speaking of references there is a joke in here that probably only my mother and i will get


This is a (decently long, sorry for the lack of writing these past few days) one-shot for the below prompt! It… didn’t turn out exactly like the ask, but I hope you like it anyway! I’ve been wanting to try writing trans!lance for a while because I absolutely love that hc, and I really enjoyed writing this, so let me know if you guys like it, because I could definitely see myself doing another fic with it.

Trans! Lance where an asshole alien keeps miss gendering Lance and being transphobic and he starts to get upset and then the team overhears this happening and are about to kick the aliens ass.

I tried to make it gen… but it ended up being very klance, especially at the end… so uh… I hope you like it anyway! Sorry this always happens when I try to write gen fics.

Only half the team knew.

Contrary to their belief, Lance was actually an expert secret keeper. With a large family like his, he had to know when to keep his mouth shut. So, despite the loud, obnoxious, open persona he displayed for the others, he could also be sneaky.

He’d the had practice of years sneaking out of the Garrison, or even his house when he was little to go see the beach at night with his siblings.

So, keeping a secret on an unbelievably large castle ship with only six other people on it was easy.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

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anonymous asked:

hey, can I get some advice? I've been working on a book for the past few years, and 2 of the main cast are jewish (the protagonist and his older sister). their faith isn't the main focus of the book, and the brother doesn't really practice, but I want to include it as an important part of their lives. what are some aspects of being jewish that you wish were included more in fiction? is there anything I should know (dos/don'ts)? thank you!

hm, this is a really broad question. i’ll do my best with general answers but please send me follow-up questions so i can be more useful (off-anon is better so we can have more of a conversation).

DO include:

  1. a sense of justice and duty to improve the world.
    whether or not you are religious, being jewish means a lifelong devotion to improving the world. jews have been involved in every civil rights movement you can think of. look into the jewish values of tikkun olam, “repairing the world,” and tzedakah, literally meaning “justice,” “righteousness,” or “fairness,” but used in practice to mean “charity” or “generosity.” these values extend beyond the purely religious and are a fundamental part of jewish life.
  2. an inclination to analyze and debate.
    jews are stereotyped as nerdy and argumentative, and there’s a real reason for it: judaism highly values academic debate. judaism is characterized by struggle, not only with our oppression but with everything. we are taught to struggle with tradition even as we celebrate it, to struggle with authority even as we respect it, to struggle with g-d even as we love him and he loves us. jews will sit down and talk about one word choice in one passage of the torah for innumerable hours and still know we haven’t reached every possible interpretation. there’s a common saying – “two jews, three opinions.” we love to argue, we really do.
  3. specificity.
    if you want your characters to be accurately jewish, you’ll have to be more specific.
    what ethnicity are they? are they ashkenazi (european jews), sephardic (jews descending from spain), mizrahi (MENA jews), beta israel (jews descending from ethiopia)? are they converts? are they mixed? do they come from an interfaith background? were they raised observant, become religious later in life, abandon the religion but not the culture?
    what branch of judaism do they belong to? are they orthodox, conservative, reform, reconstructionist? are they hasidic?
    the answer will change what foods they eat, what music they listen to, what language they speak at home, how they practice certain holidays, how men and women interact with each other, how modestly they dress, whether or not your male character shaves, what superstitions they hold, whether or not they’re allowed to get tattoos, how they interact with their elders, and more.
    obviously if these things aren’t directly relevant to your story there’s no reason to get excessively specific. there are constants throughout judaism, and aside from hasidic jews and orthodox women, most jews dress like whatever the norm is where they live. but do the research anyway, because if your character is supposedly sephardic and drops yiddish into their speech, that makes them, and you, less credible.
  4. religion.
    i know you said the protagonist doesn’t really practice. i personally encourage you to change this. you don’t have to write about them going to synagogue or anything but maybe have them kiss the mezuzah as they enter their home, have them keep kosher, have them wear a magen david, a kippah, maybe even tallit.
    yes, this will mean more research for you, but heres why its important imo: antisemitism targets the religious element of judaism just as much as it targets the ethnic element. antisemitism has most frequently appeared throughout history as jews being forbidden from practicing our religion, being forced to remove religious garments and eat treyf and have our synagogues barred or demolished. even now, religious and cultural apathy in american jews is in large part due to our forced assimilation. not long ago it was dangerous to be religiously jewish in public, so families started raising their kids less and less religious for their safety. every jewish character you see on TV is the kind who practices hanukkah and not much else. it would be wonderful if you could at least imply a difference.
    if you don’t feel there is a way for you to do that sensitively (i’m assuming you’re a goy or you probably wouldn’t be asking me this), that’s fair, but i hope you will consider it.

DON’T include:

  1. the obvious stereotypes.
    duh. no greedy bankers, no misogynistic or lecherous men, no doting or overbearing mothers with long island accents, no feeble nerdy men whose failure to live up to white masculinity is the butt of a joke. no mean adjectives attached to characters’ beautiful down-turned noses or lovely dark curly hair.
  2. nazis or nazi allegory characters.
    you haven’t mentioned the antagonists of your story, but just to be safe: if youre not jewish or romani, steer clear of nazis. seriously. jews have had enough of nazis.
  3. criticisms of judaism.
    i’m assuming you know this since you were sensitive enough to ask about representing jewish characters, but for the crowd: if you’re not jewish, it’s not your place to criticize judaism. somewhat related, but please don’t use your jewish characters as your mouthpiece for issues regarding israel and zionism. those conversations are way less intra-community since they affect others, but you cannot claim to hold a jewish point of view on them by having your jewish characters express “their” opinions.
  4. the word “jews.”
    i notice you didnt use this word in your ask! good. just like referring to women as “females” or trans people as “transgenders,” reducing jewish people to an adjective is a subtle but insidious way to strip our humanity. i know i’ve been saying “jews” a lot for convenience, but that’s a luxury i get as a jew myself :p
  5. resentment towards their family/community.
    if their parents are in the picture, i encourage you to write them as good parents. there are abusers in every culture, but there is a huge stereotype about jewish parents being abusive/manipulative (jewish mothers, in particular). leave the fiction about abusive jewish parents to jews. likewise, don’t have other authority figures in the characters’ jewish community mistreat or bore them.

that’s all i can think of for now. i hope this has been helpful at all, and please feel free to send me follow-up questions!!! good luck with your story.

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» prince!junmyeon, 11.1k, can i request smut w/ the reader and either junmyeon or yixing?

warning: smut (again vanilla, first time for both), mentions of death, violence, torture, medieval concepts, witchcraft, pagan ideas and a bunch of other things you can expect

part of the royal!exo au series

He's not in love. He has to keep telling himself this as the pair of you just keep watching and looking and it is so intense. He’s not kissed someone before so he doesn’t know if he should kiss you but his mind is a mess and he thinks that he must kiss you.

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We All Fall Down - Seventeen

You didn’t sleep or at least you didn’t think you did. You spent most of the night laying face up on the guest bed, tears that you rarely let anyone see flowing down your face. Minutes blurred into hours as you questioned yourself over and over again, how had you let yourself end up here?

The things Will had told you had made your blood run cold, yet at the same time you found that you weren’t all that suprised. Not now that you thought about it. Spencer HAD been fixated on you, you’d figured that out long ago. So why should you have been the only one it had happened to. And why had you been the only one that had allowed themselves to get trapped by him?

You knew the answer really. Because you had been that low at that point that marrying someone you didn’t love but who’s child you’d been carrying, had seemed like the only option you had. And Spencer WASN’T a monster, or at least he wasn’t what you would consider one. He’d treated you right for the most part, provided for you even if that meant you having nothing to call your own, he’d left his position at the university and moved to New York for you. Although now you thought about the second incident Will had mentioned, that all made perfect sense. But even though you didn’t love Spencer Reid and you would never love him, not truly in the way he wanted you to or at least he used to want you to, you didn’t hate him. You were for the most part indifferent to him which was quite possibly worse. You hated yourself for ending up here though, but was that his fault?

Was it Derek’s?

Surely it had to be yours.

But now, with everything Will had said, the comments the others had made about him having issues, being obsessive and easily infatuated and that making someone dangerous. And the events of the evening, and him grabbing and bruising your wrists the day of the funeral.

You now didn’t know what to think.

At some point you must have dozed off a little, you could hear a knocking on the bedroom door and it took you a few befuddled seconds to react to it. Emily entered the room carrying two mugs with her. She held one out to you and motioned towards the mattress, sitting on it when you nodded. You took the drink, smelling strong coffee and you sipped on it gratefully, your eyes feeling like someone had rubbed crushed up glass in them and your banadaged hand still throbbing.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Emily asked you although you were fairly sure that your face gave it all away.

“I honestly don’t know how to feel about everything.” Your voice was hoarse and quiet.

“That’s fairly understandable. Well, you’re welcome here as long as you need it babe.”

You nodded, knowing that you didn’t have anywhere else to go. “Emily, did you know Spencer when he was younger?” From the things she’d told you you were under the impression that she was from around here.

“Not really. We went to the same high school but he and JJ were in a different year. I remember being aware of them because most people from this area are, it not often there’s two award winning writers in one family, especially one as young as Spencer was, but I didn’t really know them. My grandmother and I lived on the other side of town so it’s only since I moved back that I got to know the family.

“Your grandmother?”

Emily shifted on the bed, getting comfortable as she drank from her cup. “Yeah my grandmother bought me up. I lived with her until I left for college. She passed away a few years ago.”

“Where were your… erm, where were your parents?” It wasn’t an unwarranted question to ask but you felt awkward asking all the same.

Emily pushed a lock of her hair back before beginning. “Well my mom….. My mom’s an actress, quite well known in soap opera land actually…. Anyway, I came along at a rather inconvenient time for her I guess because when I was about four months old she decided she wasn’t cut out for motherhood and dropped me off with my Geema. She’d turn up once or twice a year and take me out for the day, buy me whatever the latest barbie doll was and then I wouldn’t see or hear from her again for months. Growing up, I saw my mother through the TV screen but rarely in person. And I don’t know who my father is. She won’t say but I suspect it was one of her co stars at the time, an actor called Jason Gideon.”

That name rang a bell in your head and you suddenly knew who her mother was. “Wait your mom’s Elizabeth Prentiss?” You could totally see the resemblance now.

Emily nodded. “I’m not totally sure I’d bestow the title of mother upon her though. I mean our relationship is better now that I’m older but I think it’s only a because she doesn’t have to take care of me.”

“Do you still see her then?”

“Not regularly. I didn’t see or hear from her for about six years in actual fact. When Tara and I first got together though, we were talking abouts families and our parents and I ended up slipping into about a three month long depression which we figured out was caused by wondering why she didn’t want me. So after some pushing and prodding from Tara, I tracked down her address and went and asked her outright.”

“And what did she say?” you were both intrigued and somewhat jealous. At least Emily had been able to speak to her mother.

“Pretty much that I was an inconvenience to her career. She was terribly apologetic about it to my face, it just wasn’t the right time for her to be a mommy and she regretted leaving me and all that. We do see each other occasionally now but I still can’t understand. Why have me if she didn’t want me? What kind of person abandons their child? Especially someone who was earning good money as well.”

“My mom left me,” you blurted out suddenly. Emily’s eyes widened at the realisation that you had this in common.

“She did?”

“Yeah. She left me and my dad when I was seven years old. Not even her sister knew where she’d gone. She didn’t leave a note or anything. I just came home from school one day and she wasn’t there.”

“Jesus Y/N. How did your dad take it?”

“Extremely poorly apparently. He drank himself into a bottle and died from cirrhosis when I was eleven. My Aunt bought me up, mom’s sister.”

“My God, parents suck sometimes.”

You nodded in agreement. “People suck sometimes.”

“This is also true,” Emily patted your leg through the comforter. “But I don’t suck…. At least not dick anyway,” she grinned at her own joke. “You wanna get up? Ill make pancakes? Then I could use your help. I gotta try some new recipes out and I need a guinea pig.”

Being Emily’s guinea pig sounded incredibly appealing and you told her so.

“Excellent. If you wanna shower there’s fresh towels. And Tara washed your clothes from yesterday, even managed to get the blood out too. Apparently she knows some formula for removing it that she learnt in medical school. I’ll see you downstairs in a few.”

After Emily left you hauled yourself off the bed and moved to the bathroom, finding a toothbrush in a wrapper set out for you. You didn’t want to risk wetting your bandage so you decided not to shower, just brushing your teeth and washing your face instead. Your eyes were puffy and red and your hair hung in rat tails, the results of the rainwater.

You looked a mess, which seemed incredibly fitting.

The rest of the day was spent in Emily’s huge kitchen, her feeding you dish after dish whilst her cat Sergio, sat purring on your lap. You got the distinct feeling she was holding back from you, she wanted to ask questions about what Will had referred to last night but she also wanted you to open up to her in your own time. And you decided that you would. Emily was quite possibly the first friend you’d had in years and her and Tara had opened their home to you. You just would do it slowly, you told yourself.

Tara arrived home later and the three of you sat down for a meal you’d like to say you helped prepare, but really you just sat watching Emily cook, amazed at how quickly she could turn a pile of ingredients into a meal fit for a queen. Just as you were about to begin eating, the doorbell sounded, the three of you pausing and looking at each other.

“I’ll go,” Tara put her cutlery down. “It’s probably Will checking up on you.”

She disappeared and minutes later she still wasn’t back. You and Emily listened carefully, your eyes widening when you realised you could hear your husband talking.


“I know. She won’t let him in though, not if you don’t want her to.”

You did want to hear what was being said though so you both moved to kitchen door.

“Spencer, she’s not here.”

“There’s nowhere else she could be though Tara. You’re the only people she knows in this town. I just want to speak to her, to find out what happened.” Spencer sounded desperate and you closed your eyes briefly knowing exactly how his face would look.

“If you’re that concerned Spencer, then perhaps you could speak to your brother in law,” you could hear a slight hint of venom in her voice as she continued. “I’m sure the police department would be very interested to hear how your wife just decided to go for a walk, in the middle of a storm without her phone, bag or keys and not come back. I’m sure they’d also be interested to know why you’re only looking for her now, 24 hours later.”

“She’s here, I know she’s here. Y/N?!” he began calling out loudly. “Y/N!!”

“Go home Spencer. If you’re really concerned about her, speak to Will. And tell him what actually happened rather than the bullshit story you just fed me.”

With that, she slammed the door in his face.



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A bit late, but here’s Ectober’s Prompt for October 29th: Spiders. I did the best I could to stay on topic (ie poorly). Warnings for copious nerdy-references.

“I always forget that you guys that do that,” Sam said, unable to look away.

Danielle, walking along the ceiling of Sam’s basement in her homemade Halloween Costume, continued to sing off-key. “Spider-Dan, Spider-Dan, does whatever a Spider-Dan does.”

Danny shrugged. “Yeah, we don’t really need to use it really often, what with the flying and all.”

“Can she swing, from a web? Even better: she can fly.”

“This is painful to listen to,” Danny informed her.

“More painful than the Amazing Spider Man 2?” Danielle asked.

“I thought we swore a clone-cousin blood pact to never speak of that again.”

“Y’know,” Sam said. “As hilarious as the thought of one of my nosy parents seeing you and having a heart attack, you should probably come down eventually.”

She flapped a dismissive hand. “Psht, relax, Sam. I know how to-”

Everyone turned to the the footsteps pounding down the stairs by twos. Sam exhaled with relief as Tucker hopped down the last two steps, grinning proudly in his crisp Starfleet Uniform. “’Sup, local lifeforms.”

“Oh my God,” Sam gaped. “Just when I thought he couldn’t be any more of a nerd, he’s is boldly nerding where no one has nerded before.”

“That joke really doesn’t help your case, Sam,” Danny said. 

Tucker put his hands on his hips in mock affront. “Hey yeah, glass houses, Sam!” He looked admiringly around the Manson’s fully decked out basement. “Even ridiculously expensive imported glass houses.”

“Point taken.” 

Tucker kept glancing around the basement. “Hey Danny, wasn’t Elle supposed to be-”

“HI TUCKER,” she reappeared on the ceiling, two inches from his face.

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It's not tea time - Peter Parker x British!Reader

Prompt (request): “hi!!!! love your writing btw!!!! could I maybe request a Spider-Man x English reader, like reader has just moved to America, peter meets reader at school and it turns out shes the new avenger?? thx love mwah” thank you for requesting, love @davros2004 hope you like it:)

Featuring: The Avengers!

Word count: 2,145

One thing I can tell you about my life is that it was great. I mean, it used to be great during my childhood and early teenage years. It all changed when I discovered I could open portals to any place in the world by just snapping my fingers. Yep. I am one of those phenomenons who normal people call superhumans. Just a couple of months later, mum’s boss transferred her from beautiful England to America, and of course, we all had to leave with her. I begged to stay with my aunt or my cousin, but they told me I was still too young for that.

That’s not the real story, though. I was contacted by one of the famous Avengers, Tony Stark. Stark told me they had tracked me and needed my help in some big bloody battle. Leaving the worries about how the hell he’d found me aside, I told him I couldn’t leave England in the middle of the school year to join some superhero team. Lamest excuse ever. Of course he said he was conscious about it and had me transferred to a “New York high school” via some internship job, and even had talked to the people at my mother’s job to have her transferred too.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I know you guys like roadrat and I wanna love it, but... Isn't Mako kind of a jerk to Jamison? I mean JR has some really cute lines about RH but like his are mostly about shutting him up. There's like one where he says to be good (1/2)

and that’s it. At first I thought it was just banter but I can’t find anything that shows he feels anything but annoyed (or slightly friendly) towards JR. Even in Going legit there’s nothing promising.  So yeah. Mano wtf (2/2)

((Ho boy, this one is going to be an essay *cracks knuckles* Ok, so first and foremost, yes, Roadhog is a mother fucking ass to Junkrat in the voicelines. Pretty much every single response to him is to tell him to shut up. So, yes, there is a definite argument to say that he doesn’t actually like Junkrat, and I think that is DEFINITELY valid. Buuut I have my own take on it.

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boy, oh boy have I neglected posting this concert experience story (3 ½ months overdue yike) for the people who probably could care less about it, but it is finally here, & it is v v v extensive as it includes basically every detail I can recall accurately.

Here ya go, curious cats:

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“Dull” Father! Rick Sanchez x Daughter! Reader pt.2

Thank you all for the feedback on this concept! I still really like this plot, but to be honest I’m confused or lost on what the plot should be. If anyone wants to send me feedback or requests on Father! Rick than go ahead! One question I’ve been asked a few times is if this is an incest story, and No, No it’s not, I wouldn’t. Anyways this is the last angsty piece for a bit since I am writing quite a few “fluff” stories  Rick’s version of fluff anways. Thank you all!

“the thing about having
an alcoholic parent
is an alcoholic parent
does not exist

an alcoholic
who could not stay sober
long enough to raise their kids”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

Trigger Warnings ( I forget to add these): Alcoholism, Mentions of drug abuse, angst, swearing, 

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside [Joshua]

Genre: Christmas/HighSchool!AU/Fluff

Word count: 860

Originally posted by shwua

Christmas lights were twinkling, creating patterns of colourful dots on the plain walls of Jisoo’s bedroom. You turned your head from looking absentmindedly at the ceiling to the face of your boyfriend who, to your surprise, was looking right back at you. Smiling contentedly at him, you yawned and whispered, “What time is it?”

“That’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Don’t be silly, Jisoo,” you muttered as you sat up and stretched out your stiff limbs. “You know I’m not covered for being out after 7pm.” Leaning over the boy, you looked at his alarm clock which displayed in bright numbers 6:45pm.

Although you would rather stay in the heaven that is your boyfriend’s arms for the rest of the night, that would not be okay with your parents. For the lack of a better word, they were not really accepting of the fact you were in a relationship. Even though Jisoo made your head spin like snow whirling brilliant trails in a wintery storm, and he warmed your heart as though it were chestnuts on an open fire, your mother and father wouldn’t open their minds and hearts to the idea. ‘You’re too young!’, they’d insist. ‘You have to focus on your studies!’. Of course, that didn’t put you off the idea of calling the Joshua Hong your own.

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Maid To Serve

TITLE: Maid to Serve

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty Six

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you have been sold to a slave trader to pay a debt. One day you are bought and given to Loki as a gift. He ignores you at first, but he slowly begins to notice your attention to small details in your daily tasks and your funny little quirks. He tries everything he can to seduce you, and the more you resist the more intrigued he is.

RATING: Teen and Up

NOTES: Well this got darker than I thought it would. I better out a trigger on this chapter for drugging. 

“And you have allowed this?” Loki stood in utter shock at what King Njall had just told him.

“I have no proof.” He argued. “Those that are targeted, they are not of great note in society, a few tavern wenches and cheap labourers, transient and uninteresting, no one cares to greatly for them.”

“You are aware these are your children you speak of?” Loki stated in disgust at the king’s attitude.

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So, some of ya’ll white gays are very upset with me and my latest True Tea Video where i answer the question about whether or not RuPaul’s editing/show is anti-black. Now despite the fact that I made a point of saying that I respect Ru for what he’s done and respect Ru for how he’s mainstreamed so many aspects of Gay culture, some of ya’ll are mad. Ya’ll act like I came into your house, slapped your mother and took your daddy into the other room and had loud sex with him with the door open and THEN I ate yo icecream.

So I figured that I would break this down for ya’ll since for some reason it isn’t as obvious to you as it is to me. 

Some of you people only know of RuPaul from Drag Race, and that’s cute for you, I guess. I don’t blame you. In reality, RuPaul didn’t have much cultural relevance at the time of Drag Race’s first season in 2009. So most of ya’ll missed the height of his career and popularity. RuPaul CERTAINLY blazed trails and  was part of the mainstream. However, part of being mainstream is appealing to majority groups and in America, that means engaging in Antiblackness. 

RuPaul is probably best known for his song “Looking Good and Feeling Gorgeous”, but many people might not have seen the music video- so allow me to give you a bit of a break down of it. 

The music video starts with RuPaul dressed in special FX makeup as a large black woman with wild hair, holding a bucket of fried chicken while eating a Banana. in this character, she rants about how she “goes at home at night and cries herself to sleep” because of how ugly she is. She speaks about how she wants to be pretty because she’s “pretty on the inside and wants to be pretty on the outside”. Harmless right? Then she goes on to say that she “wants her nose to look like a Jackson’s” she wants them to “lighten her skin” and to look like “Beyonce”. Now, to the average white consumer these things don’t really sound that out of line. However, within the black community, colorism is a huge issue because of how white supremacy has framed whiteness as a thing to aspire toward. In this segment, RuPaul is embodying a classic blackface stereotype, the Mammy. And RuPaul has a very interesting history with Blackface, but we’ll get to that later. 

In the next scene we see Ru on a Turn table as a dark skinned womanhaving all of her flaws pointed out. Notice her dark skin and her more noticeably natural hair texture. 

After a bit of surgery, Ru Reemerges. 

Instead of a large darkskinned woman, she has now transformed into a tinner woman with lighter skin and blonde hair. 

And her white doctor approves!

Now, this is really just a very light example of what I’m referring to when I discuss RuPaul’s anti-blackness. Yes, plenty of queens of come onto his show and snatched trophies and that’s all good and all, but there are endless examples of anti-blackness on the show. What’s interesting to me is that I’ve seen the show since it’s beginning. I gagged when they referred to season 1 as the “lost” season! I’ve seen the show shift and I’ve seen the show change and I still watch it now mostly out of habit. But as I grew as a person who became more passionate about social issues, I couldn’t help but notice the amount of anti-blackness on the show and more than on the show, within the fanbase. The original question that I received was about the fanbase and less about the show. The fanbase is extremely anti-black and I find that ironic because RuPaul is black. Let me show you a tweet that I saw just yesterday from a former crowned queen. 

In my video, I say that RuPaul feels to me, at times, like a white man in blackface. What do I mean by that? I mean that RuPaul seems to only connect to his blackness through the usage of stereotypes and the expectations that white society has of black people. RuPaul reminds me of that black friend we always hear about when a white people says something hella racist. They’ll never be offended by it or call it out because, after all, it’s just a joke and we should just “get over it bitch”. In this conversation, people are constantly telling me that RuPaul is black so how can he be anti-black. These people are usually white so it doesn’t surprise me how they may not have an insight into this: Anti-blackness among black people is rewarded by mainstream society. When a black celebrity has come out and attacked black movements like Black Lives Matter, how does white society respond? Do they criticize them? Do they argue against them? Do they tell them they’re being disrespectful? No. They CELEBRATE them. And further than that, they use them as tools against black people who are speaking up and fighting against their oppression. So black people can be, and often are, anti-black because it serves them. It’s a way that they can, even if just superficially, get ahead of the game. It allows them to be “not one of those black people”. To be completely transparent here, I know what this feels like because I was one of those people for a very long time in my life. I was a good black girl that wasn’t like the others and it made me feel special to be embraced by white society. And then I woke up and realized that I am a tool for them.

RuPaul is a tool for every white gay person against any time they are ever called out for racism. It’s very telling that the fanbase is so incredibly racist, yet the show is hosted by a black man. Shouldn’t that seem off to you? Shouldn’t that seem strange to you? Do you know why it doesn’t? Because whatever little racism you express, you feel like RuPaul would sign off on it- when in reality he just isn’t calling it out or curving it. But even further, RuPaul has been, like many LGBT people of color, put into this position of feeling like he can only support either the gay community or the black community. Part of that is cosigning on the problematic shit white gays do. 

Meet Shirley Q Liquor

Shirley Q Liquor is one of many blackface characters played by a white man named Chuck Knipp. He has released several songs and you can hear one here. Ru Paul had the following to say about Shirley Q Liquor. 

“Critics who think that Shirley Q. Liquor is offensive are idiots. Listen, I’ve been discriminated against by everybody in the world: gay people, black people, whatever. I know discrimination, I know racism, I know it very intimately. She’s not racist, and if she were, she wouldn’t be on my new CD.”

When she says her CD, she’s referring to a remix of her song Supermodel, in which she has a verse on. Now, anyone who is even slightly aware can tell that Shirley Q Liquor is in black face, embodying an anti-black stereotype of a black woman and presenting it to mainstream gay audience which is usually mostly white. Here are members of Queer Eye For the Straight Guy posing with Shirely. 

Oh, but I know what you’re saying: these things all seem old. That outdated mid 2000s fashion is everywhere on this post! 

When I recorded that episode of True Tea, I had no real idea who was going to be on Season 8. I, of course, had my sources and knew already, but I wasn’t sure. So when I knew for sure that Bob The Drag Queen was on the show, I was reminded by a bit of a tiff we had a few years ago over the following picture. 

This was actually my introduction to Bob The Drag Queen and it bought up a lot of interesting questions. I wrote about it twice on my blog and Bob responded a few times via his blogs. Those blogs were hard to dig back up for some reason (probably deleted them because of the show), but his response essentially amounted to saying that black people upset or offended by his blackface act are insecure with their blackness. This is a very typical thing that blackface performers who perform for white audiences tend to say. That I am simply insecure with my blackness because he’s performing a blackface number for a white audience without critique. And the lack of critique, to me, is the issue. I can’t say I’m 100 percent against the idea of a black person reclaiming blackface. I think it’s been done and done really interestingly well by some artists. But the difference between those artists and Bob is that those artists utilized Blackface as a way of criticizing tropes, while Bob, Shirley and Ru all invite white audiences to laugh at stereotypes of Black Women. At the end of the day, each of them men can take these costumes off and go on about their lives, but they will never deal with the repercussions of stereotypes that are constructed to attack, demean, dehumanize and disrespect black women. While I don’t approve of Shirley Q Liquor, I understand why he, as a white man does it. White men have done this historically and gotten away with it. But Bob and Ru are both black men. Black men with black mothers. 

Now, everyone is entitled to like what they like and perform how they perform, but here’s my thing: When you’re black and you have an audience and you have a voice and you’re given opportunities that many aren’t- why not use that platform as a way of uplifting black people? What’s been very interesting about the response to my video and the very distinct divide between race on this issue. White gays are PISSED at me for this video, while a lot of black people who support the show agreed with me. And guess what? They’re the ones who actually have to live with anti-blackness. We’re the ones who actually have to deal with the repercussions of it all. So we feel it and even if we love Ru (as I do), we still recognize that there’s anti-blackness that is prevalent in the show and in Ru’s career. 

It’s saddening to me that so many gay people have so little resources that RuPaul is truly their end all be all. I am critical of Ru because, I suppose, there’s a part of me that believes that he can do better. Unfortunately though, I have learned time and time again that RuPaul only truly cares for maintaining himself and his own career. None of what I’ve said overrides any of his accomplishments nor his huge contribution to culture. But I think it’s worth criticizing and acknowledging. In reality, most mainstream black men have had to engage in anti-blackness in order to get where they are. That’s a part of operating within a white supremacist structure. To a non-black person RuPaul represents diversity and progress, but to many black people, he represents someone who has done great things, but has utilized anti-blackness so often that it’s hard to truly identify with him. RuPaul has blazed a lot of trails, but he hasn’t blazed mine. 

For Your Amusement.

The way the heat fell down on me and the bright light that made it impossible for me to see when I opened my eyes, I would have thought I was in an alternate dimension. Add in the heavenly, chiseled features of the man who was staring down at me with the piercing sky blue eyes and my fears were only heightened.

My lips were too dry to utter a word so it was him instead who spoke. “Are you okay?”

"Where am I? Who are you?” My eyes squinted with confusion and in an attempt to block out the bright sun that was blinding me even as this stranger hovered over me, kneeling by my side.

“I’m Jesús.”

“No. Seriously. Who are you?”

An amused smirk laid his lips as if he had gotten this question millions of times though he didn’t bother to repeat himself. He held out his hand for me to take but I quickly shook my head. “No thanks. I’ll just lay here.” I hadn’t realized until now that I was laying on hard concrete.

Another chuckle. I narrowed my eyes at the stranger who was known as Jesús. “Do you find me amusing or something?”

“I do.” He nodded with a smile and an equally handsome man walked up and handed him a water bottle. What the hell type of place was this?!

I began to look around at me, finally becoming aware of my surroundings, the fact I was still at the amusement park and now there were strangers seemingly with all eyes on me. “Oh no. I’m so embarrassed. All of these people are staring and whispering about me.”

Still bent at my side, Jesús turned to look at the figures I was referring to around us before he turned to me again. “I think they’re looking at me,” he said confidently.

“Well that’s a cocky thing to say. You’re cute but you aren’t that cute.” Okay, that was a lie. He was more than cute. He was like sex on a platter.

His laugh and the smile that followed was beginning to become infectious. Maybe if I kept entertaining him, he wouldn’t leave my side and I would be stuck in this dream world forever.

“Here.” He held out the water bottle towards me which I gladly took, easily being reminded of how dry my throat felt at the moment as I twisted the cap off and satisfied my thirst. “Are you here with anyone?”

I nodded my head. “My family is around here somewhere. I walked off to grab some ice cream and I guess I got punished for that because here I am.”

“The heat just probably got to you. Let’s get you up.” He stood up first and then began helping me up as well, using his hand to support my elbow and lead me towards a nearby bench. A few people continued to stare while others began to wander away thankfully.

I sat down comfortably on the bench, relaxing temporarily in the shade that was now provided out of the blistering sun. “You should give your family a call to let them know you’re okay.”

I narrowed my eyes towards him. “I am a 25 year old grown woman. I’m able to take care of myself. They know that.”

“You sure? You look about 12 and it doesn’t help that you managed to nearly pass out on your own,” he chuckled.

“Ah, I see. So now it’s you who has the jokes?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. I had begun to reach into my pocket and pull out my cell phone before he took it into his own hands without hesitation, scrolling through what I assumed to be the contacts.

“Is your father here?” I nodded.

I assumed he clicked the contact information he saw labeled for him as he soon had the phone pressed to his ear. Within a couple of moments he was speaking into the phone. “Hi. I’m Jesús. I’m here with your daughter and she’s not feeling too well.”

I couldn’t hear what my father was saying in response but I could see Jesús slightly nod his head as he listened, that smile still present on his face. “Yes, I’m a friend of hers. No I’m not her boyfriend.”

I quickly blushed with embarrassment. It was amazing how my parents still treated me like a child and found a way to embarrass me at every possible moment.

“We’re by the large tower. Uh huh. Okay. Thank you.” With that, he hung up and handed the phone back to me. “They’ll be here soon but in the meantime you never told me your name.”


“Well it’s nice to meet you even under the circumstances. You should probably eat something soon. It’s only going to get hotter throughout the day and I’d hate for you to fall ill again.”

“Will you come rescue me again?”

He laughed. “I’ll be there every time.” God, did he have to be so charming?!

I looked away from him for a moment to see my teenage brother nearing us, his mouth hanging open as if he had seen a ghost. “Woah,” Sean commented. “You’re Jesús Navas.”

How the hell did he know him?

“Yes. I am. This is your sister?” My mother rushed up to me before Sean could even respond to him, pulling me into a hug. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I assured her but that didn’t stop her from breaking away from the hug to give me a once over to make sure all of my body parts were still there and unharmed.

Parents. They never change.

She turned to Jesús and gave him a gentle smile. “Thank you so much. I’m glad she ran into a friend.”

“It’s no problem at all. She’s a great source of entertainment,” he commented before looking towards me. “I was just going to grab some food if you wanted to come? That is if you’re not tired of me by now.”

And how could I be? With that charming smile and that tussled hair that glowed under the sunlight making him look like he had his very own personal halo. Not to mention the eyes. Ugh, those eyes.

“Sure! I mean…sure. I’m starving.” JesúsJesus stood from the bench, holding out his arm playfully so I could interlock mine with his. “I’ll take good care of her,” he commented to my parents who seemed to trust him enough to nod and allow us to walk off. Meanwhile, I was stuck still feeling as if I had actually fainted and never woken up from the daydream.

so, this situation has come to a close already (and has been closed for a good two days now) but the second of the two people that jonghyun followed on twitter in order to have private direct conversations with chose to post screencaps of their conversation on her blog to share with the internet yesterday (kst). the conversation is somewhat similar to the first but obviously also differing considering the change in person jonghyun had it with. this will be the last post that is made on this subject but i felt that it is (as it was with the first) very important to be shared. jonghyun himself stated in the conversation below that he had no problem with her sharing the conversation and that there is nothing in the conversation for him to be ashamed of, so. a little refresher: the conversation that criticism stemmed from came from an out of context quotation ripped from a conversation with dear cloud’s nine which can be found here. jonghyun’s apology / post about the criticisms on both his instagram and twitter can be found here, and a translation of the first conversation can be found here. the conversation is very, very long - much longer than the first -, so everything is being put behind a cut! 

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Happy Birthday princelingmeow! Here is your fic which I have been sitting on for weeks.

The prompts were: “This love would be your downfall.” and two of them going at it in a semi-public place– just private enough that nobody but the third person will walk in on them– in hopes of tempting him to join in.

About 3000 words, no warnings. Bit of suggestiveness. Eruriren.


This love would be your downfall, he found himself thinking, and mine, and so I will not speak of it, nor even look in your direction longer than I am expected to.

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Why HopuRai? (head canon)

As promised in my Ship Wars post, my head canon for “Why HopuRai?” As I said in that post, our preferred ships say far more about us and our views on love, lust, and intimate relationships than they do about the intentions of the game designers, stories, or characters. Also, let me reiterate, I’m not bashing anyone’s ship. While I’m a die-hard HopuRai fan, my eldest daughter much prefers the Vanille/Hope pairing (although we’d both place Vanille with Fang before we’d place her with anyone else). These are just my thoughts in my space shared for inspiration, respectful discussion, whatever for those interested.

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lily + marauders headcanons

so like, lily’s interpersonal relationships with the other three marauders are super important to me. because she’s more than, ‘oh, that’s my mate’s girl.’ they’re friends with james, and they’re friends with lily, and james and lily just happen to be dating. so here are a few of my headcanons, how / when they each became friends with her and what their friendships were like. enjoy. 


They really become friends in third year. It’s late one night and they’re two of the few students still in the common room. Remus is reading a book, probably fiction or a biography, and Lily is doing homework but she is so stressed out. She ends up slamming her hand down and letting out a groan so Remus asks if she needs help.

Her first response is a stubborn and frustrated, “No!” Followed quickly by a sigh and a defeated, “Yes.” So Remus goes over to her table and looks over her papers.

“This is the problem you’re working on?” He points to her parchment and she nods. He looks over her scrap paper and chuckles.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“No, look. You’ve already got the answer, here.”

It turns out she was just so frustrated that she hadn’t realized she’d already figured it out. From then on they do a lot of homework together, Remus keeps her stress levels down and Lily keeps him on track. (Because really, without guidance Remus could start off doing a paper on Gillyweed and end up learning the intricate mating rituals of a minute subculture of mermaids.)

They get on really well. They just click. Remus is the one who understands most of her muggle references. Sometimes they’ll get to talking and laughing so hard about some sort of muggle joke, habit, show, ect and James will get a little jealous. Just because he’s the only child of a wealthy family and is so not used to being left out of anything. They are also always each other’s backup when it comes to tiffts with James. Lily and Remus are def the ones who will just out of the blue ask the other some random philosophical/existential question. Like, they’ll both just be sitting beside one another, studying away, and Lily will just put her quill down on her Arithmancy parchment and:

“Hey, Remus?”

And without looking up Remus will just, “Hm?”

“What are numbers? Like, really?” Remus stops his homework too and just stares off at the fireplace, thinking. Lily continues. “I mean, they aren’t tangible objects. And who gave them meaning? When did we collectively decide what three meant?”

Remus finally jumps in with, “Yeah…and how is it that they so accurately describe certain relationships between aspects of different structures?” And they’re both just sort of staring past each other, going over these thoughts and Peter, who’s been at their feet, lying on the floor doing his own homework is just like

“Really guys?”

Whenever something goes wrong or gets out of hand with the others they will turn to each other for help. As such, the opposite is also true. When the others have an idea for a prank or something of the sort but can’t quite figure it out, they always go to ‘The Council’, and Remus and Lily can usually work out the kinks for them.


They don’t become friends friends until right before Lily and James start dating. The boys all had a habit of just sitting around insulting each other, each one trying to top the last. So they’re all sitting around the common room one night, it’s probably late, and just being obnoxiously loud while insulting one another when Lily walks by. She says something to the effect of,

“Honestly, is this the only thing you lot can think to spend your time doing?”

And Peter, always one to never know when to stop, retorts with, “It’s better than staring at your bloody face all day!” And he totally doesn’t mean anything by it, he was just in a groove. But the other three aren’t laughing and James is looking very,

“Omg, what did he just do? Lily’s totally going to hate me.”

And Lily looks pissed but comes back with, “I’d rather look at my face than have to stand anywhere close to you and smell that horrid breath of yours.” And no one really says anything because they think she’s actually offend but then she smirks and they realize that she’s totally game and start laughing along.

Peter is the brother that Lily never had, and in the most lovable but annoying sense of the word. They steal food from each others plates, make faces at each other, come up with the most disgusting names for the other, blame the each other for everything, have elbow nudge fights for no reason…and they love it. It often falls to Sirius and Remus to play defacto parents to the two of them.

“Padfoot! Lily called me a Bubotuber face!”

“But Peter called me a Flobberworm first!”

“Did not!” And Peter shoves Lily’s shoulder, but she shoves his right back.

“Did too!”

And it’s driving Sirius mad and he’s just, “Enough, from the both of you! Apologize to each other or you’ll no get dessert at dinner!”

But they’re also the ones to exchange, “Are they bloody crazy?” looks when James and Sirius get up to something…well, crazy.


Their real friendship started a little bit after James and Lily got together. Sirius had always liked Lily enough, she was smart and funny, and most importantly, she could handle James exceedingly well. It’s just that when they actually started to date, James spent a whole lot more time with her, time that was taken away from Sirius. It got to the point where he was just pouting all of the time, because either Lily was with them, or James was off with Lily and Sirius was alone. After a few weeks of this, Lily had had enough. One evening, she and James are sitting on his bed and she’s explaining to him a popular television show (let’s be honest, it was probably Doctor Who) when Sirius walks in. He frowns at the two of them.

“Oh, didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just…grab my books.”

And Lily looks to James and mouths, “sorry” before sighing. “It’s okay, Sirius, I was just telling James that he needs to buy a brush or something for this hair of his.” James looks at her, confused, but Sirius gives a snort.

“Oh, he owns one, I’m just not sure he knows how to use it.”

Lily laughs and crawls out of the bed. “Tell me about it. And don’t even get me started on his wardrobe.”  Her and Sirius are now standing by one another.

“Oh, Merlin! Do you know he tries on at least four pair of trousers every morning, just to make sure his bum looks nice?”

And James is just looking, slightly offended, and very confused. “I’m still right here!” But Lily ignores him.

“You’re kidding? What about his table manner though? How horrible are they?”

“Right? It’s like, I know damn good and well his mother taught him better than that!”

The two fall into laughter and Lily links her arm with his. “Speaking of table manners, would you like to get dinner with me?” And Sirius laughs and agrees to accompany her to the Great Hall. As they’re leaving, Lily looks back over her shoulder and smiles at James and it’s then that it clicks with him.

Lily is who Sirius goes to for advice, be it small or big. If they decided to team up during the insult game, everyone else might as well quit, there’s no stopping them. They have weekly beauty rituals, including facials and manicures. When James is being a particularly obnoxious prat, they are quick to team up and knock him down a few pegs but also tend to plan the biggest surprises for his birthday. They bond over the turmoil with their siblings and will always listen to the other after a bad fight. Lily intercepts howlers from Mrs. Black and rushes them out of the room so Sirius won’t have to hear it. If Lily feels a letter from Petunia might be particularly bad, Sirius will read it first and relay it’s words in a kinder tone. They teach each other about the muggle /  wizarding world to the point where Sirius will sometimes act as though he were an authority on muggles and Lily as though she were one on wizarding traditions. He teaches her Wizard’s Chess and she teaches him Monopoly. At one point they probably tried to combine the two. 

anonymous asked:

Cisco and Hartley were together for awhile and it was okay. But Hartley grew up with so many bullshit preconceptions about people who aren't rich, straight, smart, and white from his parents and he never managed to work past it, so his relationship with Cisco imploded in a spectacularly ugly fashion

Thanks, anon! Keep sending, I’m enjoying exploring this. Also, obviously, some warning for ignorant prejudiced comments inside. Not very Hartley-friendly.

The worst part is they’re in bed when it all comes out.

Not actively fucking or anything, just laying there doing some separate reading which usually would turn into comparing notes which would turn into debating which would eventually turn into fucking. But still, the bed is Cisco’s safe zone. The bed is where they can talkin quiet, non-hostile voices and he can say corny things thatHartley, yes, laughs at, but without that mocking edge.

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