And yeah, this is all about bloggers who get big social capital and support in the tumblr radical social sphere despite consistently interacting with t**fs and having the same rhetoric but keeping a few token trans women as friends for show.
instead of saying “society accepts lesbians more than they accept bi/pan people!” realize that society Does Not Accept Us and that we have to fight straight people while also dealing with non-straight people saying that the lesbian identity is oppressive
you can talk about how bi/pan people face stigma from straight people and from gay people without throwing lesbians under the bus because I promise you that being treated as a fetish isn’t acceptance
Oh boy. I’m guessing that means you also don’t know PDOC about Fifty Shades of Plaid and The Devil’s Sporran either then.
Hello, welcome to the crack that is going to be my literary career, this post will be your guide.
Hunger Pangs you likely know about but here’s the origin post where @jeneelestrange straight up altered the career path of my life.
I’ll keep Public Displays of Confection short, but basically I came up with the pun and liked it so much I decided to turn it into a w/w romance about two bakers who fall in love while competing in a wedding cake contest. It’s so sweet it might actually give you diabetes. (Small humorous extract)
A Highlander’s Tail started because @thestarfishdancer is a horrible enabler and I couldn’t help from shitposting in response. Somehow I ended up being convinced I should write a thing called A Highlander’s Tail. The vague plot outline I have so far features a Scottish werewolf who becomes a retainer for a young English woman who is brought to Scotland after marrying her much older (also English) husband. (A common trope in awful American written Scottish romances.) As with most old Scottish houses however, there’s rumors abound of ghosties and goblins and things that go bump in the night. Which is absurd of course. They howl.
Cailean Glenn—our resident werewolf, does his best to make her feel welcome in his own gruff way, but when her marriage starts to flounder and she starts straying farther and farther from home as a means of distraction, he realizes the secret of the (fictional) town of Braedhuin may be at risk of exposure.
There’s all sorts of shenanigans and romantic guff, as well as fun little absurdities like were-sheep who herd themselves and win national prizes. As per @deliriumsetin‘s wishes Cailean’s best friend is a plucky Irishman,
Ruaidhrí, who seems to own an Irish setter who is often conspicuous by his absence. The setter is a downright friendly fellow though.
The Devil’s Sporran is a lighthearted contemporary romance spurred on after an article denouncing romance literature as basically sin, used the hilarious phrase “Shirtless Satan” to describe men in kilts. Some people wanted it to be the actual Devil, but for now he’s just an ordinary good looking man with a smile that can make you think very bad things.
The main focus is on Kate, an American who is the maid of honor to her college bff’s wedding to be held in Scotland where both her and her beau are from. As the maid of honor she gets introduced to all kinds of quaint traditions she’s never before encountered which you don’t really have to deal with in America. Like trying to find a real silver sixpence, taking the bride out around the town on her Taking Out, the whole kerfuffle with trying to find matching dresses for three vastly different shaped women, and realizing at the last minute she’s expected to pick out a tea set for the bride despite being a coffee drinker her whole life, and what the fuck is the difference between Wedgwood and Denby. And then there’s the groom’s best man Donnie…she feels someone should have warned her about him:
“What are you doing in here?” Kate demanded, scrabbling to cover herself with the ugly tartan shawl despite being fully dressed.
“I was next door,” Donnie informed her, eyes darting over the length of her, “looking at scabbards. Are you all right? You sounded upset.”
“I’m fine!” She protested, but even to her own ears it sounded shrill. Her shoulders slumped, defeated. “I can’t get out of this stupid dress. There’s too many buttons and the assistant has apparently run away and I can’t breathe.”
Donnie chuckled easily and the sound went curling straight down to Kate’s bare toes, hidden under the length of her skirt. It was offensive how charming this particular Scotsman could be, especially given how effortless he made it seem. She was almost certain she’d have hated anyone else for it.
“She’s helping a bride,” he informed her, “I heard crying so you’re on you’re own for a while. Let me?”
The question was so unexpected and softly spoken it threw her off guard, and Kate found herself compelled to turn as he stepped further into the changing room, pulling the curtain closed behind him. She’d half expected to be manhandled by rough hands, surprised when he began freeing her from the confines of the bodice with the utmost of gentleness.
“There now,” Donnie intoned soothingly as the dress began to slip away from her shoulders. “All better.”
“Thank you,” Kate murmured, drawing in shuddering breath, the ghost of his fingertips still hot against her spine.
“You look lovely, by the way, very,” he smiled tightly, catching her eye in the mirror, “honorable.“
Kate snorted, and moved to hold the bodice in place against her chest, aware that a good portion of her naked back was now exposed to him. “I’m supposed to look like the bride. Some tradition about keeping the Devil away.”
“Hmm,“ Donnie hummed, the silk of her skirt trailing through his fingers as he leant in, smile broadening into a roguish grin over her shoulder. “Tell me, Kate, do you think it’s working?”
Fifty Shades of Plaid started out again as a humorous shitpost when I was being salty over how Scottish history is often romanticized to make us look like tragic heroes, rather than the victims of class oppression, and cultural warfare.
It’s since turned into a serious novel which follows the standard Scottish romance style but is actually a visceral denouncement of the whole trope of Scottish romances written by outsiders with little to no regard for our heritage beyond “men in kilts look good” (a lighthearted sample).
It’s the story about a wealthy weaver and his daughter acquiring land in Scotland, after buying out a weaving town, intending to produce the cloth for much lower wages, and selling it at a far more expensive price on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh after it became fashionable to wear again in 1822 after King George IV felt like playing dress up, despite the kilt having been banned for actual Scottish people to wear for almost four decades for being considered an act of treason. Hence the title, fifty shades of plaid.
The main characters at present are called Elizabeth and Alasdair, and it will likely be years before I am done writing this. But it’ll get there, one day.
I also have various other writing projects going on, but these were the ones inspired by tumblr. I am hoping to churn one out each year, though in what order I don’t quite know.
And that my doves, is why I have no fucking time on my hands lmao.
I guess this will be a good time to reminder people that when I tag stuff “J2” it means Jared and Jensen are the subject, “Mishalecki” means Jared and Misha, and “Cockles” means Jensen and Misha. I don’t really mean I ship anything romantically, not that I have anything bad to say against those that do. And while I do frequently reblog shippy posts (particularly Cockles), that doesn’t necessarily mean I ship things like OP *might*. I just love j2m and their relationships with one another. I love LOVE. That’s all. Carry on!
Since it’s BPD Awareness Month I wanted to take a moment to remind my followers that I have Borderline Personality Disorder. One of this disorder’s characteristic features is a lack of stable identity and sense of self. I also have Avoidant Personality Disorder (AvPD) which also impacts my sense of self. Together, they make it so that I don’t know much about what I’m like other than I Am Bad. That’s my only defining characteristic in my brain, the only known constant.
As such, I have an incredibly difficult time making posts on here without asks to reply to because without a Purpose of making Something People Are Interested In, I basically shut myself down for the most part. So when I mention it’s a good time for asks or ask for feedback it’s usually more than just seeking attention (although admittedly my BPD brain loves that too); it’s also me genuinely trying to figure out what there is about me and my experiences worth talking about. Because I genuinely don’t know that about myself or why people follow this blog and without that sort of feedback I kinda crumble inwards on myself. Well, no kinda about it I do crumble inwards and start doubting myself a lot.
So I guess the point of writing this rn is both asking followers to be aware that I struggle with my PDs but also, if you have a moment, to possibly take the time to help me out and inform me what sort of content you want to see/why you continue to follow because it helps to guide me not just knowing what people care about but in knowing myself. Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read this and I guess don’t be surprise if there’s more impulsively made BPD posts since it’s BPD awareness month whoops
New theme, bio description and sidebar is up! You can expect several links to be added in the coming months, including a list of charities I am affiliated with/supporting and the various different stores and art/writing of friends as well.
Including my own links to recipes, projects I’m working on and some other fun things as well which I’m not inclined to divulge anything about just now :p
I’m also attempting to add a working search bar (hahahaha) but in the meantime you’ll just have to use the url function, so for example