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Character Profile Meme: Ithanar Islesun


Full Name: Ithanar Islesun

Other Names: Ithan, Ith - he only allows a few people to call him by a shorter version of his name.

Universe They Exist In: World of Warcraft

Gender and Sexuality: Cisgender male, bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Sin’dorei (Blood Elf)

Birthplace and Birthdate: Almost six hundred years ago on the Isle, a small landmass off the northwestern coast of Quel’thalas.

Guilty Pleasures: “Sappy” romantic literature*. He has a few novels here or there, but he’ll never tell you where there are exactly.

* “Don’t you dare judge me. I’m five-hundred and eighty nine. I deserve to switch up what I read every so often!”

As for not-so-guilty pleasures? Drinking (wine or liquor), sex, and sleeping in too late a little too often (especially recently).

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fic recommendations!

so!! here it is!! it took me a good 10 hours to complete this list and write out the descriptions and link them all and all that jazz but jchnyeiuwt its finally done!! i hope this list helps you find some good fics to read! not all of them are ship related! some are centered around family and friendship. some are lucaya, some are rilaya, and theres even a maya/missy fic & a maya/charlie fic thrown in the mix. also, i didn’t realize how many fucking fics i had to recommend until i started to make this list oh my god. okay, enjoy. there’s a lot (a total of 49 ohmyjhscbywu).

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“Bokuto-san, the meat is burning.”

Keiji watches calmly as his captain flounders, nearly poking his eye out as he struggles to grab all the meat with his chopsticks. It’s just the two of them at Bokuto’s favourite yakiniku restaurant today, which happens occasionally, but this time Bokuto seems more distracted than usual. He usually fills the silence with chatter, or at least hums under his breath; Bokuto is rarely completely silent, but Keiji has gotten used to it. It’s even nice, sometimes, like background noise, so he knows he’s not alone. 

Today, however, Bokuto has been staring into space, not even once mentioning how much he loves this place, which he makes sure to do multiple times whenever they come (Komi kept count once, the record was fifty-seven “Man, this place has the absolute best yakiniku!”s). Keiji has been quietly puzzling over this since they left school, but he can’t recall any mention of failed quizzes, lost practice matches, newly endangered owl species.

“Why did you invite me out today, Bokuto-san?” 

“Oh, well, you know,” the third year stammers, hurriedly dropping meat into his bowl. “I just wanted to talk to my favourite kouhai!”

“You talk to me everyday,” Keiji deadpans.

“Aha, you’re right! And I love talking to you!” Bokuto frowns suddenly, his chopsticks freezing in mid-air. “That’s the problem, Akaashi. I love talking to you too much.”

“I like talking to you too. I don’t see the problem.”

Bokuto’s frown wobbles into a pout. “There is no problem- except for the fact that I’m a third year! A third year, Akaashi! Do you know what this means? It means I’m going to graduate and you’re not, and I’m going away to university while you’ll be setting to someone else, and then we stop talking and you’ll forget about me and I’ll cry which will be terrible!”

Keiji flips his meat on the grill while he ponders how he should react. He can tell Bokuto has been holding this in for a while now, which means he’s just about reached the tipping point for his dejected mode. 

Case A: he tells Bokuto that he’s definitely overreacting. Bokuto might turn defensive, and this involves Keiji coming up with a plausible alternative future.
Case B: he agrees to the proposed hypothetical future. Bokuto bursts into tears right then, and sulks for a week.
Case C: he doesn’t say anything. Bokuto continues to ramble, and sulks for a week. There’s also a sixty-seven percent chance he becomes more clingy.

In under .8 seconds, Keiji comes to his decision. He sighs to himself, casting one last mournful glance at his food. 

“Bokuto-san. You’re overreacting. That won’t happen.” 

“How do you know?!”

“Because I can see the future.” Keiji glances up to find his captain gaping at him, golden eyes wide. Now that he has successfully shut the other boy up, he continues, “You’ll graduate, I’ll attend the ceremony, Konoha-san will cry, and I’ll send you off properly. You’ll go to a school that scouted you, and you’ll make starter quickly. I’ll be setting for someone else, yes, but we’ll still talk volleyball online. You’ll come back to visit, we’ll still come to this yakiniku place. We won’t stop talking just because you graduate, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto stares at him, his eyes now shiny. “Really, Akaashi?”

Keiji spares him a small smile. “Have some faith in our friendship, Bokuto-san.”

“Of course! Our friendship is the best! The strongest! The-”

“But before any of that, Bokuto-san, we’re going to win the nationals, aren’t we?”


Broom People

Ok, let’s talk about Ginny Weasley, wildly underappreciated character, and how, on a mythic level, she is an incredibly elegant counterpart to Harry Potter, even though she barely makes it onto the page.

I have a friend who really enjoys the fanfic work of my friend tozettewrites - he says of her work that she provides “deep reads on shallow characters”. I prefer to think that she sees the potential on the page or screen of the characters as presented in the original work, the way the characters would make sense within the narrative and the world if only they were properly explained and presented. She looks into the gaps and sees the sense, particularly, in Harry Potter, with characters like Tom Riddle and the Malfoys. I want to do the same with Ginny Weasley, because I think she makes an enormous amount of sense within the framework of the story and as a character, but she isn’t there on the page for us to see. I particularly want to pitch why I think Ginny/Harry makes an enormous amount of sense as a ship.

Ginny is the only girl and the youngest of seven in a house run by the tender velvet fist of Molly Weasley, with the input and love of an absentminded professor who loves the Muggle world. She is unbelievably comfortable within the magical world, has an amiable understanding of and comfort with Muggles thanks to her father, and understands completely what it is to be both loved and a little bit invisible. In that way, she is the counterpart and opposite of Harry, who knows what it is to be thoroughly unloved and also a little bit overly observed by a family who mistrusts and hates him, and who has no idea the magical world exists but takes to it almost immediately with wonder and delight, and has been dreaming of it all his life without knowing he was dreaming of it.

Ginny is the seventh child, which is sort of always a big deal, magically speaking - there’s all this cultural occult/story significance associated with being the seventh in a family, because seven is the number of nature in a few spiritual traditions (OK, I’m Jewish, I’m biased). She completely understands how to live in a sort of loving collective, and while she’s shy in front of Harry to begin with, we know from little hints that she’s always been a sort of playful precocious trickster, flying and pranking and connecting with Fred and George in a way none of the other Weasley kids do. We know she takes risks and does the kinds of things that proper young girls don’t do - she writes in the diary. This is a kid who feels the call of adventure and answers it, sometimes to her detriment. This is a kid who will one day co-run an insurgency with her friends Neville and Luna, her own magical trio, despite the risk of death, just because it is the right damn thing to do. She grows up in a familial position that could make her small or complacent or cowardly or just very comfortable, but she is made for adventure.

Harry is an only child, a really classic lone hero, and he just hasn’t been given the opportunity to have the kinds of familial experiences that make Ginny so comfortable within her family and within friendships. He has almost no emotional intelligence (see: the date with Cho), whereas Ginny has her entire family and later Hermione and Luna on her side when she needs to work through life troubles. But Harry, despite the fact that he absolutely could have turned out to be hateful toward Muggles given the Dursleys, despite the echoes of Tom Riddle in his background and the isolation he’s experienced in the years before getting his letters, takes to friendship and loyalty and heroism like a duck to water. He’s all for Ron, right away. He finds Hermione annoying but he still rescues her from the troll in first year, because it’s just what you do. He rejects Draco’s status-based and performance-based model of friendship almost immediately. (He knows poverty is irrelevant to goodness or worth as a friend, maybe because the Dursleys are nice and comfortable and have a fancy new kitchen and neat flowerbeds and are terrifically cruel. Listen, I’m pretty sure Rowling hates the rich.)

And both Harry and Ginny have the same trauma: they’ve had Voldemort in their heads. For Harry it’s been a subtle influence he’s had to carry that has grown, over time, into an unwelcome presence. Ginny, though, invited him in, not knowing she was doing it, just answering the call to adventure, the call of needing someone to talk to who was grand and understanding and interesting. Both have been terrifically lonely and made bad decisions as a result - the diary for Ginny and the events of the fifth book for Harry. (I bet Ginny and Dumbledore would have had a lot to talk about regarding being caught up in someone else’s charismatic personality until it’s nearly too late, given his experiences with Grindelwald. I’d read that fic.) They both know the feeling of being tripped up by their own heads, if not being able to trust what goes on in there, of impetuousness leading to pain and disaster, of feeling overly responsible for the suffering of others (the Petrification victims, Sirius going through the veil). That sense of responsibility drives them toward their respective roles in the final book, both fighting evil, one the human way (Ginny defending students from the harm inflicted by Hogwarts under Voldemort) and one the mythic, mystical, hero’s journey way (destroying the Horcruxes).

And they are both Gryffindor seekers, the kind of person who flies exquisitely, but isn’t interested in the bustle of the game or the point scoring or the beating, and is instead looking for the hidden small sparkling thing that will end the game, that will win the game. Both of them have always had within them the gift of easy flight.

ETA: usually, Ginny is a chaser in Quidditch, even though she substitutes as seeker, as a reblogger astutely noted. That makes sense - a lot of her journey is far more overt and ordinary and human than Harry’s, a journey that would suit a character leading a dystopian YA rebellion story.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Star Trek 2009 fanfic recs?

Where do I start? They’re all kinda old but so good.

My all-time favourite:

Atlas by Angel Baby1/distractedKat

Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning.

And the rest in no particular order, all lovely reads:

West of the Moon by Angel Baby1/distractedKat

They meet Jim in phases, and through him find each other. Once the layers begin to peel back, though, the future bridge crew of the Enterprise finds more than they ever could have dreamed. When the fight to keep him starts in earnest, the cadets and officers of Starfleet begin to learn that not all wars can be won.

Because long before he had friends, Jim had Family, and the Scaretta crime syndicate didn’t survive to the 23rd century by letting go of its own.

Jim Kirk will always be a frustration to Spock–even when that’s not his name.

5 Times James Kirk Almost Died And One He Didn’t by Angel Baby1

You can take the daredevil out of Iowa, but you can’t ever take the driving-off-cliffs out of James T. Kirk, as the unfortunate crew of the Enterprise soon learns.

Illogical (√π233/hy7) by waldorph

If Kirk was a maths genius, and never took Pike up on the dare to do better, but still managed to get to Starfleet? This is what that would look like.

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basmathgirl  asked:

I didn't know there were Austen gay otps (I'm very sheltered). Could you tell me what they are, please?

My time has come.

Because Jane Austen tended to foreground the importance of sisterhood and female friendships and bonds between women in her books, a lot of scholars naturally look to her for evidence of Sapphic love in Georgian and Victorian England. They use her works to prove that there was an awareness of female homoeroticism and an understanding of lesbian love in a sexually repressive era that denied female sexuality altogether.

It’s not a bad idea, and I’ve read some (good and bad) queer readings of Austen that:

  • Try to prove Austen herself was gay
  • Try to suggest that the relationships between sisters, e.g. Jane and Lizzie or Elinor and Marianne, are homoerotic (first of all, yikes, second of all, no)
  • Compared and contrasted her novels with the experiences of Anne Lister, a lesbian from Austen’s time who kept a diary and talked about her sexuality and all her crushes and cute girlfriends (quite informative, actually)
  • Straight up argue that their gay otps in Austen are real

There is an ungodly amount of meta arguing for erotic romance between sisters in Austen, none of which I find convincing, and all of which I find disgusting (Austen scholars, y’all nasty). But probably the two biggest gay otps, or at least the ones I’ve read about the most, are Charlotte Lucas and Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice, and Emma Woodhouse and Harriet Smith from Emma.

The novel Emma begins with Emma Woodhouse’s governess Mrs Weston leaving her to get married; Emma is vehemently jealous and views the husband Mr Weston as a rival. It’s not inconceivable to believe that Emma had harboured secret feelings for her beloved teacher. In this sequence, it is worth noting that although marriages with men are said to bring practical advantages (a house of one’s own, security, money), friendships with women bring emotional advantages, true companionship, and affection. Women must abandon the comfort of their female circle for the social advantages of marriage, and you might even suggest that the love between women is more fulfilling as a result. This is a common theme in Austen’s novels, and so the search for a marriage that brings both emotional fulfillment AND coveted social advantages is a driving need for many heroines.

Emma later meets Harriet Smith, and if you’ve read the novel you’ll know why I bring them up as an example of a gay otp because Emma just adores Harriet. The first mention of Harriet:

Miss Smith was a girl of seventeen, whom Emma knew very well by sight and had long felt an interest in, on account of her beauty.

(Emma’s been scoping out the new hottie in the neighbourhood from day 1.)

She was a very pretty girl, and her beauty happened to be of a sort which Emma particularly admired. She was short, plump, and fair, with a fine bloom, blue eyes, light hair, regular features, and a look of great sweetness; and before the end of the evening, Emma was as much pleased with her manners as her person, and quite determined to continue the acquaintance.

(Harriet you beautiful tropical fish.)

She was so busy in admiring those soft blue eyes, in talking and listening, and forming all these schemes in the in-betweens, that the evening flew away at a very unusual rate

(Time flies when you’re fucking gay, am I right?)

Emma’s attempts to make “worthy” men fall in love with Harriet can be seen as an attempt to sublimate her own desires for Harriet, and even court her by proxy. Similarly, her command that Harriet reject Mr. Martin can be seen as a lover’s jealousy.

The friendship between Harriet and Emma is also depicted as dangerous and inappropriate – ostensibly because of the class differences, but one may also suggest because the intimacy between them was too intense, since Mr Knightley objects specifically to “this great intimacy between Emma and Harriet Smith.”

There’s a lot more written on this subject and how it compares to her desires for Knightley, and why her desires eventually shift to Mr Knightley, but I might leave it there for brevity’s sake.

My personal favourite queer interpretation of Austen comes in the figure of Charlotte Lucas from Pride and Prejudice. As anyone who follows this blog knows, I adore Darcy and Lizzie with a passion, but I am partial to readings of Charlotte and Lizzie’s friendship as romantic.

Charlotte is introduced to us as “Elizabeth’s intimate friend.” She and Elizabeth are always gossiping together; she “told all her griefs to Charlotte Lucas.” On Charlotte’s part, there appears to be an uncommon adoration; she is always encouraging Lizzie to play and sing. Charlotte makes her laugh, and on the whole there is an ease and a lightness and a joy to their friendship that is remarkable. One of the cutest passages:

When the dancing recommenced, however, and Darcy approached to claim [Lizzie’s] hand, Charlotte could not help cautioning her in a whisper not to be a simpleton, and allow her fancy for Wickham to make her appear unpleasant in the eyes of a man of ten times his consequence.

(Lizzie, he’s rich, don’t be a fuckwit.)

Charlotte, I believe, is in love with Lizzie; but of course, she cannot really pursue her in a romantic way. She ends up marrying the disagreeable Mr Collins. Austen narrates:

The whole family, in short, were properly overjoyed on the occasion. The younger girls formed hopes of coming out a year or two sooner than they might otherwise have done; and the boys were relieved from their apprehension of Charlotte’s dying an old maid. Charlotte herself was tolerably composed. She had gained her point, and had time to consider of it. Her reflections were in general satisfactory. Mr. Collins, to be sure, was neither sensible nor agreeable; his society was irksome, and his attachment to her must be imaginary. But still he would be her husband. Without thinking highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had always been her object; it was the only honourable provision for well-educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want. This preservative she had now obtained; and at the age of twenty-seven, without having ever been handsome, she felt all the good luck of it. The least agreeable circumstance in the business was the surprise it must occasion to Elizabeth Bennet, whose friendship she valued beyond that of any other person.

I always find this passage unbearably upsetting - as indeed it is meant to be. Charlotte has no other options than to marry a man - any man who will have her - and she is a burden to her family and to society until she does. When she tells Lizzie about the match, the following exchange occurs:

   "Engaged to Mr. Collins! my dear Charlotte, impossible!“ … "I see what you are feeling,” replied Charlotte; “you must be surprised, very much surprised – so lately as Mr. Collins was wishing to marry you. But when you have had time to think it all over, I hope you will be satisfied with what I have done. I am not romantic, you know; I never was. I ask only a comfortable home; and considering Mr. Collins’s character, connexions, and situation in life, I am convinced that my chance of happiness with him is as fair as most people can boast on entering the marriage state.”

The picture of Charlotte Lucas, the plain, 27 year old woman who marries a tedious man simply to gain security and a “comfortable home” becomes all the poignant if you view her as a lesbian, hopelessly in love with her best friend, yet forced to conform to heterosexual marriage simply to survive.

And this reading becomes even more tragic when you consider that she has a whole speech where she talks about the dangers of losing one’s love by leaving that love unspoken:

“It may perhaps be pleasant,” replied Charlotte, “to be able to impose on the public in such a case; but it is sometimes a disadvantage to be so very guarded. If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him; and it will then be but poor consolation to believe the world equally in the dark. There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself. We can all begin freely – a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement. In nine cases out of ten a woman had better show more affection than she feels. Bingley likes your sister undoubtedly; but he may never do more than like her, if she does not help him on.”

Charlotte did not admit her love, and never showed Lizzie just how much she adored her, and so Lizzie never did more than like her. On Lizzie’s side, the loss of her deeply intimate friend left a great hole in her life, and the loving marriage she forms with Mr Darcy helps to fill that hole. Charlotte was her deepest confidante and friend, and she was stolen away by Mr Collins; Darcy’s conversation with her, which evolves from verbal sparring to deep and intimate exchanges, replaces those discussions with Charlotte. Darcy becomes her best friend; he shows his affections plainly; and he marries her.

Charlotte’s tragedy is that she does not marry for love. Read her as queer, and her tragedy becomes that she cannot marry for love. It adds another dimension to the novel that I find quite satisfying.

To my knowledge there aren’t as many discussions of male homosexuality in Austen. Most of the focus seems to be on ladies loving ladies, but I’m sure there are people out there passionately shipping Darcy/Bingley anyway. 


summary: In the year of her sixteenth birthday, Alya shares something important with Marinette.
a/n: A classic trope of the “coming out” story. Not going to lie, if Adrien wasn’t in the picture, I would totally ship the hell out of these two. Maybe it’s Korra and Steven Universe making me amp up the lady love in every show I’m watching lately, but I’ll just call their ship name “Buggy Wifi”. Even though this isn’t a romance story, just a friendship. ^_^ (Also, this is in second-person, and has hints of Ladynoir).

There was an old saying your father told you, when he bounced you on his large knee and covered your nose in flour. He said that everyone has skeletons hidden away in their closet, phantoms of a past that refuse to die. 

Of course, you didn’t know what he meant being only seven and more interested in pretty cakes than anything else, but it was a way to get closer to your bumbling bear of a parent, so you listened to his inane quotes as if they were the wisest council in the world. 

“Mari, I… will you listen to me? Without being… whatever I tell you, will you promise this won’t come between us?”

It’s only as you get older do you realize how right he was.

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Classrooms, Ships and OTPs

For the anon awhile ago, here’s your teachers au. It didn’t turn out the way I had originally imagined but I hope it’s still good. And thanks for the prompt

“You know how this happened right?” Gail asked, propping her feet up onto a desk.

The science teacher stopped her assault on the door and turned to the blonde. “How?”

She left Holly waiting for a moment, she took her time picking which one of the candy bars she was going to steal from Mr. Shaw’s ‘secret’ stash. Once it was chosen she lounged back and met the brunette’s waiting gaze, slowly unwrapping the chocolate bar. “It seems the school thinks locking us in a room together will make our ship canon.”

“What?” Holly asked, perplexed. “What the hell does that even mean?”

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Things that Bug Me about the Current Naruto vs. Sasuke Fight
  1. Sasuke’s logic makes no sense whatsoever. For someone who claims to want to protect future generations from going what he went through, he sounds way too much like Danzo, the one responsible for screwing him over in the first place. I’m 99% sure it’s unintentional, too, because otherwise, we would have seen a metric shit ton of flashbacks and parallels.
  2. Sasuke is not being selfless. I’m just going to throw that out there. Yes, he's trying to be selfless A for effort but ultimately, if you have to think that hard about it, you’re being selfish.
  3. Naruto still doesn’t understand Sasuke, after almost 700 chapters, and he hasn’t made any significant effort whatsoever to do so. Naruto was someone who grew up with nothing; Sasuke was someone who was forced to grow up when everything was cruelly snatched away from him. Naruto cannot “understand” Sasuke on a fundamental level, and Sasuke is not in the wrong by stating this.
  4. There was a little thing called a final battle with Kaguya that just happened. Now, that battle means nothing, because WE MUST BEAT SOME SENSE INTO SASUKE WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP.
  5. Sakura got shafted to the side again, despite the fact that she played a crucial role in taking down Kaguya just a few chapters ago.
  6. Kakashi, of all people, got shafted to the side as well.
  7. The Sasuke-Madara parallel doesn’t go nearly as far as the manga is insinuating. If anything, Sasuke is more similar to Hashirama, if you consider their shared goal of ultimately creating a better world where the generations to come won’t have to face the same hardships they did. But nooooo the Indra/Ashura-Hashirama/Madara-Naruto/Sasuke must be enforced. So let’s just derail Sasuke’s character so that it’s harder to sympathize with him!
  8. Sasuke’s character has been derailed for the sole purpose of having this fight. His redemption arc should have ended when he resolved to protect Konoha after talking with the previous Hokages; dragging it out further is just… conflict for the sake of conflict.
  9. Sakura “confessing” to Sasuke again was absolutely pointless. There – I said it. I personally ship SasuSaku, and the moment made for a good shock factor, but once that initial shock wore off, it just feels… contrived. It makes no sense for Sakura to revert to how she was before all her character development took place for the sole purpose of yet another convenient parallel. For someone who managed to hide her overwhelming fear in Kaguya’s presence, for someone who remained mostly calm while she was literally the only thing keeping Naruto alive, for someone who kept her own personal feelings about Sasuke in check in favor of helping the war effort, Sakura resorting to an emotional appeal she used three years ago, before most of her character development – an emotional appeal that didn’t even work the first time – is doing her character a huge disservice. Chapter 685 SasuSaku was beautiful; Chapter 693 SasuSaku was bullshit on Sakura’s end, despite the confirmation that Sasuke does indeed care about her. Oh goodness please don’t think I’m shitting on SasuSaku I actually really like the pairing even though I hate Chapter 693…
  10. For all the bullshit Kakashi and Naruto spout about teamwork and friendship, they’re not even bothering to try and understand where Sasuke’s coming from in all of this. Because someone who goes against Naruto’s established order so openly must be crazy. 
  11. Once again, literally everyone except Hagoromo who just doesn’t care is basically telling Sasuke: “You have no right to feel this way.” I don’t think I need to tell you how problematic this is. Sakura is excused only because she genuinely has no fucking clue about what really happened with Sasuke, since Naruto and Kakashi insist on locking her out of the loop once again shafting her to the side.

So yeah. I’m kind of mad about this whole Naruto vs. Sasuke fight. As you can see. Sometimes it all just comes out.