community endings

Prompt

Before the world changed, I was in a club that did volunteer work and other community services. Post the-end-of-life-as-we-knew-it, the do-gooder group became a source of hope for the nation amidst the chaos.

It’s done (I think)!

It could use a little more cleaning up, maybe, but I really like how it turned out, despite everything. I think it doesn’t look as shaky as I was expecting it, so that’s a good thing.

I wanna make some more of these little gifs, and maybe eventually make a longer animation… Idk.

Thanks to @great-taco for the critique in the previous one, ha ha, I made that part slightly longer, but I’m not sure if it’s still long enough? Critique is appreciated, friends :0

The Red Sponge: Spongebob’s Role in Enforcing an Oppressive, Capitalistic Society

Every millennial who grew up watching “Spongebob Squarepants” has come to the same horrifying conclusion: you have turned into Squidward. No matter how buoyant, how cheerful, how optimistic you were as a child, there comes a point where you begin to identify with Squidward more than any other character in the show.

You could explain this phenomenon with the disillusionment and cynicism of growing up, or the burdens of being a teenager in a post-John Hughes society. There is, however, an even simpler answer. Spongebob is an allegory for Karl Marx’s The Communist Manifesto. The show revolves around Spongebob, the hardworking proletariat, accepting a low-level fry cook job and enduring Mr. Krabs’ exploitation with a grin on his face.

The face of compliance

It’s not hard to draw the parallels between Mr. Krabs and the bourgeoisie. He’s a cheapskate who underpays and overworks his employees for his own personal gain. Mr. Krabs famously ripped off his own arms (claws?) to retrieve a dime that fell down the drain. He took his workers on a boating trip to retrieve his millionth dollar from the jaws of a giant clam. He has zero regard for his employees’ safety and almost routinely puts them in danger for his own benefit.  Mr. Krabs’ daughter, Pearl is an extension of the bourgeoisie archetype. She’s vain, self-centered, and largely unaware of others’ misfortune. She lives in a bubble, obsessed with clothes, makeup, and celebrities — because she has the leisure for such frivolities.

Remember when Pearl gentrified The Krusty Krab

Speaking of living in a bubble, Sandy is not exempt from analysis. Sandy is quite literally shielded away from the rest of the world. She represents the intellectual elite, using her privilege and higher education to jeopardize working class jobs and further the industrial revolution. Her endeavors into space mirror the Cold War-era “Space Race,” capitalism versus communism. Her voyage ends on the moon, just like the U.S.’s did. On top of her scientific record, Sandy is independent and self-sufficient, exemplifying capitalistic ideals of individualism.

If Sandy is the intellectual elite, then Patrick Star is just the opposite. Patrick represents the bourgeois caricature of the working class that capitalists want you to buy into. He is ignorant, undereducated, and lazy. He lives under a rock, likely because he can’t afford anything else — although he doesn’t seem to mind. Patrick appears to deserve his poverty because he does nothing but sleep, yet he also seems at peace with his lot. This idea of the happy, unproductive bum simultaneously vilifies and justifies the proletariat. “See, they’re poor because they just don’t work hard enough! In fact, they like being poor!” Patrick Star is arguably one of the most offensive cartoon depictions of this generation.

Blatant vilification of blue-collar workers

Spongebob, on the other hand, represents the ideal proletariat. Spongebob is hardworking, humble, and endlessly optimistic. He’s a lot like us before we realized the inherent evils of a capitalistic society. Day in and day out, Spongebob gleefully works a minimum-wage job flipping burgers with no hope of promotion. He’s a cog in Mr. Krabs’ greasy machine, but he doesn’t even realize it. He just continues to skip to work every day, chanting “I’m ready!”. Ready for what, Spongebob? Ready for the bourgeoisie Kool-aid he’s been absorbing through his poriferous sponge body.

Spongebob is the ideal worker, and as children, we aspired to be just like him. The very first episode of Spongebob showed him getting his first job as fry cook. According to the show, the very best achievement you could receive is being gainfully employed. Not only employed, but tirelessly productive and efficient to maximize your manager’s profits. Spongebob famously served busloads of anchovies at a never-before-seen pace. It wasn’t enough that Spongebob could perform his job well; he had to go above and beyond his duty in order to seem valuable. These are the principles we instilled in the youth of today. What went wrong?

Back, finally, to Squidward. Squidward isn’t like Spongebob or Patrick. He isn’t satisfied in his low-level employment. What Squidward seeks is artistic satisfaction and world renown. He covets the success of his employer without achieving the work ethic necessary for someone of his class to ascend. Squidward has realized that the cards have been stacked against him at every turn, and resigns himself bitterly to the clutches of capitalism. If Squidward were less jaded, he could be the catalyst to prompt full-scale class warfare, perhaps ending in a communist utopia. Unfortunately, Squidward’s defeatist personality and egoism prevents him from implementing social change.

Mfw I realized I will never dismantle oppressive power structures that infiltrate our economic landscape

That is why we are all Squidward. We’ve uncovered the limits of capitalism and realized that hard work may not always pay off. We’ve begun to notice the oppressive economic and social structure that infiltrates our everyday life. We yearn for something higher, but feel that change is out of our reach. We become bitter, combative, self-deprecative, and cynical. There’s a reason Squidward is the unhappiest character on “Spongebob.” Not only for faults of his own, but for his own rotten luck. The show subliminally punishes Squidward for his views, hoping to prod viewers back towards Spongebob’s blithe, unfounded optimism.

Their efforts were to no avail. Millions of millennials are finding themselves disillusioned, realizing all along that Squidward was the reasonable one. He had a right to protest Mr. Krabs’ vile working conditions, and his sarcasm was merely a coping mechanism for the injustices placed against him. Squidward is the dissatisfied proletariat, and we identify with him more than ever. The difference is, we have the energy and collective power to succeed where he could not. Together, we can rise up and defeat the bourgeoisie, establishing an egalitarian society that does not prey on the lower classes. In the words of Spongebob, “I’m ready.” Are you?

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On Cinco de Mayo, here’s how not to be a racist

Cinco de Mayo: a holiday known for oversized sombreros, mouth-wateringly delicious tacos, one too many margaritas and racism.

Every fifth of May, Mexicans and Mexican-Americans prepare for yet another day of cultural appropriation, racist jokes and perhaps a tweet or two from President Donald Trump about his long-promised border wall.

As a fourth-generation Mexican-American, I’m hoping 2017 is the year we, as a community, put an end to the appropriation and degradation of an entire culture. This Cinco de Mayo, know the difference between cultural appropriation and cultural appreciation in order to make this “holiday” enjoyable for everyone.

Before you go out and drink as many Coronas as you can, try to get a basic knowledge of what you’re “celebrating.” Frequently confused with Mexico’s independence day, which is Sept. 16, Cinco de Mayo commemorates an unforeseen victory by the Mexican army against the French at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. Puebla is located in east-central Mexico and is one of the 31 states that makes up the country.

And, while Cinco de Mayo in America is widely interpreted as a celebration of Mexican culture, the lack of appreciation for Mexican heritage, the historical significance of the event itself, and the influx of racial stereotypes has transformed the holiday into an almost unbearable occasion for anyone of Mexican descent.

Rather than subjugate Mexicans and Mexican Americans to yet another year of cultural appropriation and lack of appreciation, read up on ways you can help celebrate our beautiful heritage — and ways to help avoid further degradation of an entire culture. Read more (Opinion)

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I made a photoshop of a Tarot Spread inspired by Witches of East End. 

There was an original image of this spread, it’s called the Truncated Celtic Cross. It wasn’t pleasing to look at so I remade it myself.

But nonetheless, this spread is what the Witches of East End used frequently and I really wanted to try this spread out!


  1. The Central Issue: The theme of the entire spread, the issue at question.
  2. What Crosses You: It could be a person, or anything that’s crossing you, getting in your way.
  3. What Lies Below: Could be something you’re or the issue is standing on; the foundation.
  4. What Lies Behind (past): The past, what created this issue. Could be a person, an object, or anything.
  5. What Lies Above (possibilities): The possibilities that are above you, look up in the sky and think. Your thoughts, etc.
  6. What Lies Ahead (future): What is ahead of you. Could be a person, an object, or anything. The outcome.

The best way to do this reading is to look at the symbols on your cards, the meanings behind the card, and what it represents to you. Use your intuition!

So imagine the aliens have no concept of bilingualism. They learn their first language and than it’s fixed, and they can maybe understand a tiny bit if they meet some other alien who speaks a different variant of their language with plenty of gestures and stuff.

 So they come to earth and see a new sentient spices and freak out cause they’re afraid it’ll get violence like it did on the border in home-world where they are fighting over water rights for decades now (or at least they think it’s water rights, but nobody’s sure)  but than humans learn a bit of their language and the aliens minds are absolutely blown away. 

 And maybe their language is just super weird, do it’s really hard to learn, but kids are awesome in languages so they soak it right up. And it’s like 

Alien : “Oh no! If we speak more than a few words near your children they’ll pick up the wrong language and have trouble communicating with their own kind for the rest of their life! How can you let them near us?” 

Human: “false…cubs… lick? learn? Oh… damn it” *turns around*  Amy sweety could you helf us out here ?”

Amy: “Hello alien sir! I am Amy, and I speak English, and Russian  and Greek and a bit Alien. –Daddy can I bring Mr.bumblesniff next time to meat Mr.Alien?– Mr. bumblesniff is one of my best friends! but He’s a stuffed animal bunny, so he might be a bit confused about aliens though…”

And so, for the first few years, all translators are under 12. They are paid in cookies and a college fund, ( except when Amy told all her class mates the aliens eat puppies, and her parents decided she’s not getting cookies for a month.)  
All communication sessions end by 8, cause the translators have to be in bed by 9. 

(feel free to add to this if you want) 

Nouns in Italian are either masculine or feminine. Usually, you can guess the gender and number of a noun based on the ending it takes. Here’s how to guess most of them based on their endings.

masculines in -o and femenines in -a

Generally, nouns ending in -o are masculine and those ending in -a or -tà are feminine. Usually, masculine nouns end in -o in the singular and -i in the plural, whereas femenine nouns end in -a in the singular and -e in the plural, e.g.

  • il libro - book
  • i libri - books
  • la casa - house
  • le case - houses
  • la lealtà - loyalty
  • la bontà - goodness

Note: nouns ending in -tà have no plural form.

There are, however, some feminine nouns ending in -o, e.g.

  • la mano - hand
  • l’auto - car
  • la libido - libido
  • la radio - radio
  • la moto - motorcycle
  • la metro - underground, subway
  • l’eco - echo

and some masculine nouns ending in -a, e.g.

  • l’aldilà - afterlife
  • il lama - llama
  • il duca - duke
  • il gorilla - gorilla
  • il pigiama - pyjamas, pajamas (US)
  • il sofà - sofa

nouns ending in -e

Most nouns ending in -e can be either masculine or feminine, e.g.

  • l’arte (f.) - art
  • l’amore (m.) - love
  • il cuore - heart
  • il re - king
  • il mese - month
  • il sole - sun
  • il mare - sea
  • il latte - milk
  • il giudice - judge
  • la croce - cross
  • la fede - faith
  • la luce - light
  • la pace - peace

-e / -a pairs

  • signore, signora - lord, lady
  • padrone, padrona - master/owner

nouns ending in -(is)ma, -(e)ma, -(o)ma, -ta and -arca 

Nouns ending in one of these endings are masculine nouns of Greek origin and change to -i for the plural, e.g.

  • l’aforisma - aphorism
  • il carisma - charisma
  • il cinema - cinema (UK), movie theatre (US)
  • il poema - poem
  • il clima - climate
  • il dramma - play, drama
  • il problema - problem
  • il programma - programme (UK), program (US)
  • l’idioma - language
  • il pirata - pirate
  • l’asceta - ascetic
  • il pilota - pilote
  • il poeta - poet
  • il monarca - monarch
  • il patriarca - patriarch

nouns ending in -ore, -one

Generally, nouns ending in one of these endings are masculine, e.g.

  • l’errore - error
  • genitore - parent
  • il fiore - flower
  • il calore - heat
  • l’autore - author
  • il colore - colour (UK), color (US)

nouns ending in -tudine, -zione, -sione, -gione and -tù

Nouns ending in one of these endings are feminine, e.g.

  • la solitudine - solitude, loneliness
  • la nazione - nation
  • la definizione - definition
  • la visione - vision
  • la ragione - reason
  • la virtù - virtue
  • la gioventù - youth
  • la tribù - tribe

nouns that can be both masculine and feminine

Words that refer to people can be either masculine or feminine, e.g.

  • amico, amica - friend
  • bambino, bambina - child
  • figlio, figlia - son, daughter
  • maestro, maestra - teacher, master
  • orso, orsa - bear
  • gatto, gatta - cat

Note: a lot of animals only have a masculine or feminine form, e.g. l’uccello (bird), il serpente (snake), la lucertola (lizard), la volpe (fox), etc.

nouns ending in -essa, -ina, -trice

Nouns ending in one of these endings are feminine

  • poeta, poetessa - poet, poetess
  • principe, principessa - prince, princess
  • elefante, elefantessa - elephant
  • dottore, dottoressa - doctor
  • leone, leonessa - lion, lioness
  • campione, campionessa - champion
  • eroe, eroina - hero, heroine
  • re, regina - king, queen
  • imperatore, imperatrice - emperor, empress

nouns ending in -ista and -ante

Nouns ending in -ista can be either masculine or feminine. To form their plural an -i or an -e is added.

  • il giornalista, i giornalisti - the journalist (m. s.), the journalist (m. pl.)
  • la giornalista, le giornaliste - the journalist (f. s.), the journalist (f. pl.)

Nouns ending in -ante can be either masculine or feminine. To form their plural an -i is added.

  • il cantante, i cantanti - the singer (m. s.), the singer (m. pl.)
  • la cantante, le cantanti - the singer (f. s.), the singer (f. pl.)

nouns ending in -ente

Nouns ending in -ente are usually masculine (but not always), e.g.

  • lo studente (studentessa) - student (female student)
  • il presidente (la presidentessa) - president (female president)
  • il paziente - patient

nouns ending in -iere

Nouns ending in -iere are always masculine, but a feminine noun can sometimes be obtained by changing the final vowel if the word refers to people, e.g.

  • il paniere - basket
  • il panettiere, la panettiera - male baker, female baker
  • l’infermiere, l’infermiera - male nurse, female nurse
  • il parrucchiere, la parrucchiera - male hairdresser, female hairdresser

irregular plurals

§1 a lot of nouns describing people present a distinct form depending on the natural gender of the person, e.g.

  • uomo, donna - man, woman
  • fratello, sorella - brother, sister
  • padre, madre - father, mother
  • mamma, papà - mum, dad
  • dio, dea - god, goddess

§2 a lot of nouns are masculine in the singular and feminine in the plural, e.g.

  • l’uovo, le uova - egg, eggs
  • il dito, le dita - finger, fingers
  • braccio, braccia - arm, arms
  • riso, risa - laugh, laughs

You can read about it here and here.

See the cast of Hamilton show their support to the LGBT community this pride month!

It’s no secret that the cast of Hamilton have been allies to the LGBT community for a long time, their acts of support and unity range from founder Lin Manuel Miranda’s ‘Love Is’ speech in remembrance of the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting to the tour cast taking part in the upcoming San Fran pride parade.

Also never to be overlooked is the presence of those of the cast who are openly members of the LGBT community, who use their platform to inform and educate about the struggles that the community face, in particular it’s POC members who face discrimination even from other members of the LGBT community and are often made to feel particularly unsafe due to the denial of basic human rights. This is shocking as most of the progress we as a community have made was thanks to the suffrage and hard work of POC.

If you do one thing today, regardless of your race, regardless of your sexuality or whether or not you’re a Hamilton fan, you should strive to use your voice and position to fight for the rights of those who are denied them, yet deserve them as much as any of us.

Everyday Witchcraft

1. Meditate - still the mind, the breath, the heartbeat, open a channel through which the spirits can communicate if they wish to, listen.

2. Walk - honour the genii loci, notice the changing seasons, observe signs and omens, traverse the kingdoms of humanity, flora and fauna, give aid where it is needed.

3. Divine - build relationships with divinatory tools, sharpen skills, train intuition, ask questions, receive answers.

4. Invoke - the presence of spirits to assist in tasks, to protect on journeys, to grant guidance, maintain connections and uphold contracts.

5. Craft - use the hands to create, to construct, imbue each creation with spirit and purpose, a meal, a potion, a carving, a weaving, enchant the mundane and material.

6. Sing - the old songs, the power songs, the prayers, the chants, to heal, to awaken, to enforce, to ward, sing the sun to sleep and the moon to rising, sing in the bath, at the hearth, in the heart.

7. Read - widely and deeply, old and new, academic and popular, across boundaries and taboos, slowly and with full attention, take notes, research, reflect.

8. Write - record experiences, practices, thoughts. keep journals and grimoires, spellbooks and scripts, remember, elucidate, illuminate.

9. Draw - sigils and runes, symbols and signs. Carve, paint, scratch, blacken, redden, scrawl, in the sand, with salt, in the air, with chalk, ink, blood, charcoal, the mind.

10. Collect - herbs, woods, stones, feathers, bones, teeth, soil, the raw materials of natural magic, fill jars, boxes, bags, gather, forage, wildcraft, thrift, take that which is discarded, value the found over the bought.

11. Observe - the cycles of moon, sun, planets, stars, take heed with the eyes as well as the almanac, feel the sap rise, the birds migrate, the bulbs awaken, the leaves wither.

12. Renew - old spells, old wards, protections, and boundaries. Clean what is obscured, recast what has weakened, maintain what is working, replace what is lost. Tie up loose ends.

13. Communicate - with everything, stones, trees, spirits, the dead, that which grows in the garden and that which visits it, other practitioners, mentors, students, seekers, the younger self, the higher self, the wyrd. 

Okay can we all just enjoy the Tokyo Ghoul series the way Ishida is writing it? Its very disappointing too see negative reactions to the recent spoilers of Tokyo Ghoul :re, this is Ishida’s story. Ishida can do whatever the hell he wants with his manga and I guess no matter what people are gonna be piss babies about it and leave the fandom because a ship they wanted wasn’t canon or whatever.

Like seriously if the spoilers here or the next chapter prove that TouKen or KenTou is canon to Ishida then so be it. Its Ishida’s story. Regardless of who Kaneki ends up with it shouldn’t matter as long as he’s happy

turncoat: in defense of andromeda tonks nee black

The day after Andromeda’s world ended, she woke to a house full of life.

She rolled out of bed in soft pajamas, bare feet. One pillow was mussed and crumpled. The other was untouched, plumped just the way Ted liked it. She leaned against the headboard, pale fingers gone paler from squeezing the wood.

Her knees were creaking, her joints aching. She was forty three and she felt like she had at least a century brittling her bones. Morning light, grey and dim, dropped through the crack in the curtains, shattered to the floor. There was a sniffle. There was a crescendo of an infant’s cry. Andromeda wrapped an old blanket around her shoulders and went to her grandson.

If she had picked up the newspaper on her front step (she wouldn’t) she would have seen the garbled headlines first trying to make sense of the smoldering remains of the Battle of Hogwarts. THE END OF OUR TERROR? the Prophet screamed.

When Andromeda went out into the rest of the house with Teddy nestled into her shoulder, she had to step cautiously over sleeping bodies. In one corner, a boy with disheveled hair and crooked glasses was passed out on her living room floor, wrapped around a lithe redhead. Harry had insisted on coming to tell her about Nymphadora and Remus in person. The rest of the snorers on her floor had insisted on coming with him. Andromeda had insisted that if they tried to leave again in that state, exhausted and unfed, they’d end up passed out in a ditch somewhere and not just because she’d send a curse after them.

She didn’t know them yet. She didn’t know Harry would spend hours on all fours when Teddy was learning to crawl, demonstrating proper form, while Ginny laughed and cheered them both on with Lee Jordan-style commentary. She didn’t know Molly Weasley would fold herself bossily, comfortably, into Andromeda’s Saturday afternoons with teacakes and preserves, her mending and her sharpest gossip, kindest words.

Andromeda didn’t know that the bushy haired girl curled up on the couch would teach Teddy to read, buy him Muggle science books and help him make a potato battery for a lightbulb, that the lanky redhead bent like a long-limbed question mark at the foot of the couch would become Andromeda’s newest, brightest chess arch nemesis.

Little Teddy on one shoulder, Andromeda went barefoot into the kitchen to get down her daughter’s favorite mug and fill it full of steaming tea. Andromeda let it overbrew, watching sleeping chests, backs, ribs, stomachs rise and fall, breathe, shake. When she finally rolled the bitter liquid over her tongue, she clung to the mug, didn’t let it break the silence.

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Welllll what better way to spend the time I lost my tablet pen than to sprite some characters from favorite games/projects I’ve been following for a while and I’m looking forward to play/pal’s ocs in the style I use for my own game? I know it’s not perfect but I’m settling on it, because it was more of an exercise too, and I’m exhausted of it orz

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Take this moment to make my own “here are a few dev blogs/games I recommend” list

1st line

2nd line:

3rd line:

4th line:

This is not All of the devs I support (my supporting list grows very fast jsyk), and I apologize if you don’t see yours here, but eh, I’m just human and I can’t catch up/remember all of them… Again, sorry. But hey this is just a tiny teeny, scrappy sprite sheet, there will be much much more coming to you, hunny, I’m sure! 😉

Also, for those who don’t know me yet, check out my own devblog @pollinating-games​ because I am a shameless pos :y

lernonys  asked:

okay but if someone doesn't experience homophobia or transphobia then they're not lgbt it's as simple as that.... the lgbt community doesn't exist for the purpose of being "inclusive" it literally is by nature exclusive to people who experience homophobia and/or transphobia

No, I’m sorry, that’s simply not true. I’ve written an awful lot about this, which you can find under my ‘ace exclusion’ tag. But since there’s a lot under there, let’s hit all the highlights. Frankly, it’ll be nice to have an omnibus post I can just pass to people from now on. 

This post is not an argument of your point, it is a reference post, because you are simply wrong.

This post is going to be very, very long, and very, very US-centric. It is important to state right up front that this discussion is extremely Western-centric. I do not have the right personally to speak on gender and sexual orientations from indigenous communities of which I am not a member, but it is absolutely important to acknowledge that the colonization of gender and sexual identity of non-Western peoples is a) wrong as fuck and b) we need to knock it off and c) none of the stuff I’m writing necessarily applies to non-Western peoples/indigenous peoples. 

1) This ‘formed to fight homophobia and transphobia’ definition of LGBT is literally and completely an invention of Tumblr. It started on Tumblr, it really only exists on Tumblr, and it only exists for the sole purpose of excluding minority sexualities and orientations (not limited to but currently focused on asexuality). It’s a very recent invention and this specific definition is less than eighteen months old. Probably less than a year old, but I’ll be honest: I don’t have the time or patience to go through the history on Tumblr and read all the hateful stuff that I’d have to in order to find the first use of that particular little piece of nonsense.

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anonymous asked:

How about an imagine where f student and m tc are going on an overseas class trip? they sit next to each other on the plane and shenanigans ensue.

TC Plane Imagine.. NSFW!


July 2017, an overseas class trip was planned for 15 students. You were heading to Spain for 2 weeks. It was a relatively loosely planned trip, there were a few scheduled tours, and a few dinners; but the students attending were allowed free roam. So long as they checked in and stayed with at least one other person. You would be going to Barcelona; and, as luck would have it your crush would be attending…As a chaperone.  Your crush just so happened to be one of the 3 teachers who would be supervising the trip. The flight would take about 10 hours from the state you lived in. You arrived at the airport last, laughing nervously as your teacher smirked at you, teasing your for being late. You stood next to him, nudging him with your shoulder. The teachers led their groups over to security checks, making sure the children assigned to them were all together. The security process was rather dull, but your [TC] being there made it bearable.

Once that was over, you trekked across the airport to hopefully make it your gate on time. The teachers in charge of group numbers 1 and 2, went through boarding first. The plane this time was 4 seats across the body of the plane. Your teacher sent in the first 4 students in the group into the plane first, as though to make sure you two had gotten to sit next to each other. The plane was rather cold, but that was to be expected. You zipped up your light hoodie, as you pressed your way into the plane, closely following your teacher. In your row, there was an elderly couple; already looking sleepy. You sat closer to the window, and your [TC] on the chair next to you of course.

It took around 30 minutes until the plane was off the ground. The cabin was dark, most of the windows shuttered and most lights off. It was a 10 hour flight, and most everyone was settling in to sleep. The people across the aisle were already leaned against each other, peacefully sleeping. You noticed your teacher was still awake, scanning the plane seeing who was sleeping and who wasn’t. You decided to settle in too, pulling out the fleece blanket you had brought along. You reached up to flip off your own light; and close the window. You tapped [TC/N]’s shoulder, and lifted up the blanket. He smiled and nodded, spreading the blanket over the both of you. He gave you a mischievous look, a smirk spreading across his lips. He leaned his head against the back of his chair and used his hand to lean your head on his shoulder. You, welcomed the movement burying your face into him. He smelled so sweet as usual.

You felt his right hand rest on your thigh under the blanket, his left flipping off his own light. His fingers gently traced patterns onto your thigh, idly slipping closer and closer to your inner thigh. As he got closer you sighed softly, eyes meeting his gaze. He grinned at you and slid his hand between your legs. He rubbed the back of his hand against the outside of your jeans, safely hidden by blanket. You gasped, and bit your lip.. Understanding what that look he gave you early met. He raised an eyebrow, asking if you were alright with what he was doing~. You nodded, biting your lip.. The thrill of being caught only added to the experience.. Your spread your legs- allowing him to rub against you more. The warmth of his hands felt so good on your sex.. You couldn’t help but sigh sweetly against him. He looked over at you, planting a kiss atop your head, enjoying playing with you..

His fingers trailed up to your zipper unzipping your pants to allow himself more access..  He pressed his large hand against your panties, feeling the arousal growing in your pants.. He rubbed harder against the thin material, earning a soft moan from you.. You brought a hand to your mouth, not wanting to be caught.. Your [TC] grinned at you, and slid his hands down your panties, rubbing circles against your clit. You sighed heavily, shifting your hips against him. His fingers slipped closer to your entrance, noting the way you sighed and squirmed under his touch. His finger slid inside of you.. You let out a quiet moan as he curled his finger against your sweet spot, adding another finger. His fingers pressed in and out of you..

You were breathing rather heavily, heat pounding, an ache growing in the pit of your stomach. His thumb continued to rub your clit as he fingered you under the blanket. You felt yourself getting closer to climax.. His hand felt so good against your sex.. You gasped as you felt a lovely orgasm pass through you. You shuddered, toes curling in your shoes.. Waves of pleasure rolled off of you; you buried your face into your [TC’S] arm, covering up the whimpers coming from you. His hand continued to rub and press against you, as your rode out your climax.. He continued his movements for a moment before sliding out of you, making sure to zip your pants up.. He rubbed his hand once more over your jeans, before replacing his hand at your thigh..

You looked up at him, face flushed from the previous events.. He kissed your forehead and smirked at you.. He moved his hand from your thigh and around your waist. He tugged you closer to him, letting you rest against him more. You kissed his neck, before laying against him. You slowly walked your fingers over to his crotch, feeling his arousal with your hand… ;)

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a few storyboards for a project i never actually finished, it was going to be a short film about an aromantic girl that can see people’s “red string of fate”

If Makorra had been endgame, what would have happened? Some straight people would be pleased. They’d be able to move on to making fanart and headcanons about the characters’ future together. But Korrasami did happen, and it was literally lifechanging for bisexual and lesbian young ladies worldwide. I can pinpoint seeing those two strong, cool, loved women ending up happy together as the turning point, the #1 influence in my life that helped me to accept my sexuality in a time when I only hated myself for being gay.

So the way I see it, the only reasons someone would truly wish that Korrasami hadn’t happened are ignorance and selfishness, or just flat-out homophobia. And when we use the word “homophobia” in this context, it’s not just over something so trivial as shipping; we’re talking about something bigger here. Because for us, for my community, that ending wasn’t just fiction. It changed our world.