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anonymous asked:

This isn't a joke or me trying to start drama on your blog but... do you hate men? Because I'm a lesbian and I do... and it makes me feeling like I'm fulfilling the stereotype of a man-hating lesbian. I interact and genuinely like <5 individual men, but I hate men as a whole. Is it wrong?

Generally yes lol, but gay, bi, and trans men are mostly pretty cool, although I generally prefer mostly women in my life. I keep a few GBT men very close, but no cishet men st all and I make sure to intentionally put women first in my life. I am annoyed by men more than I hate them though- I don’t think it matters if it was a stereotypical thing though because if men were that bothered by it, they could just choose to be better.

the quality of mercy (1/1)

Summary: In which Killian confesses to David and Emma. Spoilers for 6x12.

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Words: ~4.3k

Notes: I had a lot of feelings about the end of 6x12.  Title from The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare.  Much love and gratitude to my instrumental wife @ripplestitchskein for reading this through for me.

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The worst of it, Killian thinks, is that for a moment, he doesn’t recall the man’s face.

He was nothing but a liability, standing between his crew and enough riches to carry him from one day to the next, bleeding out a living until he could sink his hook into the crocodile’s neck. And he doesn’t recognize David’s father at first, because he’d been merely one in the stream, one of the nameless voices that whispers to him late at night, or early in the morning, growing louder and louder, until he’s forced out of bed – and out of the endearingly tight circle of Emma’s arms – to wander along the line where the town meets the sea.

Only now, this one has a name, and the longer and harder he peers down at the drawing, the more familiar he seems. Not only from a hazy memory, but from the set of his brow, the swell of his cheeks, features he sees in the man he now calls his friend, and in the woman he longs to call his wife. And here, in the midnight shadows of the home he shares with her, he holds tight to the incriminating pages, a wisp of the darkness still stirring in his heart suggesting he surrender them to the sea.

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I did a redraw of some fuckin rad people! Really wish I could have been at PAX this year, but at least I get to see sick pictures like this! This was a lot of fun to work on!







Incoherent Insults for the Signs

Aries: Inbred Tuba
Taurus: Trashy Aardvark
Gemini: Hippy Cactus
Cancer: Arrhenius Worm
Leo: Gullible Mitten
Virgo: Vicious Cylinder
Libra: Waggish Twine
Scorpio: Lethal Dinghy
Sagittarius: Mute Bugle
Capricorn: Resolute Stain
Aquarius: Uneducated Wedge
Pisces: Sloppy Harp