#but as a baby lesbian she honestly was very much okay with escaping the attention or at least a good swath of it

[bugpoasting]

also another facet of girl!beatles au that i personally find sososo fun is dirtbag lesbian probably sex addict george . so fun

#cheating constantly on her hot model gf and then wife is incredibly celesbian of her #ill get into it more when i have the time/energy/gumption to do a masterpost but long story short #george during the early years was kinda pigeonholed as the gawky/awkward ones (vs. john and paul who were kind of immediately thrust forwar #as The Attractive Ones (which like. has its own set of connotations and whatnot for them As Women ofc)) #but as a baby lesbian she honestly was very much okay with escaping the attention or at least a good swath of it #(unfortunately i am imagining their fans being much more of a split between male and female fans egads) #so comparatively she does kind of get to duck the brunt of that unwanted attention and gets to let her Guitaring speak for herself #hashtag quiet beatle. but post 67 she REALLY grows into her features/gets to start styling herself and glows the fuck up but specifically #in her Own style/very lesbianically if that makes sense (gets curtain bags) #and boom my favorite loser and her cocktail of her Own issues are born tee hee

[takerfoxx]

Okay, Gundam: The Witch from Mercury! As I said, got caught up, liked it a lot. Delivered pretty much what I expected: surprisingly enjoyable high school comedy/drama with giant robot fights and yuri that leads to the big moment where the show reminds everyone that Baby's First Gundam is still fucking Gundam, so enjoy the trauma!

I know a big part of the appeal was having a more accessible Gundam with, you know, lesbians, but honestly, while the school stuff wasn't exactly reinventing the wheel, everything was just so well done. Like, all the standard tropes were there, but there was obviously a lot of effort put into making them the best possible versions of those things. Like, I actually got invested in Suletta making friends and winning battles. The robot duels absolutely held my attention every time, and I actually was rooting for the hero to win. It's such a simple thing, but you'd be surprised how often I root for the rivals just to have something shaken up. But here, Suletta and her gang were just so danged likeable and her rivals were that perfect balance of infuriating and interesting that I did want them to lose, but I was also interested in what they did next. Like, give it up for Guel for having one of the most interesting character arcs. Also, kinda want to smack Shaddiq in his handsome face.

And what I also liked is that when something kind of started to bug me, kind of made me go, "Huh, is this really working?", suddenly it became the main focus and revealed itself to be a deliberate plot point all along.

Like, sure, Suletta and Miorine's engagement is a big selling point, but while I'm practically obligated by law to root for them, I started to notice a distinct lack of any real romantic chemistry. Like, Miorine did sort of make it clear from the beginning that their engagement is purely political in nature and would be called off the moment she could work out her escape, and until then she just needed someone good at robot piloting to hold off all those annoying suitors until then. So you can't say it was bait or anything. But even so, as the show went on, Suletta started crushing on Elan (or rather, his poor double), and Miorine continued to be dismissive and self-serving about, well, everything, I did start to wonder if Miorine even liked Suletta.

Fortunately, just as I was gearing up to make a post about that very disconnect, the show revealed that it's smarter than me and showed that that was the intention all along. Suletta had her heart broken by Miorine's dismissiveness of her, had her breakdown, and then she and Miorine had their big air-clearing fight and reconciliation that seemed to say that, yes, this is a couple that needs each other, they're just a little different and have a lot to learn about one another.

And honestly, I can't really blame either of them for that miscommunication. They just come from such completely different worlds (literally) and have completely different ways of looking at things. Miorine was raised in the world of cutthroat capitalism, where it's all about business deals and personal advantages, and all relationships are about what benefit they bring to the table. Marriage is a political partnership, romance is a silly thing for other people, and everything is a transaction. Suletta, however, is basically a country bumpkin raised by her (admittedly manipulative and vengeful) affectionate mother, but because of how sheltered she is, she's riddled with nerves and anxieties and just wants people to like her.

So to her, even though she didn't ask to become Miorine's groom, once she was in that position she resolved to be the best groom that she could, and probably made herself fall in love, because that's what one does for the person they're going to marry! She saw any request and responsibility as a token of trust, and her heart absolutely broken when Miorine hired those gardeners and casually told her to go ahead and date other people. It made her feel devalued, like she wasn't worth Miorine's consideration, whereas Miorine probably thought nothing of it. She had told Suletta from the beginning how things were, only asked her to look after her plants because she didn't have time to hire somebody else, and since Suletta was basically just standing as vanguards from other suitors, she ought to go ahead and date other people.

But I really liked how they handled that disconnect. We see how much Suletta is hurt, how it brings out the worst of her insecurities, and then the two basically confront one another and get everything out. I know Suletta serving up Miorine's order of extra ketchup will probably put a damper on things, but I do hope they can work past it, because I live for these sorts of relationships.

Ah, what am I saying? It's Gundam. We all better prepare for pain.

Speaking of which, I'm calling it now! Suletta is most definitely NOT Eri, Eri got Yui Ikari'ed into Aerial, and Suletta is likely a clone of her. It lines up with how she refers to Aerial as her sister, how Lady Prospera calls them both her daughters, how she speaks to it while piloting, and the fact that the timeline does not line up otherwise. And her "If you move forward" motto is a conditioning phrase instrumental in her brainwashing. She's a weapon.

Yeah, I know this ain't exactly new ground and people have been saying it before I started the show, but I just wanted to throw it out there.

Though can I just say one thing? I know Lady Prospera is all manipulative and using Suletta in a rather cruel way for the sake of her revenge, but she's kind of a baddie. As if in, she a MILF. As if in, Suletta's mom has got it going on.

Would.

#gundam #the witch from mercury #g witch #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #lady prospera #sulemio #gundam spoilers

[summercurial]

Okay, so you know how people say that Mulan was Disney's first transmasc-rep movie, and Frozen was Disney's first lesbian-rep movie? In this same sense, Wreck-It Ralph was Disney's first ddlg-rep movie. I could end the ask here and let your mind do the rest of the work, but I will explain further.

Age is fundamentally a performance for characters in Wreck-It Ralph. They may be designed to appear some age, but nothing about the chronological passage of time changes this age. Vanellope is clearly intended as a depiction of a child, but by the same standard that, for example, Ralph is clearly intended as a depiction of a bad guy. These are identities the characters can escape or lean into. Consider, for a particularly blunt example from an oft-compared movie, Baby Herman from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Vanellope is in roughly the same situation, although the movie doesn't draw so much attention to it, and is content to leave us thinking of her as an actual child. But her game was created about fifteen years before the start of the story, and we can safely assume that Vanellope has been a depiction of a child of the same age for that entire time. It's a role that she's happy to play into, either for her own ends (to elicit sympathy from strangers) or simply because she finds it comforting.

Note two further minor details about Vanellope. One, Disney would usually get a child actor to voice such a major child role; the use of Sarah Silverman, who was 42 when the movie was released, is unusual and telling. Two, given all that anime discourse, it's amusing that Vanellope and her entire world are canonically a Japanese product; she could be considered Disney's take on the oft-mocked nine-thousand-year-old-loli trope.

Vanellope's relationship with Ralph exists in a fascinating ambiguity between parental and romantic. (Among the sequel's many sins, it collapses this ambiguity to the most boring possible compromise, modeling the two as platonic friends.) Some have commented on the film's use of the very sexual Rihanna song "Shut Up And Drive" in connection with the ship; they usually register this as a mistake on the filmmakers' part, but I don't. The filmmakers commissioned a new song to play over the film's credits, Owl City's When Can I See You Again, which is unmistakably meant to be about the Vanellope/Ralph ship and, while much more innocent, is still quietly about romance in the way that a typical pop song is. More to the point, though... looking at the actual contents of the film, the animation, the story, the arc, it plays out like a romantic plot, just with heavy parental overtones. I think there are moments where Vanellope is very obviously expressing attraction to Ralph, people would just prefer not to acknowledge it and remain in denial of it because it's uncomfortable for them.

But, like... those AESTHETICS, look at how saccharine and cutesy Sugar Rush is, those silhouettes, Ralph is sooooo big, and she's soooooooo little, aaaaaaaaa, I ship it I ship it I ship it [cough cough cough clears throat] but also I think this is all very interesting on a more academic interpretive level.

okay this take is i guess a little cursed but i was expecting MUCH worse. this is like, pretty tame. anyway, i guess, but like. i saw wreck it ralph and it didnt seem very romantic or parental to me? they were just like. friends, yknow, from two different worlds. it was a "friends from two different worlds" story. i mean you certainly COULD read it that way but i dont think it really plays into the themes? like it isnt a story *about* childhood iirc? i guess its about being deviant, so you could model that part as ddlg? but honestly ddlg isnt THAT deviant, soft-ddlg is basically our entire sex culture, masculinity is associated with age and femininity with youth. it IS sort of interesting that shes playing at being a child tho, thats sort of weird. if anything the stronger reading is like, lesbian/gay friendship imo.

think you might be projecting buddy

[cathyparrlyn]

We’re all just mirror shards

_________________________________________________________

Hey everyone! It’s No One here, or perhaps you now know (if you have read a certain lovely, beautiful, baby tief’s post) that my name is Maddy. It’s great to finally post this next part, first update of 2020! Woo!....

Yeah, I know, it’s been a while. I’m sorry for that, but not only am I working on future chapters and a special writing project (some of you might have already heard about it, oops-), but like, school. Ugh. But don’t worry, I have plenty of content to give you guys, so I shouldn’t fall too behind with my updating schedule!

I want to shoutout two people today. First off, one of my writing friends, @justonemoretheatrekid who is super sweet and has helped me with my bi panic, so thanks friendo! I enjoyed chatting with you! :3

I also want to give a special thanks to another one of my writing friends, @toomanyfamdom for not only helping me edit this sucker (legit the only reason I was able to post today. Bless her soul for putting up with my comma crazy piece.), but also for being the sweetest and best baby in the world. She makes me a proud mama. :3 love you baby! And thank you for not joining in on the “(censored name) for the pole” chant. I know how much you like to troll me tho, so I guess will see what happens next time. Lol. <3

Also, good news and bad news! 

Good news! This chapter has the “read more” option! Bad News! It cost me all the pretty and colorful fonts. ;-; Also, it won’t let me edit my draft from my iPad now as I did the function on the computer. So like... I can’t fix it. :(

So now I have a dilemma. Which should I use, the read more function or the colorful and pretty fonts? Please reply down below if you have a preference. Anyways, enough with my long ass author note!

Without further interruption, the chapter! Woo!

Word count: about 2,212 words.

Warnings: Cursing, bullying. (Also, Anne being a useless lesbian gremlin and Cathy being a bi disaster. OWO UWU)

Enjoy~

————————————————————————————————

Part 11

Annie Boleyn

————————————————————————————————

…………………………………......Recap………………………………………

“Sorry about that, I’m just so fucking tired of bullshit,” Anne muttered, snapping Cathy out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

……………………………………………………………………………………………

Cathy was a dumbass. She had to be. How else could she have fucked up so badly with her words? They were her thing! But with Anne, all she could muster up to say was ‘huh?’ Huh! Ugh, she just can’t with herself right now.

What’s worse, this is serious. Anne looks like she needs someone to talk to, Cathy can be that person, but not if she’s a disaster.

Parr wants to be there for Anne. She craves to develop their relationship, for them to get closer. To be able to share inside jokes and small smiles with each other. To have long conversations and calling each other late at night just to rant because they know the other will listen. For the comfort of knowing that she does, in fact, matter to Anne.

Right now she felt farther away from her goal than ever. Looking up, she saw an indescribable look on Anne’s face, the only thing she could note was the fear in Boleyn’s eyes as she held herself. An uneasy feeling washed over Anne as she realized she might have said too much around Cathy. She was nervous. Cathy couldn’t believe it. Anne was scared of her own opinion, and that worried Parr. Boleyn was speechless, not knowing how to respond. It was painful to see this side of her. Yet Cathy couldn’t help but stare. This new side drew her in, and Parr couldn’t stop herself from questioning more and more about who Anne really was. And what could have possibly happened to the Boleyn girl to make her feel so mortified that she couldn’t even express her own feelings.

Now Cathy was scared. She couldn’t just stand there and wait Anne recover on her own. No, Catherine wants to help her, she needs to help Anne.

So with a deep breath, Cathy had made her decision to keep moving forward with the conversation. She refused to make Anne start things, this time she’ll make the first move. For Anne’s sake.

“Hey, are you alright? I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.”

“No, no. It’s stupid, just, please. Forget about it.”

Cathy felt as if she was stabbed in the heart after hearing that statement. Anne was amazing, smart, talented, and said some of the most interesting things Cathy has ever heard. And here she is now, saying that her feelings are stupid.

Cathy doesn’t know who made her feel like this, but they are going to pay for it. Yet, that is for another time, right now Cathy has to focus on comforting the Boleyn girl.

“Hey Anne, we’re friends right?”

“Well, yeah, I would like to think so.” Anne tentatively mumbled. She expressed a blatant insecurity that Parr would reject the idea. But why?

Parr wanted to further analyze this side of Anne and try to figure out what might have happened to her, but she couldn’t. Not right now, when Anne needed a friend. No, especially now since Anne needed a friend, someone to be there for her, to reassure her things were okay. That is what Parr needed to be right now. Her friend.

Cathy smiled, bumping their shoulders together. Hence, grabbing Anne’s attention as Parr stared at her with a look that Anne wasn’t used to seeing: patience and love. With a gentle squeeze reminding Anne of their connected hands, Cathy let the Boleyn girl bask in the show of affection. Anne deserves to enjoy this moment, to feel comfortable with her own thoughts. What’s more, she deserves to have someone to listen to her. Cathy can very well be that person. All Catherine had to do was prove that she would and could be there for her. So she spoke up, determined to help Anne no matter what it takes.

“Then there you go. Your opinion matters to me, Anne. As your friend, I don’t think this is stupid. Not one bit. So please, don’t feel afraid to talk to me. You have a wonderful voice, and I truly think it should be shared with the world.”

Cathy observed as Anne stared at her in shock. A blush formed on Parr’s cheeks as she noticed a sudden change in the Boleyn girl. Tension had quickly left Anne’s face and was now replaced by a small, soft, genuine, and breathtaking smile. Really, Cathy could go on about the beauty of Anne’s smile, but she was rather focused on something else. It was way more important than her feelings. Gratitude, that’s what Anne’s expression conveyed instead of the fearful look she wore mere seconds ago. Anne gently squeezed Cathy’s hand back, returning the affection as she pulled Cathy in so they could be in closer proximity. The action cause both girls heart to race as they were lost in the moment, staring at each other in a comfortable, knowing silence. Both were thinking the same thing.

She does see me.

Finally after taking a few deep breaths, Anne was the first one to break the silence.

“Thank you, that… that really means a lot Cathy.”

“Of course Anne. Do you, um... Do you want to talk about it?” Cathy gingerly asked.

Anne looked down as she contemplated what to do. After a few seconds of thinking it over, she slowly nodded her head.

“Alright, I’m here to listen whenever you ready.” Parr, acknowledging that she was looking down, squeezed Anne’s hand again. Cathy hopes it would reassure Boleyn that Parr planned on being there for her. Seeing that Anne had mustered up the courage to look up at Catherine and start her explanation, Cathy thinks it’s safe to say that it worked.

"Ok, so, our generation is stupid, right?” Anne started off.

“100% agree, continue please.”

“It’s just, no one cares about others' stories. Make believe or real, every story matters. Yet we cast them aside and hold an egocentric viewpoint that mentally and physically tears others down. And I’m so fucking sick of it!”

“Of the kids in the halls?” Cathy hesitantly asked.

“Of basically everyone! They all piss me off! Like, no one even understands why I read, the majority of those people don’t even think I can read! I’m nearly eighteen, for Christ's sake! How would I be in an advanced English class if I couldn’t read?”

“I don’t know, kids are stupid.”

“I know, but… you’re the first person to understand this and believe me…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Anna won't shut up about how I can't do math, Kitty doesn't like poetry and always whines about me speaking ‘gibberish’ when I rant about it, and the rest of the school thinks I text shit like, 'dat waz fun' smiley face, winky face, kissy cat." Anne rolled her eyes. "It's just..." she pursed her lips, then looked at Cathy and gave her a small smile. "It hurts after a while, y’know. So it's extremely refreshing to finally talk to someone who appreciates writing."

"I totally get that." Cathy nodded.

"Really?" Anne stared at her as if she had two heads.

"Yeah... actually, at my last school, I was teased for reading so much," Cathy elaborated honestly. She doesn't know why, but she felt a need to tell Anne this. It was as if that Boleyn girl elicited a strong desire for Parr to talk about herself. She wanted to know all about Anne, and for Anne to know all about her.

Even if it was about her embarrassing loser past. It's not like she can escape it, only accept it and move forward.

"What the hell is wrong with this generation? That's stupid!" Anne groaned.

Well, at least Anne agreed with her about the matter.

"They called me novel nerd," Cathy bluntly stated.

"... Fucking Alliteration." Anne said after muttering what Cathy assumed was French swear words. She then pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah." Cathy bitterly laughed.

"Want me to fight them for you?" Anne offered, holding her fist up and pretending to punch the air to show she was being serious.

"No, but thanks... it's just like you said earlier, it's nice just to be comfortable enough to talk about these things with someone and know that they respect it." Cathy smiled at her.

Anne lifted Catherine's hand up a bit and gently stroked it.

"Cath, I got you." The gentle action caused Cathy to blush. Anne then looked up with a spark of mischief. "Let's run away to live in a library."

Cathy couldn't help but let out an unlady-like snort. A bit embarrassing, yes. But luckily for Catherine, Anne adored it. She couldn't stop herself from adoring it even if she tried.

"Sounds like heaven." Parr grinned, finally managing to calm her laughter.

They both stared at each other for a few seconds in silence, but after those few seconds of silence, they burst into a laughing fit.

Catherine then looked up at Anne. Something caught her attention about her suggestion. The way she referred to something, or rather, herself.

"Cath, Huh?" She raised an eyebrow, looking Anne over in a teasing manner.

It's time for some playful payback.

She noticed how Anne flinched, and for a quick second, looked embarrassed, but it quickly washed away and was replaced by her usual confident expression.

"Oh, yeah. I just think it's cute and, um, it suits you. Is it alright if I call you that?" Anne asked.

Cathy couldn't stop the dorky smile that was spread across her face. Just hearing Anne give her a nickname just like how she had given one to Katherine, warmed Cathy up inside. She was growing closer to Anne each second and her interest for the girl continued to grow.

"Sure, but only if I get to call you nicknames too!" She agreed.

"Go for it, you got two slots."

Catherine pondered for a second. What should she call her?

Catherine couldn't help but giggle at the first thought to come to mind.

"Okay, first one has to be gremlin."

Anne's smile dropped and her eyebrows furrowed.

"You know what Cath? Fuck you." She huffed, a small pout was plastered on her face. Ergo, causing Cathy to burst into a giggling fit.

After a few seconds of giggling and admiring Anne's pouty face, Cathy managed to calm down.

"Okay, um... Next is.... hm."

It took Cathy a few seconds as she looked Anne up and down. She didn't actually need to check the girl out, she just wanted an excuse too.

The action, however, had caused Anne to blush.

Then it hit Cathy. Her lips quirked up at the idea for what to call the Boleyn girl. Sure, it was simple, but so was Cathy. So it’s fine. No, Parr will do one better.

It was perfect.

"Annie," Catherine said, squeezing Anne's hand and beaming at her with a warm smile.

Anne's happy expression fell after hearing that. Cathy noticed the change in expression.

"Um, is everything alright?" She asked.

"H-huh? Oh, um, yeah. It's swell." Anne nervously looked away.

Cathy stared at her worried, but Anne refused to show any sign of pain. Instead, she just gave Cathy a fake smile and avoided eye contact.

There it is again. The change in expression, the change in tone, the change in the atmosphere around her. All of these changes thickened the air and added to the mystery of Anne Boleyn.

Who was she?

Just a second ago, she was all bubbly. But with just a single name, she instantly became a timid sheep. She wore nervous, wide eyes that were surveilling the surroundings as if she was watching out for a predator, fearing for her life. However, the only other person there was Cathy.

She did that. She did this to Anne Boleyn. She doesn't know how, nor why, but she did it. An god, did it feel awful.

Cathy could only do what she thought was right at the time, to check on the girl.

With a gentle squeeze initiated by Cathy, Anne's eyes slowly looked up. Her breathing was a little heavy and her face was a calm, serious. Cathy's anxiety grew with each lurid second passing. Finally, after making it all the way up the excruciating trail, Anne's eyes met Cathy's.

For a brief second Cathy swore she saw the corner of Anne's eyes filling up with tears, and her skin was slightly paler than usual.

But it disappeared in seconds as she hastily swapped her expressions, as if she was trying to hide something. She... she was trying to hide herself.

Anne had put back on her mask, yet it was too late.

Her perfect image had already broke in front of Cathy, not that she planned on telling Anne that.

So with a heavy sigh, Cathy acknowledge that she needed to do something.

"Anne I-"

"Stop it. There's no need for that." Anne interrupted her in a cold tone, yet she still had a "smile" plastered on her face.

"Huh?" Cathy looked at her confused.

"Really Cath, I'm fine." She muttered loud enough for Cathy to hear her.

Cathy knew that wasn't the case. It most certainly wasn't the case at all. Cathy wanted to convey to Anne that she knew this, and that she wanted to help her. She wanted to stop right there, tell Anne it's okay not to be okay, perhaps even give her a hug.

But she didn't know Anne. They weren't close. Anne said it herself, they just met recently. And although Cathy was connecting with her, Anne might not be as into it. She doesn't know. Boleyn is still a mystery to her, one she has yet to uncover.

So how could she break through Anne's mask? She didn't have the right because she doesn't know her. At least, she doesn't know her yet.

"Okay. If you say so...." she reluctantly dropped the subject.

Mark Cathy's words, she'll read Anne's backstory one day. Cathy might cry, she might laugh, hell, she might not know what to think. But she knows that she'll be there for Anne when the time comes.

Until that day comes, this is all she could do for now.

—————————————————————————

Tag list: @sarahzarahh @annabanana2401 @lesbabe6 @aveasorae @qnneboleyn @whenallthestarscollide @its-totes-gods-will @canadianharrypotter @epitomeofchaoss @obliviousasheck @heeleys4feeleys @liliocelotepremium @six-is-awesome @thatbolxyngirl @toomanyfamdom @the-queen-bee-is-here @a-slightly-cracked-egg @thatonedisaster-gay @aywdaimie @thegaywhokindalikesmusicals @everything-insanity @babeebobo @one-time-i-jumped-off-a-cliff @wicked-books-101 @33o9 @agustjnk @i-really-dont-use-this-anymore Please reply if you wish to join the tag list or if your username changes so I can update the list :D

#parrlyn #parrleyn #anne boleyn #catherine parr #katherine howard #anna of cleves #jane seymour #catherine of aragon #six the musical #wajms #cathy is a bi disaster #Anne is a useless gremlin lesbian #I Just can't anymore #these two are the center of my UWUniverse #sad bi hours #Its going to get angsty soon

[a-stitch-in-time-and-space]

Queers in Space (DS9 Edition) Part 1 (Seasons 1-midway season 5)

Continuation to Queers in Space (TNG)

Benjamin Sisko: Similar to Picard's Captain-Gender, Sisko is Dad (some characters, like Julian, might occasionally look at him and think Daddy, mainly when he's being Righteous). He’s very caught up in caring about everything and is just happy he’s got such a large family (although he wishes there were more babies he could dote on). What he otherwise really loves is getting pegged by beautiful women.

Kasidy Yates: Speaking of women who peg...  She uses she/her pronouns and “woman” but her relationship to gender is like... not relevant. Not needed. Whatever. Call me whatever and I'll respond to it. And she's pan. She's been in space for long enough to have realised that attraction is attraction. Chaotic bench, I love her.

Jake Sisko: he's a burgeoning bisexual, Byron is his literary inspiration and he's the only man on DS9 who's pretty consistently half-well-dressed (you cannot change my mind about this). He and Nog have tested kissing. Mayhaps they may try out more in future.

Kira Nerys: Her lesbianism was so powerful that she was barely allowed to interact with other women (mirror!Kira may have been a bad bisexual trope, but she was also far closer to the truth). Not just a lesbian, but stompin' about in her butch boots and padded shoulders for the first half of the series, damn! All those guys she keeps dating are her beards.

Jadzia Dax: Omnisexual, poly, genderqueer babe - the poly part is why I cannot fully ship her with Worf, even though I love that she’s with a partner she can spar with (in ahem multiple ways). The whole point of trill is to experience life to the fullest and Jadzia takes that brief very seriously (that is canon!). At heart she's also very romantic. The fact that she and Nerys don't seem to have any storylines together is homophobia.

Julian Bashir: Trans, queer, dork. He canonically comes aboard knowing nothing about himself or the universe, he's just here to learn and have a good time and be an idealistic hero and accidentally fall in love with both his best friend and a lizard spyman and we're here cheering that wonderful foot-fetishist on like proud parents (Benjamin has literally sat him down to give him his blessing, but also express his confusion about his tastes).

Elim Garak: Blessed by the mouth of Andy Robinson himself, omnisexual and into Julian and down to clown and generally just a chaotic energy of fun and murder and sex, in whatever order. I read a thing about Cardassians choosing gender through specific make-up and the blue mark on the forehead, and they're all intersex and honestly Yes This! Garak opted out. He dresses like the genderqueer slut icon he is.

Miles O'Brien: I could go 50 different places with him. At first I wrote him off as a straight cis guy, but then as DS9 went on I became less sure... for one, there's Julian and the poly marriage with Keiko and Nerys. For two... it'd be fun if he were gendershrug. “I'm an engineer, I haven't got time to think about that” - does this open up the possibility that in the future all humans choose their own gender? I mean, the federation is supposed to be a form of minor utopia, so yes, and Miles just never got around to it and never will.

Keiko O'Brien: My poly, pan queen. I didn't see her and Nerys coming at aaaall and may I just say I am thrilled. It's what she deserves. She has two hands and a large heart (and a large bed too). She's a lady, but by now I've entirely decided that cis just doesn't exist at that point in the future. Gender is A Choice and she liked the sound of woman and like with everything else she liked the sound of, she grabbed it with both hands and went “mine” (she did that with Miles and Nerys as well).

Worf (Part 2): Ds9 is when Worf got more interesting to me. He was fine on TNG, but here, my word. Both the worst and the best. Okay, yes, he's very monogamous, I will relent. But also he's got a much bigger bi energy going for him, which I celebrate. On that note, if Garak isn't his type, what kinda person is? I'm assuming he's just not into Cardassians as a rule, because of their culture-biases. He likes a partner who'll punch him in the face before propositioning with all their cards on the table. What he needs is to get pegged.

Odo: Ace and aro. He’s full of love. In order to mimic “solids” he tries to make sense of his emotions from their perspectives and so comes to the conclusion that he definitely isn’t allowed to love Quark and definitely ought to be in romantic love with Nerys, but once he understands himself better, he doesn’t feel such a need to limit himself. He has unlimited hands you guys!!!! (sometimes he has no hands, but that doesn’t limit him either). He’s tried out various body shapes, and he likes the sound of “man.” He can’t place his finger on why, and honestly he doesn’t have to. It’s his identity. Hope he realises how loved he is.

Quark: He thought he was your average straight man on the station, but ds9 has a way of bringing out your true colours and it turns out he’s in love with an occasional bucket of goo. He expresses this by snarking at aforementioned goo-man. This isn’t even me, this is just... canon facts. Ferengi have strong binary genders. Quark is a man, but he’s later not-so-secretly sympathetic towards people who veer away from binary gender, such as...

Rom: Is “not having the lobes for business” code for being trans-femme? Kinda feeling it is. In a way it’s harder to be trans-masc, simply because afab people in Ferengi culture have a much harder time escaping the home planet in order to explore themselves, and Rom will eventually launch a campaign for equality for trans Ferengi (what is “trans” in Ferengi?) Also he’s more ace than he realises. He has urges (that one episode... definitely proved that), but they’re not directed at anyone. He likes being loved. Surprisingly sex doesn’t play as big a role in that as he might’ve thought it would.

Nog: "Doesn’t have the lobes for business” but is kinda chill about gender. Probably due to having grown up amongst other humanoids. Especially come starfleet academy he fully embraces gender and sexuality definitions as being “eh” to him. It’s not his interest, so he doesn’t define it. That being said, he’s also somewhere along the bi/pan spectrum.

Leeta: Pan-ace. She likes a certain amount of attention, and she has strong sensual attraction and she doesn’t mind sex, but as long as she’s loving and loved, she’s happy. After dumping Julian (like they both deserve), she gets a bunch of sugar-parents, who pay her school for her. It’s like hunger games out there, with how every one of them tries to impress her the most. She likes the attention and she loves studying, she can do it all. Be a bombshell and a smart cookie.

Gul Dukat: His gender and sexuality are “idiot clown-man.”

#ds9 #benjamin sisko #kira nerys #julian bashir #jadzia dax #elim garak #jake sisko #kasidy yates #miles o'brien #keiko o'brien #quark #odo #nog #gul dukat #worf #I haven't watched all of it but I couldn't wait #writing

[grimecrow]

Sometimes Those Who SHOULD Be Your Greatest Allies Won’t Be But...

I’m writing this for all those LGBTQ people still hiding who they are, especially to the younger ones. Sharing my experiences with you may honestly make you more fearful of things at first but please read till the end.  So, I knew I was gay when I was ten. I didn’t know what gay was, I honestly didn’t consciously understand much if anything at all about sexuality I just knew I really liked how pretty some guys in my comics (and my class) were and never felt that way about girls.  I never acted on it, I never told anyone, I was ten it’s not like dating was a really big priority or anything. My parents were split by this time and my bigoted father must have suspected something was up when I turned down buying the new Marvel swimsuit issue thing.  He sat me down shortly there after told me the truth about my mother, she was a lesbian. He then proceeded to tell me about how homosexuality was unnatural, and it was so unnatural that nature had made a disease that will rot those nasty homos from the inside out just because they were homos and it was THAT wrong. We had just entered the 90′s at this point but my father was extra bigoted towards homosexuals because my mother had married him to be able to have a baby and live off his money. Leaving him for a fling, in such a way that everyone at his work and stuff knew.  Well needless to say I hated myself and was afraid of myself, not that I could talk to anyone about it. Not even my mother because anytime I asked about how you knew if you were gay she’d get mad and tell me I wasn’t. Weird right? A lesbian who had known since she was young that she was homosexual being so aggressive at her kid for wanting to talk about the idea of homosexuality in general? Especially given how her family had reacted to her. Her mother abused her, and sent her to an institute that touts it’s self as such a fucking ally to the LGBTQ community yet never acknowledges that they ever did anything wrong; hiding behind the fact that they were ‘just using the science of the time’. That back when my mom was a teenager being various forms of water based tortures, sleep deprivation and applied violent electricity based deterrents. Her brother helped inflict horrible things on her with his friends in an attempt to ‘fix her’.  Anyhow in the later half of the 90s, in grade 9 I was gay bashed for the first time, I hadn’t come out but people suspected and I never did anything to prove those suspicions wrong. Despite it happening on the grounds of a school and parents even encouraging their kids to join in with video evidence the cops assumed that cause it had been labelled a gay bashing I was gay and had set it up to happen for attention. ACAB, even in Canada as the department’s views on the LGBTQ community hasn’t changed no matter how much they wanna march in the parade to pretend it has all these years later. My mother was furious and though I thought I had been outed by the incident she had double downed on my straightness and this was just a horrible case of bullying. In grade 10 two of my mother’s friends convinced me that despite my fear that my mother would be supportive of her gay son. How could she not be? And it made sense when they said it out loud. So I officially came out to my mother and...she kicked me out onto the street going on about how I was fucking up her life. I was supposed to have a girl friend she could jokingly flirt with (gross) and all of that.  Well I was now homeless, with no family, a part of my mother winning custody of me the last time I was swapped was that I couldn’t go back to my dad. Which honestly was for the best as he and his wife thought an acceptable reaction to a nine year old using pins instead of sticky-tack to put up a poster was to throw them down the stairs. So...given that and my father’s history of aggressive homophobia it’s not like he would have been an option even if I could have gone back to him. 

I thought I was screwed, that was it my life was over. All my mother’s extended family that was alive was super homophobic and hated my mother cause by this point she had conned them all out of cash. 

But those two friends of my mother who had convinced me to finally come out to her without me asking gave me a couch to sleep on. They not only gave me a couch but made sure my clothes were clean and I was fed for the next short bit. They also went pretty hard at my mother, going so far as to tell the rest of the community my mother was a part of what had happened and the community came down on my mom for throwing the poor little gay out of the house just for being the way she herself was.  My mom came up with the excuse that she had kicked me out on the street in hopes of scaring me straight. After all; she knows all the terrible things an LGBTQ kid at that time would have to face so she wanted to protect me from them by...throwing me out. This didn’t make sense to anyone but my mom told me I could come home and her friends would check in with him pretty regularly for a while after that to make sure things were okay, and that I was as okay as I could be. As you probably have come to the conclusion to yourself, the excuse she gave to her friends and the community makes absolutely no sense. Years later the truth of the matter would be realized. My mother is a user, an exploiter and once I had aged enough I had two purposes left to fulfill. One being to take care of her and be her retirement plan when she grew old enough, and two the more important one give her grandchildren. Once I couldn’t give her grandchildren my overall use was over and in her anger she threw me out; as all I was at that point was just a drain on resources. She could always either scam or bet her way to another retirement plan after all.  I know I got really, really lucky. Not everyone has a community that will stand up for them like that when things get to their worse or at least it will seem to be that way. I know this all sounds really scary too. I know the fears of coming out, even when there is a potential safety net or everything in the world dictates that you will have obvious allies. I know what it is like to live in a house of violent abusers who are very active in their hatred all the while you’re secretly ‘the enemy’. (Hey I was first suicidal at the age of 12 cause it seemed to be the only escape.) The reason I am even writing all of this is to tell you. Sometimes those who SHOULD be your greatest allies won’t be but...there will be allies if you keep looking, keep trying, and keep living.  Stay safe.

#coming out #lgbt discourse #lgbtq #lgbtq youth #homophobia #transgender #trans rights

[shiningtorrance-moved]

Alright let’s go through my thoughts on Doctor Sleep and what I will and won’t be including in my portrayal of Dan Part 1. (there will be spoilers for The Shining and Doctor Sleep so if you want to avoid spoilers just don’t read this)

Thoughts on the movie

-First and foremost, I’m going to save my thoughts on Dan and Dan-related things for part 2, where I’ll talk about how this affects my writing of him. Don’t think I’m ignoring him.

-DO NOT LET THIS BECOME SUCH A BOX OFFICE FLOP PLEASE GUYS IT’S BARELY BEEN OUT TWO WEEKS WE CAN’T LET THIS FLOP IT DESERVES BETTER

-When I saw Rose in the trailers and thought she’d be hot and powerful I WAS NOT PREPARED for her in the movie. Rebecca Ferguson is fabulous and give so much energy and charisma in her scenes and is drop-dead gorgeous while doing it

-Kyliegh Curran is a great Abra and can hold her own against the adult actors despite being so young, and her scenes with Rose are great because both actresses are bringing it and working off of each other and having a whole lot of fun doing it

-when I saw it with a friend there were nine of us total in the theater. That’s mostly because we saw it on a Tuesday afternoon, and it was actually nice because we reacted to things a lot more openly. That being said, DO NOT LET THIS FLOP GUYS GO SEE IT PLEASE

-Emily Alyn Lind is great, and if you’re worried about the sex scene between Rose and Andi happening, it isn’t. Andi’s fifteen in this, and the closest they get to anything in that vein is Andi telling Rose she’s the most beautiful woman she’s seen, and when Rose gives her steam their faces are close to each other. To be fair, whenever someone takes steam they act the same way, so it’s not some weird thing that only happens with Andi. But she was great bc she was so creepy and composed and ready to throw hands with anyone and everyone.

-Zahn McClarnon as Crow Daddy. Hot. Damn. I wasn’t expecting him to be as awesome as he was. He was calm, collected, intimidating, and his scenes with Rose were great because you can just tell how much they care about each other. It should be noted that he’s actually Native American (more specifically, Hunkpapa Latoka on his mother’s side; his dad’s Irish) and acts in Westworld (he plays Akecheta). Another thing that should be noted is that two years ago he had a brain injury that took him out of acting for a while, but he’s recovered! All in all, he’s a pretty cool guy who is a great Crow

-I do wish they actually showed Rose and Crow’s relationship because really all they did was she kisses his neck once and they spend time together a lot and he calls her “Rosie”. They do keep her screaming “You killed my crow”, but I do wish we saw them doing a little bit more couple stuff. Mainly because I thought they were cute in the book.

-WHERE WERE THE MURDER LESBIANS I WANTED THE MURDER LESBIANS WE DID NOT GET MURDER LESBIANS ALL WE GOT WAS MURDER LADIES I WANTED MURDER LESBIANS

-Unfortunately, Rose being bi wasn’t in the movie, but her vibes were definitely not straight ones

-The score was very close to the Shining score, but I’m not mad about it because I love the Shining score, and they used the music effectively

-There is body horror in the film. The murder of Bradley Trevor is shown, and there’s blood and him screaming and crying. It’s mostly her stabbing his leg then cutting to him screaming, and then the end where he asks her to kill him and she does, and he’s covered in blood and bleeding from the mouth. In the scene where Rose enters Abra’s head, Rose’s hand gets stuck in a file cabinet and she pulls it out slowly and you see the skin coming off of her hand. It’s about thirty seconds, but you see it and it’s gross. After that scene is over, her hand is still cut up and is very messed up for a lot of the rest of the film. The last  scene with any kind of body horror is during the climax, where Dan attempts to kill her with an axe and she digs the small end in his leg before digging her hingers into it. Some blood spurts out, but it only happens two or three times in quick succession, so it’s small. 

-David is stabbed in the chest offscreen, and all you see is his body with a knife sticking out of him, but there’s a lot of blood surrounding him. If you don’t like seeing dead bodies you won’t like that.

-When people get shot blood does shoot out of them, but it’s minimal and rarely forms a large splatter or anything.

-Billy commits suicide by shooting himself under the jaw. All that’s shown is him putting it under his chin, then it cuts to Dan trying to get to him before hearing the bang and seeing some blood. But there’s very little left to the imagination and it’s pretty disturbing.

-The way they showed cycling out was well done

-There’s a lot of practical effects and not that much CGI. In general the CGI was good. I mean, sometimes it looks a bit goofy (but try showing me a movie where a special effect doesn’t look goofy) but it’s really in scenes that are surreal and supernatural so it works a bit more.

-Really the only actor that they recast from The Shining that was truly off-putting was Jack, but that was mostly because Jack Nicholson has such a unique face and it’s hard to make someone look like him, let alone make someone look like him without having a weird uncanny valley thing.

-The characters that are recast don’t have a lot of screen time in the movie, and the one character that shows up a lot is Dick. Who is, fun fact, played by Carl Lumbly, who played John Parker in Buckaroo Bonzai. If you don’t think you’ll like the recast actors, they have the most screen time in the beginning and at the climax, but it’s heaviest in the beginning because it’s with child Danny.

-The kid they got to play little Danny is so adorable I love him

-Fun fact! Danny Lloyd aka the actor for Danny in the Shining movie, had a cameo! In the baseball game he’s the person who says “Watch out for number nineteen”

-The only thing that I didn’t like was that Billy and David died. I understand why they did it and like what they were going for, but I still didn’t like it.

-Billy is a true ride-or-die and he’s a great character and I’m hopping on the “Billy and Dan are dating” train because I CAN AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME

-David being a good dad and having a good relationship with his daughter and him not trusting Dan being totally okay and never used against him gives me life

-I was disappointed that when ghost Deenie came it wasn’t to warn Dan but to let him know they recently died, but hot damn that scene was freaky.

-Tbh Dan’s guilt about Deenie and Tommy was underused and could’ve been a bit more.

-DICK SAYS KA IS A WHEEL I REPEAT DICK SAYS KA IS A WHEEL

-I can’t stress enough how many times I bit my tongue to stop any Bi Panic(TM) noises from escaping because every scene Rose and Crow are in I was DEHYDRATED

-When we saw the first Overlook flashback, everyone in the theater was making various kinds of approving noises, e.g. a couple of people went “ooh” when we see Danny riding on the carpet, and my friend and I gasped when Danny’s tricycle went from carpet to wood floor because it was the exact same sound it made in the Shining

-THE FUCKING OVERLOOK SETS WERE FABULOUS

-THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL IS STUNNING

-IT LOOKED LIKE THE SHINING OVERLOOK SETS IF THEY HAD BEEN LEFT IN A DAMP CELLAR

-THE OVERLOOK SETS ARE JUST AWESOME

-When Dan and Abra were driving to the Overlook and the camera panned over to the hotel, everyone in the audience literally sat straight up and stayed that way for the rest of the climax. Except my friend and I, but that was because we both leaned forward, but we still stayed that way the entire time.

-Once again, THE SETS WERE GREAT

-I liked how the final. showdown with Rose went. I liked it a lot better than the book, actually (fight me). It was emotional and great and I feel it gave the characters a good conclusion to their arcs.

-There are like five of the True versus the forty in the book, and it’s a lot nicer.

-Abra says “Barry the Chunk” but he’s just called Barry and the implication is that he’s a large broad-shouldered man instead of what it was in the book

-Azzie is a good cat and deserves the world, although I thought I heard them say “She” which is a weird change. Provided that it’s real and wasn’t me mishearing them.

-Ewan McGregor sings at one point.

-Danny is a precious baby angel child and I love him

-John Dalton is more of a bit part than in the book, which works a lot better for this film.

-I wish we got more of the weird things Abra did as a child instead of just the spoons

-When Rose sees the elevator of blood she’s weirded out but then gets this look on her face like “I can dig it” and it’s honestly pretty funny

-I know that there’s no way this would’ve happened in the film because it’s honestly unnecessary and would’ve ruined the tension of the climax and couldn’t have happened due to character locations, but I really wanted Rose to walk around the hallways and see the bear guy and just go “wtf”. It would’ve been hilarious. I know that can’t happen, but it’s just a funny image.

-They didn’t have the tampon line and I’m a bit disappointed but also that’s fair

-They didn’t have the plot twist where Dan actually is Abra’s uncle, which was a good decision from a movie standpoint.

All in all, it was a good movie that I’m looking forward to seeing again, and I’ll go more in-depth about Dan and what I thought about him in part 2.

GO SEE THE MOVIE

#doctor sleep #doctor sleep spoilers #doctor sleep movie #the shining spoilers #The Shining #spoilers #movie spoilers #OOC #suicide mention #blood mention #body horror mention #doing the do

[marvelsuperfangirl]

Cutie Pixie ( Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Hello guys! Another imagine, this one, like the last one won’t be really full of happiness. These days I’m kind of in a sad mood and I needed to write what was troubling me to make me feel better. So I hope you’ll enjoy this one

Warnings: Reader had low self-esteem and people are mocking the reader, also some criticizing about girls with short hair, but I’d like to precise that I have absolutely nothing against girls with short hair since I have a pixie cut myself.

Words: 2810

It was sudden. In the course of the summer you decided to cut your hair and get a pixie haircut. You were shocked and amazed when you saw yourself in the hairdresser's mirror. Despite being a massive change you found yourself hotter than ever.

You loved your new haircut and were so confident about it, everyone complimented you and say that you looked even better like this than with your old haircut.

And when you arrived at school on the very first day of class, you felt really good.

But that confidence soon collapsed.

It all started with a comment; you just left P.E and were heading to your next class with your friends. Some guys were screaming and running after each other , one of them almost ran into you and his friend shouted at him.

" Be careful there's a weird girl on your way"  

He looked at you with a mocking smile and the two of them ran away, leaving you with the shame of being called weird.

You also has been called a lesbian or a "rug muncher", rather flattering, no?

Another day, you just arrived at school and were waiting for your friends. When they arrived they were laughing.

" I mistook someone for you" one of them said

" Yeah the guy had the same hair, color and cut and also the same coat"

You laughed ut off and walked to class. Yo uwouldn't have imagined that it would affecting you that much. And the worst was that everytime the guy would pass near you, your friends would scream things to embarass you and him, by the way.

" Hey Y/N here's your double"

You would  always brush it off but deep down you felt horrible. So you decided to exchange you coat with a jean jacket. It wasn't as nearly as warm as your coat but you couldn't bear to wear the same thing as a guy, you had already the same haircut and it was enough!

Everday you were freezing; on your way to school and on your way back home. After all it was winter and the temperature wouldn't go over 5 degrees and you were almost in the state of a walking ice cube. Now that the problem of the coat was solved you had to do something with the hair. So you dyed it red, you already did it a few times ago and knew that it would fit you perfectly.

But those problems weren't what made you break.

One weekend your parents invited your aunt to spend some time at your house. When she arrived you went to greet her, but when she saw you approaching she backed away and looked you up and down.

" Oh, Y/N, it's you?!" she exclaimed " I thought it was a boy!" she added before hugging you, smiling. You hugged her back and laughed at her statement. Yes, you laughed. You always did. Everyone was always saying hurtful things to you and they all laughed like it was something funny but you could feel your heart break a little more each time someone made a comment like that. And the laugh was the only thing you could do to stop your face from twisting in sadness and stopping the tears to spill out of your eyes.

Before your real feelings could be caught by your family you told your mom that you had to go out and get something for school and ran away from judgment . You were running in the street of New York trying to avoid bumping into the people around you and finally arrived at your secret place. The park.  It's been a few years that you choose this park to be the place where you could hide when you were feeling bad , since the day you wandered into the bushes to far and crawl under a wire netting and found the little clearing that became your favorite spot in the whole city of New York.

You laid on the grass, letting all the tears you'd managed to keep since now and freeing yourself from all the sadness, the hurtful comments and every judgemental behaviour toward you.

You just let your tears break free and didn't hold back your sob, surely, you sounded like a hurt animal or something but you couldn't care less at the moment. If it was possible you would stay there forever without anyone to judge or hurt you, it would be only you and nature. Nature wouldn't say anything because it's her who created you.

" Are you okay?" the voice made you jump and sit up.

Turning to the source of the voice, you saw a man. A man far too recognizable to truly be there, maybe you had an allucination or something.

A mop of white hair with dark roots, baby blue eyes that you'd only had seen on models on the internet or on pictures of the certain man in front of you but never in real life. He was just wearing a hoodie, sweatpants and trainers, not superhero costume today. But even without it you had recognized him.

Quicksilver. Also known as Pietro Maximoff, he was the new addition to the Avengers along with his sister, Wanda alias Scarlet Witch.

You could feel the tears falling down your cheeks as well as some snot from your nose. You tried as well as you could to wipe it all, trying not to embarass yourself too much.

" Yeah.." you answer just loud enough for him to hear.

You got up and started walking to the bushes, ready to leave but obviously, he was faster than you and appeared right in front of you when you were about to reach the hole in the wire netting.

" Wait"

You tried not to look at him because either you were going to start crying or fangirling.

" Not like ti's any of my business but why are you crying?" he asked offering a small smile.

You wiped your cheeks for the second time to erase the last trace of your sadness.

" It's nothing, just some stupid teenager stuff"

You tried to walk past him to escape that awkward situation but he grabbed your wrist.

" And I know that for teenagers that kind of stuff is not stupid, I should know, I can be a real child sometimes." he smiled at you again and you didn't move waiting for what he would do next.

" Listen, as a superhero I have to help people that need to be saved and I believe you currently need to be saved from your pity party. So how about we get something to eat because honestly, I'm starving"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips beating the lump in your throat and nodded at his offer.

Pietro smiled , wider this time and released your wrist.

"Great! For starters, I'm Pietro" he gave you his hand for you to shake.

You grabbed it and gave it a little shake.

" Y/N"

" Let's go, Y/N"

He turned away from you and crouched down to pass through the hole in the wire netting with you following close behind.

He'd lead you to a small coffee shop where there only were a few customers, giving you some kind of privacy if you were to cry again.

He had ordered two hot chocolate, offering you yours under the pretext that he wanted to make you feel better.

Pietro was now sitting in opposite of you and leaned over the table.

" So, tell me, who made you cry? Just say his name and they'll never bother you again." he said his eyes peering into yours with the most serious expression.

You gulped but instantly relaxed when his face broke into a big grin, before he let out a laugh .

" I'm kidding, but seriously, who made a pretty girl like yourself that sad?"

You blushed at his comment and looked down to prevent him to see how flustered he was making you.

" I told you, just a stupid thing"

" And I told you that I knew how serious some " stupid things " like you said, can be important for teenagers. I'm not that old you know. "

You sighed and took a sip of your hot chocolate before setting the cup back on the table and focusing your attention on the superhero in front of you.

" Have you ever been ashamed of your choices in life because of the opinion of other's?" you asked him.

He shook his head negatively.

" Then you can't understand. I should have know what your answer would be, your a super hero after all, super heroes don't have that kind of problem" you stated sadly.

" But you can exlain it to me, I'm not as dumb as I look like " he gave you an encouraging smile, clearly wanting to hear your story.

You laughed and decided to carry on.

" When I'd cut my hair" you gesturd to your pixie, " I knew I had to face the look of people, but I loved how I looked and everybody told me that it fitted me better than my long hair. I felt really confident. But at school people started mocking me, everyone think I'm lesbian, boys think I'm weird and my friends are teasing me because with this cut I look like a boy of my school. I feel less attractive than I ever felt "

You took some time to breath and try to contain the tears that were welling up in yours eyes.

" And I 've been single all my life. No one flirts with me or give me compliments. Maybe I'm really ugly after all, I just have to get used to it..."

After finishing you wiped your tears away and tried not to let the others spill. You were looking anywhere but at Pietro, you wouldn't be able to bear the look of pity he would give you.

" I think you're really pretty"

You quickly turned to him, and found him staring at you. His blue eyes meeting yours and a smile illuminated his features, makign him even cuter than he originally was.

" I know for a fact that people and especially teenagers can be awful to the other's. My sister is feared by many people because nobody is able to understand what she's going through. Her powers scare them because they don't understand them and consider her like a monster . When in reality she's one of the most lovely person I know."

You felt bad for him and for his sister, you knew they went through hard times. You knew that they worked with a nazis organization and joined the Avengers, and you knew that their country has been destroyed  not even a year ago.

" I f it helps, I never thought that Wanda Maximoff was a monster. I mean, I would do anything to have her power. Moving things and flying, that's just WOW!"

You got lost into your fangirling and when you looked back at him, Pietro had his eyebrows raised in surprise.

" Not everyone shares your opinion, but my sister will be glad to know that she has a fangirl" he said

A blush re-appeared on your face.

" Though, I think you shouldn't give so much importance about what people think of you. Some will hate what you look like and some will completely dig it. When some others will take soem time to discover what's underneath your appearance. Just, be yourself, you are unique, there's not point in trying to look like someone you are not.

The heat in your face instensifies  and you choose to stay silent and continue to drink your chocolate.

Pietro still had his eyes set on you while you kept your gaze fixed on the table. You couldn't believe that the Pietro Maximoff, an Avenger was here, in front of you and took the time to comfort you.

On his side , the mighty Quicksilver didn't understand how people could be so mean to each other. The girl in front of him was far from being ugly, he even thought that she was kinda cute. And he really wanted to make her feel better about herself.

But both of their thoughts were interrupted a phone, ringing. Pietro blinked and reached in his pocket for his phone and answered it.

He gave you an apologetic smile and turned away to talk to the person on the other side of the phone. He quickly stopped the conversation in a hasting manner saying that he " would be there in a minute"

He turned back to you.

" I'm really sorry, I have to go...it's an emergency. I 'll see you another time " he said, getting and walking over to you, kissing your cheek and speed walked to the exit of the coffee shop. And as you watched him leave, you wondered if you would ever see him again. The little bell above the door rang and Pietro stepped out of the shop, he stopped in front of the shop's window and waved at you, offering you a last smile before taking off in a blue and silver blur.

A few days later, you were too busy daydreaming about the super hero to think about what has been bothering you and what other people thought of you.

You currently were on your bed, the TV playing whatever show but you couldn't care less. You were thinking about Pietro, replaying your encounter with the speedster in your head.

Since that day you couldn't get him out of your head and were still able to feel the touch of his lips on your cheek. And god you'd be a liar if you said that you never thought about wanting to be wrapped in his arms and feeling the warth radiating from him. And those wondeful hypnotic eyes that make you lost in its deep color, and those fluffy looking hair of his that....

" Y/N there's a package for you!"

You sigh, frustrated to have been taken out of your thoughts and got yourself out of bed to get the said package.

You took the brown packcage from the dinning table and went back to the comfiness of your bedroom.

You placed it on your bed and settled back with your legs under the cover and took the package turning it in your hands .

It was a medium size and not too heavy, as you shook it to try to guess what was into it. Then you ripped the carboard and opened the box. The first thing you saw was a dark shade of red and looking closely you realized that it was a small bouquet of roses. You instantly smiled at the present and picked the flowers, lifting them to your face and sniffed their sweet perfume.

You brushed the petals with the tips of your fingers, afraid to damage them, then you put the bouquet down on your bed to explore the rest of the box.

It looks like it was two plushies, the first one represented Quicksilver, the white hair, blue eyes and the typical outfit with blue and silver. It was far for being as cute as the real one was but it definitely was adorable.

The second was representing Scarlet Witch. The long dark hair, the blue eyes , same as her brother,and the red corset and cape you saw so many times in the news. This one was a cute as the first one and you loved it.

You didn't read any notes or the name of the sender but you had an idea of who it was.

After giving a tight hug to the plushies you put them down beside the flowers and looked inside the almost empty box to see a piece of paper. You picked it up and open it.

Hello cutie ;)

I'm sorry I had to leave so quickly  when we met. I'd like to see you again but this time with a smile on your face instead of tears. I hope you like my present and that you'll contact me soon.

ps: Wanda would like to meet her number one fan in person.

love, the cutest Maximoff.

And under, a phone number was written .

Never in your wildest dream you would have thought that a cute guy would give you his number, nor offerign you cute presents. And it was even more crazy when the guy was one of the most famous superheroes.

Why should you care about what people thought about you when the one and only Pietro Maximoff thought you were a cutie?

#marvel #marvel imagine #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #pietro maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff x reader #avengers #avengers infinity war

[kittyxuchiha11]

Just Friends - Part 1

Pairing: Claire Redfield/Moira Burton

Fandom: Resident Evil

Summary: “How about we make this a little bet. If you can get a date with the legendary Claire Redfield I’ll give you 20 bucks”

“Fine, challenge fucking accepted”

She thought it would be easy, just go on a pretend date and get the money, right? But of course, it doesn't work like that.

Read on AO3

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Moira grins, snorting slightly as she listens to Sarah’s hilarious story of this party she went to last weekend. It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon, and Moira and her friends are just chilling out in the little café they like to go to. They’re all supposed to be shopping for a new outfit for Nicole’s birthday party which is next Friday, but they decided with it being such a nice day they’d just grab some drinks and chill out for a while.

“What about you Moira?”

Moira’s attention is brought back to the conversation at hand as Kayla says her name.

“What?”

“I was asking what you got up to last weekend, you’ve barely told us anything in weeks”

She shrugs, taking a quick sip of her drink before replying “Not done much, had this family barbeque thing which was so fucking boring and lame”

“God, who are you and what have you done with Moira? she always has some sort of story to tell” Sarah asks with a soft laugh as she glances at Moira over her drink. Moira groans dramatically, flashing her friends a small smile as she realises that maybe she might actually have a story to tell after all.

“Okay, so maybe the barbeque wasn’t totally boring and lame”

“Ohhh, were your dad’s old weird friends there again?”

“Yeah, but they’re always there. Jill and Chris practically live at ours with the amount they come round”

“Then what’s so exciting about them being there?” Kayla asks, raising an eyebrow, although Moira is sure her friend definitely knows the answer already.

“Not just them, Claire was there”

They both stare at her blankly, which honestly Moira is a little upset about. It’s not like she talks about Claire constantly or anything, but she does mention her in passing sometimes. Okay more than sometimes, she talks about her a lot. She sighs in defeat, taking another sip of her drink and wondering if her friends ever listen to a word she says.

“Oh” Kayla suddenly says, getting the attention of both Moira and Sarah “Claire as in ‘Claire is so awesome I love her so much’ Claire”

“Shut upppppp” Moira groans dramatically, looking down at the table mostly out of embarrassment as her cheeks flush slightly. Okay, so maybe she really does talk about Claire a lot. But her friends all know it’s because she just looks up to the older woman, that’s all. Claire is a total badass who just understands and really gets Moira more than anyone ever could. She rides a motorbike for Gods sake! like that is the coolest thing anyone over the age of thirty could ever do in Moira’s books.

“So did you guys like totally make out or something?” Sarah says, totally not interrupting Moira’s daydream about her and Claire riding into the sunset on Claire’s motorbike at all.

“What?” Moira asks, her voice raising several octaves as her face flushes even more “No, of course we didn’t!”

Her friends just laugh in response, elbowing each other and mocking Moira further, especially about the fact her face is now bright red. It’s all harmless fun of course, the sort of things they all do when one of them has a crush on someone. But the thing is, Moira doesn’t have a crush on Claire. No way could she ever have a crush on Claire, ever.

“Aw don’t lie to them Moira, you know exactly what we got up to in that closet”

The girls stop laughing, their mouths slightly hanging agape as they stare at the person obviously standing behind their friend. Moira turns around, grin already on her face before she even sets eyes on Claire.

“Claire, hey” she greets casually, hoping her face isn’t still totally flushed as she stands up to give her friend a quick tight hug. Claire of course returns her hug, giving her an extra tight squeeze and a smirk when they pull away from each other.

“You sharing your fantasies about me with your friends here?”

Moira rolls her eyes “Oh yes of course, just telling them about how I want to ravish the great Claire Redfield”

Claire lets a loud laugh escape her lips as she grins back at Moira “You crack me up Moria, you know that?”

It’s only as Moira stands there, trying to think of a reply that she remembers her two friends are still sitting there just staring at her. “Oh yeah, this is Claire by the way, if you hadn’t got that by now”

“Nice to meet you both” Claire says with a smile as she looks to Kayla and Sarah, giving them a quick nod.

They both nod back at her, seeming to snap out of whatever strange little trance they’re in. Moira is a little confused to why they both seem to be so interested in Claire, but she doesn’t really care to think on it much.

“What are you doing here anyway?” She asks as she turns back to Claire with a soft smile.

“One of the girls at work is about to go on maternity leave so I’m doing my obligatory baby shopping for her” Claire answers as she holds up the bag she has in her hand. “Plus, any reason to get away from the paper work waiting for me back at the office is a god send”

“I know right, fuck paper work” Moira says with a grin.

Claire smiles politely in response to Moira’s words, obviously refraining from mirroring the younger girl’s bad language. If that’s because they’re in public, or just in front of her friends, Moira doesn’t know. Claire isn’t really one for swearing or anything like that often, but Moira has heard her do it a few times, and honestly, she thinks that Claire definitely ought to do it way more. She decides to stop that train of thought right there, before she has some sort of revelation that she has a weird swearing kink or something.

“Well I better get on with this” Claire says, interrupting her thoughts “I’ll text you later, okay?”

Moira cringes slightly, thinking about how bad Claire is indeed at actually texting people when she says she will, but Moira doesn’t say that out loud obviously. She just nods, grabbing her friend for another hug before Claire wanders off to continue her exciting shopping adventure.

She turns back to her friends, expecting them to look confused. Most people do when they realise she’s in fact very good friends with someone who is twelve years older than she is. But instead of confused looks, she’s met with two very wide smirks. Uh oh, that isn’t good.

“Holy shit Moira, she’s hot”

Moira just laughs, expecting her friends to join in but they don’t. They both look at her with serious expressions. That’s when Moira really grasps the situation she’s just landed herself in.

“Well yeah, she’s good looking, could have any guy she wants” Moira says with a small shrug, trying to play it cool and brush her friends off.

“Or any girl she wants” Kayla replies, the smirk returning to her face.

“Pretty sure she’s straight Kay”

“Are you kidding me? she looks like the biggest closet lesbian I’ve ever seen”

Moira nearly chokes on her drink.

“No wonder you like her so much, I would so be in there if I had the chance” Sarah says with a laugh.

“Have you both just turned gay as hell for Claire Redfield?”

“No one’s as gay for her as you are”

Moira finishes off her drink, waving her hand as if to dismiss Kayla’s comment entirely “No fucking way. Claire and I are just friends”

“Uh huh”

“Seriously, just friends”

“I think you guys would be cute together!” Sarah says with a grin. Sarah is definitely the match maker of the group, she always wants to try get everyone coupled off together. Well, she tries to get them coupled off anyway, but it turns out that being told ‘you guys look cute together, quick go date!’ isn’t the best premise for anyone to start a relationship on.

“Even if I did want to date her, she’s old as fuck so I can’t” Moira says simply, looking down at the now empty cup in her hand.

“Never stopped Lucy and John”

“Yeah, ‘cause he’s five years older, Claire is hella old compared to that”

“Eh, you’re lame Moira, thought you’d so be up to the challenge”

Moira is well and truly stumped. Her friends think it’s cool to date people that much older? That’s something she hasn’t heard before. Then again, the only person who has even talked to her about relationships is her dad, and he doesn’t want her or Polly to date anyone ever.

“I’m not lame, I could score that if I really wanted” Moira says, actually feeling a bit offended for some reason.

“Hmm” Sarah muses, her eyes widening slightly as an idea suddenly hits her “How about we make this a little bet. If you can get a date with the legendary Claire Redfield I’ll give you 20 bucks”

Moira almost laughs out loud at her friend’s suggestion, but as she looks at Sarah she realises the girl is being serious. It’s not that she’s desperate for money or anything, but it could be a good bet to win, for her reputation of course, and for a bit of fun in all honesty.

“Fine, challenge fucking accepted”

#kittyxuchiha11 #resident evil #burtonfield #claire redfield #moira burton

[sunfloooooower]

Mended. Chapter 9.

Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8

Audrey’s Point of View

I was sweeping up theater 3 when someone wrapped their arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. The tension immediately left my body as I leaned back into Ari’s embrace, forgoing my job to place my hands over hers. She hummed in contentment and started pressing kisses along the side of my neck until she got to my ear. Then she sucked the lobe into her mouth and scrapped her teeth over it, making me dig my nails into her thigh through her pants.

“I’m trying to work,” I whined as she her hands slid over my hips and squeezed. “Anna, I’m serious.”

She laughed huskily in my ear before whispering. “Do you really want me to stop, baby? Because I don’t think you do.”

I regret every second I ever thought she was innocent. Well, either that or I turned her bad. Both options were incredibly attractive and I really didn’t want her to stop. I leaned my head back against her shoulder and let her do what she wanted with hopes that we wouldn’t be caught… again.

Well, I don’t think the first time necessarily counts. Ari and I were closing together last week when I ended up pinning her against the wall with one of her legs wrapped around my hip. Her top was off and I was leaving more than a couple marks across her skin when Noah came in to pick me up. Let’s just say I wasn’t a big fan of him seeing her topless, but I had to push that aside and take care of her because she was near panic attack. She had anxiety that made an appearance whenever she was the center of attention.

I focused back on Ari when I felt her hands sliding up my shirt, her fingers trailing over my bare stomach. That was my breaking point, her hands were so soft it drove me crazy. I turned around in her embrace and pressed our lips together. Her other hand gripped my butt and made me release a throaty moan against her mouth. I’d never been so vocal before her.

The kiss broke when she grinned and pulled away to look at me. Her lips were puffy and her face was flushed, the embodiment of sexy. “God, you’re so freakin’ gorgeous.”

“Shut up,” she groaned, leaning back away from me but leaving her hands on my body. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Shut up,” I mocked, leaning forward and kissing her lightly. “Did you have a reason for this or were you just feeling frisky?”

She scoffed and released me so she could cross her arms over her chest. “Why do I have to have a reason? Can’t I just want to kiss my girlfriend?”

I raised my brows and asked, “Oh, so I’m your girlfriend now? When did that happen?”

She clammed up and I instantly felt awful. I rubbed my thumb just under her ear and leaned my forehead against hers. When she didn’t respond, I took both sides of her face in my hands and tilted it up until she had no choice but to look at me.

“I’m an ass, the world’s biggest ass,” I said. “You are my girlfriend and I am your girlfriend. I was just trying to be funny and it flopped. We’ve talked about how the only thing I’m good at is saying the wrong thing.”

“I swear I’m trying to not be so sensitive, it’s just hard,” she sighed, allowing me to hold her as her spine lost its rigidity. “I know you’re not Delia, and I know I really care about you.”

Her confession made warmth blossom inside me. I loved hearing her say she cared about me and knew I wasn’t her ex. When she’d first dropped that bomb, it broke my heart for her. There was enough issues within the LGBTQ community, the issues between community members themselves made things worse. Her not trusting me because I was bi kind of made me sad for her as well as myself. If I was even bi, I wasn’t sure and I know I would probably feel the same way if our roles were reversed.

“I am so into you, Arianna Eleanor,” I swore, her soft eyes holding mine steadily. “I don’t know if I’m a lesbian or if I’m bi, but I do know I like you a lot.”

She nodded and brushed her nose against mine, making me smile. “Good, sometimes I need to hear that. I just need a little reassurance.”

“Jensen, Henry! Your tongues better be in your own mouths!” Hank, a guy we worked with, shouted as he entered the theater. “Gross, I think I’d rather see the two of you going at it than this.”

“We’re not here to fuel your spank bank,” I snapped at him, letting go of Ari so she could step back. “What do you want?”

“I was going to see if Ari would finish my shift for me. My kid’s in the hospital,” he said, instantly going from creep to normal. “I think she broke her arm.”

“Oh, no. I’ll totally cover for you,” she replied, turning her body to face him. “Tell Lilly I hope she feels better soon!”

Hank smiled and nodded to her. “I will, thanks.”

She hugged me once more before following Hank back out to the lobby. I picked up the broom and went back to doing my job. She was so nice sometimes, the two of us didn’t make sense. I wasn’t nice or friendly most of the time, but she was probably one of the most outgoing people I’ve ever met… when she was comfortable at least.

…

Ari’s Point of View

I got off at nine that night instead of six because I’d taken on the rest of Hank’s shift. Audrey and I made plans to meet at her place and watch movies together, but I went home long enough to shower and change into comfy clothes before going there for the night. My mom was pretty okay with that, I mean it wasn’t like I could get pregnant and I wasn’t going to get a STD or anything. We also weren’t having sex, but that wasn’t important.

I pulled into her driveway just behind her dad’s car and checked my hair in the mirror. It was the first time she was going to see me without makeup and I was a little nervous. I knew she wasn’t going to judge me or anything, but it was like losing my safety blanket.

Once I’d psyched myself up enough, I headed up to her door. I could hear her dad in the living room with the TV playing, and my anxiety amped up even more. The two of us hadn’t met yet, and I wasn’t even aware we were at that level yet. I honestly was under the influence that we’d be alone… I was wrong. I’d barely raised my hand to knock when the door was flung open by Audrey.

“Hi,” she said, grinning at me cheesily. “Come in!”

I followed her inside and heard the TV suddenly go silent. Then her father walked into the room where we were, smiling tiredly at us. I instantly saw the similarities between their smiles, even if his didn’t quite reach his eyes like Audrey’s did.

“I’m Ari,” I introduced, extending my hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He took my hand in his and shook it politely, but I could see that he seriously didn’t want to be here. “The pleasure’s all mine, Ari.”

Thankfully, the awkward encounter ended a couple seconds later and Audrey led the way upstairs to her room. Halfway there, her hand found mine and twined our fingers together affectionately. I felt a familiar smile pulling at my lips as I followed her into her room and she shut the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t tell you about my dad. He was supposed to be at the parish all night,” she told me, turning around and taking my other hand in hers. “You are so gorgeous, Jesus. I know I say that a lot, but I keep realizing it.”

My insides liquefied just like always when she complimented me, then I realized what she said before that. “Wait, did you just say parish? As in your father is a preacher?”

She dropped my hands and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, walking around the room nervously. “Oh, uh, yeah. I forgot to mention that, didn’t I?”

“Hey,” I said, halting her movements and holding her face in my hands. “Your dad could be freakin’ Jeffrey Dahmer and I would still be into you.”

I was being funny, but she froze in my hands and became distant within seconds. “Hey, what happened? Is everything okay?”

She nodded her head and leaned forward, kissing me instead of replying. As much as I wanted to keep talking, kissing her was kind of intoxicating. I slid my hand under her shirt to rest on the bare skin of her hip as her fingers tightened around my face seductively. She walked me backward until my knees hit the side of her bed and I fell back onto it clumsily, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth when I looked up at her with a flush dusting my cheeks.

“Are you just going to look at me or actually do something?” I challenged, swallowing my embarrassment.

She narrowed her eyes before crawling over my body, pushing my shirt up as she placed kisses along my stomach. We’d never done this, but I couldn’t figure out why not for the life of me. My breath was shaky as I ran my fingers through her hair, my head tossed back when her kisses reached the bottom of my bralette.

I pushed her back long enough to sit up and pull my t-shirt over my head, then I pulled her back down on top of me. We kissed fiercely, my hands under the back of her shirt and running over her skin delicately. But, before it could get too intense, I pulled my mouth away from hers and took her shirt off.

She smirked down at me and leaned in to kiss the side of my neck with her hands teasing my skin. Her kisses moved down and I leaned my head back, giving her more room. My fingers were busy twisting in her hair, trying to keep my noises as quiet as possible.

“You’re making it very hard to stay quiet,” I breathed out as she kissed just below my collarbone.

She laughed and it made a shiver course down my spine. “That must be hard, I know how loud you are.”

Her teasing did something to me and she knew it. Instead of answering her with words, I whined pathetically and arched into her. Her breathy laugh sounded again and irritated me a little, this wasn’t just going to be about her teasing me.

While she was distracted, I rolled her onto her back and pinned her hands on either side of her head. She licked her lips and drug her teeth across her bottom lip, making a moan escape my mouth as I pounced on her. She was wearing a black lace halter bra that looked way too good against her pale skin as I pressed kisses along her chest and cleavage. I made sure to leave a mark on her where only we’d see it.

I traced my tongue along the swell of her breast and she let out a mewling sound that dampened my panties. Things were going way too far, we needed to chill even if that was the last thing I wanted to do. I kissed back up to her neck and pressed a small one to her lips before rolling off her.

The only sound in the room was our breathing as we laid beside each other with our shoulders touching. Her fingers brushed against the back of mine before she turned onto her side to look at me. There was a bit of worry behind her eyes and I knew I had to explain what happened before she took it the complete wrong way.

“Hi,” I breathed, turning on my side to match her. “I do want to have sex, just not yet. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

She nodded and replied, “Yeah, I get that. I don’t want to move too fast with you and mess things up.”

“If you weren’t so freakin’ cute, it would be easier,” I sighed, leaning forward as a laugh left my mouth. “God, you’re so sexy it’s unfair.”

That made her laugh and push my shoulder until I looked back at her. “Shut up, I am not sexy at all. I’m butch as hell.”

I snorted and reached forward to hold her side, running my fingers over her skin. “I think you’re so sexy, butch or not. Jesus, I can’t even deal with it.”

She rolled me over and pinned my hands like I’d done with her earlier. “I can’t even start to tell you how much you turn me on, Anna.”

I arched my neck up and kissed her again, the kiss sweet instead of fierce. She released my hands and I draped my arms over her shoulders, my fingers playing leisurely with her hair. One of her hands cradled my head while the other skimmed up and down my ribs.

When we parted, she lazily said, “Mhm, we’d better watch those movies before things get out of hand.”

I made a noise of agreement and allowed her to move off of me. She tossed me my t-shirt as she went to turn on the movies. We cuddled up together on her bed, her head leaning against my chest as I reclined against her headboard and played with her hair absentmindedly.

#Audrey Jensen Imagines #Audrey Jensen Imagine #Audrey Jensen #MTV Scream #Scream Imagines #Mended

[sobdasha]

booking continued!!

All Systems Red (Murderbot Diaries), Martha Wells This book was exactly as advertised to me (with two choice pics of pages as quotes), except better. If you, like me, identify with robots and A.I. because you are salty and ace and hate people and being social and would rather just sit around binging Netflix, Murderbot gets you. My only sadness is that the library doesn't have the second book, so for the sake of Not Having Really Weird Preconceived Notions (I inevitably started reading a lot of series as a child from the second book and not being able to get my hands on the first book until much later in the series, and let me tell you, it's just…it's never quite the same after……) I stopped reading after #1. But it's pretty clear I won't regret buying these even without a pre-read so it's only a matter of time. (I am holding out for now for possible omnibus, tho)

The Broken Earth Trilogy, N. K. Jemisin Honestly I put this trilogy on my to-buy list before I even finished the first book, and I stand by that decision. I marathoned these very heavily, partly because my library holds all came in at the same time and suddenly I had like 5 books in the house that I needed to read because I couldn't renew them and there were a lot of people after me so I'd have to wait forever for another chance, but mostly because they were very engaging and I had a hard time putting them down! Or else an easy time just……not……pausing… I'm doing these very belatedly so I've read more of Jemisin's stuff and I think part of what is so compelling is first of all, the writing style is beautiful and gorgeous and exactly what I look for in a story. And second of all, it reminds me of all the good things about fanfic. I'm invested in all of the characters, complex and shitty as they are, except for the ones who aren't getting any redemption and are fair game for hate. The writing style is "current" (I didn't realize this was such a thing, but as I'm reading more I'm realizing I've gotten very accustomed to a certain flavor in writing, which older works do not have, having as they do their own current-at-the-time trends that I have not submerged myself in. There's stuff I grew up with that feels ~classic~ to me, but there's plenty of stuff that just does not). Present tense for the win. Jemisin throws in things like "We started out hating each other but now we've married the same husband together so I guess we're emotional support spouses to each other who don't like to have sex together but each greatly enjoy watching our husband lay the other spouse aaaaand we're all raising a baby together??" and "This doctor seemed like a perfectly adult young man until I realized he's pining for me and I'm in my 40s and he's 15 years my junior which makes him basically a baby uggghhhhh but also the world is ending and I'm tired and I shouldn't but oh well I gave in and slept with this in-his-late-20s baby" and I love it???? I am WELL KNOWN for not being here for sex or romance but like this…is intimacy…so I've been won over. Also I fell in love the instant that Jemisin dropped into second person pov, because second person is ~amazing~ when it's done properly and Jemisin not only knows that but she's a master. (I will confess, I cried betrayal towards the end of the first book when it was revealed that the second person was actually first-person-in-disguise. BUT LET ME TELL YOU, I was so wrong to feel betrayed. This wasn't a cheap "fooled you" trick, this was Jemisin wielding the tools of writing to the absolute fullest of her ability to weave the tightest possible narrative and it pays off. Let me go find a hat so I can take it off to Jemisin.) The last page of the first book tho!!!!!!!!! *Clock Town theme suddenly starts playing* I died but it was so worth it. Also it should tell you how amazing Jemisin's writing is that I, who am usually just here for escapism, who doesn't want books that are Too Real (unless they're also funny so they're hilarious in addition to being painful) or too grimdark and gritty in content, loved these books and couldn't put them down. They weren't self-indulgently dark, they were dark for a reason, but they weren't humorous and there's racism and slavery and rape and other atrocities in abundance and you figure out pretty quickly "anyone who lives to the end will have to be counted as an optimistic, happy ending for relative values of 'optimistic' and 'happy' and I'm honestly not sure how many characters will make it that far." But I want to read them over and over again and I want to strongly recommend them to all of you!

The City in the Middle of the Night, Charlie Jane Anders I don't know how I feel about this one? I think for me this one would benefit from a reread, to see if that makes it feel any stronger as a narrative. And also because it was kind of a perfect storm of having: a writing style/tone I didn't care for, especially coming off of the Broken Earth trilogy that was to me Peak Writing Style, I misjudged the entire plot from the summary on the back and spent the whole time going wtf. With this one, I did not have that can't-put-it-down urge. I wasn't unhappy when I was reading it, but I also didn't crave to pick it up and sit down for a while with it. I wasn't terribly invested in any of the characters, even though Sophie is the sort of YA heroine I would have appreciated reading in earlier years (think The Woman in the Wall, which I remember only vaguely but very persistently where the heroine nopes out of life, becomes a hermit in the house crawlspace, and when told she has to go to a costume party she's like "I'll be a moth because that is what my soul is" and gets presented with a letter-of-the-law lime-green luna moth costume and is like "THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WANTED.") A pet peeve in this book: for absolutely no reason that I personally can see, the story is immediately framed as being A Very Factual Account From Sources. The reason it's a pet peeve to me is that when you try to logic out why disbelief should be suspended in a narrative…it automatically kills my suspension by calling attention to exactly why the narrative doesn't make any sense, plus the fact that your explanation? Doesn't fully cover the logic gaps. So I started off on the wrong foot here. (Years ago I had a creative writing teacher who told us for our assignment, we absolutely were forbidden to write about the zombie apocalypse. After demands for explanation, he relented: okay, we could write about the zombie apocalypse, but with one strict rule. We were not to explain in the story how the zombie apocalypse comes about. We had to start when it had already happened, with no explanation. He said that anything that had ever tried to stop to explain how the zombie apocalypse happened had been awful and poorly-done, so we just weren't allowed to do it. It seemed a bit harsh at the time, and of course blanket statements, but in retrospect I fully agree with his sentiment. Don't bog me down with details that detract from the actual story and also cause me to realize that your story is full of nonsensical holes.) The story also felt very...like I could see all the seams? It felt very contrived? Which--I  mean--stories are! That's the entire point! But usually something smooths it out so I don't notice. Again, I'm not sure that was a technical problem, it might have just been me not preferring the tone and the style and honestly thinking I was reading a different plot. On the plus side this novel had a lot of disaster lesbians and as far as I remember it did a good job of showing rather than telling the nuances of the relationships in a book that overall had a more unsubtle, YA feel. Like you can tell that Sophie's relationship with Bianca is unhealthy before Sophie admits it to herself, even while Sophie's so very in love. That was the part I saw advertised, and the reason I put it on my book list, so it wasn’t like I didn’t get anything out of this.

#sobdasha booking #i'm doing this so behind #i'm one series of novellas and three books past these

[idle-flower]

dear yuletide author - 2018

Thank you for your time and attention, and I hope your wishes are granted this holiday!

Likes:

I prefer plot and angst and adventure to fluff, though a nice warm fluffy scene can make a good dessert at the end of the pain and suffering. I lean more to f/f and m/f than m/m. I enjoy forbidden relationships. I love exploring the 'what if' spinoffs of a small change in a canon. I swoon for lovers who take dramatic risks to protect their loved ones.

I also enjoy detailed description of clothing/furniture/jewelry/pretty things in general. Not just heaping up brand names, but sensory detail.

Dislikes:

Please avoid sweeping tropey AUs like 'what if noir' or 'what if everyone was in high school'. I'm REALLY picky about comedy so it's probably not a good idea to go for wacky funny stuff. No excited rambling about pregnancy or babies. (Older kids are okay.) While I am okay with pretty dark stuff, please don't gorily torture characters to death on screen. If people gotta die, limit the details! I am generally not keen on crossovers. I dislike PWP unless it is exceedingly hot smut (see below).

Smut:

I don't require it, but I do read a good bit of filthy porn.

Kinks I find interesting: mild bdsm, pain mixed with pleasure, dubcon, sibling or cousin incest, strap-ons, futanari and other magical appendages, teasing, teenagers, drugs/magic with interesting effects, people making terrible decisions due to being emotionally overwrought or really really horny

PLEASE NO: 

rape or painful sex that one party is not enjoying at all, inserting anything edible (licking off boobs is okay), aggressive face-fucking, choking, degradation, scat/watersports, bukkake, parental incest, anyone younger than teen, emphasis on 'virgin blood' (some writers make it a huge deal with tearing pain and fountains of blood, please don't).

Mathnet / Square One TV

Kate Monday

Kate Monday was my idol and unrecognised crush. Her solving any short mystery and being awesome will please me. 80s, modern, California, globe-trotting, whatever. Could even go for a bit of an X-Files gag, where Kate and George are assigned to something really spooky and he believes the mystical explanation and she sticks to logic and numbers (and is proved right in the end). No shipping needed.

Optional crossover: Inspector Gadget. Penny Gadget grows up and joins the Mathnet team and Kate is her mentor and they do nerdy things together with NO BLONDE JOKES. No sassy Legally Blonde stuff, no overcoming sexism, just pure competence porn where they are good at what they do and everyone takes them seriously and it never occurs to anyone to doubt them just because of their hair/gender. I'm not shipping them together romantically though, too much age gap for my taste. But if you wanted to indulge me ridiculously, Kate could have a wife and Penny could be inspired to consider a girlfriend.

PLEASE NO KATE/GEORGE. George is married and I prefer Lesbian Kate.

It would be weird to go smutty here honestly. Keep it T?

Poison Ivy (1992 film)

Sylvie Cooper, Ivy

I was struggling through the confusions of puberty, Ivy was hot, this film left an impression on me. In a way it's perfect as it is, and trying to build any sort of happy ending for Ivy feels out of place, but on the other hand there's a lot of loose ends left after the story.

Throughout the film, there's a lot the audience never knows about Ivy, including her legal name. Did Coop know it? (Maybe, probably.) Did her father? (Quite possibly not). How do they handle all the legal responsibilities of her death? Were Ivy's stories about the aunt she was staying with true? How do they break the news?  How does her funeral go?  

What do Sylvie and her father have to say to each other about Ivy after the truth comes out? Does he admit everything that he did? How does he handle the guilt? How do they rebuild their relationship?

What is school like, afterwards? What rumors escape? How does Coop handle them?

Or - what if Ivy survives the fall? Seriously injured, possibly paralysed, but alive? How do they deal with her, once the truth comes out? Do they cover up her crimes? Do they keep her in their home? What happens to their relationships?

For AUs, what would have happened if Ivy had met Coop when they were several years younger, so she couldn't get her hooks into Darryl as easily? What if they met at summer camp and Ivy was just as messed-up and needy but the situations were different? What if the movie plot is actually a fantasy younger-Ivy spins about her future to her fascinated-and-appalled friend, who then has a chance to react to it?

Smutwise, I'm fine with Sylvie/Ivy, I'm okay with Darryl/Ivy but I would rather he not be the focus of the story (Sylvie catching them having sex has possibilities, or Ivy thinking about Sylvie while seducing Darryl)

The Parent Trap (Hayley Mills version)

Sharon, Susan

Two girls who are rivals clashing with each other are exiled to a camp cabin together to learn to get along. What better setup for sparks to fly?

Yes, that's right, I'm requesting twincest. I want the girls to develop a romantic and/or sexual relationship, BEFORE they realise they're actually related.

Ideally I'd like to read the whole trajectory from them being sent off together, the attraction building, and once they're established as a relationship, THEN have them find out they're twins and have to deal with the repercussions. Are they horrified, or determined to stay together? How does that affect their plans for their parents?

But I'm also fine with just plain smutting this and leaving the rest of the story for another day. How might these two get together, when they don't know any better? Catfight that turns into hatefucking that turns into something deeper? One of them is sick/injured/sad and the hurt/comfort melts their hatred for each other? They get curious about how alike they really are and check each other out naked, because 'we're both girls so it doesn't really count', and events get way out of hand?

If the incest squicks you, I will settle for after-the-film fic showing them trying to settle into their new lives together, dealing with each other's old school friends and so on. "Surprise twin" must lead to some interesting reactions, surely, and sharing everything won't always be easy when they don't have a common enemy to gang up on.

Darkangel Trilogy - Meredith Ann Pierce

Erin, Aeriel

OTP territory here.

I read the first book when I was fairly young and was, like many, drawn into the dangerous romance between Aeriel and Irrylath (though surely even then I must have felt it was slightly unfair that the text 'okayed' it by saying he wouldn't be beautiful if he wasn't still good inside?). I didn't find the other two books until much later, when I was older and more dubious about the 'romance' of a beautiful but abusive vampire whose true character she knew nothing about. Imagine my amazement as rivals and uncertain feelings began to cast doubt on that original romance... and maybe, just maybe, ended with the girl getting the girl. (And beyond that, letting me eat my cake and have it too, by building up Irrylath a little and giving the lovers of my childhood a brief beautiful moment together.)

So, okay, I have a lot of feelings about this canon. In my personal version of what-happens-next, Erin and Aeriel totally become lovers, Irrylath goes on a quest to try and win her back and in the process of his journey of personal discovery finds that he's actually happier elsewhere, and he and Aeriel at last meet again and then part as friends, content... but that's a whole novel in itself, at least.

Possible prompts:

A love scene between them in the series's poetic style (no need to be kinky here! just romantic)

One of them telling the tale of how they fell in love to their daughter? (These two can totally have science babies together.)

Some of Erin's adventures on her own in the time that they're separated during the books, and how she discovers and deals with her feelings about Aeriel?

Or the love epiphany on Aeriel's part, after the books - how does she realise her feelings are more than friendly, how does she reconcile them with her feelings for Irrylath? Perhaps while Erin goes on a trip alone to visit the Sea-of-Dust and Aeriel is alone with her thoughts?

World-building, figuratively and literally! What is life like in NuRavenna? How do they go about the process of restoring the world? What tools do they use and what do they look like? Spin me a picture!

While I dislike pregnancy fluff, pregnancy angst/drama might be possible here. What if that one night with Irrylath had a very unexpected result? Given Aeriel's new position and the history of the water witch, would she be panicked at the prospect? Would she be pleased to have a part of Irrylath with her always, or tormented by the reminder? How would Erin feel? Would Aeriel feel compelled to give the child away because of her responsibilities? Given her own history how would she feel about that? Will it even be possible for her to carry a child to term without more intervention, given her new body and all its changes? What if she ends up needing Erin's input somehow to stabilise the baby, resulting in a child born from all three of them?

#yuletide 2018 #yuletide letter