Yeah, but nothing is still on Earth. Everything’s always changing—leaves, cities, even Jersey changes. My dad says the rest stops used to be pretty gross, but now they have sushi. This isn’t the same world that held you prisoner, not anymore, and I know it doesn’t feel like home but maybe that can change, too.
a rightfully concerned individual:
omg are you okay?
my emotionally stunted air-moon ass:
lol, whatever, it's No Big Deal, shit like this happens to people all the time... The Worst Thing I can do is blow it out of proportion,, god forbid I experience Emotions, much less Talk about them lmfao... what am I, five?? don't think so haha nice try but ur barking up the wrong tree here
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An Incomplete List of the Things Shaw loves about Root
- when Root tries to wink, but she always fails to keep one eye open. she seems to have no idea that she is doing something wrong, nor know why Reese and Harold chuckle when she attemps to wink at them
- when she uses really bad—like, nauseatingly bad—pick-up lines. and that whenever she uses them her face breaks into a wide, idiotic grin that sometimes makes Shaw grin too even if she tries not to
- when she calls her “sweetie” in her ~overt-come on~ voice
- when she lets Shaw eat off of her plate without protest. and that she doesn’t take anything from Shaw’s plate, even though that would be fair
- when she uses two guns at once
- when she talks to Bear in a silly voice while scratching his belly
- when she shuffles half-asleep across the kitchen in her bunny slippers for coffee in the morning after a late night of coding or saving the world
- that she always has her nails painted black because she is just that Extra™
- when she tries to act all cynical about the world but she is somehow still a hopeless, dumb romantic
- that she rides a motorcycle
- when she complains about being cold just so she has an excuse to curl up next to Actual Space Heater Shaw, even when the room is really warm and she can’t possibly be cold
- when her Texan accent bleeds through and she calls Shaw “darlin’”
- when she tries to sing along with the songs on the radio but she is really bad with remembering the lyrics and she sings half the words wrong. neither Shaw nor The Machine have the heart to correct her
- that she always lets Shaw drive
- when she falls asleep on the couch with her glasses half off her nose and her computer still balanced on her lap and she’s snoring lightly and it’s just really precious—even Shaw can admit that
- that when Shaw is upset, she doesn’t try to pry at what’s wrong when she doesn’t want her to and it’s enough to just be together
- when they encounter a dangerous situation and she grins in a way that terrifies anyone who isn’t Shaw and says “ready to have some fun?”
- when she gets annoyed with a man and her wide, innocent eyes become deadly (and the man’s eyes become terrified)
- when she uses combat moves she picked up from Shaw
- when they are lounging in bed or on the couch or somewhere and she runs her fingers across Shaw’s back, giving her chills
- when she yawns and looks like a tired puppy
- that regardless of how abnormal or broken she sometimes thinks she is, Root never fails to make her feel perfect
High fantasy is the YA trend now, ya? So why is there so little LGBT+ high fantasy – stuff that’s popular, stuff you can talk to people about, stuff you can check out from your library? I’m not talking about books where the main character has a gay sidekick. I want fantasy (high, low, urban, myth, historical, whatever) where the main character is gay. Or bi. Or pan. Or trans. I want to see same-sex love stories. I want to see diverse characters. I want poly stories.
I just… I’m so frustrated that an overwhelming amount of LGBT+ fiction is about the real world. It’s nice but I want to get away from that when I read; I want worlds that aren’t my own. I want gods and monsters and magic in my LGBT+ fiction. Those are my interests and this is my sexuality – why can’t I have both?
Consider if you will, Kaiba staying in Ancient Egypt. Atem doesn’t speak his language any more, because he’s no longer connected in any way with Yugi. Kaiba, learning Atem’s language, from courts and gatherings and conversations in the halls. Atem, a good pharaoh but increasingly restless, who comes up with games for everything, inventing a linguistics game for the two of them, because Kaiba can learn tenses in a moment if it means beating someone. Atem one day getting Kaiba to teach him his language, instead of the other way around. It becoming a back and forth, until they’re using Atem’s language and all the little differences in dialect in court proceedings, and Kaiba’s when they’re together or when they need to speak privately (or when Atem needs to sound particularly intelligent during important meetings with foreign dignitaries). Kaiba becoming proficient enough that the game starts shifting into accents, Kaiba’s is already fairly flawless, if still discernible as foreign (as if his skin didn’t give it away), Atem’s is fine when he concentrates, but drifts when he becomes frustrated, his h’s and r’s rolling, vowels stretched or cut short. Losing does that to him.
Kaiba assuming Atem’s just trying to alleviate his boredom until Atem shifts the game into more difficult areas, now with words that only have meaning for a world he’s no longer part of. ‘What is the word for’ and a description that goes on for minutes, that Kaiba has to pick apart like a riddle, coming back sometimes days later with ‘internet’, ‘milkshake’, ‘migraine’ and ‘RFID chip’.