how are you fair

They come home and see the giant fort that you made (GOT7)

JB: -he would smile largely as he saw you peak out from it with a smile- “is this what you do when you get home before me?”

Originally posted by magiccastles

Mark: -he would think its cute- “want company in there?”

Originally posted by blueberryhouse

Jackson: -he would be angry because you didn’t wait for him - “you said we would build this together”

Originally posted by rapnamjoon

Jinyoung: -he would instantly crawl down with you and lay down in it- “this is cool babe”

Originally posted by wanjacks

Youngjae: -he would start chuckling as you came rushing back to the living room with more things for the fort- “do you want me to help you?”

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

BamBam: -he would think it’s funny as you would take all the pillows and blankets in the apartment and then you wouldn’t let him come in- “how is that fair? You took all the important stuff”

Originally posted by nunbal

Yugyeom: -he would like it and would want to climb into it right away but you would tell him it wasn’t done yet- “when is it going to be done? I want to go inside of it”

Originally posted by eldoradc

as another perspective on queer sexual openness in gaming spaces (and this is not really a counterpoint but an additional wrinkle): it can actually be pretty demoralizing to try and work out your identity within hyper-sexualized spaces if that’s not what you’re personally tuned for

so as vital as it is for queer women/NBs to have countercultural spaces to be openly sexual, it is similarly important for queer women/NBs to have spaces available that aren’t hypersexualized (especially when you have older/younger people intermingling in those spaces). this isn’t a zero-sum thing, both are great and needed. distinguishing between public/private and setting fair boundaries is how I think you get there

when you add co-option by cishet dudes and the publications they run entering the mix, and suddenly “im going to fuck that” goes from a private joke to the defining mode of progressive games culture, I think you see queer women/NBs land on a few distinct positions

  • “Well, this is the kind of thing we collectively need to be able to express”
  • “It’s messed up that cishet dudes get to bite our style while being more boldly horny than we’re allowed to”
  • “It feels stifling when the entire community is this pervasively and publicly sexualized all the time”

and I’ll be upfront that as everyone who knows me can probably tell, hi, hello, I’m in the third camp. I’m pretty private about my sexuality, and I can be known to vent about culturally-ingrained Horny to the point where I can come off as super sex-negative (I’m really not, I swear). but I don’t see myself as existing in opposition to the other camps; we’ve just gotta… delineate our spaces right, I guess?

and I mean, the cis dudes probably aren’t gonna do it

anonymous asked:

can you just stop acting like you care about trans women considering you do the same violently transmisogynist taako designs literally half the fucking taz fandom does

????? would you mind explaining what you mean by this anon? don’t attack me on anon without telling me what you see wrong with these designs, please. i’m willing to apologize and change but i need to see your pov first? also i’m not sure what you mean by trans women when taako is a man

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 29


Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…



           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”


           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.


           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”


           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”



           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.


           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”


           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

Its just not fair that I have to lose you again when I just started getting warmed up to the idea of being friends. I’m sorry my personality is just so strange to you. I just don’t believe it’s fair at all how you mess with my heart and mind. I’ve lost the strength in my eyes. I keep crying and I don’t know how to stop.
—  allthefleekyppl 
When you’re all alone and it’s midnight and contemplate calling them to confess feelings that should never be said especially a year later, I think that’s when you know that you aren’t even halfway to the end
—  I don’t want this
I have a Question for Hufflepuffs

so, it’s always confused me that the traits that Hufflepuff embodies are fairness and loyalty. the reason for this is that when I’m going about my life, I tend to find that those two things conflict pretty often.

so, like, if my friend is in an argument, and I walk in, and I think that my friend is totally wrong - it’s fair to go with the argument I think is right, but it’s loyal to stand by them and defend their point of view - right?

loyalty as an outstanding trait, for me, seems by definition to be about standing beside someone past the point of what’s fair, past the rational, all the way till the very end. fairness, meanwhile, is about not taking sides, about acting according to a definite and uncompromising moral code, about impartiality.

so my question is this - Hufflepuffs, since these are your defining traits, do you have to choose between fairness and loyalty often? do you have to make compromises, or do you find the two get along side by side? do you also think it’s weird that the two traits meant to define you are possibly bordering on opposite, or do you think it’s perfectly natural?

listen… harry potter is the most savage person in the entire series like this kid decimates people with one comeback can you imagine james potter would have been so proud like

  • “they stuff people’s heads down the toilet the first day at stonewall. want to come upstairs and practice?” "no, thanks. the poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick.” fucking eleven year old harry!! already a lil mini savage!!!!!
  • “listening to the news! again?“ "well, it changes every day, you see” my boy!!! mouthing off to the dursleys!! who gives a fuck?? not harry potter
  • “’congratulations, harry! i wonder if you could give me a quick word? how you felt facing that dragon? how do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?’ ‘yeah, you can have a word,’ said harry savagely. ‘goodbye!’” holy fuck!! when harry potter literally does not give a shit anymore and jk rowling knows it and literally!!! canonically!!! makes him a savage harry is literally savage it says it right there in the goblet of fire
  • "it’s time you learned some respect!” “it’s time you earned it.” mouthing off to the minister of magic damn harry authority who????? what??? respecting your elders??? harry doesn’t give a shit!!!!
  • “sure you can manage that broom, potter? got plenty of special features, hasn’t it? shame it doesn’t come with a parachute - in case you get too near a dementor.“  "pity you can’t attach an extra arm to yours, malfoy, then it could catch the snitch for you.” oh shit!!!! legit how many times do u think malfoy literally cried to his dad because harry burned him!!!! where’s the aloe vera!!!!
  • "yes, sir." "there’s no need to call me ‘sir’ professor.” oh fucking shit!!!! did you think i was gonna forget this!!! the holy grail of harry being savage as fuck oh my god!!!! james potter is fucking cheering in heaven!!!! he made a cake to commemorate this moment!!!! three years later lily’s chillin and james comes up and he’s like “holy fuck lil remember that one time harry was like ‘no need to call me sir professor’ and snape like flipped shit!!! that was fucking awesome” and lily is like “shut the fuck up we get it your son is a savage”

  • Godric: Guys, where should we put the kitchens?
  • Rowena: How about a little ridd-
  • Godric: Godamn it Rowena, the children are not answering riddles to get into a kitchen
  • Salazar: How about a nice simple door?
  • Helga: No, it'll be behind a painting of a fruit bowl
  • Rowena: Okay, fair enough but how-
  • Helga: You have to tickle the pear to get in
  • Godric: Tickle the pear...?
  • Helga: Yes
  • Salazar: Helga, in the nicest possible way, how high are you?
  • Helga: No Salazar, it's 'Hi, how are you'
  • Salazar: Oh Merlin
As the smile fell from my face, I fell with it
You’ve made me blue
It’s not fair, how can you just quit?
Please tell me, what else can I do?

Yeah, the truth is that you’re sorry
And you told me not to worry
I feel like some dumb kid
Trying to kid myself
That we would last forever

Then you went running, what’s your hurry?
And I’m still hoping every morning
That you’ll start to miss every part of this
And change your mind; however

You didn’t wanna settle down
I got my hopes up, prayed for hours
But still you left without a sound
Now I’m a lost boy
Because you’re not around
—  what am i waiting for? someone could love me more.
inspired by: “lost boy” by troye sivan
(cc, 2017)

All’s Fair In Love And War

G: It’s not fair, Grace.

Grace: Life is not fair! Do you have any idea how worried we were? Any Idea what could happen to a young woman of your position?

You could have been beaten, or hung!

G: Please don’t cry. I promise I was perfectly safe.

Grace: I just can’t bring myself to understand why you want these thing, darling. 

I said nothing when you insisted on going hunting with your brothers, nor did I speak a word when you showed an interest in swordplay… 

…but entering competitions under a false name?

Dear Merlin, you were in trousers while a man twice your size came at you with a blade!

G: But I could have won, Grace! I–

Grace: But you didn’t.

If that barn hand’t caught on fire they would have discovered your true identity and then where would you be?

Grace: *deep sigh* Darling, I swore to your parents when I took you in that we would protect you.

We love you, you know that…. but maybe it’s time to leave the bravery and heroics to the boys and learn your place?

Covered in mud during battle is not where a young woman belongs.

Grace: Think about it, darling. *exits*

G: Well you know what they say…..

If you can’t beat them…

Godric: …Join them. 

“Do you hate him?”

That was the question she got the most.

“Yes. Maybe,” she replied. She paused, she thought about it for a second. “Not really, no. Not at all.”

“You have the right to hate him, you know?”

Her expression was calm, almost peaceful. Like the loud noise of the ocean after a huge storm. She said: “oh, I know that very well. Maybe if I could it would make it easier on me, but I don’t, I can’t.”

He asked full of curiosity then, “why?”

“You see, when someone makes you so happy, to the point where you see yourself with that person for the rest of your life and no one else, how is it fair to hate him? How can you do that? He brought so much joy to my life, so much more than I could ever expect, and…” She just stopped talking.

He waited for her to continue but she didn’t, so he asked. “And what?”

“I’ve never been one to be ungrateful. You see, you can hurt me, destroy me, leave me, cut me out of your life, but the good things will always stay with me. The good times, what we’ve been through together, that is part of the package that we call life. It’s not fair to just throw that away and try to forget. It’s not about him, it’s about me.”

He understood. He just watched her quietly moving from the couch to the window, she was just staring at the sky.

“You love with everything you have inside you, I see what it means now: it doesn’t leave space for hate, and especially not for him,” he concluded. “You really did love him.”

She kept looking at the sky outside the window in a sunny day on that late summer. After what seemed like hours, she softly said: “I did. I really did.”

I do, she thought.
I really do.

She hoped that wherever he was and whatever he was doing in his life, in that exact moment, that thought reached him and his heart ached for what it seemed no apparent reason to him. She hoped he knew, somehow, somewhere.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #56

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Jared: I don’t want to go to school. It’s not fair. How come you don’t have to go to work but I have to go to school?
Joël: Your mother’s only having one day off work, Jared.
Anita: Actually, that may not be strictly true.
Joël: What do you mean?
Anita: That’s one of the things I’ve been thinking a lot about. I think I might give up working.
Joël: Woah. That’s a big decision. I always thought you loved your job.
Anita: I know. I used to. But it doesn’t feel right for me any more.
Joël tries to read the expression on her face but she is staring at her plate as she chews.
Jared: Are we going to be poor?
Anita: No. I have a lot of leave owing to me, Jared. That means I can take a long holiday and still get paid for it. And I have a lot of savings too. So you don’t have to worry.
Jared finishes his pancakes.
Anita: Go and clean your teeth and get ready for school, darling.
Jared: I don’t have my toothbrush.
Anita: Nice try. But I brought it with me. It’s in the bathroom with your uniform. Off you go.
Joël: A lot of savings, huh?
Anita: Well, the whole time I was married to Jim I hardly had to spend any of my earnings at all. He paid for everything. So I just put all my wages away in a term-deposit. For a rainy day, as the saying goes. Plus I still have my share of the house that Harry and I sold after we moved into Harry’s mother’s house. I’ve never touched that either.
Her smile makes Joël put his fork down.
Joël: How much money are we talking about?
Anita: About 1 and a half.
Joël: Million?
Anita shrugs.
Anita: Yeah. Last time I checked.