Imagine if they made Allura a lesbian in season 3. Imagine if they gave her a canon permanent girlfriend and they’re both happy and alive and healthy. Imagine if they made Shayllura canon. Imagine showing consistent scenes of Shay and Allura talking through a sci-fi version of video chatting. Imagine Shay becoming a full reoccurring cast member and there being scenes where Shay and Allura are a Power Couple and kicking ass together, side by side. Imagine.
Alternate title: “Levels of Racism: Why White Fans and Creators Have a Responsibility to Confront Our Biases”
So here’s a thing I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’m pretty sure it’s nothing new and if anyone knows of resources written by Black people that address this, please send me the info because I definitely want to read them.
(Also if I’ve misstepped or misspoken in any way, please let me know. Criticism is welcome.)
Part of the difficulty of discussing racism, particularly with other white people, is that we don’t actually think about the same thing when we talk about racism. The way I see it, there are three levels:
Individual beliefs and actions that are rooted in racial prejudice
Subconscious racial bias that comes from socialization
Systemic racism enshrined in institutions of power
There are probably more in between, and obviously these aren’t strict black and white categories; there’s a lot of overlap and blurred lines involved. I don’t know if any particular level is worse than the others, and I don’t think I’m qualified to speak on that. But I think these work well as large bucket categories.
The problem is that often people are talking about different levels without actually realizing it. When I try to get my parents to understand why level 2 might lead them to judge Colin Kaepernick’s method of protest unfairly, they respond as if I’ve accused them of level 1 racism. When I tell my coworker that I don’t like the Bruins because the crowd booed PK Subban every time he had the puck, I can tell he’s desperately trying to come up with a reason other than race because he doesn’t want to accuse an entire stadium of people of being level 1 racists, when really the problem is probably a mix of 1 & 2.
And obviously, they’re all bad. They’re all racism and we should fight against all of them. But I think we have to fight against the different levels in different ways, which is why people get frustrated with these conversations.
Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.
For the rest of the night, since (Y/N) abruptly left Sebastian’s apartment, he couldn’t help thinking what went wrong. Each moment of interaction flashed through his memory with excitement and glee. Her laugh, her smile, how perfect it felt to have her wrapped under his arm and leaning into his side. Maybe that was the problem…
The following morning, Sebastian listened closely for any indication that (Y/N) was awake yet. It was a Saturday, which meant (Y/N) shouldn’t have anything planned and was more than likely still in bed. Just as he made up his mind to text her to see if everything was okay, his phone started to ring in his hand.
“Hey,” she said in an airy tone.
“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice much more groggy than expected.
“I’m real sorry about last night,” she hurried to say.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he rolled onto his back and shoved his free hand through his hair. “You’re okay though, right?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m okay,” she said, her voice softer than normal which only lead him to paying more attention to the rise and fall of her breaths through the phone.
“Good,” he stated before filing the awkwardness of the conversation growing. “I’m sorry if I did anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, Seb,” she sighed with a forced laugh in her voice. “It wasn’t you. I just had a pretty rough day and–”
“And forgetting about your homework–”
“Did not help at all,” she laughed as they continued to finish the other’s sentences.
“Well, are you doing anything today?” he asked hesitantly, not wanting to know if it was too early to be asking her to hang out again.
“Come on, Seb, you know I don’t make plans until I’ve had caffeine,” she grumbled. “Want to come down for coffee?” (Y/N)’s heart started pounding as she heard the words leaving her mouth. She couldn’t believe that not even six hours after her bathroom breakdown, where she vowed not to get any closer to him romantically, that she was asking him over to her place.
“I actually got a text from Anthony a few minutes ago; Chris, Elizabeth, and Tom are all in the area and we are going to meet up and get breakfast at Veselka,” Sebastian stated.
“What’s that?” (Y/N) asked as she rolled over onto her side and shoved her phone between her head and the pillow.
“A little Ukrainian spot on second,” he said, fighting the urge to fall back asleep.
“Oh, well have fun then,” she said softly, trying not to sound upset.
“You do realize I’m inviting you, you dork,” he laughed.
“Well, Sebastian, you did not say ‘(Y/N) would you like to ’–” she was cut short by his groaning from the other end of the line which was completely audible through her ceiling.
“(Y/N), would you like to join me at breakfast this morning?” he asked as his laugh continued to echo through each of their bedrooms.
“Will there be coffee?” she asked back.
“Yes, (Y/N) there will be coffee.”
“Okay, but I’m holding you to it. If there’s no coffee–”
“If there’s no coffee then you and I will find a coffee shop, leave, and then come back with enough caffeine to keep both of us satisfied, okay?”
“Sounds like a plan, Stan,” she chuckled.
“Oh God,” he huffed. “You’re back on that again?”
“Who said I was ever off it?” she teased. “See you in ten?”
“Meet in the lobby!” With that their conversation ended and each returned to their solitary lives. Quickly, Sebastian responded to the group chat.
Chococcino:I’m headed toward the restaurant.
Chrissy Boo Bear:I’ll be there in fifteen
Thin Lizzy:I put in a reservation for four
Vanilla Ice:Make it five, please
Spidey-Kid:Is Robert in town?
Vanilla Ice: I invited my neighbor, if you guys don’t mind
Spidey-Kid: Is she hot?
Chococcino: T.F. Tom!? Have you seen sexy sea bass?
Thin Lizzy:I added another, Sebastian
Spidey-Kid: It was just a question, tweety bird.
Vanilla Ice:Thanks Liz
Chococcino:Come on, kid. Birds eat bugs for breakfast
Spidey-Kid:You can’t scare me into not coming, especially not that Sebastian’s sexy roommate is coming
Chrissy Boo Bear:I believe her name in Seb’s phone is Cute Neighbor, but you were close Tom
Upon reading that last message, Sebastian turned his phone onto silent, slid into a pair of jeans, and pulled a sweater over his head. He snatched his house keys from the kitchen counter, grabbed his leather jacket from the coat hook, dropped his phone into his back pocket and hurried to the elevator, only to be stopped on the floor below him by (Y/N) jumping on.
“Wow,” she sighed upon looking at him. “You’re way more dressed up than me.”
“I’m wearing jeans,” he protested.
“Well normally you only wear basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Jeans are an improvement.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her as she filed into the elevator and leaned against the thin rail behind them. He looked over her body as her knee high tan boots traveled along her legging clad legs, a loose burgundy sweater fell to her mid thighs beneath a black leather jacket, and the red, pink, and grey silk scarf he got as a souvenir/thank you gift for watching his house while he was in China, hung around her neck.
“You look great, (Y/N),” he smiled as his eyes finally landed on hers. (Y/N) fought the fluttering of her heart as tickled her ribs the second she noticed Sebastian’s eyes trail her body. Just friends, (Y/N), she told herself. You’re just friends. Realizing they were less than a mile from the restaurant, the pair started walking. It didn’t take longer than for the pair to walk a block down the road before he was spotted by some fans.
“Sebastian!” a few teenage girls yelled while flocking toward him.
“Hi,” he smiled while waving gingerly to them, stopping in his tracks as they tried to take photos. Quietly, (Y/N) tried to hide herself behind Sebastian or jump out of the photo’s frame as the girls approached.
“Do you mind taking a picture with us?” the girls asked.
“Not at all!” Sebastian smiled to the girls as they quickly pressed themselves on each side of him and tried to take a selfie.
“Here,” (Y/N) offered while stepping toward the collection of people crouched, trying to get the perfect shot of their favorite celebrity. She took each of the girl’s cell phones and took at lead three photos on each phone before returning them to the teens.
“Thank you so much!” one of the girls cooed to Sebastian and then turned toward (Y/N). “You’re a life saver!!”
“You’re so lucky,” another started fawn over (Y/N) as she glanced over her shoulder at Sebastian.
“Excuse me?” (Y/N) asked only for the girls’ attention to flow back toward Sebastian.
“We don’t want to keep you,” they smiled before walking past (Y/N) and making obscene sexual gestures with their hands and whispering ‘bag him for the rest of us’ out of Sebastian’s earshot. Quickly, Sebastian slid his hand along (Y/N)’s arm as she stared after the teenagers who had just pranced away.
“Come on, we’re going to be late,” he said while pulling her along and locking his arm in hers, in a protective manner as they passed a number of strangers, all giving her strange looks. She could see the gears turning in their heads: they second guess whether they actually saw the Winter Soldier on the street and then once they realized they had in fact seen the actor, they do a double take only to see the all too young, awkward, and average girl beside him.
(Y/N) had hoped that the negative looks and attention she received would fade as they got to the restaurant, but was sadly mistaken. Of course the group of Avengers casually gathered together for breakfast drew attention to themselves, but the onlookers’ confusion was only enhanced when presented with the newest, most unrecognizable face at the table: (Y/N)’s. Who was she? Was she a new Avenger character being introduced in Infinity War? Was she Sebastian Stan’s latest play thing?
She was thankful as Sebastian pulled out a chair for her that was blocked from a lot of people’s sight due to the proximity of the chairs seated around the rather small table. She slid in gracefully with a shy smile on her face, trying not to stare at anyone looking at her for too long. Sebastian fell into a seat beside her and smiled at his friends as he shrugged his coat from his shoulders.
“Sorry we’re late,” Sebastian muttered as he turned backwards to hang the coat on the back of his chair. “We got stopped by some fans.” (Y/N) immediately wanted to correct him and say ‘you were stopped,’ but thinking back to the interaction, she realized that he three girls said more to her in passing than to him.
“I can see why,” Tom muttered under his breath as his eyes diverted from (Y/N) to the menu in front of him. Is this fucking real? she thought to herself as her heart pounded in her chest. Some random teenage girls encourage her to fuck Sebastian five minutes before Tom Holland inadvertently hits on her…is this the life she’s going to have to get used to so long as she keeps Sebastian in her life?
“I’m so sorry,” Sebastian muttered while turning back to the table and gesturing toward the girl on his left. “Everyone, this is (Y/N); (Y/N), this is Anthony Mackie, Lizzie Olsen, Tom Holland, and Chris Evans,” Seb introduced everyone around the table from his right around to her left.
“Hi,” she smiled lightly and crossed her legs uneasily beneath the table.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Elizabeth smiled adjacent to (Y/N).
“We’re glad you could make it,” Chris’s voice invaded her left ear.
“Thanks for inviting me,” she smiled softly at each of them.
“It was our pleasure,” Tom replied with a smirk. (Y/N) fought the blush that threatened to rise into her cheeks.
“Stay in your lane, Ketchum,” Anthony teased. “She’s not a femme fatale like Hilda.”
“The fact that you knew that both startles and impresses me,” (Y/N) laughed at Anthony’s Pokemon Black and White reference.
“I have three kids; there is no silence, there is only Pokemon,” he groaned through laughter.
“For once you’re the only one in the group with kids,” Sebastian teased.
“Yeah,” Chris added, “normally you’ve got Robert or Jeremy.”
“Now I’ve got a bunch of young singletons,” he chuckled. “You are single, right?” he asked while locking eyes on (Y/N).
“Um, yeah,” she said softly. Anthony tried not to notice the smile begin to fade from Sebastian’s lips nor the one on Tom’s face begin to grow. “I’ve just been really busy and it wouldn’t be fair for me to be in a relationship when I can’t give any more than forty percent,” she tried to explain.
“Forty percent?” Chris asked.
“My schedule is pretty full,” she said and ducked her head, trying not to have the destiny of the situation fall even more heavily on her shoulders.
“(Y/N)’s working at CUNY’s undergraduate English department as a student teacher while working on a master’s degree in forensic psychology at John Jay,” Sebastian explained, lightly dancing around the situation in hopes that the others don’t draw too much into their situation.
“That’s incredible,” Lizzie said from across the table. “Become the female Spencer Reid; men can wait!” (Y/N) laughed as Lizzie smiled. A low, forced chuckle, escaped Sebastian’s lips.
“Isn’t Spencer Reid that skinny nerdy kid on Criminal Minds?” Anthony asked.
“The one who’s a literal genius?” Tom interjected.
“That’s the one,” Seb smirked proudly.
“Damn, that’s a lot to live up to,” Anthony laughed.
“Not really,” Sebastian added while putting his hand gently on (Y/N)’s arm.
“Seb, come on,” she laughed.
“Seriously, though, she has a genius level IQ, give or take three points.”
“Oh gosh this is embarrassing,” (Y/N) muttered as the table laughed At their collective chattering, (Y/N) felt her heart lift and a smile curl onto her face.
“Don’t think of it as being embarrassing,” Chris encouraged her, “we’ve come to understand Sebastian loves to brag about his cute neighbor.” (Y/N) dropped her face to her menu and Sebastian’s ears turned red. He offered a light, embarrassed laugh as he faced the rest of the table. Sensing the young woman’s discomfort, Elizabeth rose from the table and asked if (Y/N) would join her to wash up before their food arrived. Quickly, (Y/N) left along side Lizzie and the three men continued the conversation.
“Come on guys,” Sebastian groaned.
“We’re just shooting the shit with you,” Anthony chuckled.
“I know what you’re doing,” Seb stated.
“Well then pick up on it,” Chris replied. “She’s great, man.”
“Wait, are you serious about her?” Tom asked hesitantly.
“What do your spidey-senses say?” Anthony teased.
“Why, what’s wrong with that?” Sebastian asked Tom, shocked to find himself questioning the kid for dating advice.
“Dude, she’s like, my age! You guys give me shit all the time for being younger than you and now you’re trying to hook up with someone who’s barely older than me.”
“But (Y/N) doesn’t look like she’s twelve,” Anthony snapped back trying to encourage Sebastian.
“Looking a certain age doesn’t make you that age,” Tom muttered. “She said it herself that she’s not able to give more than forty percent in a relationship and you’re not getting any younger.”
“Thanks for that,” Sebastian grumbled.
“I’m saying if you’re looking for more than casual dating, finding it in a twenty-one year-old probably isn’t the best choice,” Tom explained. “Besides, she’s probably wanting to get another degree after this and focus on her career, and you’re not going to be around much because of yours. You’d really make her chose between you or her job?” Sebastian’s head fell lightly and Anthony glared at Tom as the girls returned.
Sebastian glanced up at the woman hurrying back to his side with a smile on her face. “Hi,” she called to him, a cheery smile pulled across her face. His hopeful eyes flashed up to her and the smile on his face faded as he chewed anxiously on the inside of his lip. He couldn’t get the thought out of his head that (Y/N) may be too young for him.
Was putting work in front of (Y/N) fair to her? Was it fair to expect her to do the same? Was giving sixty percent in hopes to receive forty worth the risk of them being torn apart or thrust together? “Yes,” he stated to his own thoughts, quickly smiling across at the woman beside him.
I want to make a blog that literally just takes random screenshots of the show and points to an inconspicuous person/object and says “HAWKMOTH” and the blog will be titled hunting-hawkmoth or something equally stupid
Our parent’s lives were rich and rosy,
Days were peered at through the silver lining of that assumed eternal youth,
before realising that age is inevitable.
So, the brush of time paints a streak of grey through their hair,
and one day, staring at a mirror, they are convinced to do ‘the done thing.’
The bells have chimed,
they’ve followed friends down the aisle,
they’re cradling you in their arms and looking in your eyes,
in the ripples through your iris,
that forges the paths of their lost youth and splintered dreams.
They’re tearing through albums,
pointing out friends they lost touch with,
living only in the past to preserve your future,
teary-eyed, they turn up the radio to hear the first few bars
of a song from their adolescence reminding them,
that they had their own ambition, once.
“Bucky, Baby, come on. You know this will work.” Natasha
whispered into Bucky’s ear.
Her sharp, red fingernails made their way down his naked
chest. She had just finished giving Bucky one of her famous blow jobs. Famous because
almost every man in the tower had experienced one.
“I can’t have her give up her own country. We need them,
Natty. Without them, Russia can take us over. We have almost won the fight. We are
almost to the finish line.” Bucky tried telling her.
Natasha had to keep from rolling her eyes. She couldn’t believe
that Bucky still thought they had a chance against her Mother Country. They were
powerful and brutal. There was no way in hell that Romania would ever beat
Russia in this war.
“Babe, just think of it. If you give that whore’s country to
Russia, then she will no longer be a Queen. We can marry and I’ll be your
Queen. Just think of it. It’s all you have ever wanted. Me, by your side.” She
She had been trying to steal the Romania throne for years. Ever
since she took her first trip to Russia. No one knew that she was approached by
the Royals of Russia. They took her under their wing and taught her to be a
“Nat, you know I can’t. We can still be together, even if I have
to marry her. I love you, Natasha. I will always love you.” He said while
trying to land a kiss on her pouted lips.
She dodged his kiss and placed her head against his chest. She
moved her hand from his chest, down his abdomen, and to his soft cock. Her slender
fingers wrapped around him. His breath was caught in his throat.
“Just think about it, baby. We can be unstoppable.” Under her
breath she added, “and I will be unstoppable.”
Bucky was too occupied to notice her last words. Or the fact
that she didn’t love him back.