Credits to mattxiv on instagram for the original post.
This kills me that they think queer Palestinians don't already exist. Just because you don't hear about them doesn't mean they aren't here. They just have to hide.
Laws won't make us disappear. They will just force us to hide more. It's a dangerous way of thinking to believe that making our identities illegal will make us disappear. Because what stops them from making us illegal in the rest of the world then? They're already trying to erase us, if they now start to think they can make us cease to exist just with a bunch of laws, you can be sure that they will try as hard as they can.
Queers existed before straight bigots gave us the authorisation to exist. We didn't pop up when you made us legal. We fought for our rights. We rioted. We said "We're here, we're queer, get used to it" long before you graced us with the right to walk by your sides. We were here before. We'll be here forever. No matter what you do, no matter the laws. We've always existed and we'll always exist.
We're here. And we're queer.
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fully inspired by this post by @rooksunday. Fox can never have a calm day, can he?
Cody is already in the process of ripping his hair out when Fox runs in.
Quite literally runs. It is for the mere laws of physics that he hadn't gone through the door, though Cody thinks that it had been really close to happening anyway with how fast Fox barges in.
"Cody!" Fox yells. Very loudly, even though he is already at Cody's desk, almost going through it too. He slams his hands on the edge of the desk to stop himself, and he almost careens over the desk with the sudden stop. He manages to stop before it, but is now bent halfway over the desk, and is right at Cody's face. "Cody!"
"I heard you the first time", Cody says, grimacing at the volume. "What is it?"
Perhaps he should be worried. Fox looks like he is going to explode at any second, with his eyes wide and his breathing erratic. His new, nice clothes are very ruffled, most likely from running, and his fancy new cape is only partially clasped. It is not a state Cody has ever seen Fox. His meticulous, top-of-his-class brother, who always had even the seams of clothes in place.
"How did this happen?" Fox asks. "How?"
Alright, he should be worried. Fox is never cryptid. Always blunt and to the point, sometimes even too much, the little prick.
"How did what happen?" Cody asks. He is up from his chair now, and making it to the other side of the desk. "Fox, breathe a little."
Fox does breathe. He takes in a deep gulp of air, and looks at Cody like Cody is the one asking stupid and cryptid questions.
"The marriage!" Fox yells. "How did it happen?"
Now Cody is even more confused and concerned. Is there something wrong? The new Chancellor had seemed so nice, and Fox had been friendly with him until now. Had it all been a ruse? Had Cody, while being overwhelmed with everything, managed to get his little brother married to some kind of monster, who had only now revealed his true colours?
No, that would not stand. Cody needs to know exactly what's going on, right now.
"Fox", Cody grabs him by the shoulders. "What is going on? Are you alright?"
Fox doesn't look hurt, thank the gods, but he is still out of breath and looking at Cody with his eyes blown huge. Then again, they had all been trained to be able to sustain various injuries, so Cody would have to make sure-
Fox blinks, and then laughs, borderline hysterically.
"Am I alright?" He asks. "Am I alright? No! No, I am not! And I need you to answer my question! How did this happen? How did this whole disaster even go through?"
Cody tries not to be frustrated at not getting any answers out of Fox. He breathes in deep himself. He needs to stay calm, since Fox, for the first time ever, is not.
"I'm sorry", he says. "For putting you through it. I never should've. I-"
Fox grabs him by the shoulders as well, almost knocking Cody's hands away.
"Shut the hell up", he is suddenly snarling. "I don't care, I just need to know who authorised it."
"I did." Cody is...more confused about what is going on, now. "I'm sorry."
"Stop apologising", Fox says. "Who else? Who else was approving with this?"
"The Chancellor and the Queen of Alderaan", Cody answers. The Chancellor, of course, Cody had done his negotiations with the man, but he had heard that the Queen had to authorise the whole marriage as well. It had sounded logical, as the Chancellor had been the former Senator of Alderaan, and thus still representing the whole system as well-
Fox starts laughing again. He lets go off Cody and puts his head in his hands, which makes the laughing sound more like he is crying.
"Fox", Cody shakes him a little. "Fox'ika. What's wrong?"
"The Queen of Alderaan authorised the marriage between me and the Chancellor", Fox mumbles against his hands.
"Yes?" Cody is seriously starting to feel like he has missed something big.
"The Queen of Alderaan", Fox repeats, "authorised my marriage with Chancellor Organa of Alderaan."
"Yes." Cody needs to go to his files and look through them again-
"Her Majesty", Fox says, "Queen Breha Organa of Alderaan, authorised me to marry her husband."
Cody stares.
Fox lifts his head from his hands a bit to look at Cody.
"I need a drink", he says.
Cody nods. He needs a drink too.
He lets Fox sit on the comfier chair and takes up the other one for himself, after he has fetched a nice bottle of some bright red liquour from his cabinet. A gift, for the new leader of the Vode.
The label tells him it's Alderaanian liquour.
Cody pours Fox a full glass, and then hides the bottle.
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Kinda obsessed with the difference between Martin's perspective during the apocalypse and Jon’s.
It's the difference between "I know you might hate me right now" and "I love you, I always will, and I know you love me"
It's the difference between Jon not being able to trust anyone, not even himself, but never for a second doubting that Martin loves him and Martin never being sure Jon’s feelings for him won't change.
It's the difference between Jon not always being loved perfectly and Martin having never been loved before.
It's Jon spending the entire apocalypse telling every monster they come across that Martin is his boyfriend, have you met Martin, this is his boyfriend Martin, his anchor, his last tie to humanity, his reason to still be hoping for a better ending. It's Martin telling his Lonely-self that if it comes down to it he'll ask Jon to destroy him and not being sure whether Jon will say no.
Even the jealousy, which is slightly played for laughs, still comes down to Jon being like "aw my boyfriend's getting all possessive 🥰" whereas deep down Martin has never let go of the idea that under different circumstances Jon could do better.
They're more emotionally open with each other during the apocalypse than they are for the years leading up to it, and they still don't stop misunderstanding each other.
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