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SDCC Steven Universe Panel Highlights

I thought I’d summarize some details on the San Diego Comic Con panel for anyone who wants it.

The panel at SDCC opened with a live singing of the theme song.

Zach Callison is the moderator. He introduced the guests: Michaela Dietz (Amethyst), Deedee Magno Hall (Pearl), Estelle (Garnet), AJ Michalka (Stevonnie), and of course Rebecca Sugar. He gives her congrats on the Emmy nomination (which is for “Mr. Greg” if you didn’t know). Then he asks the other cast members some questions. This is all paraphrased, not direct quoting.

Zach to Michaela: What Amethyst quotes do you use most in daily life?

Michaela says that when she wakes up, she makes noises that sound like her Gem is cracked. Then she says maybe she should change her answer to “womp womp.”

Zach breaks in with “Which way to the baby war?” as his favorite.

Zach to Deedee: What songs do you sing around the house?

She responds “Which do I NOT sing?” She likes “Love Like You” in the shower. “Steven and the Stevens” when she’s doing dishes, and “Peace and Love” a lot lately. Her kids are learning the songs on piano and ukulele, so there’s lots of SU tunes happening in her house.

Zach to Estelle: How has the popularity of the show affected your music career?

Estelle basically says a new generation of people are noticing her music and realizing she is the singer on songs they encounter in the wild. Zach says he grew up on “American Boy.” ;)

Zach to AJ: How has Stevonnie changed since their first appearance?

She says Stevonnie has learned a lot, and has more confidence now.

Then the cast does a great little line read of the scene when Stevonnie first appears, beginning with them barging in with “Pretty cool right?” The voice actors all say their parts and perform it slightly differently, which is cute. Then they do a version of “Here Comes a Thought” with Estelle and AJ!

Zach to Rebecca: What’s next on Steven Universe?

(Of course she laughs.)

Rebecca says the show has recently had so many huge events, so there will be lots of fallout, like a roller coaster from here on out. Then they show a clip. It’s sort of like a trailer. It’s all about Lapis’s conflictedness not wanting to get caught in another war, Homeworld’s future actions, Pearl being unable to properly explain the context of everything even though she wants to, and Greg not knowing his place in all this.

Zach says he hadn’t seen it yet.

Then they talk a bit about the Save the Light game coming out. A trailer for the game pops up and it includes footage that hasn’t been seen. Including a new character: Squaridot, a Peridot from Homeworld.

Rebecca was very involved in the making of the game. She says having a console game is a dream come true because they could do so much more than with the small mobile game, Attack the Light. There are Fusions and original characters, and the mechanics are relationship-based, and Greg is a player character who can play guitar. She likes that Squaridot is a Peridot who hasn’t made the kind of progress that Peridot has made. They segue to say Shelby Rabara (Peridot’s voice actor) is taking over social media for the week.

Then they talk about the Art and Origins book being out, and how there’s a SDCC-exclusive version. Launching also is the podcast, a 10-episode production, about the production of the show. McKenzie Atwood is the host. Rebecca and Steven were Episode 1–I’ve already heard this (and I seem to recall there wasn’t really a lot of new info except that the Gem writing in the Kindergarten will say who each section belongs to if you can read it, and that a lot of Ishtar imagery was used, including the 7 lions and the stars). Rebecca did episode 1 of the podcast with her brother, and says she wishes she could do everything with Steven. Zach and Grace are Episode 2.  

They talk about how the soundtrack Volume 1 is out, and announce that a vinyl version is out in fall! A limited-run Stronger than You and Love Like You vinyl single is out for SDCC.

Then they play a name-the-song game with SU cosplayers. They complimented a Pearl cosplayer’s cool spear too. They read lyrics, tell what song it’s from, and if the player gets it right, they win a vinyl single. Quiz songs included “Love Like You,” “Wailing Stone,” “Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart,” “Steven and the Stevens,” “It’s Over, Isn’t It,” “What’s the Use of Feeling (Blue),” and “Comet.” Most people got them right, but if they got it wrong they got to try another one.

Then there’s a Q&A, which I’m paraphrasing the 12 questions:

1. Audience member: Fluorite is a polyamorous relationship, right? What inspired it?

Rebecca said she went to an LGBTQ center in Long Beach and chatted about what stuff they really wanted to see. Poly relationships came up. (So yes, that’s confirmed, though in my opinion it really didn’t have to be since they were pretty clear about it!)

2. Audience member: Fan theories–do they influence you or do you have a master plan?

Rebecca says she loves fan theories, but they work way further in the future, so no, they really don’t influence what the story does. She has loved reading the theories about the trial, because some are onto something, and some are like way off. Zach says the good stuff gets downvoted a lot.

3. Audience member: Says a favorite character of theirs is Rainbow Quartz, and wants to know will we see a version of her with Steven?

Rebecca says of course she can’t give spoilers, but that Rainbow Quartz 2.0 would inevitably be different. Then she quickly says, “Forget I said that.”

4. Audience member: How old is Lion? Have we seen all his powers?

Rebecca says it’s a good question and can’t say exactly. The episode “Buddy’s Book” gives a hint at the general time when Rose was spending time with seven lions. That’s a gauge for how old Lion is. She implies that Lion does have more to show us about what he can do.

5. Audience member: Regarding the “Off Colors” episode, which Off Color do you relate to?

Rebecca immediately says “Rhodonite, the neurotic.” Then Zach says he relates to Padparadscha because he’ll trail off in the middle of a sentence. Deedee says she relates to that too.

6. Audience member: On writing music for the show–any challenges?

Rebecca says it’s very challenging–they’re given no extra time to work on the songs. “Mr. Greg” was most challenging of course. Zach is glad the Emmys recognized Rebecca’s extra hours. He said he had a hard time when his voice changed. “Puberty is a thing,” he says, while talking about some songs he struggled with.

7. Audience member: Will there be a Blu-Ray?

Rebecca would like it. Making it happen will take more moments like this (the panel, people showing up for the show).

8. Audience member: Did Yellow Diamond shatter Pink Diamond?

Dude.

Zach: “We won’t tell anyone what you say Rebecca.”

Rebecca just says she’s really excited about the next run because it was a chance to do a real murder mystery.

9. Audience member: What inspired you to use gems/rocks?

Rebecca: “Aesthetic! It’d look cool!” But she learned a lot about myths. Smoky Quartz was fun to learn about gem trivia for, building important symbolism into their character. Estelle said gems are just really pretty, that’s enough of a reason.

10. Audience member: How often do you write a song and then build an episode around it or vice versa?

Rebecca says it depends. Character stories will need a song when dialogue just isn’t enough. “Here Comes a Thought” was unusual since it came before the episode. She wanted it to be a tool to teach kids about mindfulness meditation.

11. Audience member: Do you anticipate what’s going to be popular on your show?

Rebecca says on the inside they focus on loving what they’re making. Team ideas that are spur of the moment seem to catch on most with the fans too. They discuss Padparadscha’s immense popularity. Sapphires are sort of Zelda-like, Rebecca says, and she wanted one who reminded her of Peach. Lamar Abrams came up with the idea of making her hair kinda look like a crown to increase the feeling that she has a matching vibe.

12. Audience member: On Lars’ development: was it planned initially?

Rebecca says it happened naturally. He’s one of the oldest characters in the show, and she was drawing him in college. Lars-n-Sadie comics are older than SU. (This was already known but apparently some people didn’t know they predate the show.) So of course they were always going to be important. (Zach says Lars was important in the pilot for calling Steven names.)

i mean they literally did not have to do that :( the whole purpose of RBB was for us and they put out so many fires with that. when we were scared and panicking and like turning in ourselves they’d post pics specifically so we could find stuff and be distracted (REMEMBER WHEN THEY BLURRED OUT ALL THE KEY ON THE COMPUTER EXCEPT FOR RAINBOW LOL), and they fought a stupid potato cause it made us feel upset and invalidated and they literally did not let that go!!!! they hated that thing!!!!, and they’d just let us know they were okay with the little smiley faces or frowny faces and when they had frowny faces we were ready to rally around our boys and FIGHT and i don’t think i ever took it for granted cause it was so special but now that they’re gone it just hurts lol like i haven’t gotten over it pls come back 

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So I’m working on a thing for these two dorks and have have been sketching out a lot of stuff :V I just finished the book like a day ago and stayed up til 4:00 am reading and then going through the Snowbaz tag these two will be the death of me I love them

What I’ve learned so far is that we need more phots of Baz grinning thank you for your time
how religion works in Lithuania

it’s funny how statistics say that ~70% of lithuanians are catholic because I know for sure A LOT of us are atheists. not to mention, we are still pagan as heck.

the statistics only show the number of baptized people and baptizing is sort of tradition of our nation. (during occupation religion was one of the main things that helped us to fight for our independence. communists were strict atheists so of course we did everything that they hated). but baptized person doesn’t mean a believer in Lithuania. f.e. from my 24 classmates only 1 boy identifies himself as catholic, other say they are atheists/pantheists. but 23 of 24 are baptized (I am that one person who is not like others).

and having in mind all the pagan stuff we do, the whole “Lithuania is catholic” stuff seems really stupid. we celebrate more pagan holidays than christian holidays. and our “christian holidays” are just pagan celebrations with christian names. we do spells and tell christian fairytales on Christmas (seems like catholic thing to do, yes?), our Easter is 90% pagan, the celebration doesn’t evolve christianity almost at all. we still celebrate Vėlinės, Žolinės, Joninės, Užgavėnės and they are 100% pagan: spells, tales, enchantments, we still do that.

we name our children with baltic pagan names and then we give them another, holy name. our language is still influenced by paganism (example: we call rainbow the Ribbon of Witch), we still have a lot respect for snakes and bees (they are holy animals in paganism).

basically, paganism is alive and it’s in Lithuania. hiding, lurking in the shadows of catholism.

the lego movie sentence meme.

sentences taken from the 2014 film, this may contain spoilers !!

  • “I only work in black and sometimes very, very dark grey.”
  • “ If this relationship is going to work out between us I need to feel free to party with a bunch of strangers whenever I feel like it. “
  • “Yeah, but it’s gonna look really cool.“
  • “You don’t have to be the bad guy. You are the most talented, most interesting, and most extraordinary person in the universe.”
  • “And you are capable of amazing things. Because you are the Special.”
  • “Right now, it’s about you. And you… still… can change everything.“
  • “Darn, darn, darn, darny-darn!“
  • “ Look, um… I watch a lot of cop shows on TV… isn’t there supposed to be a-… Isn’t there supposed to be a good cop?“
  • “Hi, buddy! I’m your friendly neighborhood police officer! Would you like a glass of water?“
  • “Oh, my gosh, my hands are stuck. My legs are stuck as well.“
  • “I super hate you.”
  • “All I’m asking for is total perfection.“
  • “Don’t think he’s ever had an original thought… in his life.“
  • “That’s literally the dumbest thing I ever heard.”
  • “That’s real music, _____. It’s dark and brooding.”
  • “Hey, I can be dark and brooding too - Guys, look, a rainbow!“
  • “I’m here to see… your butt.“
  • “Hey, uh, listen. Do you think you can explain to me why I’m dressed like this?“
  • “Blah, blah, blah. Proper name. Place name. Backstory stuff… “
  • “I’m so pretty. I like you. But I’m angry with you for some reason.”
  • “Great. I think I got it. But just in case… tell me the whole thing again, I wasn’t listening.”
  • “ Then I guess we’ll just have to wing it.“
  • “You know the rules, this isn’t a toy!”
  • “We did, but the way I’m using it makes it an adult thing. “
  • “I’m just gonna come right out, I have no idea what’s going on or what this place is at all.”
  • “You just said the word “no” like a thousand times.”
  • “I hate this place”
  • “ Any idea is a good idea except the non-happy ones. Those we push down deep inside where you’ll never, ever, ever, EVER find them!“
  • “Come with me if you want to not die.”
  • “I have no experience fighting, leading or making plans. It’s going to be really hard.”
  • “WIPING YER BUM WITH A HOOK FOR A HAND IS REALLY HARD! THIS BE IMPOSSIBLE!”
  • “Ah, we gotta write all that down ‘cause I’m not gonna remember any of it.”
  • “He’s coming, cover your butts.”
  • “Ideas so dumb and bad that no one would ever think they could possibly be useful.”
  • “The only thing anyone needs to be special is to believe that you can be. I know that sounds like a cat poster but it’s true.”
  • “But how could I just decide to believe that I’m special when I’m not?”
  • “ Y'all ready for this?”
  • “Oh no, they were ready for that!”
  • “Your mind is already so prodigiously empty that there is nothing in it to clear away.”
  • “Honey? Where are my paaaaaaaants?”
  • “Oh my G-O-S-H!”
  • “_____? Uh… who’s that? Sounds like a cool guy.”
  • “If ____ can’t see that then he’s just , well, he’s just as blind as a guy whose eyes stopped working.”
  • “What’re you losers talking about? Thought I’d help you guys out. Left the weird cat thing to stall.”
  • “Hey, not so special anymore, huh? Well guess what? No one ever told me I was special!”
  • “But as unspecial as I am, you are a thousand-billion times more unspecial than me!”
  • “You need to be more friendly!”
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It’s late sunday evening! You know what that means! Obligatory crappy Zesty X episode 22 reaction crack doodles, here we go! Of course it comes with a list of pros and cons, like always:

+actual fighting! Hooray! As if somebody finally realised what I’m here for. I want more actual fighting hellions, not party members fighting each other. You could give me entire 20 minute episodes consisting of nothing but Sorey and Rose wrecking shit with rainbow sparkle powers, and I’d enjoy it, honestly. MOAR.
+Wow. Like, holy crap, that is the shippiest.sappiest.gayest next episode preview skit in existence. Why not using the letter skit from Asteria next time? The night before the optional stuff and sidequests because Distracted By The Goldsaucer ™ final battle in the game was even shippier and sappier and gayer, though, I want it back.
+Rose armatized!

–are we sure Dezel is gonna survive this?
–Rose, who has raised you? It’s not nice to either of them to first promise Alisha to marry her do a cooking course with her and then lie down in Dezel’s arms, get your priorities sorted
–shoo, Rose, armatization rocks, come on, you know you love it, your AI let’s you do it all the time in the game
–Sorey being mean to Mikleo, I decided to fix it. How is the boy not sleeping on the sofa all the time
–at least he said “thank you” for once? I mean, he owes Mikleo at least a trillion “thank you”s more, but it’s a start, right?
–why does Alisha get a magical transformation sequence and Rose doesn’t? I’m disappointed
–still not a fan of her armatization for characterization/plot reasons, but at least it gives me an excuse to draw Team Shepherd Sailor Senshi, now updated from duo to trio
–yes, Zaveid, as usual, you’re summing up everyone’s thoughts: PLOT WHAT PLOT!??? I swear I produced very inhuman and very indignant noises throughout most of the episode. Mostly sarcastic laughter. Zaveid for president. And RIP Symonne. I suppose it won’t take more than an Azure Assault to take you down!

I wanna eat pumpkin mousse now, I love pumpkins and one of my favourite dishes is pumpkin pie ôo.

anonymous asked:

Louis: *comes to a photoshoot* ok so do ya lads have like white shirts, some green here & there, some gay stuff, like hard gay but no rainbows we don't wanna be obvious, ehh, can be rbb&sbb related, also folllow my husband on social media ok, ok, and can we like do similar angles to these? *puts out an album of Harry's photoshoots*

is this louis sending me the exclusive of an actual transcript

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Tagging: @dont-hate-relate-pls

What they want: Chuck and the reader aren’t together but they have a fluff moment in the kitchen while cooking.

Lines: “I see you developed a daddy kink while I was gone.” and “Only for the ultimate daddy.”

Warnings: none besides fluff if that’s even a warning.

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We were a couple, yet we weren’t.
It’s been like this for years now. Every since me and Chuck had met at ‘Rogers Coffee Home’ we had what people would call an on and off relationship, but that’s the point we aren’t dating.
Were friends with feelings for each other but we wouldn’t ruin our friendship so we have like a co-relationship as Chuck called it.
Right now here I stood in the kitchen along side Chuck who was mixing the food coloring with the pancake batter, Why? because we decided to make rainbow pancakes.
“So Chuck how have you been with all the” I waved my hands around making a face between sarcasm and a frown “you know heaven stuff?” I asked.
Chuck simply chuckled at my attempt to start a conversation. “(Y/n), I get that me being God is hard to believe but do you really have to ask about you know” he raised an eyebrow at me a playful smile dance across his face “heaven?” I smiled to myself and turned around using the spoon I was cooking with I patted Chuck on the butt part of his jeans. “I mean it’s a little weird since your my boy-friend”
(Y/N) (e/c) eyes widened at her sudden thoughts. “wait your God and all so you created us humans, which means you created me!” Chuck laughed and I continued “Does that mean you saw my v-card. I mean your God and all so you see and hear all does that mean you saw when I lost-” before I could finish I felt a splash against my face. My eyes closed to avoid ettinga anything in my eyes when i opened them I saw a laughing Chuck smiling at me his white teeth beaming with the help of the morning sunlight flashing through the kitchens small windows.
“Get back to cooking.” He chuckled at me going back to mixing the colored pancake batter, acting like he hadn’t just hit me with it.
“You cant tell me what to do meanie, it’s not like your my daddy!”
As I sassed Chuck his sturing movements stoped as he turned around facing me. “I see you developed a daddy kink while I was gone.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words, I turned back toward my batter and smiled glancing over my shoulders at Chuck.
“Only for the ultimate daddy.”

Behind The Scenes 3 (3.5/???)

Author’s note: So I’ve been looking over the parts of BTS 3 that I have so far… and omg I just want you guys to get to the Japanese cities! To me, that is where I notice most of the drama happening! Sorry that this part is shorter than the last, but its because its the continuation. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: drama??? idk

Word count:1720

City: Beijing, China (3rd day)

Summary: Jungkook’s late bithday outing continued

WARNINGS: Physical abuse

Other Parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


Jungkook slowed down even more, taking in the image of Suga all over his “girlfriend”. Suga was standing over y/n as she stared up at with a smile on her face. “What the fuck are they doing? Why are they holding hands?!?”

-

BACK TO Y/N

“Ah-hem!” You and Suga turned to find Jungkook standing next to the two of you. “So… What’s going on here?” he asked.

When you saw Jungkook, you immediately pulled your hands away from Suga.

“Y/n is cold.” Suga said blankly.

Jungkook looked down at you. “Then let me be the one to warm you up!” He smiled. He pulled Suga’s sweater off you and placed his own jacket over your shoulders.

Jimin cringed his face when he noticed Jungkook was back. “Are you guys done?” he asked. “Let’s get going!”

“We’re going.” Jungkook said grabbing your hand.

-

After visiting a few more stores, you all found an adorable candy store. It was wall to wall candy and decorated so colorfully. In a rush of excitement, you all dispersed across the store.

You happened to have followed Suga when you both got excited about looking for the chocolates. Sadly, Jungkook’s hand found yours and he kept you close to him, staying by the giant lollipops. You were staring up the rainbow colored ones at the top of the shelf, when you felt Jungkook give you a back hug, “Can we do a “time out” real quick?” he whispered into your ear.

“Yeah.”

He pulled you to one side of the store with less people.  “So, earlier when I saw you and Yoongi, its best that like- just don’t do stuff like that with him. It would have been bad if a fan saw you guys.”

“Oh, well it’s not like it meant-“

“I don’t care what it meant or didn’t mean, just be careful cuz people are always watching!” he snapped.

“…Ok…” you peeped.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Sorry… it’s just… trying to keep up with the whole truce thing…”

“Yeah. I get it… Thanks.”

“…Time in? Or did you want to say anything?”

You shook your head. “Time in.” To sort of make up for it all, you pulled Jungkook into a hug.

He wrapped his arms around you. “C’mon, let’s get ourselves a shit ton of candy.”

“But I still don’t have any money.” You whispered.

“I know. I’ll pay for it… Just please don’t buy any cotton candy.” He laughed.

“I won’t.” you smiled

You both went around the store, goofing off, picking out candy and playing with the little toys they also sold.

After about half an hour, you all bought an armful of candy and went back to the van. On the ride home, you sat with Jungkook because you both decided that it was best to post an update.

“Hi ARMY!” Jungkook smiled. “Again I want to thank all of you for the happy birthday wishes. The guys, y/n and I just finished my late birthday outing. Right Jagi?” He asked pointing the phone at you.

“Yup.” You smiled shyly.

“Where did we go?”

“Um, we went shopping for you… We went to eat and you forgot your phone.” you laughed. “Then more shopping, then we got all this candy!” you smiled, holding up the bag of various candies.

Jimin poked his head into the shot. “Look at all this chocolate!” He exclaimed, fanning out a few chocolate bars.

Jungkook zoomed in on the bag of candy he bought for the two of you. “All this candy and it’s still not as sweet as my jagi!”

“Not that dumb line again!” Jimin yelled. He took the phone from Jungkook. “Ok ARMY, for all our sakes I’m going to end the video now. Bye!”

The rest of the ride back was chill. You all mostly showed each other what you got and just ate candy.

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The three of you came back in to the hotel room to find V already sleeping in the bed he shared with Jimin.

“Tae! Wake up! We got candy!” Jimin exclaimed as he jumped on top of V to wake him up.

You and Jungkook giggled at Jimin’s hyper mood as you both walked over to your side of the room. For some reason the lights were off, but you could have sworn you left them on when you left. “Maybe Tae turned them off when he got back.” You thought.

You placed your candy on the dresser and slipped off Jungkook’s jacket.

Both you and Jungkook froze when you noticed a figure in your bed.

“You fucking scared me!” Jungkook shouted.

Jimin and V went to the halfway point of the room to take a peek at what was going on.

The lamp next to the bed flicked on and illuminated Rap monster’s face. Under the yellow light the features of his dark expression looked much more intense. “Did little y/n have some fun?” his voice was dark and stern.

You knew not to ignore him, but you didn’t know how to answer him. “Um- I- uh-“

Rap monster stepped off the bed and slowly made his way over to you. “Wasn’t the city so beautiful? It must be so fun to go out and travel and see the world! This must feel like a vacation, doesn’t it?” He questioned mockingly.

The others stayed motionless as you struggled to think of something to say. “Umm, I-“ you could  feel yourself taking steps back as he inched his was up to you.

Suddenly Rap monster clamped his hands around your throat and slammed you against the wall. “Listen to me you fucking bitch! This isn’t some fucking getaway! Just because we aren’t at the dorm, doesn’t mean you can go around getting comfortable!” He tightened his grip and you couldn’t breathe.

Your finger reached for his hands, but you were already weak and your attempts did nothing.

“Let go of her!” Jimin shouted. He ran over to try and get Rap monster off you.

Rap monster swiftly slipped one hand off your neck and used it to elbow Jimin in the face as he came up to him.

Jimin quickly fell to the floor on impact. “Fuck!” He huffed as he grabbed his eye.

Rap monster pulled you close to him and then slammed your head against the wall. “I own you! Don’t you forget that!” He spat. His hands loosened from your neck and a smirk grew on his face as he watched your body slide down to the floor. With nothing more to add, he calmly left the room.

“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook asked once the hotel door clicked shut.

Jimin came up to you, still grabbing his eye, “Y/n, how’s your head? It sounded really bad.”

“It hurts.” You whimpered.

“Tae, go get Minho over here. Jungkook, stay with y/n. I am gonna to go check my eye.”

Jungkook crouched down beside you. You tried to get up but he softly held you back. “Just stay there.” He said softly. “If your head is hurting, you don’t want to risk anything. It can be serious.”

It took a while, but V eventually returned with Minho. Minho checked Jimin first, simply giving him an ice pack. When it came to you, he did a quick run through and asked you a few questions. “Well, you don’t seem to have a concussion.” He concluded. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Just take some pain relievers and you should be fine.” He handed you some travel packets of medicine he had in his pockets.

You quietly thanked him and he left the room.

Jungkook carefully helped you up from the floor and you tried to just get over it and wash up. Sadly, you only had the strength to brush your teeth. You took the medicine and slipped under the covers.

Jungkook later joined you, going under his sheet. You noticed he was a bit surprised to see that you were still awake, just staring at his pillow. “I thought you’d be asleep.” He whispered.

You shook your head.

“You okay?”

Again, you shook your head.

“… Wanna talk about it?”

You looked up at him. “Is he really willing to talk to me?” you thought. You moved yourself closer to him and nodded.

“Um, who do you wanna talk to? Yoongi? Hoseok? You always talk to them about this stuff right?”

“Oh…” you thought. “So, he doesn’t want to talk. He just doesn’t want to deal with me.” All you did was nod at him again.

He got up from the bed and headed out the room.

“Where are you going?” you could hear Jimin ask.

“Just go back to sleep.” You heard Jungkook say as he closed the door behind him.

Not even three minutes passed when you heard the door open. You heart sunk when you only heard one set of footsteps come into the room. “I knew they weren’t going to come.” You thought.

The steps came over to your side of the bed. The lamp was flicked on and Jungkook sat himself at the edge of the mattress. “Umm… Well, they were awake, but, uh, they aren’t really gonna be much help to you right now…”

You gave him a tiny nod and turned over on your side. You could feel your tears falling, but you didn’t bother to wipe him away. What mostly kept you from doing so was the fact that you could feel Jungkook staring down at you with pity.

He turned off the light and made his way to his side of the bed. However, instead of going under his sheet, he went under yours and moved up next to you. “I know that I’m not Yoongi or Hoseok, but if you still want to talk, you can…” He offered awkwardly.

You wiped your eyes and moved closer to him. You tried to talk to him, but your voice was so shaken it was mostly series of whimpers and mumbles. Despite your inability to form actual words, he still listened to you.

Unlike when you were both pretending, Jungkook wasn’t as physically comforting. It wasn’t until you were just plain crying that he hesitantly brought you into a rather awkward hug. Only occasionally did he say, “It’s okay” or “Just don’t think too much about it.”

Runaways Vol. 3 #1
By Rainbow Rowell and Kris Anka

IT’S GOOD! 

It’s not perfect, but its’ actually an enjoyable read!  I chuckled a few times, they sounded like themselves.  Overall, good stuff. 

The main odd thing that struck me in this part was the apparently third person limited narration.  It’s not something you see often in comics and it’s a little off-putting, but that’s the worst thing I can throw at it.

Also, I had to share this part. 

Yes, Nico.  Let us never talk about it.  Or at least if we do, we do so with spit and venom for the thing that created it. 

I want to do a proper review when I can sit down longer and really dig into it because I think there’s some merit in a story breakdown.  

Listen up??!

So I’ve had this idea for a while and was definitely inspired by @danandphilsurvey … Essentially it’s a census of a fandom. Asking things like “when did you join?” “Do you have a fan account?” “Do you draw fan art or write fanfic?” And I think that this would be interesting for this fandom because there’s no way of knowing how many of us there are (whereas, in the phandom, you can just look at subscriber/follower counts of the youtubers) We can also figure out who reads the book. How many people are in the lgbtq+ community? How old are most people? What is the gender ratio? And other things like “what other rainbow stuff have you read?” “What made you read the book?” Anyway, maybe it’s not a good idea, but if you like the idea, I need it to be spread. My blog is too small. I need this to reach the bigger blogs! Idk if you like the idea, reblog. If you think it’s dumb, just don’t do anything ok cool

Spring Break (M)| Part 2

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

Part One | Part Two

Word Count: 4,019

Genre: Smut, College AU, filthy smut, Angst  dear lord I’m sorry

Sneak peak - “So you’re really ok with this?” Namjoon raised his eyebrow as he took a seat on his bed, coincidentally the same spot you had caught him in last night. Except for this time he had on clothes and his underwear weren’t hugging his ankles.


What even was sleep at this point? You refused to leave the lounge area, knowing that if you headed back to your dorm, Namjoon would be there waiting there with an excuse he memorized. His shirtless body was ingrained in your mind and you didn’t know if you could look at him the same again. Fucked, that’s what you were.


All you could hear was Namjoon in your ears moaning your name, and by the sounds of it, it wasn’t the first time. Was this what all guys friends did, or was Namjoon just fucked in the head. Technically you were in his head. Oops.


5 A.M came rolling in on a white horse and you were pretty sure that Namjoon was already off to work by now. Exhausted, you got your numb ass out of the chair you been warming since last night and shuffled back to the dorm. You knew you looked a hot mess but you didn’t care what you looked like, only cared about getting out of yesterday’s clothes. The rest you’d deal with later.


Just opening the dorm door gave you flashbacks and you shook them off before heading to the bathroom to take the longest shower of your life before getting ready for class. You still had plenty of time to just lounge around but you didn’t bother taking advantage and you rush out the door once again.


Damp hair and all, you took your time walking to class, taking in more of school than you had before. Of course, after walking like a slug to class you still end up being almost the first there. Taking the seat you had the other day, you sat there with what you wish was a blank mind as you doodled on a fresh piece of paper.


“Is this seat taken?” Hoseok smirked as he pulled out the chair next to you. You gave him a greeting smile as you watched him slide into the chair while dig through his bag.


“So how’d you sleep last night?” he asked while taking out his notebook with a smile


The question itself made you want to crawl deeper into your seat but instead you decided to push the thoughts further out of your head. “Slept like a baby” you quickly lied.


“At least one of us did” he mumbled with a small chuckle that followed.


You tilted your head as you turned more to look at him, “what do you mean?”


“Well, let’s just say… It was hard” Hoseok began rubbing the back of his neck.


You didn’t know what to say as you stared at him blankly, letting his words register. Just then the teacher decided to make his grand entrance. It was obvious by the teacher’s gestures that today was going to be a very long, very boring day in class.


“Hey…” Hoseok nudged your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N - you okay?”


Your eyes blinked open slowly, and you felt your face flush with embarrassment as soon as you realized what had happened. Glancing frantically up at Hoseok, you hissed, “How long did I nod off for?”


He chuckled, “Only a second. I just saw your head bob and figured something was wrong.” He pointed at the lectern where the teaching was introducing yet another series of boring equations. “See? You didn’t miss much.”


You breathed out a soft sigh of relief, but cast a few quick glances around you to make sure no one else had seen your little “mini-nap.” Most of these people were sophomores and you couldn’t count on them to forget this little incident before you arrived as a student in the fall.


As the teacher droned on, you leaned back in your seat, trying to make the most out of “classes” before the College Days Program ended. Beside you, Hoseok chuckled.


“Geez… you look dead. Guessing you didn’t actually sleep either.”


For some reason the question made you blush and you ducked your head down, pretending to be interested in the book in your hands. “Is it that obvious?”


The rest of class went the same way, a whole much of boring lectures that you had already forgotten once the teacher’s words settled in your ears. You could feel Hoseok giving you small glances every so often and you fought to keep yours straightforward - let alone, open.


Soon as class was dismissed Hoseok pulled you to the side. You were both standing just outside the classroom with your back against the wall with him in front of you.


“ So about last night..” he trailed off with a smirk curling around his lips and he scratched the back of his head. “I’m sorry it had to end so soon”


For some odd reason you were feeling bold by his shyness, “it’s fine as long as you make it up to me”


“That won’t be a problem as long as you keep your volume at a level 2 next time,” he joked and you playfully shoved his shoulder as you remembered why all the fun had ended the first time.


“Did you get back to the dorm room ok? I’m sorry I should have walked you back”


What a mess that would have been if he had. You felt your face heat just thinking how what would unfold if Hoseok had walked you back. Before you could even bother answering, you watched Namjoon approached from the corner of your eyes.


He walked directly towards you and you wish you had been invisible but shortly felt Namjoon’s hand grabbing your wrist.


“We need to talk.”


Without any further words, he began yanking you down the hall and you gave a sorry look to Hoseok on Namjoon’s behave while Hosok watches you being forced away in confusion. You were pissed but you expected this to happen sooner or later.


“First of all you look like shit,” Namjoon said over his shoulder as you unlockers the door.


You folded your arms across your chest as you followed him inside, “Wow thank you I’ve always wanted to hear that”


“Sorry”


An Awkward silence fills the room. This was totally like Namjoon always changing the subject and pointing out the obvious when he was nervous.


“So about last night, that meant nothing I was just-”


“I got it Namjoon,” you fanned him off.


“Really because I-”


“Dude it’s fine I should have knocked and like you said, these are co-ed dorms anyways so what really is privacy.” The atmosphere was already awkward you didn’t need any reminder of last night when it was still quite vivid in your brain anyways.


“So you’re really ok with this?” Namjoon raised his eyebrow as he took a seat on his bed, coincidentally the same spot you had caught him in last night. Except for this time he had on clothes and his underwear weren’t hugging his ankles.


You cleared your throat, “yeah, we’re friends right?”


He took a short pause, but you couldn’t read his eyes as he stared at you expressionless.


“Yea, right”


“Well good talk, I’m gonna go say sorry to Hoseok again for his rude roommate. Did you really have to make a scene?”


Namjoon scrunched his nose and raised his eyebrow, “Would you have followed me if I hadn’t?”


“Ok, fair enough,” you said with a slight nod.


You both couldn’t hold back your laughs because knowing your stubborn self, there really was no other way to drag you into the room without literally dragging you like he had.


“What are you doing tonight,” he asked out of the blue. You thought it over and as far as you knew, your schedule was clear for the rest of the day.


“You think later we could grab something to eat and rent a movie or something?”


The offer reminded of old times when this was something you guys did together almost every day after school. It’s been so long since Namjoon went off to college first and now that you had the chance to do the old things again it made you smile and without any further thoughts, you nodded your head.


“See you later then,” you said before leaving the room. At least that was finally out of the way.



It didn’t take much to find Hoseok as you first checked the nearest cafe on campus. You caught his eyes and sent him a tight lip smile as you made your way over to him.


“I’m sorry about earlier, Namjoon had something to tell me that probably could have waited, but you know him,” you said as you slid into the seat across from him.


“You sure everything is ok?” He leaned over to peer into your eyes.

Putting on your most natural smile - which, thinking back on it probably didn’t look normal at all - you nodded, “I’m fine.”


He accepted your answer, though he didn’t look completely convinced. A few moments later, he leaned over again, “Isn’t there this huge assembly meeting today for you upcoming college freshman’s?”


“Ugh…” you grimaced. “Yeah, the question and answer thing.”


“Wanna hang out with me instead?”


You giggled at the question as if your answer wasn’t already obvious enough, “Um, duh.”



“You’ve got to be kidding me.”


The room Hoseok had been crashing in while you slept in Namjoon’s room had pretty much the ultimate geek set-up imaginable, for a college dorm anyway. He had a PS4 and XBOX consoles with two separate towers of games, a Wii with its cables neatly folded, and - hell, yes - a Nintendo 64.


“Nope - not kidding.”


“AND HE’S GOT THE OCARINA OF TIME!”


Hoseok laughed at your outburst, “Yeah, and he’s got a couple two player games, too.”


He shouldn’t have said anything. In an instant, you were on the floor beside the bed digging through the glorious collection, “Banjo-Kazooie, Super Mario, Donkey Kong, Pokemon Snap, Starfox, Perfect Dark - oh, my God! We have to play this one.” you held up Mario Kart and smiled. “Seriously - I want to do the rainbow bridge course.”


He grimaced, but took the game from you anyway, “I hate this game.”


“What? Why?”


“All the falling off stuff and the banana peels make me rage quite a bit.”


“But you like Assassin’s Creed. You fall off stuff all the time.”


“Well, this is different. Because it’s cute. So it’s more insulting.”


You laughed, flopping on the floor and grabbing a controller. “If you’re going to be so mopey, I’ll let you be player one.”


“Actually… I was wondering…”


When you looked over at him, the soft smile had turned into something almost wolfish, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Wondering what?”


“Let’s make it interesting. How about…” he hesitated, and you saw the faintest of blushes creep up his cheeks, “… if one of us loses a round, we have to discard a piece of clothing.”


you felt a tingling between your legs, and you bit your lip to hide the satisfaction on your face when you agreed to his terms.


Besides, you were fairly confident in your Mario Kart skills. He was going down.


Sure enough, he was the first one to lose, and off came one of his shoes. you frowned at him, having expected him to start with something a little bigger, but he just laughed, “It’s a shoe. It’s on your body. It counts.”


“It’s cheating.”


“No, it’s not.”


“Well… it’s not fair. You’re wearing socks under your shoes, I just have your flip flops. That’s two extra pieces of clothing for you.”


He winked at you, “Then you’d better not lose.”


It was a challenge, and you knew it. But, you really can’t win against the thunderbolt powerup. You’re not sure how he did it, but he got two of them and managed to win - ahead by two laps. Off came one of your flip flops.


Next was his second shoe, both his socks, your second flip flop, your headband, his shirt…


Whoa… you did a double take when he removed his first “real” article of clothing, taking his taut stomach and muscles. There hadn’t been any doubt before of how sexy he was, but now to have visual proof - you could barely contain yourself. your clit throbbed between your legs, and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks when you realized how wet you had become in the short time I’d been staring.


He grinned at you, and you gulped. If you lost this next one, the next thing to come off would be either your shirt or your pants. And you weren’t wearing a bra.


As we started the next round, nervousness began to give way to excitement, and somewhere after that you stopped caring about winning or losing, or even staying on the track. It was hard enough knowing that a shirtless hottie was sitting next to you and that you had to keep your hands off until the game was over. So, of course, due to your inattention… you lost.


Hoseok set down his controller and nodded to you, “All right - what’s it gonna be?”


You met his gaze squarely, before hooking your fingers under the hem of your shirt and pulling it off. As your breasts fell free of their confinement, Hoseok caught his breath and you heard him swear softly as he stared at you.


“Damn…” he licked his lips. “Those are… I mean, you’re… fuck,” he cursed again in embarrassment. “I’m sorry - I don’t know what to say. You’re so beautiful, and -”


“Are you just gonna sit there or are you going to make a move?” you interrupted, scooting a little closer. He nodded, and you smiled at him.


Yesterday you wouldn’t have dared to ask such a thing. But you were bolder now than you had ever been. And you knew exactly what you wanted.


He didn’t need to be asked twice. Gently, his hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs running across your nipples. You were so horny, and your tits were so sensitive, so you gasped when he took them between his fingers and rolled them back and forth.


Before you had much time to react, Hoseok’s mouth was upon them - licking, sucking, kissing, and you whimpered as sheer desire coursed through you. Somewhere in that last second the both of you just… gave in. The careful young man he had been a minute ago had somehow transformed into wanton rogue that knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Whatever had changed - it made you want him even more, if that were possible.


His hands roamed your body, from your cheeks to your shoulders to the dip of your waist, stopping at the rise of your jeans. His fingers slid beneath the fabric and you bit your lip, frantically moving your hands from his broad back to undo the button and zipper of your pants. The moment you was finished, he slid them, and your underwear, off.


you were completely naked, and yet every shred of nervousness you had felt before melted away. you wanted this. You wanted him. And, judging by the bulge in his pants, he wanted you too. you reached for his pants, but he caught your hands and pulled away from you.


“What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up so you could peer into his eyes.


Hoseok shrugged, “I… I really like you, but… if you’re not ready, we don’t have to do this.”


You almost laughed. Here you were, naked and practically begging to be fucked, and there he was - being chivalrous. It would have been the cheesiest thing, except, from the furrow in his brows and the concern in his eyes, it seemed he really meant it.


It was… unexpected. Sweet.


You have never been good at flirting - all that eyelash batting and booty swaying, it just wasn’t your thing. Whenever you did it, it always seemed awkward and out of place. So you didn’t. And yet somehow, you found yourself alone with this amazing person and you hadn’t even had to pretend to be one of those “sexy, popular” girls. you had just been you.  For christ sake - you’d just been playing Mario Kart, of all things. Who does that?


So, in answer to his question, you just smiled. And you hoped that somehow you could convey in that one smile just how much you wanted this.


It worked. His grip on your wrists relaxed and you pulled yourself free, scooting forward and reaching back down to the button and zipper of his pants. Your eyes traveled down across his chest, his flat stomach, and to the button, you was struggling with. Nervousness more than anything put the slightest tremble in your fingers as you managed somehow to undo the button and pull down the zipper.


Hoseok slid out of his jeans, and you caught your breath at the bulge in his boxers. He smirked a little bit at your obvious gawking and pulled you both to our feet, guiding your hands to the waistband of his underwear, “Go ahead, take them off.”


So you did - slowly and carefully. you pulled the material down his legs and your eyes widened at the monster in front of you.


“Oh, my god…” you breathed, your hands reaching up to encircle his length. It was so thick… It wasn’t as long as you imagined, but it was wider, and so very, very hard. It pulsed beneath your touch and you almost whimpered - you was so crazy wet. Would he even fit in you?


Tentatively, you leaned forward, flicking your tongue across the tip of his cock and felt him shudder. Encouraged, you flicked your tongue again, snaking it across the small opening, and then down the underside. Slowly, your tongue moved back upwards and your eyes met his own just before you slid the head of his cock into your mouth. Hoseok’s breath hitched, and he rested his hand on the back of your head as you bobbed back and forth on just the tip.


“Fuck… yes.”


Feeling a little more daring, you lifted your free hand and grabbed the base of his cock, pumping in time with your mouth. He was more than a mouthful - and that was just the first few inches. But you wanted to try for more, and you gingerly pressed forward, taking him in until it almost hurt. You couldn’t fit all of him in your mouth, but your hand made up for the difference, and you sucked him fiercely until he was panting. On your head, his fingers grabbed your hair - more for balance, you guessed, since he hadn’t tried changing your pace.



Your jaw was beginning to ache, so you bobbed once more deeply and pulled back, smiling at the pleasure written across his face.


“My god…” he managed after a moment, pulling you again to your feet and then pushing you back against the bed. “You’re so fucking sexy…”


Flat on your back, you spread your legs for him, almost aching with how badly you wanted to feel that cock inside of you. Covering your body with his, his mouth reached for one of your nipples while his hand reached down to rub your sensitive clit. you gasped at the onslaught as his fingers alternated between sweet torture and agonizing pleasure.


You were on fire - every flick of his finger brought you closer to an orgasm and you thrust your hips forward at him, begging for more, aching for release. He took his time, however, until he felt your body begin to tense beneath him. You saw something flicker in his eyes as he withdrew his finger, and you whimpered at the mischievous smile on his face.


Before you could say anything, he covered your lips with his and pushed the head of his cock into your throbbing cunt.


The sound you made at the sudden entrance was somewhere between a growl and a groan, and you squirmed beneath him when he hesitated.


“It’s okay,” you murmured. “You won’t hurt me.”


Slowly - oh, so slowly - he pushed the rest of his cock inside of you. you let out a guttural moan, feeling just how very tight a fit he was. As it was, it was uncomfortable for only a few moments, but your cunt adjusted to his girth, and within a few more long moments he was buried all the way inside you.


“You’re so tight,” he said, his teeth gritted.


“Fuck me,” you urged him, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down for a passionate kiss. When he pulled his cock out, you almost cried - it felt so empty without him inside of you- but then he thrust forward again and you whimpered as he once again stretched you out. How could something hurt and yet feel so, so good?


But he was too slow - too nice - too considerate. And you wanted to be ravaged. With a growl, you pushed him off of you and settled on top of him, rubbing your smooth pussy against the underside of his cock. He leaned his head back and groaned, and you held your breath as you plunged yourself down on his massive member.


The pleasure outweighed the pain this time, and a few thrusts later, it was all gone - lost somewhere in a fog of bliss. He filled every part of you, touching places you hadn’t known existed, and you rode him with a furious passion.


“Y/N,” Hoseok grunted. “I’m… getting close. You need to get off.”


You heard him. you really did. you just didn’t care. you increased your pace - your own orgasm was near and you wanted to reach it the same time he did. His hands - when had they reached your waist? - tried to slow you. You could tell he was only giving you a token resistance. If he’d really wanted you off of him, he could have lifted you off of him at any time. But he didn’t, so you didn’t stop. Couldn’t actually.  You were so close…


The next time he called your name, his entire body tensed and trembled beneath you. Long, thick, hot ropes of his cum erupted in your pussy and you screamed as your own orgasm consumed you. Fuck, there was so much cum - you didn’t think he’d ever stop. You almost wished it wouldn’t. Long moments later, you let yourself collapse atop him - panting and trembling. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.


When you both had time to catch your breath, he murmured, “So… we’re good, right? You’re on the pill or something?”


“Yeah,” you chuckled.


“Oh, good…” he smiled. “Because that was amazing.”


“More than amazing,” you assured him, placing a lingering kiss on his lips.


“So does that make up for last night?”


You leaned up off his chest as you looked into his hooded eyes, “you bet your ass it does”


You both dressed slowly, taking most of your time to stop and kiss, or tease each other, and then packed up the games. By the time you were done and looked at the time, it had already been past 9 PM. Where the hell did time go? You said your goodbyes and shared you last kiss before leaving the room and heading to the dorm you shared with Namjoon.


You weren’t expecting to see Namjoon sitting in the dark with only a reading light near his bed on and it almost scared you half to death. You noticed his clenched jaw and the movie he held aggressively tight in your hands when it dawned on you. You had totally forgotten about movie night.


“Namjoon… I’m-” you didn’t have an excuse, you fucked up.


Namjoon sprung off the bed and brushed passed you, not even wasting his time to hear a bullshitted excuse you still tried to think of. He slammed the door behind himself and you instantly jumped by the impact. Just when everything was on the right track again, you had the best of luck with fucking it up again.

How the hell are you going to make up for this one smart one?


A/N- I’m not sure if ill write part three but if I do its more than likely the end of this short series. feedback is encouraged to motivate me to write but PLEASE do not pressure me by asking me when the next part will be out. I get overwhelmed too fam

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paintbrushcollector  asked:

Regarding the tweet about Keef unlocking new powers, do you think they're referring to his blade (which he only unlocked last season so we didn't get to see him do cool stuff with it) or do you think it could be about his galra heritage and him having more galra-like abilities?? (bc i have no clue lol)

i think they’re referring to his newfound ability to shoot rainbows out of his gay ass

anonymous asked:

Can I use the rainbow flag with the black and brown added stripes if I'm white? I know how important it is to include poc in support and fights for equality and I want to do everything I can to help but I don't want to be offensive. Sorry if this was worded wrong or offensively!

im also white so like my opinion on this really isnt relevant lol

ive seen lgbt+ people of color say that it’s okay as long as you are respectful to show solidarity and stuff but like ya we white people need to tread carefully when it comes to stuff like that bc being allies to our lgbt+ siblings of color is important but we still need to recognize our privilege and be careful not to talk over them or try to distance ourselves from our whiteness

Till We Catch Feelings (Drabble Series)

“When in drought, call your friendly neighbour Bucky Barnes”

TWCF Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: (Modern!AU) Where Bucky and his neighbour decide to share more than uncomfortable glances when picking their mail ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). However, there’s only one rule that must not be broken: Feelings shall not be involved.

Warnings: None

Words: 1400 (Oops)

A/N: Apollo is ending, so I thought it was time to start another fic series. Also, since half of this lil thing got deleted when I just finished all the work, It might not be as polished as I wanted to. Anyway, enjoy this introduction.


Originally posted by distortionofreality

Rolling your eyes, you turned up the volume of the music blasting through your supposedly noise-cancelling headphones you got from Amazon last week. They weren’t working at all. You were still able to hear your neighbour beat his meat effusively, this time shouting a different name than the last week.

You counted until ten slowly, before getting up groaning, headphones hitting the floor as you took them off and headed to the corridor, ready to call that wanker out.

Pulling out the most serious face you could make, you knocked on the door three times, crossing your arms on your chest while waiting for him to open the door.

“How can I help you?” A pair of bright blue eyes and long damp hair locks showed up behind the open door, making you break your expression for a few seconds.

“Yeah, yeah.” Your hands flew to your hips. “I’m the girl living next to you.” You introduced yourself, making him raise his brows and mumble a hello with a mocking tone. “It’s past midnight, I have to work tomorrow and I can’t get any sleep because you’re more horny than a rhino.” Your blabbed as fast as you could, taking a deep breath after ending your rant. “So please, stop being this loud while jerking off, walls are paper thin here.” This time, it was him who crossed his arms while putting all his weight on the door frame, frowning.

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Someone said today they’re sick of gay people putting the rainbow everywhere because adidas have launched the LGBT+ edition clothing and they havnt dont a ‘straight line’. She said no one will accept gay people so why do gays have march’s and stuff when they’ve been given equal marriage. They say the fight is over people don’t and wont accept gay people that we should ‘just get over it, dont see people having a ‘straight pride. I explained to her we dont march to make people like us. We march to show homage to our fallen brothers and sisters who died fighting for our rights as HUMANS, for us to be able to hold the hand of the person we love in the street without abuse, to marry the person we love, to be parents. Straight people dont have to worry about that. We march to celebrate who we are, who we love and how far we’ve come as a community standing strong and still fighting to be treated equally and that no matter how much the hateful homophobic world tries keeps us down, We are a strong community, we stand together and we wont be put down and boxed away because people don’t like the way we are born or what hate their god has told them. Then she had the nerve to say homophobia doesn’t exist anymore… I gave her countless examples of homophobia happening now, Orlando Pulse , Russian torturing and killing suspected LGBHT+ people… Men, women even kids all over the world are being KILLED BECAUSE THEY’RE GAY. Then I showed her this picture of myself from last year, having my jaw dislocated cause someone in family who i have nothing to do with found out I’m gay, they followed me dragged me to the ground out of sight punched me and dislocated my jaw and stamped on me and cracked my gum then called me a 'disgusting faggot’. So believe me homophobia a real. Straight people can walk down the street without prejudice, without slurs, go where they want and feel safe. They can go in a bar have a drink with the person you like/love without being starred at or refused entry, or being verbally abuse or even being asked to leave and sometimes physically removed. THATS WHY WE MARCH AT PRIDE EVENTS, WEAR RAINBOWS ON SHIRTS, PUT FLAGS IN WINDOWS . This isn’t straight-phobia. Its there to show gay people are welcome here, we support you, we love you, you’re equal to us. Thats why you see that, you don’t see a sign outside a shop that says straight people are welcome here, this is a safe place because they’ve never needed to worry about it things like that happening. This fight wont be over for a long time and we will keep fighting to be treated EQUALLY. Not to rub out sexuality is peoples face. We are ALL EQUAL WE’RE ALL HUMAN IM GAY AND IM FUCKING PROUD OF IT AND I WILL FIGHT FOR MY RIGHTS AND THE RIGHTS OF MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! ❤️💛💚💙💜

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  • Some Asshole: Hey, Simon, where's your BOYFRIEND?
  • Simon: Wait...like, do you mean... Baz? Baz? My boyfriend??? HaHaHaHaHa? What even! Baz Hates me! Why would he ever be with me? He is also, objectively, out of my league. Like have you seen him? Everyone knows he's the hottest guy in school. And I also hate him!! How would that even work though... Baz being my boyfriend? What would that even be like? Like... hypothetically... would we kiss? And stuff? WOw, it's so weird, I've never even thought of any of this before, never once in my entire life.
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gayrewind-deactivated20160403  asked:

RE: coding, is it possible to explicitly code, say, a fantasy people as being the Jewish people, despite the fact the setting is a secondary world?

Explicit Jewish representation in secondary-world fantasy

It’s not only possible but I’ve done it, in four books and several short stories. Perach, the made-up setting of A Harvest of Ripe Figs and my other books, is an imaginary Jewish Florida originally created out of my realization that if I wanted a queer Jewish Disney Princess, I was gonna have to invent her myself. (“Perach”, meaning flower, is my attempt at translating the word ‘Florida’ into Hebrew.)

The Jewishness of the characters is evident in their casual observance of Shabbat (there are usually pretty detailed Shabbat scenes in each book, since it happens every week), on-screen celebration of Pesach (Passover), Sukkot (in the next book, coming July 2016), and other holidays, and in the Yiddish spoken by the two transplant characters, warrior woman Rivka and wizard Isaac, who come from a vaguely Polish-German unnamed northern area far away.

The wine blessing on Shabbat, with the addition of a little wizard mischief

Here are some relevant quotes from my books. Take note of how I wove in cultural details that are normal experiences for me or my loved ones in the real world, translated into a sort of “Disney princess inspired” fantasy setting. Many of these techniques can be used if your fantasy setting’s Jewish characters are just walk-ons instead of leads; you can have a random man wearing a kippah or a woman who isn’t participating in the local religious tradition because she has her own.

Gluten-free challah at the royal Shabbat dinner for the first time (A Harvest of Ripe Figs):

The introduction of a challah that [Queen] Shulamit could actually eat caused quite the stir at the dinner table. Rivka’s mother Mitzi, who like many people had never entirely believed the queen’s claims of food-related sensitivities, asked the same questions over and over until everyone was relieved when Isaac just held up his hand and said, “Magic. It’s magic.”

“Oh, all right,” she said vaguely. “It’s not going to hurt me, is it?”

Another reference to the queen’s wheat problem, this time at the royal seder two months after she gave birth to the princess (Climbing the Date Palm):

“On all other nights, we eat all kinds of bread–” Here [Isaac] met the eyes of the queen, and chuckled sheepishly. “We would eat all kinds of bread, if we could,” he ad-libbed. From behind the look of harried happiness that enveloped her constantly in these early days of motherhood, she gave him a crooked grin. “And tonight, we eat only this stuff.” He held up a matzo cracker, and Naomi’s tiny hand waved in its direction.

“See that, little one?” Farzin murmured through a jolly smirk. “Someday, you, too, will be able to eat cardboard.”

Rivka in a foreign port town, about to enter a tournament to rescue a damsel in distress (who turns out to be a fellow Jew once they finally meet) (“Rivka in Port Saltspray” from Tales from Outer Lands):

There was a blast of trumpets, and then someone shouted, “Silence for the invocation!”

Rivka felt vaguely out of place as everyone else around her lowered their eyes respectfully and listened as a brass band began to play a local hymn. She knew this part of the world worshipped a pantheon of fascinatingly dysfunctional gods, at least, if the stories she’d picked up were any indication. Rivka usually didn’t care, but right now, when everyone else around her was engaged in group prayer, she felt her difference rather pointedly.

Her eyes happened to flicker over to the captive woman on the dais and noticed that she wasn’t praying, either.

At the very beginning of their friendship, a newly orphaned Baby Queen is confiding in her new bodyguard (from The Second Mango, and this scene is based on my own grieving for my father, who passed away in 2010):

Shulamit nodded, shifting positions within Rivka’s embrace so she could wipe her face clean. “Everyone around me, when they were mourning him, it was so wonderful to be surrounded by people who were sad about the same thing I was because I wasn’t alone, but it was also jarring because they were all talking about him as king, not as a father. When we put his kippah into the museum, everyone was talking about how much money it was worth and the embroidery by some famous artist and how it was a national relic, and all this – but I was just thinking of Shabbat, and seders, and – and it didn’t mean any of those things to me. It meant lighting candles. It meant he’d hid the afikomen in the palace for me and joking with his advisors as he waited around for me to find it so he could give me a new book. National treasure? I–” She blinked away new tears, but this time the look on her face was one of indignation.

Shabbat out in the wilderness, using “the sunset” as candles

You’d be right to be a little skeptical of a secondary world fantasy including real-world Judaism, because where did we escape from in the Passover story if there’s no Egypt? Who wrecked our stuff in the Chanukah story if there’s no Greece? To this I’d say: don’t squint at it too hard. For me, the ability to give myself and my readers a Jewish queen, Jewish warrior woman, Jewish wizard, fairy tales that normalize our lives and to show queer and blended families worshipping as we do in real life but with magic and palaces and swordfighting, too – that’s just way more important to me than making sure my worldbuilding is completely logical.

My main advice about this for someone not-Jewish is to repeat my preference for explicit Jewishness (rather than vague symbolic coding with room for plausible deniability or relies on one possibly insulting facet of our existence or reputation to stand for all of us) carries into secondary-world fantasy. If your MC’s aren’t Jewish it’s okay to say “and there are Jewish merchants over there” or “she lived in a little house across the street from where the Jewish neighborhood started”, or if you don’t want to use the words, having people be at rest from sundown to sundown one day a week or avoiding mixing meat and dairy might be a recognizable shortcut that’s a lot more literal and specific than phenotypes (which can be shared by many other cultures and often have Unfortunate Implications in fantasy lit) or reductive stuff about wandering far away from one’s homeland (which, again, is not specific to us.)

Remember, if a queen sitting down to a royal seder presided over by a wizard, or talking about how annoyed she is that she can’t eat sufganiyot (jelly donuts) at Chanukah any more because of her wheat problems, sounds too specific to you – that’s what existing fantasy lit has taught you, not the way reality works. Reality is that we all deserve our fairy tales, and fantasy as a genre is big enough and wonderful enough to have room for me and my folks, too. Harry Potter celebrates Christmas, after all.

If you’re Jewish and want to write stuff like mine, then you already know what to do. If you feel like you can’t, that’s the voice of marginalization lying to you. Create what’s in your heart and if you can think of a way to explain the worldbuilding better than I did, I wish you luck :)

Isaac’s rainbow-pride magic and rephrasing of Haggadah text replaces the typical lamb’s blood (or in my case, red yarn) put on doorways during Passover as protection

–Shira

Artwork credit on this post: @theloserfish, @kayaczek-draws (Kiddush)