Not the spiderverse art book restarting the dying down Hobie age discourse. With the Japanese version implying he’s a ‘young boy’(I think that’s what it was either way either way) and the book saying ‘he’s much older than miles..’(smth like that either way either way) and it’s like seriously? Again? AGAIN?
The directors said it’s up to interpretation. And the only reason(w/ the exclusion of the people thinking he’s like 30 cause that’s weird and gross, re-examine some racial biases)that people are so adamant he is or isn’t a minor is because of shipping! Whether it’s with one of the spider teens or with OCs or justifying self shipping it’s weird! It’s weird that that’s the reason people are going nuts over this shit and dying on their respective hills. And let people have their HCs holyshit.
And to reiterate: it’s not proshipping/pedoshit if someone HCs Hobie as a teen and ships them with one of the spider teens. It’s not necessarily fetishization and is not pedoshit if people HC him as a young adult and do self ships or whatever else goes on there.
It’s fandom let people fuck around. Something doesn’t have to be justified as morally wrong for you not to like it. Stop trying to force your own Head Canons, key word HEAD as in the canon in your head, onto other people.
Sorry for the rant I just cannot believe it’s still going.
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Had an idea with another Tav where she is a daughter of a noble Elvish house in Athkatla born to a family of mostly wizards (there are a few instances of sorcery here and there, and it's a family joke that they're the product of sordid affairs ((all said lovingly the family is a kind one)) and she is a Wild Magic Sorceress who has surges when experiencing intense emotions. She's able to have a hold on it until she reaches marrying age and she's arranged to marry a human man from a noble house who is also a mage (he's very similar to Lorroakan actually) and he turns out to be extremely emotionally and psychologically abusive which causes her Wild Magic to surge out of control.
Her family is not sure where these surges have come from (they don't believe such a good match could turn out to be so toxic) so they lock the poor girl up to keep her from harming herself and others. She's still due to marry the Shitty Betrothed, but only once she gets her shit together.
She starts to spiral downwards and her parents decide she needs a change of scenery and take her to Baldur's Gate for a vacation. And then the mind-flayers come....
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mmmmmm Caliyork angst
California is protective brother first and foremost with an learned distaste for familial authority, the one who's job it is to push away his own feelings to see people for who they really are and them keep those people as far away from the people he loves as possible while they heal
York is/was a shitty parent who only barely acknowledge it
they're laying quietly in bed together, sharing stories and bonding about growing up as colonies and it's this slow build of Cal hearing of hand comments about Gov's earlier days and he just keeps asking more and more pointed questions
until
They were both sitting up now, New York felt Cal's judgment openly bore into him. It had been a time since he'd been the target of such pure disdain from him.
York felt his own hackles raise in defence. "We all made mistakes in those early days, Continental Congress was made for a purpose, he was- just- just-"
"A tool?" York missed the searing venom behind Cal's words, the weight with which they fell from his mouth.
"Yes!" He was exasperated, over trying to justify two hundred year old actions to a state who could never understand, who wasn't there for the chaos and the uncertainty.
The silence that followed was a welcomed break. Until York made the mistake of meeting Cal's eyes.
The disgust was still there but then there was this prominent, inexplicable personal hurt.
His eyes raked over York, desperately searching for something that wasn't there. He forced a sudden joyless laugh. "Not an ounce of remorse in you, is there?"
"It wasn't ideal."
"You abused a child." He stated it so plainly, so confidently, as if a hundred other factors weren't involved at the time. "or let a child get abused, whatever you prefer."
York snapped at that. "He wasn't a child!"
With that, Cal began to get out of their bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." His movements were clumsy, distracted. "Away. I-" he took a breath. "I need to think."
The panic that rushed through York didn't make sense but he couldn't bring himself to doubt it as he stumbled out of bed after him. "You're leaving- you're running away over - This?"
"Nothing, is more important to me than this, York!"
"Nothing?" he asked quietly.
"No nothing, If I had to choose between your life and my brother's, there wouldn't be hesitation."
Cal took the moment of stunned silence to snap away. Leaving New York to his own raging thoughts.
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Goodbye 2023. Wrote 30,000 words of my Danny story, 20,000 words of my Freyna story, 25,000 words of my Khan story, 13,000 words of my Celest story, 48,000 words of fanfiction, and including notes and scraps I wrote 211,007 words in 2023! >o<)/ a lot of fucking words!!!
(Also future me, now you can find this next year to find out how much more u wrote)
I did not hit last years goal of finishing one of my original stories. But on the bright side, I did write over one novel's Worth of words. So here's to hoping this new year I focus more on One story at a time so I can start finishing things. I'll count this as a kind of win. (I'd still like to finish at least one of my original stories before January ends just so I can say I've finally finished one asap lol)
In other news. This past year, sunday, I had italian bread with butter. I had lemon cake this year. I had pizza, the last two days in a row. I have had a waffle almost every day of the week. I still have to take benedryl if I overdo it, or more gi medicine if I really screw up. But this time last year I couldn't touch bread, pasta, waffles, any wheat. This time last year I was dreaming and hoping miserably I'd get to have toast and pizza again. That I'd be able to risk any dairy. Any wheat. My only severe allergy left now is potato. I'm still a ways away from being able to stop needing my gi meds to eat. But rhe fact I simply CAN eat, most days, relaibly without worrying I won't be able to the next day? Awesome. I had a bad flare in August and was on a liquid diet and feared I'd never eat yummy food again. And all of 2022 was awful mush. I'm so so grateful I can eat a waffle, and will probably still be able to eat the next day. I'm going to sincerely hope now this is the year I'll be able to transition off of needing gi meds.
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