and i might have to write this

A lot of this was going to be a reply to a post that was deleted but I think it is still worth saying.

There’s a “twitter rant” photoset that gets passed around every so often that equates “q*eer” and the general terms “gay” and “lesbian” as “reclaimed slurs”- this is historical revisionism.

The origin of the word “gay” (as literally everyone knows at this point) is a slang term that meant “happy”. Probably less known is the path it took to being applied to people who experience same-sex attraction. The definition began to mean individuals who were, beyond merely happy, “happy-go-lucky and carefree”, “straight” also appeared around this time as its opposite for someone more serious (i.e. The “straight man” in comedy routines), eventually the definition drifted towards hedonism and it was around this point that it began to be used a euphamism for gay people (lesbian wasn’t a distinct term yet) and gay people began to use it as well.

Now, at the same time, “q*eer” was drifting from its original meaning of “strange” towards its modern meaning but one of the earliest uses on record was by the Marquess of Queensberry- the same man responsible for Oscar Wilde’s conviction of “gross indecency” and sentence of two years hard labor which eventually killed him. That is the kind of circle that used words like “q*eer”.

Early activists groups specifically promoted the use of “gay” over “q*eer” since the latter was felt to be pejorative. Gay might not have been a good thing to be if you asked a straight person’s opinion on it but it was never a slur (and those straight people were more likely to call you a q*eer anyhow).

Q*eer began to be reclaimed in 80s (and earlier tbh) in the way slurs often are reclaimed- by refusal to be ashamed and using the word to push back (”not gay as in happy, but q*eer as in fuck you!”). And I understand some people now having an affection for it since it carried them through an incredibly difficult era in LGBT history.

But the broadening of the term removes that same power from those who may still need it, after all, saying “I’m here, I’m q*eer, get used to it!” doesn’t have quite the same bite in a world where Hipster Joe is also “q*eer” because he likes girls with short hair and getting kinky in the bedroom…. but only one of you might get murdered or have your legal rights stripped for your “q*eerness”.

Personally I feel that if you are not targeted by a slur you shouldn’t use it. But as folks are quite happy to point out: it doesn’t matter how I feel about seeing slurs everywhere- I can’t stop it. That has always been true no matter who was using the word or why.

But I also don’t have to like it. And I will point out exactly what you all are doing when you try to re-write history to suite your purpose of telling me “to get over it” because you want to apply slurs to any random social class or behavior.

tl;dr:

Gay is not and never was a “slur”.

Q*eer was- and still is- but the power of reclaimation is lost by applying to it random things like friendship. However, as is so “kindly” pointed out each time this comes up- there’s nothing I can do about it.

the art of chasing ♔ billy hargrove

concept: steve has a female best friend and billy has taken it upon himself to flirt with her just to piss steve off. that’s it. that’s the plot.

a/n: i don’t know where this came from. it just sort of happened. it’s not really an imagine bc i don’t like writing in second person or even first person, hence the reason the girl actually has a name. but i guess it can classify as one. i’ll be glad to write more if people enjoy it. also just a disclaimer, i don’t condone billy’s behavior in the show. i know he’s an asshole. but i do love dacre montgomery, so. this happened. also this has no timeframe, it’s just basically taking place randomly in season 2. each scenario is numbered separately that way i can write however many i want whenever i want. sound good?~~


just a young gun with a quick fuse,

i was uptight, wanna let loose.

i was dreamin’ of bigger things and

wanna leave my old life behind.

#1

“’Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit…’” he reiterated in a high-pitched rendition of Nancy Wheeler’s voice.

Annie’s eyebrows rose as she replaced a few things in her locker.

“Ouch,” she said, frowning a bit. “Are you sure she knew what she was talking about? I mean, she was drunk. She might not have even heard what you said. Drunk people usually don’t.”

Steve Harrington gave her a dubious look as he leaned against the locker next to hers. He inclined his head, a strand of brown hair falling down over his forehead.

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Hatpins!

Because there have been all sorts of comments on that hat pin defense post (petticoated swashbucklers unite!), your Auntie Jilli is going to give you a quick DIY hatpin tutorial. Sorry there aren’t any photos on the Tumblr post, but I’ll eventually write a full Gothic Charm School tutorial with them. 

Supplies:

  • 7″ long doll making needles
  • Epoxy putty. (I use the JB Weld SteelStik, because I hate dealing with liquid epoxy.)
  • Buttons/pins, 2 for every hat pin. (The small, round pinback buttons that most people put on their jackets or messenger bags.)
  • Needle-nose pliers

SAFETY TIP: work in a well-ventilated room. Working in a non-ventilated room with epoxy is Not A Good Idea. You also might want to wear gloves. You don’t have to, but it’s probably better than scrubbing epoxy putty residue off your fingers.

Instructions:

  1. Use the needle-nose pliers to remove the wire pins from the back of both buttons. Pull/twist the straight part of the pin until the curved portion that’s under the lip of the pin pops out. 
  2. Pinch off a slightly-larger-than-pea sized chunk of epoxy putty, and smush or mix it together. Put that in the back of one of the buttons, where the pinback was.
  3. Place the top of the doll making needle (the part with the eye the thread would go through) on top of the epoxy putty in the back of the button. Do not have the top of the needle extend past the edge of the button.
  4. Get another small chunk of epoxy putty, and put that on top of the needle.
  5. Take your second button, and put it on top of the new chunk of epoxy putty. Press all of this together. Yes, you are making a button/putty/needle/putty/button sandwich.
  6. Wipe off any epoxy putty from around the edges of the buttons.
  7. Let the whole thing dry/cure for 24 hours.

Ta-da! Hatpin! Use it to secure your hat! Use it to fend off creepers! 

Chaos Energy - What is it and how does it work?

Below the cut I will explain the nature of Chaos Energy, how it is used, what forms it has and how it affects the life forms on the planet.

TLDR;

  • Chaos Energy is made up of 2 energy opposites (hero/dark) which are blue and red respectively. super forms are pure (both energies combined) and golden. 
  • “dark forms” are actually anti chaos, which is the uncontrolled usage of chaos to absorb any kind of energy to surpass 100%.
  • “hyper forms” are achieved by receiving approval from the master emerald and activating the super emeralds in order to surpass 100%.
  • chaos control can give one special powers, stop time, make time travel possible and allows teleportation of oneself or objects (for that u need to be very skilled and know the exact location of objects u wanna teleport)

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all i need is you

“i would marry you in a dumpster”
“awww, i would marry you in a dumpster!”

or, the one where jake just wants everything to be perfect.
(post 5x06 fluff)
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“Hey.” He exhales softly into the quiet, still darkness of their bedroom - long after they’ve turned out the lights. The muted shadows of the street lamps outside illuminate just enough of the room so that Jake can just about make out the outline of his girlfriend – no, his fiancée - lying next to him, breathing silently enough that he knows he isn’t disturbing a deep sleep. 

(She looks just as beautiful when she’s an amorphous black shape as she usually does.)
(God, he can’t wait to marry her.)

“Hey, Ames - you still awake?”
“…No.” She mutters into her pillow, barely audible, and he laughs a little.
“Okay then. Guess I’ll just…talk to myself.”

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This is so surreal, but I’m nearing a follower count I have never dreamt of and Iike 98% of the time I have no idea why you follow me – THANK YOU so much,  ilysm!! 


For my celebration, I’m posting one of those bellarke manips I wanted to for ages. 

But if you’d like me taking some requests for gifs or edits (maybe icons? or whatever, I can try) or maybe - maybe drabbles (probs those short few sentence fics), do send me an ask off anon with the 👻 (silly ghost) emoji. Gif/edit requests are open for The 100 and Stranger Things, drabbles for The 100 (preferably modern au and bellarke) until the s5 trailer drops.

No rules (*except that one little thing in the tags). 

You don’t have to be following me (I won’t check) but if you do I hope you get some good content! xx

hi,  i  love  my  children:  thranduil  &  hela.
thranduil  will  be  my  forever  favorite  bc
this  dumb  elf  is  the  light  of  my  life
  ♥

Random DnD Worldbuilding
  • Male tieflings wearing skirts because having custom pants tailored to accommodate their tails is too much of a hassle
  • Firefighter clerics, wizards, and druids
  • (and the apologetic sorcerer that probably started the fire by mistake)
  • Young, forty-something dwarves joining druid circles and protesting the damage their clan mining does on the environment
  • Everyone gives up trying to categorize sexuality when a half-elf can bring their cute dragonborn boyfriend home to meet their family
  • Human kids having an awesome bearded dwarf vodka-aunt that adventured with a great-grandparent decades ago and gives the best presents
  • Ok but there are several disciplines of magic that let you bring people back from the dead wtf
  • Young punk elves barely in their 80s but yelling at humans “Check yourself knave I made out with your grandma before she even had your Da.”
  • Wizards for Familiar Rights
  • Spellcasters using ‘alter self’ and switch genders at will
  • A giant half-Orc mom adopting street kids and giving them shoulder rides
  • A normal human whose sibling was born a tiefling beating up village kids who mistreat them
  • Integrated cities made to accommodate smaller folk like halflings and gnomes
  • Would alchemists be the ones to concoct magic medications for psych disorders? Are divination clerics and wizards psychologists?
  • Convoluted age laws because a half-orc is an adult at 15 but an elf isn’t considered of-age until their first century.
  • Maybe democracies aren’t a thing in Faerûn because all you’d need is a few necromancers to literally have dead people voting
  • Bard rock bands
What if...

“Plagg, claws out.”

“Huh? Wait, Adrieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—!”

-

He’s so tired. So dead tired.

He’s so tired that he can barely function.

Still, as the model Agreste son, he has to make sure to uphold his image, just as his father taught him.

So he straightens his back and adjusts the strap of his backpack against his shoulder, and enters the classroom.

His classmates are all quiet but he doesn’t mind. He’s too sleepy to care.

He stifles a yawn and takes his seat next to Nino, giving him a casual, “hey.”

“Uhh?” Nino responds blankly.

Huh, he must be sleepy too. What a true bro.

He turns around to greet Marinette and Alya.

Alya is gaping and has her hand out like she’s texting on her phone. But her phone seems to have fallen on her desk.

Marinette is staring at him like he’d grown fifty-seven heads and laid an egg.

Seems just like usual then.

“Good morning,” he says to them, hoping the smile he offers them doesn’t look too tired.

Marinette’s eyes widen like he just sprouted an additional fifty-eighth head.

He has no energy to contemplate that so he turns around and lays his head on his desk, hoping to catch a few Z’s before roll-call.

And it’s roll-call that wakes him only a few minutes later.

“Adrien Agreste,” the voice of Miss Bustier calls out.

So he raises his hand and says—

And then he is jolted awake when Marinette starts screaming from behind him.


What if… Adrien was so sleepy that he just walks into class as Chat Noir?

Marichat May (What If…)

Write-O-Ween Prompts: Unusual and Rare Words Edition

As practice for the famous NANOWRIMO, a prompts list of unusual and rare words! I’ll try writing them: will you?

  1. Uncanny: strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way
  2. Chimerical: merely imaginary; fanciful
  3. Susurrus: a whispering or rustling sound
  4. Aubade: a song greeting the dawn
  5. Ephemeral: lasting a very short time
  6. Sempiternal: everlasting; eternal
  7. Euphonious: pleasing; sweet in sound
  8. Billet-doux: a love letter
  9. Pluviophile: any organism that thrives in conditions of heavy rainfall; one who loves rain, a rain-lover
  10. Redamancy: act of loving in return
  11. Lachesism: the desire to be struck by disaster; to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire
  12. Rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat
  13. Nodus Tollens: the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore
  14. Opia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable
  15. Monachopsis: the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
  16. Énouement: the bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self
  17. Skulduggery: devious behavior
  18. Tatterdemalion: raggedly dressed person; looking disreputable or decayed
  19. Athazagoraphobia: the feeling of being forgotten, ignored, or replaced
  20. Oblivion: the state of being completely forgotten or unknown; connotes feelings of isolation and aloofness, which lead to the annihilation or extinction of the self metaphorically
  21. Abditory:  a hiding, safe place to disappear 
  22. Hiraeth: the homesickness for a home you can never return to; a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
  23. Fernweh: the ache for distant places; the craving for travel
  24. Sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own
  25. Kenopsia: the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet
  26. Kuebiko: a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence
  27. Quiddity: the essence or inherent nature of a person or thing / an eccentricity; an odd feature / a trifle; a nicety or quibble
  28. Wayfarer: a traveler, especially on foot
  29. Nepenthe: a medicine for sorrow; a place, person or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering
  30. Gloaming: defined as twilight and dusk; the day’s end, the glittery, transient echo when time and nature meet
  31. Eunoia: literally meaning “beautiful thinking” / FREE SPACE

I wonder if I even left a mark on you. I’d like to think I was a wild flame you burnt your hands on; the red scar tissue you pick at when you feel alone. I’d like to think I am a distant dream that still calls to you in your sleep; an image you see down the hall in the middle of the night. I’d like to think you still smell me on your old clothes - linger in the ache of it. That’s the thing about the loves I never managed get out of my teeth; years later and I still find you in the loneliest of places. If you read my poetry still I hope you know how none of my words have ever managed to wash you out of their mouth. How even when I’m not writing about you, I am still writing about you.

Roommates AU

In which Draco sits on the couch and Harry walks past him and Draco’s head snaps up, because he *knows* that scent. And Draco gets so P I S S E D because, “Potter! Do you have any idea how expensive that shampoo is! It’s custom-made! And here you are, wasting it on that untamable mop of yours!” Also, there’s this other minor detail. Of course, Draco couldn’t care less about it, but… now Potter doesn’t smell like Potter anymore and… wait, did he just say that out loud? Well shit!

After that, Draco gets flustered on a daily basis.

“Potter, why are you standing so close to me? We’re doing the dishes, there’s no need for your arm to touch mine.”

“Potter, if you want to read the paper, wait your turn, don’t read it over my shoulder.”

“Potter, stay on your side of the couch!”

Of course, Harry doesn’t. And eventually, Draco stops complaining. Well, he doesn’t exactly stop complaining…

“Potter, my skin is all chafed because of your stubble.”

“Potter, do it harder for Merlin’s sake!”

“Potter, what is it with you and cuddling?”

“Potter, where are you going? Take me with you?”

And they lived happily ever after.

Fall For You (M) | 03 (Final)

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 13,742
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings
A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

Part 01. Part 02 + Drabbles

Mood music: X

A mistake.

It absolutely had to be a mistake.

There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.

You didn’t love Jungkook.

You loved his dick. And that was all.

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Seduction at Hogwarts

    *On Valentine’s Day*

Yuuri: *pushes a card into Victor’s hands and runs away before he can say anything*

Victor: *reads* “Orchideous? More like orchide-you, because you’re more beautiful than a rose.”

Victor, melting, blushing, wants his magical boy: Yuuuuuuuuuuurriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Milla: Knowing Victor, I have a bad feeling about this…

    *Later, in the great hall at breakfast*

Victor: Baby you must have transfigured into “just my type”

*Yuuri swallows his orange juice the wrong way. Phichit chokes on a pancake*

    *in apparition class*

Yurio: Focus, baldy, or you might splinch some forehead.

Victor, staring at Yuuri: God I wish those pants would disapparate…

   *in Charms*

Victor, whispers to Yuuri: Are you casting wingardium leviosa? Because I know one thing that always goes up around you…

Yurio: So help me Merlin, I will hex you.

    *In Defense Against the Dark Arts*

Victor, winking: You can succ-tum my sempra.

Yuuri: *face of blush* That doesn’t even make any sense…

Victor: Fine. How about: I wanna Expelliarmus so hard all over your-

Yuuri, laughing: no no no nooo!!!

    *Victor catches Yuuri looking at him in the corridor*

Victor: Did you just think “levicorpsa”? Because I can feel myself rising.

Yuuri: *blushes so hard he spontaneously ignites*

    *In the library*

Victor: Please let me alohomora my way into your heart ❤

Yuuri, whispers: Only if you promise to colloportus yourself in there and never leave…

Victor: Oh Yuuri!!! ❤❤❤ always!!! … They say “silence in the library”, but I know one person the neighbours won’t be able to Silencio tonight…

Yurio: *throws Hogwarts: a History directly at Victor’s head*

    *In Divination*

Victor: Yuuri, I must be a seer!

Yuuri: How do you know?

Victor: Because I can prophesy that you’re my destiny! 

    *in Care of Magical Creatures. Yuuri adorably snuggles a pygmypuff*

Victor, sighing: A Hungarian isn’t the only thing with a Horntail around here.

Yurio: DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF??!!??

Milla: Victor’s sense of shame is where the vanished objects go.

    *after a bad Quidditch match, Victor finds Yuuri to comfort him*

Victor: Did you just accio my heart? Because I am here for you.

Yuuri: *hiccups and smiles, pushing weakly at Victor* Victor stop!

Victor: But that one was sweet, no?

Yuuri, shyly: All of you is sweet.

Victor: *implodes, heavy breathing* marryme.