I noticed you mentioned that you're invested in Klance because it has the best opportunity to be steered towards canon. But what are the thoughts on Kallura? That has some better development in terms of character growth and developing a bond between. So could that necessarily be canon?
Warning! If you really like Kallura, you may not want to read what I’m about to say. I don’t have an actual problem with the ship itself, and I would never dream of hating on anyone who ships it, but I’ve been asked a question and I will answer it honestly.
If I’m answering this objectively, I see far less development in Kallura than Klance. Klance fights, yes, but they have history and emotional involvement. Kallura has a bit of that, but it happened very suddenly and then was resolved very quickly. If a romance was to be formed between Keith and Allura, their conflict should have been stretched out to cause drama (like the continuing Klance conflict), but they resolved their differences very neatly (too neatly, in my opinion). Which tells me that Kallura was not the main aim, not romantically. The Keith-is-Galra conflict seemed like an excuse to develop Keith and Allura’s relationship in general (as well as Allura’s character, mainly), but it wasn’t a romantic lead-in, not with how it was structured. Also, it was… fairly awkward all around. And when Allura was captured that one time, Keith was actively, like, “let’s maybe not rescue her.” Like, even if they have a working friendship because of their situation, they don’t have much chemistry. A romance between them would seem forced, at least as it stands now.
Now, my views on Kallura personally (which are a bit more bitter and ranty, so get ready).
Kallura actively makes me uncomfortable, if I’m being totally honest. It doesn’t have anything to do with the characters themselves, really, but the implications behind the ship. Keith is the hotheaded hero and Allura is the princess. While she is perfectly capable of handling herself, this relationship is so entirely reductive and overdone that the thought of seeing something as diverse and interesting as Voltron plagued by such a relationship actually makes me upset. It’s so stereotypical–especially if Keith becomes leader (which I also hope doesn’t happen). It’s part of the reason why Shallura seems so plausible–because it’s the same potential “leader character falls for princess, etc, etc, etc.” Like, I don’t mind Shallura because it seemed like an obvious option from the beginning due to this same/similar trope (which meant I accepted it from the beginning), but, like I’ve said before, I won’t be butthurt if it doesn’t happen–I’m not emotionally invested because it’s so predictable. And I view Kallura the same way, because–to be frank–if the writers are going the way of Kallura, they’re probably going the way of Keith being the leader too and that’s a story that’s been told so many times before. Kallura is a romance that’s been played out over and over and over and over again. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of the bad boy and the princess. To the point where it nauseates me thinking about it.
It’s not a matter of developement between them–I hope they do develop a better relationship–but as is, development could justify any romantic relationship in the show because every relationship between all the characters are so underdeveloped. But Kallura is the easy way because it’s a story that’s been told time and time again. Keith is the bad boy with the sketchy genes that make him somehow inferior, while Allura is the pure, morally correct princess type that initially disapproves of him.
I do not want to see this romance again. Honestly, if it goes the way of Kallura, I’ll likely stop watching. I’ve seen it too many times. And I think it would be a royal waste of the potential this story has. They have such a diverse cast and such dynamic characters. I want to see something new and fresh. Yes, I am invested in Klance because I want to see these boys who hate one another become friends and realize they have feelings for one another, because it’s a story we see in fic, but that is never followed through within mainstream media. Kallura does nothing progressive and, in my opinion, is more hurtful to a narrative that is trying to bring in diversity than it is helpful. Keith and Lance have chemistry–be it antagonistic or not–and I want to see that followed through on for once. I don’t want to suffer the same disappointment I did in, say, the new Star Trek movies where the perfect relationship–Kirk and Spock–was set aside for some heteronormative trash that hurt both the characters involved (mostly Uhura). It is canon–as said by the original creator–that Kirk and Spock share a relationship strong enough to be physical, if that was the “style” of the time, yet that chemistry and potential was completely ignored.
I’m tired of this. I’m tired of these heteronormative relationships with no chemistry cropping up into spaces that are perfectly viable for other relationships. I’m tired of writers being unable to see the potential because of some stupid societal expectation that everything needs to be cis and straight.
I don’t care if Kallura was a thing in the original show or not, VLD is new and totally different and like they took a chance in making Pidge a girl/struggling with her gender identity, I want to see that trend continue. I want to see this diverse cast become even more diverse. I want it to be a thing that the lions chose these different, faulted people and that all of them represent different ideas and they can still be heroes and role models.
If Keith does become leader, can you imagine how progressive him being gay would be? A gay, none-white leader and main character? Like, yes please!
The narrative doesn’t have room for Kallura without overshadowing other potential LGBT romances. So I don’t want it. I don’t want to watch another show fall into a boring, been there, done that love story when I could get a love story–albeit in the background–that is something progressive and fresh, at least to mainstream media.
Kallura would ruin the show for me in so, so many ways and the idea of it happening literally pains me. I’d rather have no canon relationships than Kallura.
And if you ship it, that’s fine. I’m happy you can enjoy it. But I really, really can’t no matter how I try. I’ve been trying to love every ship in Voltron, but I just… can’t with this one.
Erica, how do you feel about Rick? That is, as a person.
Rick….Rick, Rick, Rick.
Well, first of all, I love him, just like the rest of you. He’s a fantastic, complex character. He’s incredibly flawed, though. Rick is a fucking asshole. He’s a grumpy, mean, nihilistic old man, and he uses people for his own gain, there’s no doubt about that. But…he’s also completely full of shit. His many walls are nothing more than a defense mechanism to protect himself from his own feelings. In his eyes, emotion is a weakness; it’s impractical, and has no place in science. Emotion, particularly love, clouds judgment, and if you love nothing, then you lose nothing.
For instance, in 2x03, we see how much he despises the word “human.” It’s mentioned twice, by both Jerry and Rick. Rick would like to think of himself as something separate. But by the episode’s closing, it’s clear that at the end of the day, no matter how much he tries to fight it, no matter how much it disgusts him, he’s nothing more than a human himself. Rick loves. He loves romantically, and he loves his family. And he hates himself for it. It’s fascinating and pitiful and powerful all at once.
He’s a great character because you can be mad at him, you can acknowledge how messed up he is, and still for some reason want him to win. And I think that’s because, as a person, he’s not black or white, but grey, just like the rest of us. We’re all both good and bad, light and dark, and none of us want to be given up on, no matter how shitty we feel about ourselves.
I think we’ve only just begun peeling back the many, many layers that make up Rick Sanchez. I’m excited to see where else we go with his character. And I think you guys are going to truly love season 3.
I love how karmels stan abusive relationships when the abuser is white 😍😍😍😍
I love how antis keep calling Karamel abusive when we’ve been introduced to an actual emotional abusive relationship on the show, and none of the antis even mention or speak about it, aka. Lyra to Winn.
The double standard and hypocrisy of this fandom is really something. Y’all are praising Maggie for wanting to find Alex no matter what, but if the roles were reversed and Alex + Mon-El had to find Kara, you would all go off on him.
I suggest you find something better to do, anon, than to call a ship abusive that is far from. Maybe focusing more on your own ship? Instead of spreading hate among the fandom.
Hello! This is a smol drabble I wrote for @kazubishaweek2017! Today’s theme is “Day Off” and this is inspired by a text post I once saw (THAT I CAN’T FIND ;A; ) where someone said something to the effect of “imagine Kazuma putting flowers in Bishamon’s hair.” I hope you enjoy if you read <3
It often occurs to Kazuma that moments like this could only exist on a plane of reality beyond life. Surely mortality was never quite so extraordinary.
A cool spring breeze leads the grass through a gentle, carefree dance. He runs his fingers through Viina’s hair, weaving in stems of the most vibrant flowers he could find. As if anything could possibly make her any more beautiful.
She rests her head on his lap, closing her eyes. The sunlight cast over her face brings out the gold in her lashes. Kazuma’s fingertips brush her temples as he combs her hair back.
He’s so lucky. He may live for the next thousand lifetimes and still never deserve this.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice touching him like a sweet caress.
He places another flower with a feather-light touch. Even now, even after existing solely for each other for so long, he still isn’t good enough to love her.
“My lady,” he says, bowing his head, “do not.”
She reaches up, catching his hand as he slides another flower stem into her hair. Kazuma’s breath stalls in his chest. He blinks at their joined hands, waiting for her touch to burn him as if she is made of starlight and he was never supposed to get this close.
“You’re peaceful,” she says, twining their fingers. “Steady.”
I’m not enough, he thinks. He will always taste the truth’s bitterness on his tongue, smiling at her like he can’t.
“I feel safe,” she says, barely in a whisper. The wind stirs the petals in her hair, carrying the words away. She smiles, slipping her hand out of his and resting it over her heart.
“Viina, I will always protect you.” His thumb strokes a daisy by her ear, its pure white petals an echo of the fabric of her dress. “It’s my vow.”
They fall silent, sinking into the peace they bring each other. Looking down at her face, his eyes tracing all the places where the worry lines have smoothed, he tries to forget how they made it here.
He keeps lies and secrets under words of devotion and acts of love. She carries him as if none of that is true. He wants to hate himself for it, maybe he does, but he’s too selfish to want a different life.
Kazuma continues adding flowers, surrounding her with their life and colors. The softest of smiles stays etched to her face. It’s comfortable.
I’m so thankful, he thinks, her hair running through his fingers like silk. I will never take this for granted.
She has given him a life where every bit of suffering amounts to moments of inconceivable joy. They’ve both hurt, trudging through countless fires without losing grip of each other’s scorched hands. Their nights are spent holding each other to smother the growing loneliness and fear inside of them both.
Bishamonten is the most powerful god of war and she weeps for every life she couldn’t protect. She’s so strong, so kind, and so broken too.
How can he touch her with the very hands that destroyed her? How can he love her so catastrophically?
Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at him as if the universe is captured in his eyes. “Kazuma, I’m grateful it was you to stay by my side.”
Despite it all, he’s grateful too. He’ll protect her over and over again, no matter how much it hurts them both. Because it’s his purpose. Because she’s worth it. Because every breath in his lungs belongs only to her.
shut the fuck up. no. stop. stop trying to make non trans characters into trans ones. it literally makes 0 difference. being trans isn't interesting
Oh… Oh jeez, dude, you are late to the party. I’ve been so busy with work I haven’t done that is AGES. But I can see this means a lot to you, so you know who is just OBVIOUSLY trans?
She-Hulk’s whole schtick is a transformation narrative brought about by the miracles of science (specifically, changing her blood chemistry). She changes from a self-loathing, meek person who wants to please others because she doesn’t feel much self-worth, to a strong, vivacious, and happy woman. Unlike the He-Hulk’s “woe is me” narrative, Jennifer’s transformation is a blessing (especially once she learns to control the mood swings that come early in the transition) that makes her happier even if it doesn’t solve all her problems, and at times even causes new ones. Later on in the series she even rejects her old life entirely and loses the ability to transform back into her meek form, in much the same way most trans people eventually reach a point in transition when they can’t look back. Later narratives examined how She-Hulk herself has problems finding work while her hated old identity is still considered very hireable, and eventually She-Hulk is forced to run her own business on a shoestring budget and depends heavily on specialty work from friends. If those aren’t metaphors for a post-transition working life, I don’t know what is.
But I’m not saying She-Hulk is a metaphorical trans woman. I’m saying Shulkie is a literal trans woman. If you go back to her earliest issues (and I have), Jennifer Walters is weedy and tomboyish with sharp features. She and her father love each other very much, but have a strained relationship because of how “everything changed” after her mother died. Jen has very few friends, and none who seem to have known her longer than a few years—it was hard to get permission to transition back in 1980 unless you cut out your old life and hid most of your past. She-Hulk’s go-to color for her costumes is purple, the queer-coded color; more significantly, across her many (many) costume changes, she always comes back to purple with a white accent, and what is purple if not pink and blue? Now, I’m not saying She-Hulk literally wears a trans pride flag, but…
Original prompt from the ever lovely and radiant @deansbaby67supernatural:
Dating Bruce already and Tony sees it fit to set you up on a double date with him.
A/N: Okay, so here’s the long promised Bruce fic. I’m really sorry about how long it took me to get this done, I hope you like it. Also! This is only my second time writing Bruce, so I’m not sure how well I wrote him, but I hope I did him justice. ;u; This is definitely a super cute prompt, so thank you for sending it in!!
Word Count: 1882
“(Y/N)?” A quiet voice comes from behind. I slowly turn around, finding my lovely significant other standing there.
“Bruce!” I exclaim, quickly walking to him and kiss him on the cheek before pulling him into a hug. “I was just wondering where you were.”
“I just wanted to grab a couple things before our, uh, meeting tonight.” He says, bringing a small bouquet of white daisies out from behind his back.
“Oh, sweetheart, they’re lovely!” I take them from his hand before cupping his cheek and pecking him on the lips. “Thank you so muc-”
My words are cut off by both of our phones ringing. I pull my phone from my pocket to find Steve calling. I frown at the caller I.D., angry that Steve would have the nerve to disturb me on date night and my first night off in months. When I look up, Bruce is speaking to whoever called him, looking at me forlornly.
Tony. He mouths.
I nod and answer my own call.
“You’d better have a really good reason for calling me right now, Rogers.” I snap.
Believe me, (Y/N), I wouldn’t be calling if it weren’t extremely important.
Barton’s been captured.
“Don’t you have Wanda and Nat there with you?”
I do, but they’re both kind of distraught… He trails off for a moment and I can hear him sigh heavily on his end.
“That makes sense…” I say quietly. “They are the two people closest to him, aside from his family.”
Like I said. I wouldn’t be calling if it weren’t important.
“Where do you want me to meet you?”
I got Stark to program the coordinates into the GPS of the quinjet. That’s waiting for you in the hangar right now.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Thank you, (Y/N).
“Don’t thank me, Steve. Just make sure this doesn’t happen on my night off next time.” I hang up and turn back to Bruce. “What’s the news from Tony?”
“Looks like we’ve got an important project with Helen Cho.” He says, removing his glasses and running a hand over his face. “What about you?”
“Clint’s been nabbed and Steve wants me to pack up and meet him, Nat and Wanda to help rescue him.”
“Looks like we’re going to have to reschedule then.” He sighs quietly.
“It sure does.” I look at the small bouquet clutched in my hand. “I’m really sorry. I know how long we’ve been planning this. I told Steve that I would be unavailable this evening, so I don’t know why he couldn’t have called Tony or Sam.”
“It’s okay.” He says, gently pulling me to his chest in a hug. “We can celebrate our anniversary later. It’s not like we have to celebrate on a specific day.”
“Yeah, but we wanted to and therefore should have been able to.” I pout. He just chuckles in response.
“You should probably go get changed and packed. I have to go meet Tony.”
“Alright.” I sigh, circling my arms around his neck. “Give us a kiss?”
“Ugh, you know my great aunt says that right?” He groans. “It’s really gross.”
“That’s why I do it.” I laugh. “But seriously. I’m not going to let go till you kiss me.”
“Well now, that doesn’t make me want to kiss you at all.” I raise my eyebrows at him, non verbally reminding him that we have places to be and people to save. He gives in and presses his soft, slightly chapped lips to mine.
“Mmm,” I hum quietly before pulling away and removing my arms from his neck. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
“I’ll miss you.” He says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile. I smile sadly at him before slipping out of the room to get ready for the impromptu mission.
As Tony made his way to the garage he passed (Y/N). She was carrying a rather large duffel bag, slung over her shoulder, dressed in her uniform, big combat boots and all. He stopped for a moment to watch her murder-walk her way to the hangar, thinking about a certain genius friend of his. The two of them would be perfect for each other, they just didn’t know it yet.
After (Y/N) had disappeared from sight Tony kept on his way to the garage. When he arrives he slides into the driver’s seat of the car. Bruce is already seated and going through some pertinent files on a tablet in his lap.
“Hey,” Tony says, effectively making the conversation awkward. “You like (Y/N), right?”
“Yeah,” Bruce answers, looking up at Tony over the upper rim of his glasses. “Why?”
“Why don’t you two go on a double date with Pepper and I this weekend?” Tony suggests. “We could go to a real nice restaurant, good foods, friends. It’ll be a great time.”
“Okay…” Bruce says, turning his attention back to the tablet. “I’ll check with her and see if she’s free and wants to go.”
“Alright then.” Tony says, surprised by how willing his friend was to ask (Y/N) out. He shrugs it off and starts the car before heading off on their assignment.
“You’ve got a call ma’am.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice floats through the cabin of the quinjet.
“Alright,” I turn slightly to push the button to answer the call. “Hello?”
Hey, (Y/N). An all too familiar, quiet voice says.
“Bruce, hey,” I smile. “What’s up?”
So Tony just invited us out to dinner with him and Pepper this weekend.
Yeah, it was kind of weird though.
Do you think it could be possible that he doesn’t know that we’re together?
“I thought the whole team knew.” I try to think of how everyone figured out about our relationship. Most of the team had said that it was fairly obvious that we were dating, but now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t remember talking to Tony about my relationship with Bruce. “Do you really think the rest of the team just didn’t tell him though? Gossip moves through the tower like a swarm of locusts.”
That is true. He probably knows.
“Yeah, he probably does.” I laugh lightly.
So do you want to go? He asks.
“Sure, why not.” I answer. “It would give us the chance to celebrate properly.”
Then I’ll let him know. I can hear the slight smile in his voice.
“Okay, good luck with that.”
Trust me, this is the highlight of my day. Call me when you’re on your way back, okay?
“Of course I will.” I say. “I love you.”
I love you too.
-Three days later-
“Do you think this is too casual?” I ask, stepping out of the bathroom, putting in my second earing.
“Spin for me?” Bruce answers with his own question. I roll my eyes, smile and oblige, doing a quick 360, the skirt of my dress billowing out slightly. When I come back to face him he’s just grinning at me.
“What?” I inquire.
“Nothing, you just look beautiful.” He answers, rising from his seat on my bed.
“Aww, thanks, babe.” I coo, poking him gently in the stomach a few times, squinting at him lovingly.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, just let me grab my jacket and purse and then we can skedaddle.” I quickly scoop up my things and hold out my hand for Bruce. He takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, and leads me from the room to the garage.
We meet Pepper and Tony by the car we’re taking. I have no clue what it is, but it looks fast and expensive. We quickly greet each other with hugs and kisses on the cheek before sliding into our respective seats. The restaurant is downtown, but we manage to get there relatively quickly despite the traffic.
Once we’re inside the restaurant, we’re seated surprisingly quickly and almost immediately asked what we want to drink. Pepper and Tony order wine and scotch of some sort, vintages and years that I could never ever hope to keep straight or understand. After writing down their requests, the waiter turns to Bruce and I.
“And what can I get for you two?” He asks, a surprising amount of cheer in his voice.
“Oh, uh, just water for me, thanks.” I answer.
“Same for me.” Bruce nods politely.
The waiter smiles widely at us before hurrying away to get us our drinks.
“So, how did your mission go?” Tony asks.
“It was fairly simple.” I shrug. “Clint pulled some stupid stunt. He wasn’t thinking and he got nabbed by a number of Hydra thugs and we had to go in and get him out. Wanda and Nat were a little worked up for some weird reason, so Steve called me in to get Clint out. There was a very small amount of soldiers in the compound where he was being held and we took them out pretty quickly and found Clint easily. What was strange was the weapons we found and the sheer number of them.”
“Oh?” Pepper sounds intrigued. “What kinds of weapons?”
“Mostly guns and things like that. There was a surprising amount of Chitauri scepters and blasters.” I rest my chin in my hand and lean my elbow on the table. “It’s really disconcerting to see that sort of stuff because we thought we had managed to gather up and contain every possible piece of the weaponry after the New York incident.”
“You’re sure it was Chitauri?” Tony asks.
“Definitely,” I answer. “I checked the components on the flight back.”
“You brought all the weapons back with you?” Bruce inquires.
“Yup, they’re waiting for you in the lab.” I say, looking up at him, not bothering to sit up or remove my chin from my hand.
“You,” He says, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. “Are the best.”
“Wow.” Tony says.
“What?” Bruce and I ask at the same time.
“You guys are just really comfortable with each other.”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” I inquire.
“Well it’s your first date, so I just assumed that you would be a little shy or something.” Pepper snorts in amusement next to him. “What?”
“Tony, we’re together.” Bruce says.
“Yeah,” I add. “For a little over a year now.”
“Are you serious?”
“You seriously didn’t know?” I ask.
“Of course I didn’t.” He answers defensively. “You think I would be reacting like this if i knew?”
“The rest of the team knows, I just assumed you did too.”
“What is this world coming to?” He whines. “The gossip in my own tower, skipping right over me.”
“You’ll get over it.” Pepper says sarcastically, patting him softly on the shoulder.
“Did you know about this?” He asks her.
“Well, yeah. It’s obvious that they’re together.”
“How obvious could it be if I didn’t pick up on it?”
“She was one of the first people to figure it out, actually.” I muse, absentmindedly pointing at Pepper.
“Are you kidding me?!”
“Don’t worry, Tony.” I say, chuckling lightly. “You’ll be the first to know if anything happens next time.”
“I should hope so.”
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I wanna see a TV show about autistic peoples. Not one where a little kid is diagnosed and his family is doing everything so he’ll go to school and have friend and a normal life and everyone’s happy when he “overcomes his autism” in any way. Not a TV show with a geeky stereotype whom we’re supposed to laugh at and not with.
I wanna a TV show about that women who’s living on her own, and working in a science field, who’s smart and discrete, and seems a bit quirky but that’s all, and she can’t be autistic because “she’s a girl, you know?”. So no one, even her, thought that she might be autistic. I want her to pass nearly perfectly, but she’s unhappy and lonely and most things don’t make sense. She feels like an alien in disguise. She’s lost.
And then something happens.
Maybe someone introduce her to that quirky guy, cause “he’s soooo like you, you’ll totally get along”. Maybe they do, and maybe not. But she starts to search for others people like them. And she finds it
Or maybe she she meets that girl in the library and fells head over heels in love with her, and because she just don’t know what else to do, she befriends her first. And maybe they end up together, or maybe she’s not interested, but our hero get to met other peoples like her. Other autistic peoples.
Maybe it isn’t about love. Maybe one night she goes to a bar, or to see a movie, and she meets those peoples, and for once they get along. And that was an autism support group, and she decide that maybe, she could come to help ?
Maybe it’s work. Maybe she has to work on that project, and it involves an autistic community. She gets to know some of them, and become involved.
Maybe it’s pure kindness. That lost little kids that runs to her in the street, because she feels normal for him and so he turns to her. And she learns that he’s autistic, and so his most of his family.
Maybe it’s weird. That guy who spontaneously talks to her, strangely, because he missed that social rule, or he’s just drunk and not giving a fuck (how is that incredible? It actually happened, you know =) ) “you’re autistic, of course you are, come on i could spot you at fifty meters.”
Maybe it’s really incredible. Simple luck or impossibility. Maybe she went to that political, or gardening reunion, but she comes the wrong day or in the wrong room, and then steps on that autistic community’s reunion. And she stays.
I want her to grow, I want her to change. I want her to find a community, a place to herself. I want her to rediscover her own quirks, how to stim, to be autistic. I want her to find friends, or some kind of big, weird family. I want her to find a place where she’ll learn to be confident in herself and the others. I want her to be more and more visibly autistic, tu worry and then accept it. I don’t want her to “overcome her autism”, I want her to be herself. I want her to be les NT-passing and more happy. Just not lost anymore.
I want an Autistic TV show with diversity. With black and asian and lots of different ethnicity. And I want it to feel normal, not “we must have that percentage of pocs, that of woman” and such.
I want queer autistic. Straight autistics. Gay and lesbian autistics, and anything else you could think of. I want asexual and hyper-sexual autistics. I want trans and nonbinary autistics. I want that TV show to shows everything that exist, because somewhere, someone will relate to that, and say “look, they’re like me. They do exist.”
I want other disabled autistics. I want to see autistics with SPD, ADHD, Tourette any mental illness or learning disability or neurological weirdness you can think of. I also want physically disabled people. That young girl who’ll never leave her wheelchair, and that boy who use one even thought he sometimes can walk, and when once he has the spoons to runs no one judge and everyone smiles because “seriously, he looks so surprised”. I want deaf and HoE autistics that speak, and others that only sign.
I want that show to have enough autistic persons, so that none of them is a stereotype. I want that white, 8 years old little boy who’s autistic and loves trains. I want him, and I also wants his three autistic sisters. His older sister who’s also fond of trains, and taught him everything about it. The second one who’s fond of dragons, cause “they breath fire !!! how cool is it that they BREATH FIRE !”.The little one whose special interest is fashion or make-up because it’s not less valid. A dysexecutive funny mother that drags everyone outside because “it’s snowing! yepeee”. And a father that supposed to be NT , “come on you need scarfs and gloves, it’s SNOWING OUTSIDE ! “ but with his family how can he be? I’d like him to be like “yes, we have a swing in our living-room, why not ?”
I want that discreet, perfectly normal looking girl that came one day because “you’ve rainbows on your emblems, I like rainbows”. And she stayed. She just draws rainbows anytime she can, and rarely speaks to anyone, and when asked, she always says that she’s not here for autism, she’s here for the rainbows. And they keep her, cause that’s her place and she’s an important part of the community. She’s an habit.
I want that nonverbal one who never stop communicating, who’s noisy and lively and always interacting with everyone, and thought he is nonverbal, you can’t seriously ever say that he is silent or absent.
I want that unorganized, totally not effective president that has been chosen because he can perfectly pass, be charming and convincing for a moment, and who can defend the association, but that couldn’t do paperwork to save his life.
I want that one that always repeats a question, to everyone, doing echolelia, and everyone tries to answers a last once each time. Those who have an answer and some who don’t. Because it’s normal here. It’s an habit.
I want a perfect geek, who spend most of his hours on the internet because it’s an easier form of communication for him. Who’s fan of starwars, read tons of manga and animes and always cosplay the same person because he identify with him. That knows entire scripts of sci-fi shows and uses it in everyday conversations. He’s the one who created the association’s website, with a high encrypting level and advanced animations (a huge part of them spinning in some way or another. And a lot of rainbows too, cause the girl up there asked him and he just couldn’t say no)
I want different kinds of stimming. I want to see rocking and humming and chewing. I want to see that one who uses lines from songs to speak, and others from books or TV shows and movies (I even want one that sometimes quotes this TV show, because it would be funny, in a “I already heard that, no ?” way ).
I want to see empathy,as a whole. That grown-up man who breaks in tears when someone else cries. That other one who’s always too cheerful and helpful because he really want everyone to be happy but he desperately cant’t tell if they are. That teenager who wonders if others really are humans, if they do have feelings or if they’re just faking it for social purposes.
I also want diversity in opinions. I want to see special episodes about important issues.
I want something about person first or disability first language. I want autistic peoples to disagree, because in real life we do. I want something about medical or social construction of disability. I want people whose autism is a burden, making their life a hell. I want peoples supporting autism pride, who believe autism is a gift, or a difference that just has to be accepted. I want every opinions between. I also want peoples who don’t have one, cause they exists. I want an episode about activism and self-advocacy. I want optimists who want to change and reform everything, and cynics who think we can’t. I want those trying with small steps. I want people advocating for themselves, on things that directly touch them, and other trying to speak for the whole community. Peoples who want to teach the whole world and others who just dream to set it of fire. I want to see acceptance and the lack of. To hear about ABA, compliance therapy, male brain or frigo mother (I’m french) theories, about special regims. About ASAN and Autism Speak. To listen stories of those who where rejected for coming out as autistic, but also of those for who it wasn’t an issue. Those who didn’t because they were scared, because it was too dangerous, awkward or just not necessary.
I don’t want to see a TV show about autism, how it’s viewed and how it impacts NT’s lives. I want a TV show about autistc peoples, about our lives, our opinions and growths. I wanna see a TV show about autistic peoples.
“Could you maybe do one where reader and Regina have been dating but she hasn’t met Henry cause Regina is nervous and private. One day after sex Regina is staring at the reader with love and invites her to dinner with Henry too. Idk it’s probably stupid, have a good day!“ - Anonymous
A/N: Anon, this is not stupid. This is sweet and melts my heart because I am all for Henry and his mother, Regina and her son. Thank you, anon, for the request!! I hope you enjoy it *kisses*(**gif not mine**)
She watched you with distant, dark eyes consumed in a thought far from the bedroom surrounding you. If you hadn’t known better, you would have assumed her attention was focused on the thighs she had made tremble or the teeth marks deep, red in the skin of your shoulder. But you were sure her mind was not thinking of your moans or quivers or twitches or cries; her mind was so far away, though her gaze so loving and adoring. Her glance remained on you, lust replaced with something deeper, something more fragile.
“Regina,” you whispered, pulling your shirt over your head, covering your marked chest; new blues and old purples alike. “Is everything okay?” With concern clawing within your mind and chest, you returned to the space in the bed where you had shuttered and called out the very name falling with uncertainty from your lips now. She simply stared back at you from her pillow, her dark hair a tangled mess surrounding her face and her swollen, pink lips curled into the slightest of smiles. “Regina, talk to me.”
the scarcity of Kageie fics in the slbp fandom is starting to bug me like a bee. For the very first time in my research for my writing I actually can not find any relevant information about him or any fanfics except for a few screenshots for reference? Seriously???
*tsk tsk tsk*
This will not do. This WILL NOT DO.
We need more kageie fics. No, clearer. The slbp fandom definitely needs kageie fics.
I know I know, some people will say why should we need kageie fics when we have fanarts like that isn’t good enough?
Yeah right. To be quite honest, lets start by thinking of our fellow folks who loves kageie… whaadaa they feel when they had a mighty urge to read kageie… but poof, no kageie fics in fandom to relieve them of their thirst? It ain’t fair for them.
“But there’s fanart!”
Fine, if you insist. Then tell me, what do you know about kageie?
Alright, I’ll start; because this is more fairer then. To be very VERY HONEST, I only know that kageie looks like this.
and he is the retainer of Lord Kenshin and that he is in charge of the coverup for Kenshin’s troops in battle. He is said to be quite a special person, maybe because when he starts to bloodlust he looks like this
Yes that kotaro look
And that, he is actually a tsun (maybe) who is not hesitant in cussing when needed, quite narsisstic to a fault but blushes easily. As mysterious as saizo.
Probably even more mysterious.
So, am I the only one who does not know kageie better than this, or that most of the whole fandom only knew this much?
If its the former, then I should seriously start reading more kageie related things (if there are enough to satiate me ofc)
But what if its the latter?
get my point now guys?
See why it is so important to have more fics with him? We can’t always rely on voltage to give us 100% canon stuff anymore if we really wanna try learning more about the character. We can only relate on already given info from tenka and slbp and our own brains now to give this white haired guy love. Which is why we need his fics to get to learn more about this character. To determine whether is he a likeable character or a disagreeable (I highly think it unlikely) character. A person’s first opinion about a character starts from a slbp story, then the second, are from fics and other posts. But kageie has none except for a few summaries, rants, headcanons and screenshots. Then how are we going to learn about this character and like/hate him?
Those headcanons… (this is no insult i love you all) are frankly, in my opinion, not enough. We need more headcanon/fic/prompts/drabbles.
Now here’s the real thing.
So if we can write headcanons about kageie… why could we not write fanfics then? I implore, to all fanfic writers of slbp fandom. If you had not started writing kageie (includng me) then now is a good time to try. I don’t care if its inspired by events or aus or fanarts or whatever, I don’t care if its angst, horror-themed, fluff or smut. Heck I don’t even care if its 50 words long or a 5000 worded fic. We need a challenge folks. Show our kageie justice.
Which reminds me, I should start figuring out how to write him for a fanfic since I can not stand the low number of his written story. Feel free to tag me any related fanfic, screenshot, headcanon, or even excerpts from summaries from stories in tenka about kageie so that I can write without fear of ooc. Thanks ♡
And I hope with my heart that kageie can finally have more fics of his own so that people can learn more about him better. Please reblog to spread this challenge I give to all writers of the fandom, even though a big one
Special thanks to @jane-runs-fast because yes, it is yout comic that made me aware and thirsty for knowledge for this cute boy.
if Black Panther was written by white people you just KNOW they would make Natasha T'challa's love interest. and they'd have him give Natasha tech and access to Wakanda and we'd never see the Dora Milaje KILLING IT and they'd have Natasha teaching them how to fight fdjskfjlkda and it would SUCK. so lets pour one out for the fact that's not even a little bit true
i just wanna thank god that none of this will ever happen, amen
I just wanted to say I love your art. It was one of the first I saw when I got into the FE fandom. I also love how you make Robin kinda tan. I always thought their skin should of been at least tan as Plegia seemed to be mainly desert; as well as how dark Validar was. I come from a interracial family and though we're all different shades whee have features from both parents and Robin seemed to have none from their father. Just love your art do much.
omg thank you so much! ; 0 ; this message made me blush and giggle like an anime girl w a crush EHEHEHEEeeee GOD I LOVE ROBIN W TAN SKIN * q * that WHITE HAIR. THOSE DARK SKIN
>:9 Also because then I can make Chrom is a pasty white boy who burn in the sun jokes
Imagine running a small bakery in a town Thorin and his company pass through on their journey and catching Dwalin’s eye when you serve them their favourite sweets. (I can’t find the link for this prompt)
Rain fell heavy as rocks against the candled glass of the bakery windows, though you could not see it for the black curtains pulled closed within. You had shut them early that night. Not many frequented the small café run by the only dwarf in town and in this weather, you could not even expect the few that dared step through those doors.
You had not sold much that day which was why you only baked in small batches. You made more money when you went door-to-door at the week’s end or when you hauled your wares to the market. There you could hire one born of man to act as vendor and your sales more than doubled. Though you were forced to hide behind the stall, listening as your business was done for you.
Thunder boomed outside and lightning flashed outside the curtains, for an instant paling the black fabric. You could hear rain collecting in the eaves and the sound of heavy footfalls splashing through the puddles outside. Likely the tavern next door was swarming with customers. Even during a storm, such places rarely slowed down. In fact, they were more likely to garner more business as the local drunks waited out the storm with a pint of ale and travelers sought a cheap room for the night.
15 - “I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of the sun, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
You smirked to yourself as you readied the buttons on your controller. You were about to use the ultra combo moves to beat Josh again for what must of been the tenth time in the past hour.
Josh sensed something was wrong as you were quiet, you were concentrating far too much for Josh to feel comfortable, “(Y/N), whatever you’re planning, don’t do it”, there was a false warning tone in his voice. Your smirk only deepened at his words, still you said nothing. “Seriously (Y/N), I’m not going to be held responsible for whatever happens if you do it”, Josh tried again, this time he received an evil giggle.
“(Y/N) GET AWAY FROM ME!”, he screamed as he watched your onscreen character run at his, “(Y/N) PLEASE!”. You let out a loud laugh as you finally released the combo, ending the game.
Suddenly the controller was sent flying across the room, “I hate you”, Josh growled slamming his fists into the nearest pillow out of anger. You only snickered, “So that’s eleven to none right?”. Josh glared, “I fucking hate you so much”.
You rolled your eyes, “And here I was thinking you were in love with me, sore loser”. Josh ripped your controller from your hands and placed it onto the table, “I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of the sun, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you”, the tiniest smile graced his features as he leaned in to give you a quick kiss.
“So how about we make it twelve to none then?”, you muttered against his lips teasingly. Josh pulled away, “I take it back, I do hate you”.