Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️
I spent Friday attending
professional panels for the comics industry, which probably deserves a
post of its own, but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking
shop. But Saturday was devoted to Agents of SHIELD stuff with
Iain and Liz. I had an amazing time and so many awesome things happened. Truly it was the best con experience I’ve ever had and, as @bigfunnywords (HEY Tumblr finally let me tag you!) said, I lived my best life. I’ll try to do the tl;dr version but this will probably get long.
Putting the rest behind a cut for your scrolling convenience.
So, I know that I’m gonna get more hate by posting this, but I need to get it off my chest.
I don’t like Sterek.
Yup, I don’t. Actually, it makes me sick. The scene when Derek pushes Stiles against the lockers is abusive and people romantizicing it makes me wonder if people have actually learnt something about toxic relationships. The age gap between them (about ten years, give or take a couple of years) and the fact that people ship them the most when Stiles is a freshman (14 or 15 years old) makes it even worse.
But whatever, if you want to ship it, as long as you know that something like that is a problem in real life and should be avoided, I don’t care.
So, people, this I wrote here, I commented it today at a TW Latin America group. It was confession night. I was called homophobic(mmm, ????? I’m sorry???? When did I say that I don’t like Sterek because it’s a gay ship???), RACIST(literally no idea why the fuck)and even misándrica (I don’t know the word in English. It means “person who hates men and everything related to them”).
But even if that wasn’t enough, a girl had the fucking balls to go in my profil and noticed I ship Stydia. She got really triggered and said I didn’t like Sterek because it could get in my ship during 6b. She said Stydia was abusive because Lydia ignored Stiles and because she was involved with Jackson and Aiden when Stiles was in love with her.
I’m sorry, but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
So, it was basically the comment about Lydia doing wrong what made me angry. Not because of Stydia, but because of what implies.
“A is in love with B. B doesn’t know. They aren’t even friends. They don’t even talk. But B CAN NOT have a relationships with someone else and MUST be in one with A even when B doesn’t have any feelings for A”. I mean, you get it, right? IT SOUNDS SICKS. It destroys all the free will to reject someone. And that sounds HORRIBLY SIMILAR to rape. That is behind the thought “Lydia abused Stiles because she didn’t love him at first!!11!!1!”.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t want it, because I do and that’s enough”.
Don’t encourage that. Don’t encourage that thought. This post isn’t about Sterek or Stydia. It’s about HOW SICK you have to be to think liking someone forces him/her to like you back. That isn’t love or anything alike.
Love is “I want to see him/her happy even if his/her happiness isn’t because of me”. Love IS NOT “I want him/her to be with me and if he/she doesn’t want to, he/she is such a TERRIBLE person”.
This post mentions Sterek, Stydia and Teen Wolf JUST BECAUSE it’s the reason behind me being upset. IT’S NOT ABOUT THEM. So PLEASE, don’t start a ship war. I do not want to know “how stupid I am because I ship Stydia” or “how awful I am because I don’t like Sterek”. Really, I don’t.
Edit: Seeing people freak out because this has the Sterek tag and no the anti-Sterek tag, I will delete that tag. Let’s see if that makes you happy.
And the “locker scene” that I mention up there, is not in or near a locker. I checked. It was a door. Sorry, my mistake.
You lost the real point of the post. LOVE ISN’T ONE SIDED. LOVE DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT. But, of course, some people’d rather ignore that and focus in a mistake.
all I’m saying is after seeing how sad, broken and lost magnus looked, all alec wanted to do was make things better, he wanted to see the light in his boyfriend’s eyes return, the soft smile make it’s way to his lips, he wanted to hear the laugh that had quickly become his favourite sound in the world, he wanted magnus to feel safe and warm and loved, he just needed to know how and so he asked, he asked how to fix it, how to make everything okay. and magnus turned to him, tears welling up in his eyes, and whispered so quietly “just be here with me, please…I just need..please stay” and alec instantly pulled him into his arms and held him so tightly while magnus sobbed, fingers clutching onto his boyfriend’s t-shirt. and nothing was okay, magnus wasn’t okay, but being curled up on the couch in the comfort of his own home, the love of his life’s arms wrapped around him, murmuring comforting words and soft ‘I love you’’s in his ear, he knows he’ll get there, that he’s safe now, that he doesn’t have to deal with his trauma alone
A/N: Literally the first fic I’ve actually finished ever so it’s probably not very good, like, definitely not very good.
It wasn’t hard to see that (Y/N) wasn’t the happiest with their body, considering the self-deprecating jokes, the looks they give themself in the mirror, the way they refuse any and all form-fitting attire. What was harder to pick up on was how they felt about their personality, the way they spoke of their personality, saying ‘jokes’ about not being smart, or being annoying. The worst of it though, that definitely came from their thoughts of not being good enough for their boyfriends. I mean, they were all great, and (Y/N) was just… There. They didn’t particularly feel like they were very important to the relationship. This feeling seemed to go unnoticed by the others until one day when John just so happened to walk in on (Y/N) muttering to themself in their room.
“Hey baby, would you want to go out with Alex and I to go get some stuff?” John asks, glancing into the room when he doesn’t receive a response. Assuming they just had headphones on, he walks inside, something (Y/N) failed to notice. They were mumbling something John couldn’t quite make out, causing him to take a step closer. His eyes widen the slightest bit when he recognizes a few of the words as “Ugly,” “Worthless,” and “Disgusting.” He quickly takes (Y/N) into his arms, gaining a squeak of surprise from them. He hugs them before setting them facing him on his lap, “What was that about?” He asks in the most genuine and least threatening way he could. (Y/N) merely looks down, not wanting to upset him with their stupid issues. “Hey,” He begins, putting a finger under their chin, making them look up at him, “You don’t have to tell me details, just remember that we all love you, okay?” (Y/N) blushes faintly at this, although they don’t respond. They wished they could nod at him, but they just weren’t sure. “Alex loves you. Laf loves you. Herc loves you. I love you.” He tells them, looking directly into their eyes. Seeing the skeptical expression on (Y/N)’s face, John takes initiative and grabs his phone from his pocket, sending a short text to the others, telling them to get their asses over here.
Laf shows up in a few seconds with Alex following closely behind, almost tripping due to running in and not paying attention. Hercules was out buying food when he got the text, so he was a bit late to the party, though he did come as quick as he could. Laf’s expression got about twelve times more worried when he saw the way John was cradling (Y/N), assuming the worst. Alex approaches the pair, taking the spot on John’s left, taking one of (Y/N)’s hands into his, “Are you alright?” He asks immediately, worry dancing across his face. “Ma cherie, please, tell us what’s wrong.” Laf says calmly, taking the spot on John’s other side and (Y/N)’s other hand. “I don’t know, it’s kinda stupid,” “No, it isn’t” John interrupts them in a soft tone, causing them to look down, “I just.. Don’t feel like I belong with you guys.” They admit, hearing Herc’s voice ask a quiet “What?” How they didn’t hear Hercules walking over to the doorway, they had no idea, but they jumped slightly when they heard him speak, before leaning back into his touch when he hugs them from behind, “Of course you belong with us.” He tells them, kissing the top of their head. Laf nods in agreement, “We love you, (Y/N), you definitely belong.” He rubs the back of their hand comfortingly, Alex noticing and following suit, “I think we can all agree that you’re wonderful, and you’re one of the best datemates we could’ve asked for.” He says, getting nods from everyone else. After a short comfortable silence, everyone just basking in the others’ presences John speaks, “Believe me now?” He asks with a small smirk on his face. (Y/N) nods slowly, gaining a kiss from John, followed by a pout from Alex that they got a kiss and he didn’t. (Y/N) is lifted off of John’s lap by a certain Hercules Mulligan, getting held bridal style by said man, getting multiple kisses peppered across their face. “We all definitely love you, never doubt that.” Herc adds, “Alex on the other hand…” John teases, followed by a high-pitched squeak when Alex smacks his arm. With a roll of his eyes, Laf stands up and gives (Y/N) a kiss on their nose, “You guys didn’t have to do this you guys.” They say quietly, “No, but it made you feel better, did it not?” Laf responds, smiling triumphantly at the nod they give. They were a happy group, and (Y/N) believed that they really did love them.
The other day at McDonald’s the worker literally didn’t want to hand over our order at first because my wife and I both stepped forward when they called our number. It wasn’t like antagonistic or anything; they just wanted to make sure they weren’t giving the food to the wrong party and they were clearly confused that we both responded to the number. I touched my wife’s shoulder and said, “I’m with her,” and the worker laughed and handed us our bag.
And I know this is like the micro-est of all microaggressions, but I just feel like it’s not a problem that couples in (straight?) non-interracial relationships ever have to deal with. Y’all don’t have people cut between you in a crowd, or assume you’re in different parties when you get to the front of a line. You’ve probably never had someone on a plane ask if they can switch seats with you to be closer to their partner when you’re already sitting next to your own partner. People see a couple when they look at the two of you, or at least they don’t automatically assume you aren’t there together.
I mean, my high school girlfriend and I used to get people asking if we were brother and sister, so at least that’s something I don’t have to put up with anymore. But seriously, non-interracial privilege is a thing, and it would be nice if people made more of an effort to realize that relationships come in all different looks. There are some pretty significant social cues that people give off when they’re with their partners, and you shouldn’t let the fact that people are of different races blind you to the cues you’d pick up on in a same-race relationship.