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given elliot page’s coming out as using he/they and the fact that robert sheehan has referred to klaus with both he and they pronouns, I present this concept

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given elliot page’s coming out as using he/they and the fact that robert sheehan has referred to klaus with both he and they pronouns, I present this concept

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Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

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Could I Get Your Number? (Part 1)

Pairing: Vanya X Reader

Requested By: @redbullchick

Summary: You’re Leonard’s sister, and Vanya- despite loving you with her whole heart- doesn’t know this.

Word Count: 935

Warnings: This is most likely gonna be a three parter because I’m a headass and have finals this weeks rip

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   ‘It’s too fucking cold to have rehearsal’, Vanya thought, pulling her black coat around her tighter in an effort to preserve some warmth. The short woman scurried through the streets in an effort to get to the small coffee shop quicker. She already had the exact amount of money that her regular order would cost ($3.75), and despite knowing exactly what she wanted, she still repeated the order in her head- all the way up to the register. After letting out a somewhat cohesive hello and what she wanted she stuck out her hand that held the money in it- getting an odd flashback of Grace teaching her about goods and services (“money can be exchanged for many violins, Vanya”). The barista’s lips moved, but Vanya couldn’t hear what she was saying.

   “Pardon?”

   “Sorry, that will be $4.00” Vanya could feel the words on her tongue, ‘but it was only three seventy five last week!’ she would argue, but at the end of the day, she would still have to pay four dollars. Sighing, she reached into her wallet to get out 25 cents before-

   “It’s fine, I’ll pay for it,” a shiny card made a light tap sound as it was slid into the chip reader on the register, a tone of satisfaction playing when it was approved.

   “Oh, no, you really don’t- uh- you really don’t have to-” Vany muttered, trying to pick up a couple of coins from the counter, before facing the person who payed for her coffee. Vanya wasn’t sure who she was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t an extremely attractive woman in her late twenties that smiled like the literal embodiment of the sun.

   “I told you, It’s cool! Here, would you like to come sit with me?” You asked, sticking your hands in your coat pockets, which Vanya now realized hugged you perfectly, “Aren’t you going to bring your coffee?” You pointed to the mug on the counter, a napkin with Vanya’s name next to it, chuckling. ‘Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit’ Vanya’s brain recited like a shitty song, even though it had no melody, as Vanya picked up her mug and retreated to corner booth where you were sat with you stuff. Notebooks and a laptop were thrown across it, but by the way your hands were rummaging through the table, you were trying to make space.

   “I’m (Y/n), by the way,”

   “Vanya”

   “Vanya? Pretty name for a pretty girl,” and despite it being probably the cheesiest thing ever said in the history of man (and the worst pick up line), Vanya giggled, before slapping a hand over her mouth. You laughed lightly back, clicked on your laptop keypad a few times before taking a sip of your drink. Vanya decided that this is probably where someone would start a conversation.

   “What are you working on?” She asked, thumbing the edge of her mug, than bringing it up to her lips.

   “Oh, I have to start an assessment of how much a VFX team would cost for this new movie that’s coming out in a couple of years,” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing before typing on the number section of the keyboard,

   “What’s it called?”

   “Don’t think I’m allowed to tell you, hun” You sent her a smile, which sent Vanya’s heart racing a mile a minute, “But as long as you don’t tell anyone…” You looked around jokingly before leaning in to whisper in her ear. ‘Was it always this hot in here?’ Vanya thought, “It’s a Marvel movie- big VFX budget,”

   “Sounds exciting, are you- uh- artistic?”

   “Yeah, I’m the lead VFX artist, and they wanted me to give them a solid number before hiring my team, so I’m trying to crunch the number within these next couple weeks,”

   “Are you the only artist in your family?”

   “Nah, my brother did woodwork- and uh, so did my dad,” You coughed at the last part, so Vanya decided not to talk about it.

   The area you two resided in got comfy as you talked and worked. Vanya occasionally proof reading some of your numbers (“it’s always good to get a second set of eyes” you would say). When Vanya felt her phone ring in her pocket, she felt her heart drop.

   “I’ve- uh- gotta take this,”

   “No problem-o” You said, looking at your screen. Vanya checked the caller ID, and pressed answer when she read Allison’s name, “Hey V, where are you? We were supposed to get dinner,”

   Oh shit.

   “Sorry, Allison. I’m- uh at the coffee shop on 3rd, with a-” She glance back at you. You looked adorable when you were concentrated, completely ignoring your leg that was bouncing up and down after finishing your third coffee, “- with a friend”

   “Wasn’t aware you had friends”

   “Ouch, ok”

   “Are you sure it’s not… a date Vanya? I don’t want…” Vanya immediately knew what her sister was talking about. Leonard had happened so long ago though. Vanya took time to analyze, and knew that her feelings for him were just out of desperation to be loved (well, her therapist told her that).

   “I- No. This isn’t a date… We’re just hanging out… I’ll see you in ten, bye” She didn’t give her a chance to respond before clicking the red end button, pocketing her phone, and rubbing her eyes.

   “Is something wrong?” You asked, wiping away a foam mustache and sending her a concerned looked. Vanya’s mouth felt dry

   “Oh, no- I just forgot that i have to meet my sister… thank you for the coffee,”

   Vanya stopped herself just as she was leaving,

   “Actually, could I get your number?”

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[wlw-for-elliot]

Hiya. I had a request. Could do an imagine or something where vanya is a useless lesbian and falls head over heels for the reader but the reader turns out to be Leonard's twin sister and she has a big gay panic and has to realize she isn't her brother? It's the premise for my oc who I'm in love with and would love to see someone else's ideas.

I just got the biggest smile because this sounds so fucking cool, I’ll definitely get started on it!! (It also may come it two parts, cause I feel like this might be long)

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I had a crazy idea and it perfectly fine if it's not do-able but what about Vanya x Daenerys targaryen? They kinda remind me of each other.

Sounds super cool! But I’m super sorry, I don’t watch Game of Thrones :/ But I’m sure there is someone out there who is willing!!

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who going to west hollywood pride???

#matilda rambles

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PSA

I’m in love with Vanya Hargreeves

#oh worm?

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From my crackhead brain to yours!

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i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change. 

[wlw-for-elliot]

‘Let me take over.’

The last episode of s1 gave me a feeling that the white violin might become sort of like Vanya’s split personality (or even a separate entity. That would be cool) so thats sorta where this idea came from.

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Vanya: I hate that my first reaction to stress is always Time to Die, like ok edgelord.

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vanya: just a little grammar tip

vanya: ‘farther’ is for physical distance

vanya: ‘further’ is for metaphorical distance

vanya, tearing up: ‘father’ is for emotional distance

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the white violin!

#iconic!!!!

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The Language of Flowers and Love

Pairing: Vanya x Reader

Requested By: @goodchristianserverr

Summary: You decide that while Vanya is cute, Vanya WITH flowers is way cuter

Word Count: 976

Warnings: I did so much fucking flower research for this, and I enjoyed every second of it

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   The first time you met Vanya was when she entered your flower shop. She was wearing dark colors, navy blues, blacks, and greys, which contrasted with the pastel yellow and blue hues your shop displayed. She looked confused, lost in the maze of plants and flowers. You rang a bell that signified where the desk was, and you smiled at her warmly. She had on a very cute scarf.

   “What can I do for you today, Miss?” were the first words you spoke to her, she fumbled around in her coat pockets before presenting a small piece of paper, names of flowers were scribbled on it.

   “I, uh, had a fight with my sister… I wanted to make it up to her, and I remembered that she likes flowers, so I came to get her some,” Her voice was small, soft, like she was used to being spoken over. She pushed the piece of paper on top of the desk and let you read through it.    -purple roses    -queen anne’s lace    -yellow tulips    -lavender

   “Do you like flowers? This is a very good list,” You cringed, it wasn’t the best complement, and you hoped she would take it as one.

   “Oh, I looked a few things up, but… I feel like it’s a bit- plane?”

   “Well, we can bulk it up with some oak leaves, white lillies, rosemary, and tendrils of clematis- they all have similar meanings to the emotion you’re trying to convey,”

   “That sounds great, thanks,” The brown haired woman hesitated for a moment, before sticking her hand out, “I’m Vanya,”

   “(Y/n), pleasure to meet you,”

   And so you put a face to a name. A couple days later, you got a thank you card from Vanya, saying that her sister loved the flowers. You smiled softly before putting the card on a shelf behind the counter overlooking the shop.

   Vanya came in a few weeks later on a slow day, another small piece of paper in her hands.

   “Hey Vanya! What’s the occasion today?” You asked, wiping your hands free of some water and placing down a pair of scissors, another clients bouquet behind you. Vanya was wearing another scarf today. This time the light blue color complemented the rest of her outfit, which was also all blue, “Digging the scarf,” you added. Vanya blushed, placing her hands on the counter. Her eyes darted back and forth between your face and you apron, like she was figuring out what to say.

   “Thank you, you look very nice yourself. I’m in because I wanted to get my brother a congratulations gift? He’s been clean for a month now,” Vanya tried to hide her excitement, she was clearly very proud of her brother. You watched happily as her eyes subtly shone, and she rocked back and forth on her heels.

   “Of course! Coming right up,” You place the other clients flowers to the side, starting with new wrapping paper of a warm gold hue, you went around the buckets picking flower after flower. Slowly but surely oak leaves, ivy, fennel, yellow calla lilies, and yellow roses filled up the paper. Just as you gathered green string to tie it off, your eyes caught the sight of a bundle of freesias. You picked up the flowers and placed a blue ribbon on them before placing them next to the nearly constructed bouquet. Tying the string neatly, you presented both bundles to Vanya. She gazed happily upon her brothers bouquet,

   “They look beautiful (Y/n)!” She then looked at the freesias, confusion swimming in her eyes, “but I only ordered one bouquet?”

   “I know, these ones are from me, on the house. You’re always doing such nice things for your siblings, and I think it’s super kind, so I wanted to give these to you, as a gift”

   Vanya took them gingerly, placing them in her arms and leaning down to smell them. A smile formed on the womans face as she gazed back up at you.

   “They’re amazing, thank you, (Y/n)”

   “Of course, Vanya,” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before ringing her up, which she happily paid, and on her way out, you yelled,

   “Do you think we could get lunch next week?”

   “Yes!”

   And so it began, you and Vanya would meet up at the cute cafe across the street every wednesday. Talking about life and families. You learned that Vanya made up with her sister, and her brother was still clean (“It’s been a month and two weeks!” Vanya exclaimed, “This is the longest he’s gone without snorting coke, like, ever!”), and that she even had three other brothers at home. However, what truly buttered your croissant was the way Vanya reacted to the flowers you brought her weekly. You started constructing special bouquets just for your lunch dates. IT started off simple, a few bushels of myrtle, thickets of gardenias, and reams of hydrangeas.

   Then it started getting more elaborate. Wrapping paper filled with wispy lily-of-the-valley, apple blossoms, and sweet william. Wreaths of yellow iris, ranunculus, and stock. Garlands of burgundy calla lilies, coral roses, and green hosta leaves. Vanya accepted them everytime, a smile of beauty and grace on her lips. You look at her as if she were the sun the watered your precious flowers. Which was why you were going to ask her something.

   You waited patiently at your designated table in the cafe, lightly passing the new bouquet in between your hands, you were nervous. You took a breath of the hot pink peonies, pale pink sweet peas, magenta ranunculus, bells of ireland, fern fronds, and white bouvardia. The scent calmed you, causing you to not notice the chair across from you being pulled out. Vanya sat down, placing her bag on the floor, before looking up at you sweetly.

   “Vanya?”

   “Yes?”

   “I have a question.”

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