okay okay okay!! here we go ladies and gents! please enjoy this fic that @bearpaww and i wrote. it’s 3.4k words but it’s gonna be longer when we have more parts added to it. it’s about keith being captured by lotor and interrogated, during which time lotor discovers that keith is allergic to whatever basic ass galra cologne he’s wearing. he totally uses that against keith because he’s completely intrigued. anyways this is super lewd and self indulgent but enjoy!! (i know we did)
“Tell me,” Lotor said, standing ten feet in front of Keith, “about Voltron.”
Keith seemed to be much more confident than he ought to have been, seeing as he was chained to a wall in a prison cell somewhere deep in one of Lotor’s most well-guarded ships. Keith didn’t remember much, just that there had been a fight, and that they had formed Voltron. They were attacked by something massive and were forced to break apart. In the chaos, Keith lost control of the Black Lion, the lion he still wasn’t used to piloting and that was much slower and heavier than the one he was used to. He remembered the lights in Black shutting off, and then Black crashing into something with enough force to knock Keith around like a ragdoll. He remembered hearing Lotor’s sultry voice after several minutes of cut communications with the rest of the paladins. He remembered someone large picking him up and carrying him out of Black’s cockpit, her tail swishing back and forth as she walked with him in her arms. Then he just fell asleep. Like she’d put a spell on him and he couldn’t control his own actions.
And now he was awake, his arms and legs chained to a wall so that he couldn’t move. He glanced around, looked at Lotor and the short-haired general standing in the doorway behind him. She looked back at him indifferently and silently. It seemed she was only there to keep Lotor company.
Hey Vesper! I have a question. I've noticed that within the nonbinary and larger trans and queer and so forth communities, some nonbinary genders seem to get more recognition than others. Some- especially maverique as I've noticed- are hardly known of by many other nonbinary and/or trans people, while others such are gaining recognition in trans, nb, and other circles much more quickly in comparison. Why do you think some nb genders are becoming more well known than other nb genders?
this is a really tough question. not just because of how subjective it is (i mean, what even counts as ‘recognition’, let alone what counts as ‘more’ or ‘more quickly’), but also because there are an infinite number of factors involved in why any non-binary gender gets any amount of recognition at all.
imho, some non-binary genders are more commonly recognized at least in part because of the comparatively long history of people identifying or describing themselves as such. correct me if i’m wrong, but i think the most notable example of this is genderqueer, but even agender and genderfluid (or rather, the concept of gender fluidity) have arguably stood the test of time longer than most other non-binary identities in English.* honestly, i feel like it’s unfair to compare general recognition of a gender like maverique to genderqueer, for example, for that reason.
but perhaps that’s not even what you’re referring to.
if you’re comparing the recognition of equally (comparatively) newly coined words / identities, i still hesitate to compare their recognition at all because honestly, all recognition of non-binary genders in general is abysmal imho… also i’d hate for it to seem like i’m pitching one gender against another when all of us are struggling so much for recognition.
Prompt: We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks
wow first phanfic ever posted okay here we go
“Thank you sir, your drink will be ready at the window.”
Phil accepted the receipt being pushed his way and glanced at it before chirping, “One cafe mocha coming right up!” as cheerily as he possibly could. The boy at the drive-through window glared at him and Phil laughed. Normally he wasn’t this chipper at six am either, but expending the extra energy was worth it to aggravate his co-worker.
The brunette pushed his com away from his mouth. “I fucking hate you, you know that?” He checked to see if anyone was watching before flipping Phil off.
“Love you too, Dan!” Phil sang over his shoulder. He popped the lid onto the cup and slid it to the other boy.
Never has Disney produced such a realistic character, female, male, villain or princess, ever before. This is a woman who we watched grow up completely suppressing her natural gifts and true self. How many of us have had to hide things? Our love of dance from our overly macho dad? Or homosexuality from right-winged parents? A love of the arts because our families want us to have “real jobs”? Our ADHD, dyslexia, or other “disabilities” because it didn’t fit into traditional learning environments? How about the part where she felt completely an under anxiety her entire life to the point where her interactions with other humans were affected determinately? How many times have we all been under so much constant stress that we feel like this nice snow storm is battering around inside you? And let’s not forget her chronic depression, a side affect of her crippling anxiety and years of self denial. Elsa is literally every single teenager who ever existed and she is so incredibly real because she reacts selfishly, she reacts rashly, she reacts illogically, because that’s what real human people do. They go through hell and they fuck up. But they’re truly good people at heart who want love and freedom just like everyone else, the road is just harder to get there. But it makes the end all worth while.
And the most important part in all of this? The world is going nuts for Elsa. Every day I see little girls running around the Magic Kingdom dressed as her, carrying her dolls, wearing her shirts, standing in line 5 hours just to meet her. They’re going to grow up worshiping her and looking up to her and singing Let it Go at the top of their lungs. And they’re going to make the world a better place because she exists. This is a character who is going to live forever because Disney let her be real and flawed and incredibly human. Elsa is the greatest creative achievement in Disney history, hands fucking down.
So, I have made a decision. And I’ve decided to tell you all this decision in the hopes that it will actually hold me accountable to this decision because I’ve told Leda but we both agree we are enablers who will let the other get away with literally anything.
But, I digress. Basically, I’ve decided to give up tumblr until I am actually done writing this original novel I’m supposed to be writing. Because tumblr takes up way too much time and just gives me too much Teen Wolf input into my brain. I keep seeing great gifsets of sterek or sciles and then interesting posts about stiles character development and all my creative energy just swings in that direction and suddenly I am planning out fic in my head instead of writing. It’s AWESOME, but not what I need right now.
(Also, not even just teen wolf. Yesterday I started writing a stucky fic? I’ve never even written that before??)
I will still be on to post the SASO Character Sheets as we finish them and when I’m logged in to do that, I will answer any asks/messages that I have but if I don’t get back to you right away, that’s why. Also the queue is set-up so the blog won’t be 100% dead. But in general, I’m disappearing for a bit!
Though, I should note that I do tend to have the self control of a small sea creature, so if you catch me on here reblogging or liking your posts- PLEASE SEND ME A MESSAGE AND YELL AT ME!
I love you all and shall miss you and I should be back in full in two weeks (you can write a novel in two weeks, right?)
sorry to bother you, but what the pink braid could mean in your opinion?
It’s no bother what’s so ever!!
Hmmmm, I’m not sure actually. My initial thought is that this picture:
Is some sort of Grounder festival or something to honor Clarke in some way. “Polis will change the way you think about us”. Perhaps Polis is a place where the arts are glorified. Clarke is an artist and I can imagine her eyes lighting up as she sees artwork and vibrant colors all around her.
^^^from what i take from this tweet is that Clarke is at some sort of ceremony. Whether it is a ceremony to honor her, or to honor someone else….i don’t know. My guess is to honor her. I DO think that they cut someone out of this photo before they released it. The area to right is just way too dark. That’s way I though hmmm maybe they cut out a certain Commander we know. (x)
Now, the pink might actually be a orangy-red, but it looks pink in photos. Now what else do we know that is blue and orange/red??…hmmm…maybe this:
^^This is the Trikru Banner. So it is possible the Trikru is honoring Clarke and Clarke wears the Trikru colors in her hair.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT… the colors probably have no significance other than being pretty quite honestly. lol.