Okay so since I’m the one who’s been complaining about soft hearted OC or Y/N, I think I owe y’all this. I keep track of every single fanfiction I read on a rec blog (but it’s in French and not on tumblr) so I figured I should make the same thing here.
I just had to be her. The one he fell in love with, the girl who was
taken away from her brother, got aged back to being sixteen- forgetting
my memories for 28 years in the process, and then having to jump into a
giant portal not knowing where I would be taken. “He thinks I’m Robin
Hood’s twin sister who got kidnapped by Peter Pan for two decades.”
It’s over 300k long and it’s mindblowingly good. The author recreated the way the episodes work, she swtiched between past and present scenes that intermingle really well and everything is perfect. She did incredibly well with so many characters and the OC has depth and is relatable. Also, she’s a ‘bad guy’ technically.
The long drive to your destination was apparently worth it, seeing how the lodge you were currently looking at had to be the most exquisite you’d personally seen with your wide eyes. The woodwork along the lodge was so detailed and this place was massive! You guessed it was at least three of your houses put together. “This is it.” Jongin confirmed as he pulled the trunk of his car open to pull out his suitcase, as well as yours. He set each one down against the grass beside the car.
Alyssa Kai: As a trans woman in punk, I try to find beauty in a faux-inclusive scene that’s never perfect – and occasionally awful
On the back of my closet door hangs what I refer to as my “femme punk vest,” a light blue vest covered in pins and patches, with a patch reading “femme on femme” stitched to the back, a souvenir from a favorite performance group of NYC queers. My partners had punks vests, and I wanted one too, but not a black one - one that reflected my gender performance. I assembled my vest during a period of my life when I was trying my hardest to be a “true” queer - the kind that is in utter rebellion against all social expectations, who thinks marriage is the ultimate betrayal, that encourages polyamory and promiscuity and a dozen other kinds of nonconformity. And it’s not that I think most of these stances are bad in and of themselves - even as a monogamous, engaged queer I see the value in many of these allegiances. But I also want to stake a claim against the argument of this article because I know a lot of abusive queer punks, mostly masc of center folks, but they come in all stripes. My abusive ex partner comes across as a good queer punk by these standards, but as a shitty person otherwise.
The reality for me is that the punk ethos was used to make me feel unwanted and unattractive because I wasn’t promiscuous enough. It was used to convince me that I wasn’t allowed to set boundaries in my relationships. It was used to set me up as mutually abusive when I did try to establish limits or responded to things out of my own vulnerability in a way my ex found unacceptable because it limited their rebelliousness. And ultimately it has alienated me from a lot of people and spaces I once called home.
So somehow it is unsurprising to find among the list of people this author cites as her home community, the artist who tattoos my ex partner - they may or may not still be friends, but I panic a little bit every time that artist’s work comes across my dash in fear that with it will come my ex - as well as the last author I remember my ex trying to get me to read - the author may be a lovely person, but my ex used her work as a chance to label me a transmisogynist because I had other reading priorities and ensured it would become a book I could never approach (and as a women and gender studies grad student and someone with a BA in both English and Women’s Studies, my list of reading priorities is and always has been long and diverse).
While middle-class white men may mostly run the movement as far as this author can see, there is definitely a case to be made for white upper-middle class queers having their own dangerous stronghold. Both of these things can be true at once, and both of these things can make the punk scene dangerous for all women. We can’t let queer punks as a whole stand in for the less dangerous wing of the scene, when too many of us know otherwise.