Unlucky Nine: A list of antis you may or may not have encountered in the vld fandom

Start Note: When I mention [Ship Name] Anti, it means a shipper of that ship who is also anti of another ship mentioned depending on the context as opposed to Anti-[Ship Name] which is someone who is an anti of the ship mentioned.

I. “Ship K/ance or Sha//ura or my ship instead” anti

These antis are just assholes. They insult other ships that contend to their own. These antis are prevalent in Sheith, Kallura and sometimes Shidge tags.

You get K/ance antis calling Sheith yaoi culture but then they totally change Keith and Lance’s character to fit the same trope. I was so pissed the other day because someone took Lance and just shoved Uke™ on him to fit an AU where he crushes on Keith.

You got K/ance & Sha//ura antis calling Kallura heteronormative but we aren’t the ones who’re forcing a mom troupe on her despite her not being really motherly. (Hunk is the mom friend but let us forget the fat character for aesthetics) You get them saying they love Allura but her story line, which focuses on her duty and willingness to sacrifice anything for it, is shoved for some romance. (Allura, although possibly having some romantic take to it, did not save Shiro because she had a fucking crush on him. She saved him because he needed saving and she viewed his role to Voltron as more important than hers.Stop acting like it is a canon romantic scene. No real scene in Voltron is really inherently romantic.)

You got K/ance shouting if Kallura happens, there won’t be any representation (m/m) but we still got Shiro, Lance and Hunk. Yes, we still got Shunk, Shance and Hance. if we go poly, there is Shunce. And if we dig deeper and you are willing, add Coran into the mix(I’m shoran trash undeniably).

You got them saying Shidge is wrong but the most official thing we got is actually the OFFICIAL Voltron site (whose content probably was made known to the entire crew and was advertised to the general public) saying ‘5 teens.’ But let us dwell on a half-baked video where a person throws numbers into some of the crew’s mouths. Let us not dwell on how Allura has no one bit of an age meter. For all we know, she could be a centuries old Alien. But sure why not, dwell on Shidge.

They put their ships on high pedestals to trample on other ships but you are probably a hateful bitch when you call them out on their shit.

II. “Shiro is spacedad” anti (bonus points for Allura as space mom)

These antis believe Shiro is a grandpa. They seem him as a father figure which would have been okay because let us admit that at some point the space dad joke were funny UNTIL PEOPLE TOOK THEM SERIOUSLY. Unlike the typical fan who laugh at the jab, these people take things to far and actually think it is canon. Shiro is actually a dad. “How dare you hc Shiro as a young and vulnerable character instead of my perfect space dad™?” All that crap.

But if you remember Prisoner Shiro, Kerberos Shiro, he looks pretty young. If you change back his hair before the frosty tips, remove the scar and the buff bara bod (he probably got from fighting in the ring), you wouldn’t find him looking wise beyond his years.

Coupled with Canon™ Space Mom Allura, it just pisses me off. Allura is enigmatic, a bit impulsive but her impulses are mostly practical, not afraid to jump into action, a bit bossy and domineering at times, yes, but deep down inside Allura is just a princess who wants her life back, who wants to live in peace with pretty things like her Altean flowers, who wants to go shopping for sparkly things, and maybe experiment with cute hairstyles.

This is why it kinda pisses me off. The idea was cute. Heck, I made an entire Sha//ura au once with my friend with the whole vld family thing but when they just pushed for it on discourse and acted like it was some holy canon grail, I was just really seven levels of salt.

III. “Pidge is like 4 months old” anti

These antis just infatalize Pidge. “Pidge is a kid. She can’t make romance decision. Pidge is practically a baby. How dare u” and all that shit. But it is totally fine for someone you see as a ‘kid’ to be flying an alien warship and engaging in an intergalactic war? Same goes for those who infantalize other Paladins. The logic is flawed enough but something else really pissed me off in this one.

My main concern with this is that the blatant forcefulness that Pidge is young because she has all the stereotypical looks of younger people. It undermines short girls who never grow up to be tall and developed upfront. Some people never get hit with puberty right. I was thirteen and 5′1 and now I’m  nineteen and guess what? 5′1.5. Where is the justice puberty? You didn’t hit me up. You just poked me with a stick once and left.

And just the other day, guess what? I was again assumed to be like fourteen, especially since I was standing right next to my tree of a younger brother who is like sixteen. I probably would be rich right now if i had a dollar for every single person who thought I was fourteen. Pidge may look young by stereotypical standards, sure. But that doesn’t mean she is. She could just be a short 19 year old.

The concept of child-coded is bullshit. I mean look, I look, by stereotypical anti standard, like a fourteen year old therefore when tall people my age or older (who coincidentally also fit the stereotypical adult look standard) theoretically like me, we are perpetuating pedophilia. If we start dating, since they are adult-coded and I’m child-coded, it’s almost as if it is already pedophilia.

If anything, the infantalization of Pidge showed me that people, yes I repeat, people will continue to be misogynistic to women who do not fit the stereotype of what a woman should be. I mean, when did height and cupsize amount to a woman’s age and maturity as a person? It just says you have to fit this shitty standard to be something and to be recognized and that is fucking bullshit.

Oh well, to the antis, I guess I’ll be a minor forever. And to end this segment with another one of your fave defenses, “I”M MINOR-CODED AND CHILD-CODED SO YOU CAN’T ATTACK ME UWU”

IV. “Shiro’s trauma is an issue” anti

This is by far the one of the things I’ve seen. These people say that because Shiro experienced some traumatizing shit, he is not eligible for a relationship with any of the Paladins. It basically says that because Shiro has ptsd, he can’t date anyone who is potentially(meaning they see this character as young or immature and they aren’t actually as such) less mature™ or younger than he is. It basically says that since Shiro has ptsd, he must be toxic by default. It thrives upon the logic that anyone with mental health issues is gonna be toxic in relationships. (except Sha//ura cuz apparently Shiro who they call toxic in all other relationships isn’t toxic there)

V. “go fucking kill yourself” anti

No explanations needed. Assholes with no regard for human life. Suicide baiting, Gas lighting, you name it. Best thing to do is just block these. No arguing with them.

VI. “I’m a minor/survivor/minority group so I am allowed to be an asshole to anyone” anti

These are the people who go and attack others but when you call them out on their shit, they go like “but we are a minor/survivor/part of a minority.”

I’m only gonna say this once so listen well. (Who am I kidding? I’ve stressed this so much.) Being a minor/survivor/minority does not excuse you from being an asshole. You can experience terrible things and be like fourteen but you can still be an asshole. It does not give you a free pass to ruin other people’s lives. Get that inside your head. Someone can be depressed and still be an asshole. Someone can be autistic and still be an asshole. Someone can be gay and still be an asshole. Someone can be part of a general minority group and still be an asshole. Their status as a minor/minority/survivor DOES NOT make them an asshole but this specific person, who coincidentally fits in a certain group, is just an asshole. Their status is merely circumstantial and not the root of their being an asshole therefor it must not be used as an excuse for them to be one.

VII. “Shaladin is okay except for Shidge ft. Ship Sh/att instead” anti

I’m like WHY? These antis act like they are allies and they are good™ but they throw Shidge under the bus and vilify it to somehow make other shaladin ships appeal to the anti standards. You draw the line in Shidge? Well, I draw the line in vilifying ships to put yours on a pedestal. I would’ve understood if it was just basic ‘I don’t like Shidge’ but no, it has to rhyme with the anti logic of infantalizing her and all those things.

And don’t let me get started on Sh/att. Cuz it just shattered all the hope of me getting into this ship. This was good, old friends trope, I couldn’t save you trope. You name it. It has all the layers of angst that normally i would dive into. But the shippers use the same rhetoric shaladin antis use on Shidge. “It’s shidge but gay” Do you know how misogynistic you sound? And how dare you think I ship my ship because ‘aesthetics uwu’.

The idea of throwing Shidge out to appeal to the antis like some sacrificial lamb is just anti rhetoric itself. “It’s okay if one ships takes the fall for us.” It’s just pointing fingers at someone, in this case some ship. And honestly, that sucks.

VIII. “I’m gonna misuse social justice to call you all these names and not appreciate social justice when it is working against me” anti

These antis are those who try to shit on ships by appealing to twisted social justice but the moment actual social justice works against them, they try to ignore it and you just know, it was never a social issue to begin with.

A perfect example of this are the “Bi Lance for K/ance” antis. They shout and tell the world,”we got Bi Lance, we got a bi character in our ship. Whoop Whoop representation” but moment someone goes “oh nice, I ship Lance with Allura/Pidge/Nyma/Plaxum/any girl in existence.” They jump at you and call you cis het scum or whatever. But Lance is Bi right? Don’t Bi people like umm girls too???? Yes??? Do you know what a bi is?????

You see, they actually don’t care about bi representational at all unless it is used to put their ships up. And don’t get me started on the hate for ‘Bi Keith.’ I know the idea of Gay Keith is a fan fave but Bi Keith is a possibility. Like Bi Lance is everything to the universe but you are suddenly Zarkon if you as much think about Bi Keith. You love bi representation so much don’t you?

Oh and the antis who go like “we are protecting survivors and minors” just as they attack survivors and minors. Good job on the protecting.

Everything these antis do is just plain crap. When you untangle their twisted social justice and see the ulterior motives, you see their actions for what they are, personal vendettas against shippers, attacks so that whatever shitty ship they have gets to trample on other ships.

IX. “fiction is reality” anti

These are just antis who thrive on the idea that fictitious content is actually reality and therefore every dark-themed content is evil.

Tell me why I’m not marking Priests with hot iron stamps fresh from flames and killing them? I read Angels and Demons. Tell me why I’m not suddenly killing humans and eating them? I watched Hannibal. Tell me how I haven’t butchered the person I like? I watched School Days + Higurashi and I was like thirteen, a minor yes, at the time. Tell me how I’m not suddenly taking people in strange boats and making them go through hell, I was eight, a fucking kid, I watched Jigoku Shoujo (Hell Girl). They are unanswerable because fiction is in fact not reality.

The idea that fiction is reality is just the same as how way back four or so years ago, there was a backlash in gaming like with fighting and guns because it supposedly perpetuates violence and supposedly hypnotizes people. And you know how stupid that idea is? That is how stupid the idea that ‘fiction’ is reality’ in fandom is.

And if you actually do think fiction is reality, I suggest you seek medical help.

End Note: Antis may appeal to other forms of attacks or a mix of these but you guys stay strong and safe.

Meadowflowers and Misunderstandings

This is technically part of the Mini Ficlets I’m doing on that monster quote but, well, it turned out to be not very mini, and I liked it to the point I was Like nah this needs to be its own thing.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: angst, but not to much (a little self hatred regarding his legs from Ivar)

Tagging: @really-not-a-people-person @panda-reads-stuff @thequeen-ofnerds @im-smad

Sigurd was flirting with you. Again. And once again you had to try to smile as you accepted the 56th bouquet of thrice-damned meadow flowers the blond Ragnarsson had given you. You quickly found some terrible excuse to leave his company and fled to the forest.

You rested your back against your favourite oak tree, and let out a deep sigh.

“By the gods,” you muttered to yourself, “He doesn’t give up!”

“No, he doesn’t.”

You jumped up with a half scream, and whirled round to find the source of the voice. It was Ubbe, Sigurd’s elder brother.

“If you need Sigurd to stop, I can tell him, if you’d like.” He said, shrugging.

You stared at him blankly for a while, then realised you should probably reply.

“I wouldn’t want to anger him like that.” You replied, looking down. Offend a prince? You didn’t bloody think so.

Ubbe laughed.

“Seriously, Y/N. If you feel harassed by my brother, he needs to stop. He also needs to learn that wooing a maiden does not consist of trying to kill her via hayfever.”

At that exact moment, you sneezed. When you had recovered, you looked up again at Ubbe to see his eyebrow cocked in a manner that clearly said, ‘That’s what I thought’.

You sighed again. Ubbe was right.

“I’d be eternally in your debt, Ubbe,” you laughed, and the prince nodded with a smile. “By the way, Have you seen Ivar anywhere? We’d agreed to meet today.”

Ubbe raised his eyebrow again, this time in surprise. You blushed.

“Ivar? No, I haven’t seen him. I’ll tell you if I do though.”

“Thank you Ubbe.”

“Any time, Y/N.”


Incidentally, Ivar had been at the other end of the street where Sigurd had given you flowers. And, incidentally, Ubbe knew exactly where he was now, which was Floki’s boatyard. Ubbe approached his crippled brother, who sat aggressively volleying stones into the water.

Ivar heard the crunch of the stones, and looked up at his brother. His eyes were mildly swollen, and his jaw tight, as though not that long ago the Ragnarsson had had a fit of angry tears.

“It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much – to hold it in your arms – and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it. And that your brother does.” Ivar muttered darkly, running his thumb over the next pebble that was to find itself on the lakebed.

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

“You’re a damned fool, Ivar,” Ubbe said, calmly. “She’s just accepted my offer of getting Sigurd to stop bothering her. And the very next thing she did was ask for you. You’re meant to be seeing her, I believe?”

“Oh, what’s the point, brother? She has no interest in me. I’m cripple, an undesirable dead weight, a useless, pathetic, twisted-“

“Shut your whining mouth, Ivar,” Ubbe groaned. “The girl likes you. Man up and stop all this moaning and dramatics.”

Before Ivar could reply however, a voice sounded from the other end of the beach.

“IVAR RAGNARSSON!” you yelled, stomping over to the pair with some vehemence. When you reached them, you jabbed a finger at Ivar.

“You! You’ve been avoiding me all day, I know it. You promised me that archery lesson, Ivar. Since when do you go back on your promises, huh?” Ivar opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn’t get a word out as you whirled around and pointed the accusing digit at Ubbe.

“And you! ‘I haven’t seen Ivar’ my arse! Odin’s beard, you are the most difficult and ridiculous troop of men I’ve ever met! Hvitserk’s the most sensible of you all, and even he’s a secretive swine sometimes! What’s going on? And I warn you, if I don’t get a straight answer, I’m going to give tanning your hides a damn good shot.”

The brothers looked at each other in mild shock. They knew you could hold your own, but they had no idea that you could chastise them like that; and they certainly didn’t think they’d listen.

Ubbe spoke up, much to the panic of Ivar.

“Ivar is convinced he’s a pathetic, twisted monster you’ll never love, because you’re infatuated with Sigurd.” He said blankly, folding his arms. Ivar’s face was ashen.

“You’re having me on,” you muttered, a frown knitting your brow.

“I’m not. Want to hear his exact words?”

Ivar finally joined the conversation.

“No, she does not!” he yelped, trying to surreptitiously break Ubbe’s foot.

You looked between their faces, one trying to hide a smirk, one pallid and clearly wishing for a large hole to appear beneath him; to allow for death or escape, you were uncertain.

You burst out laughing.

“You- You think that – that -I’m – infat- infatuated with Sigurd?” you choked out, unable to contain the breath-stealing, racking laughs that had erupted from your stomach. You slowly collapsed onto the gravelly shore, tears streaming down your face. After about a minute of this, you had calmed down enough to look Ivar dead in the eyes.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Ivar? As far as I know, he’s at least mildly intelligent, and would be fully aware that if I’m interested in anyone it’s not some lad who continually aggravates my hayfever.” You smirk, but your face then turns serious.

“He would also realise archery isn’t the only thing I see him for.”

Ivar swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

“I think I should be going.” Mumbled Ubbe, backing away until he was at a distance at which running away would not look ridiculous.

“Trust me,” Ivar muttered, “He wouldn’t have figured it out, whatever it is exactly.” His steel eyes refused to meet yours, uncertainty radiating from Ivar like heat from the sun.

“Then maybe,” you whispered, your own nerves starting to increase your heartrate tenfold, “He needs to be told.”

You started to lean forward, your face toward Ivar’s. You had wanted to do this for so long – oh, so long; you remembered when you first met, an embarrassing affair; at one of the gatherings in the great hall you had been making your way to a friend when you found yourself on the floor, lying on top of the crippled prince, having tripped over his form half hidden in the throng. You had expected him to be furious, but he just laughed and asked your name. After that you began spending more time with him, and his brothers. You went from intrigued to admiring to loving within a matter of months. And now you were able to show him.

Your lips met Ivar’s softly, little more than a whisper of connection, testing the waters; you were still unsure if he felt the same, or if Ubbe was just teasing.

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

You were answered by a warm, calloused hand came up to your face, pulling you in closer, adding pressure to the kiss, which became ever warmer. You felt wetness on your face, and pulled away, worried.

Ivar was crying.

“Ivar…” you said softly, using your thumb to wipe away a tear. “Ivar… what’s wrong?”

His eyes were full of pain as he whispered, “Me. I’m wrong, Y/N. Look at me. Why would you want this?”

He still didn’t get it, did he?

You placed a hand softly on his legs.

“Because regardless of these, or perhaps, because of them, you are who you are,” you smiled softly, moving your hand up to his chest.

“I want you for what’s in here, Ivar,” you muttered, moving your hand once more to cup his face, and gently tapped his temple.

“And for what’s in here. I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are, Ivar Lothbrok, how beautiful you are to me.”

Ivar’s tears had stopped, and instead love, pure, unbridled, grateful love filled his eyes, and he pulled himself into you, your heads resting in the crook of the other’s neck.

You sat on the shore like that for some time, in each other’s arms, and when you headed back into Kattegat, you saw Ubbe and Sigurd talking down a side street, a bouquet of meadow flowers lying discarded on the ground.

lilaccastle submitted:

I’m Japanese (fourth generation living in Canada). I spent pretty much all of my middle and high school years surrounded by very sexual white friends. I tried so hard to be both “normal” (aka more sexual) and not “too stereotypical”.

Eventually I learned more about sexuality (and learned I was asexual) and race issues (and that it was okay to like things in my own culture and things like cultural assimilation). I stopped trying to be sexual and felt okay liking Japanese things, including the overly cute stuff, and I just felt a lot better.

Eventually, I learned that a lot of Japanese things, including the overly cute stuff, is really fetishized and sexualized, which completely baffled me. I spent so long being self-conscious about how sexually unattractive I always felt that I never even thought that the opposite end of the spectrum of racism. tbh between white beauty standards and the fact that most Japanese things (particular pop culture stuff) are infatalized I kind of thought it would be like sexual repellent but apparently not due to fetishization and pedophilia undertones around sex and there’s just absolutely no winning.

anonymous asked:

I'm also not saying that one day Tango asks Chowder "why does the team act like we don't have sex?" because holy shit dose the team infatalize both of them and it's super frustrating he probably asks where they can hear. -autisticzimmboni

omg yeah like this is exactly why I assume the team doesn’t even notice for a long time that they’re dating because they just assume they’re both kinda cuddly people and don’t see their sweet young ones as a romantic couple much less people who make out in each other’s laps at kegsters when no one’s watching.

also I’m imagining Lardo breaking in after someone makes a comment about them being ‘pure’ or something like “Listen, we share a bathroom and those doors are not that thick, I have Heard Things. Adult things. Very very adult things.”

(they’ve also heard her having sex with Shitty though so like fair’s fair)



Florentijn Hofman

"Macaco Gordo (Fat Monkey)”

Sao Paulo

5 x 4 x 15 Meters

Inflatable and Flip Flops


“The Fat Monkey is a site specific work which was created out of the question from the Pixelshow to make a sculpture during their conference in 2010. Made with the help of local students and made from the brazilian icon; the flip flop which obviously works as one of the 10.000 pixels. The fat monkey is a work in the series Obeastitas.

Here some movies of the making of and the result.”