi. She gets more reds and less purples, and silver spikes to drive home the rebel aesthetic. And, again, to have a little common ground with Layla.

I'm probably gonna change these a little as I go, but that’s about it for now. Tell me what you think!

[aria-greenhoodie]

No because actually I have to talk about how violently queer most of the new villagers’ vibes are Listen, hear me out. (/hj)

Let’s start with my favorite, the science rat. That is a Transfem that laughs in the face of concrete gender, she is too busy exploding shit in her lab to deal with transphobia. Also she is definitely on the aro/ace spectrum, and probably a lesbian. Look at that stance. Lesbian stance.

Then the robot. Have you ever seen a more obviously gender queer creature in your life. They are shiny and metallic, they are wearing a fucking Arcade Carpet lookin shirt that gay fucking ass look at them they either don’t know what gender is or are all the genders all the time you can’t say otherwise. They probably horde pronouns and Neopronouns like a fucking dragon does with gold, too.

THIS fucker. This fucker’s so gay. I can’t tell in which direction, but they are. Look at them. No straight or cis person has that energy. That is gay and trans energy. They probably know that people don’t know their gender too, and when people ask it’s Emeterio with “whatever is most irritating to you <3” sassy gay fuck come to my island

The fucking galaxy squirrel oh my gosh. That is a pansexual and probably Demi romantic or Demi sexual, maybe both. Also, Nonbinary. Possibly a Demigirl or Demiboy. Probably uses a shit ton of star and glitter related Neopronouns.

Quinn. Butch he/she lesbian. Butch he/she lesbian. Could kick your ass. Will kick your ass.

[spideysquake]

the infinite playlist - two: y/n makes a choice she’s probably gonna regret

 based on nick and norah’s infinite playlist by david levithan and rachel cohn

summary: y/n takes on a project she doesn’t have the patience for, stiles gets caught in a really awkward turf war of sorts, and lydia has decent taste in guys for someone with terrible taste in guys.

warnings: lots of cursing; fake dating au; lydia and stiles are not together, and lydia is not exactly the nicest all the time; stiles is angsty and chaotic but we love him anyway; y/n is a bitch, but she’s also a bad bitch so we forgive her

word count: 2.5k [give or take]

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It’s barely 11 o’clock and my hope for my night has already been completely destroyed – Liam is completely shitfaced, my hair is doing that shitty thing where it refuses to hold any sort of style but has no problem retaining every drop of sweat from the entire day, and the last good band of the night just finished their set. And yes, okay, I told Liam I wouldn’t drink tonight so that he could let loose after his really crappy week. But now that I’m here and the club is so loud and nobody seems to have any sort of spatial awareness, all I want is a fucking bikini martini.

I really didn’t think my night could get any more exhausting, and then the intriguingly attractive bassist from tonight’s only decent band asks me to be his fake girlfriend for the next five minutes. I’m tempted to say no, really – I mean, what kind of dumbass would agree to be a stranger’s fake girlfriend in a dark club when they’re supposed to be looking out for their drunk himbo best friend? But then I remember that this particular boy is in a band, and band boys usually come with band vans, and it would be a million times easier to get Liam home in a van than on the subway. So yeah, against my better judgement, I agree to be Bass Boy’s fake girlfriend.

And here’s the thing about Bass Boy – he’s not the worst possible way to spend an evening. He’s got this whole “I’m-definitely-cute-but-I-don’t-quite-know-it” vibe going on; he’s wearing this beat-up gray and red flannel and some dark wash jeans that prove that, while possibly fashionably inept, he’s not as gay as Matt from When I Say Jesus, You Say Christ thinks he is.

The girl he was staring at is beautiful, with shiny red hair and perfectly done makeup and even a stunning brunette Ken-doll type to go along with it all. And, like Bass Boy said, she’s headed directly for us, her boy toy in tow. But it’s not until she’s standing five feet in front of us, a bright and shiny smile plastered across her face that I recognize her. Just as I realize who Punk Princess Barbie is, Bass Boy turns to me with another ridiculous request.

“Please kiss me.”

“Excuse me, what?” I know I signed up to be this poor schmuck’s girlfriend or whatever, but that doesn’t really negate the fact that we just met, and now he’s asking me to tangle tongues with him in public.

“Please, she’s right there. Just kiss me for, like, the quickest second of your life.”

I roll my eyes, but I give in. I interlock my left hand with his right one, and with my other hand I pull his face down to meet mine. His lips are surprisingly soft, and he doesn’t taste like stale cigarettes and beer, which is a definite step up from the last guy I made out with.

We’ve been kissing for about five seconds when I remember something I once saw Liam’s on-again-off-again girlfriend do that he raved about incessantly for a week. I take my fingers and intertwine my nails with the short hairs at the nape of his neck, scratching them against the delicate skin under his buzzed hair for just a moment, just until I feel him shiver against my chest, which is pressed as close to his as I can possibly get it. And trust me when I say that I did not go into this expecting – or wanting – any sort of tongue action, but when he gently slips his tongue past my lips, I find myself having no problem with it whatsoever. I can taste the mint gum that he was probably chewing before the show, and I can tell that he uses chapstick more than most guys, which is, strangely, quite the turn on.

I’ve pretty much lost myself in the taste of his lips against mine when I hear a familiar but grating voice clear her throat from behind me, jarring the both of us enough to pull away from each other. I whip my head around and am faced with the queen bitch herself, clad in this gorgeous leather skirt that I’m drooling over just as much as I’m drooling over the boy in front of me. Lydia has her arms crossed over her fluffy pink sweater, because if anyone was going to turn a dingy club show into an opportunity for a fashion show, it was Lydia Martin. She kind of looks like if a feather boa and the personification of a leather boot had a fashion baby – if I wasn’t so repulsed by the thought of her acting like this was her scene, I might actually be impressed. Behind her stands the reject from American Idiot: The Musical, but she seems way more interested in my evening activities than her particular flavor of the week.

At the sight of her pursed lips and furrowed brow, I feel the need to sink into myself until I no longer exist in the space. But then I remember that this is my scene, and my usual Friday Night Spot, and my music taste that she’s infringing upon, not the other way around. So I intertwine my fingers with Bass Boy’s, and wrap his arm around my waist so that his hand is essentially resting on my stomach. I press myself into him a little bit, and I can’t help the surge of pride when I notice that she hears his breath hitch just as well as I can.

“Um… Hi, Lydia. What are you doing here?” I make sure to keep my voice clipped, so she knows just how excited I’m not.

“Oh, you know, Jordan and I just thought we’d hit the town and see what the LA riff-raff had in store for us tonight. What about you two? How do you, like, know Stiles?”

So Bass Boy’s name is Stiles. And Bass Boy knows Lydia. What a fucking turn of events.

“Oh you know, we just uh –” But before Bass Boy can get another word out, I do this thing I’ve seen Liam’s girls do a hundred times over when they wanna get possessive. I tuck myself under Bass Boy’s arm, wrap my right arm around his back and crawl my left hand up his chest until the tips of my fingers reach his sternum. I’ve just started stroking my thumb back and forth over the middle of his chest when I feel him shudder just a little under my touch.

“Oh, well I’m here because Stiles invited me to come watch his band play. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Stiles lets out a nervous chuckle and scratches at the shaggy hair at the crown of his head, kicking his foot into the ground and trying (admittedly, not very well) to hide the blush that’s taken over his face. But before he can get a word out, Lydia clears her throat harshly and flicks a strand of perfectly red hair over her shoulder. She’s trying not to pout, but I can see it in her eyes – I’ve poked the bear, for sure.

“Well, that’s cool or whatever. Jordan and I are gonna go grab a drink or something, maybe see who’s playing next.” And within ten seconds, she’s gripped onto her poor victim’s wrist and is dragging him towards the other side of the bar. There’s a part of me that feels bad for antagonizing her as bad as I did, but then there’s another part – a much bigger part – that is proud of myself for finally having the upper hand in a conversation with Lydia Fucking Martin.

I only have a moment to myself to bask in the gloriousness of this moment before Bass Boy yanks himself away from my arm and grabs my shoulders, jolting my attention towards him. At first, I think he’s going to lean in and kiss me again, because a victory such as that one deserves a celebration. But instead, he snaps his fingers in front of my face to get my attention, a desperate and somewhat terrified look on his face.

Liam likes to say that I’m the poster child for bitchiness; when he says this, I usually try to play it off like it doesn’t bother me. But now I’m pretty much convinced that my recent display of faux possessiveness has proven my undoubtable bitchiness to my fake boyfriend as he looks at me, dumbfounded. Here’s the thing, it wouldn’t be the first time my less-than-sunshiney attitude has driven away a man, but it would be the first time that a man leaves before I have the opportunity to be a bitch to him directly. But the words out of his mouth are not at all what I was expecting from the situation.

“How the hell do you know Lydia?”

Then the past three minutes come rushing back to me. Lydia called him Stiles. As in Stiles Stilinski, her Beacon Hills Boy. Stiles Stilinski, the boy who made her a mixtape for every one of their anniversaries, who wrote her a song when they graduated, who I may or may not have daydreamed about dating (even though I hadn’t seen his face). Stiles Stilinski, this Stiles Stilinski is the boy that made all of the girls in my freshman dorm envy the shit out of Lydia. We tried to get her to introduce him to us, bring him down for the weekend so we could all meet the boy who put Lloyd Dobler to shame. But of course, Lydia refused – she was hellbent on keeping Stiles as her little secret.

She used to talk about him all the time when Liam and I would go out to lunch with her. Is it a little bit sacrilegious that we’re kinda sorta friends with Lydia Martin? Maybe. But here’s the thing, Lydia can actually be a pretty tolerable person; plus, she has really great study tips that I definitely needed my first semester. We would go out for pizza and she would talk about the sweet but awkward boy from her hometown – the one who was nice enough, but just couldn’t let go of the past. She spent like three months talking about how she regretted going long-distance but she didn’t want to, like, crush his soul or anything. But I guess she got over that because this poor schmuck looks pretty soul-crushed to me.

I’m still trying to find a way to explain all of this to Stiles when I realize that I have absolutely no idea where the fuck Liam is. And that is just not how the night is supposed to go.

Without even really thinking about it, I use Stiles’s shoulder as a boost to stand up on one of the chairs near the bar. I guess I’m hoping that the new vantage point would help me find my best friend, who is definitely shitfaced. I can feel Stiles’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, but I’m way more focused on finding Liam and getting the hell out of this dank ass club than what Stiles is trying to say to me – as bitchy as that may sound.

I can hear the band playing some awful pop punk cover of Your Love is My Drug by Ke$ha when I spot Liam’s mop of messy brown hair across the dance floor. I jump down from the barstool I’m precariously perched on, and I take about three steps in his direction before Stiles’s grip on my wrist boomerangs me back into his personal space.

“Ok, I’m really not kidding right now. How the hell do you know Lydia?”

The lost puppy dog look in his eyes momentarily distracts me from my quest to rescue Liam, and I’m overcome with pity for this poor schmuck who’s obviously hurting. His eyes look devastated but his eyebrows look pissed as fuck, and it’s then when I realize that this boy has become the latest – and probably most heinous – in Lydia’s string of dates she’s dissed and dismissed for no reason other than she found something better. My heart bleeds for this poor angel of the alt-punk scene, and I’m suddenly reminded of this lyrics that Lydia showed me: she said it was the lamest thing any one of her boyfriends had ever given her, but honestly I thought it was so good it deserved to be hung in the MOMA or something – shredded binder paper canvas and all.

I’m starting to think I like The sound of you and this city The bells and the white search lights I think I’m ready now to answer them And in a dream, I hear your hum and noise and it sounds so free

I remember very distinctly complaining to Liam that afternoon about how stupid I thought Lydia was for hating those lyrics – how I would give limb upon organ upon limb to have someone write something that fucking soft for me. My pinky toe? Sure, take it – who needs balance anyway? A piece of my liver? It’s yours, I hate the taste of vodka anyway. My entire left arm? I type faster with my right one, so I won’t even miss it that much.

And now this boy – the boy with the potential for perfection and the impeccable ear for melody – is standing right in front of me, still obsessed with Lydia Martin. I would treat this boy to half off sushi rolls whenever he wanted and help him design the cover of albums that would be way too cool for the masses to understand, but instead, Lydia got to him first. So now this boy with perfection potential is doomed to be permanently obsessed with the girl with the pink pleather platform boots. Fucking typical.

And here’s the thing: I can’t even really blame him, because I was very lightly obsessed with Lydia Martin too, before I realized that she was human like the rest of us (and that she put YUNGBLUD on her pop punk essentials playlist). I mean, of course I was – she’s a redhead who can wear pink and she has no problem wearing six inch stilettos to a club where she’ll probably crush someone’s toes. But I have since released myself from the Cult of Lydia, a feat that Stiles has yet to accomplish, and I just don’t think I can be around that kind of energy tonight – not when Liam is already at his slutty drunk phase of the night.

So I lightly twist my wrist from out of his fingertips, and I reach my hand up to pat his cheek in an admittedly condescending way. I know that at this point, I could just walk away. I could say absolutely nothing and leave him to forget that this interaction, and more importantly that I, ever even happened. But I am nothing if not a chaotic bitch, so as I take a step back, I say one last thing.

I tell him, “It gets better eventually, I promise.” And I sink into the crowd, hopeful that my little nugget of wisdom does the trick.

a/n: happy new years’ eve !! she’s finally here ! chapter two ! thank you guys so much for your patience - i’m finally on a break from school so i’m going to try to write as much as possible. i’m really excited about this chapter, and about everything that’s to come for our faves. oh and also, the song that “stiles” wrote is called CVS by winnetka bowling league, in case anyone was curious. now please, tell me all your thoughts about the chapter here! and add yourself to the taglist here! until next time !!

xoxo, daisy

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[rudedolf]

a bunch of headcanons and thoughts and stuff about sing 2 especially about my dorks Nooshy Klaus Ryan and Johnny ALSO m'sorry but bad english below

so.. if the crew could stay in redshore city to perform... imagine this sweet gay family, Johnny and Ryan dating AND living together? and Nooshy living with them? (someone's awesome headcanon about her being homeless before check) like a street urchin, still dancing for money sometimes, but living mostly at the boys expense when money for performing runs out(and it DOES run out quickly, probably on ice cream or some junk food every day lol)

and smol Nooshy is being a big sis for this two huge dorks. also they all certainly are that stereotypical type of gay people who just can't sit normally, Nooshy is just hangin upside down on the couch most of the time

Klaus probably coming to visit from time to time to check "if you are still alive and breathing in this dirty, messy, dusty household of yours" usually bringing some good wine. their apartment is not THAT messy I mean.. yeah you have to balance between piles of clothes to get through the hallway AND WHAT IT STILL NOT THAT DIRTY

one time they accepted the invitation and went to Klaus' house and... they are definitely not going here again EVER. everything so clean and white and shiny and you're scared to hold a cup or to sit on the corner of the couch to not stain it somehow UGH that's just terrible how can this man live like that

though Nooshy just got a new opportunity to tease him about his love for luxury

but I think Klaus and Nooshy become real good friends, they keep fighting every time they see each other, nothing serious but it's hella fun to watch

for Johnny Klaus is just like Buster, his grumpy cranky but such a cool and hardworking uncle. I think he could even continue his choreography lessons as a sign of acceptance and respect. like damn I thought your violent coaching style and your frumpy choreography were trash! well I don't think so anymore! and Kickenklober of course is not torturing Johnny anymore, he pays more attention to him, helps him to learn the moves right and Johnny becomes pretty... decent! but he still likes breakdance way more

Ryan never was really close to Klaus, he was just his weird dance coach, so when the rehearsals ended they just haven't met or talk again, before Klaus started to come for a coffee sometimes. Ryan is still not that close to him as the others, but Klaus is certainly a good friend on whom the tiger can always rely

in conclusion, Nooshy, Ryan and Johnny are sharing two braincells and the whole one belongs to Ryan, thank you for your time