#all this and not a single typo

[upside-down-sock-drawer]

I need the media and fan writers to please stop heterosexualizing queer couples.

This probably makes no sense but let me explain. This is going to be long, strap in.

As a avid queer media consumer, I see way too many people constantly obsessing over heterosexual dynamics in queer relationships, specifically mlm ones. It becomes especially upsetting to me when dynamics suck as this make up a large portion of the character itself. A common example of this, is the "Top vs. Bottom" debate.

The Top v. Bottom debate has been around for a while, and it has people arguing over who does what in the fictional relationships during spicy times. Top v. Bottom, Sub v. Dom, all generally boil down to the same question: Who's the boy, and who's the girl of the relationship?

This is an inherently wrong thing to do. Most people in the queer community find asking a question like that to be extremely offensive. The question asks people who spent years trying to separate themselves from traditional gender roles and normalize that, to put themselves back into said roles.

Many times, I've seen these roles to be taken so seriously that they become a large piece of the character's writing. I can honestly say that if I were to read two different fan works, one with top and bottom dynamics in place, and another one with them swapped, it would be like reading about entirely different characters. Take Six of Crows, for example. The characters Jesper and Wylan are in a relationship, and for the most part, people agree that Wylan is the bottom and Jesper is the top. Because of this, people often write off Wylan as an extremely weak and emotional character, completely ignoring cannon content and deciding that he needs to be put into this role.

(Honorable mentions: Deku from BNHA, Varian, from Tangled the Series.)

Even worse, this is not only problematic for the queer community. Often times, when one character is decided to be the more submissive one, they take on traditionally feminine things, including, but not limited to: Not being able to take care of themselves, always needing the other more 'dominant' character to so things for them, and being extremely emotional. These are feminine gender stereotypes that aren't only offensive to queer people, but also women in general. This also applies to "uwu-ifying" characters, but that's a whole other thing.

This doesn't just happen within fan works, it's also in cannon works. For example, in the series Heartstopper, Charlie, for the most part, cannot deal with his bullies on his own. He has to rely on Nick to step in before he can really take matters into his own hands at all. There is also something to be said about the fact that Nick is the big tough guy that plays sports, and that Charlie is the smaller, weaker boy who has a hard time handling himself. (No shade to Heartstopper or Alice Oseman)

All this to say, please stop pushing heteronormative standards onto queer relationships. It's basing a character on what position the prefer in the bedroom. It's over sexualizing queer people, pushing gender norms and it's just generally gross please stop.

[lost-in-fandoms]

"Tell me again."

Max hums, moving his hand in slow circles along Daniel's back, feeling his chest move against his side, his face hidden in the folds of Max's t-shirt.

He bows his head, pressing a kiss against Daniel's hair, shifting against the hotel's pillows until he's comfortable again.

"It's going to be sunny," he says, voice low, letting Daniel's curls tickle his lips and nose. "It's going to be sunset, orange, the trees all golden in the way you like."

Daniel's back shifts under his hand, his fingers twisting in Max's shirt.

"We'll be sitting in chairs, because you have old man knees, and would complain about sitting on the floor."

He twists away from the halfhearted poke in his side, then settles back.

"They will be those garden ones, the ones with the straw?"

"Wicker," Daniel corrects him softly, voice scratchy.

"Yes, wicker." He tugs Daniel even closer, not knowing how it is even possible. "With pillows, so you can curl in them like a little cat."

He smooths his hand down Daniel's back, like he does with Sassy, when she stretches out beside him on the bed, similar to how Daniel is now. Does it again when he feels Daniel's shoulders uncurl slightly.

"We will be drinking your weird beers, the expensive ones that taste worse than all the others."

"Craft beer isn't weird," Daniel argues, just like Max was expecting him to. He sounds like there's something stuck in the back of his throat, and Max kisses his hair again.

"It is weird, Daniel. Beer does not need to be that expensive."

He gives him space to reply once more, but Daniel doesn't.

"We will drink your weird beer, and we will talk about that time we ate pasta in your hotel room."

It wasn't just one time, but Max knows he doesn't need to specify. They're both thinking about the same one, illegal spaghetti ordered from room service, hidden from their trainers, sauce on the corner of Max's mouth, cleaned by Daniel's thumb first, Daniel's mouth later. And even if they aren't thinking about the same, it doesn't matter. Every plate of pasta shared, in every hotel room, would matter just as much, stepping stones in their story, just as important as that first kiss.

"And it will be rainy," Max continues, voice even lower. His t-shirt is damp, stretched by Daniel's tense fingers. Daniel's back is shuddering, even when he holds him closer and closer and closer.

"It will rain, and you will have a blanket, because you always get cold, even more when it is humid."

The thing that was in Daniel's throat is in his too now.

"We will talk about how stupid everyone was. We will say it was all unfair. But we will not be angry anymore, because it will not matter anymore."

Daniel's hair smell like Max's shampoo, even if he usually doesn't use it, because he hates how dry it makes it feel. Max can taste salt on the back of his throat as he shifts his head slightly, trying to at least keep his ears dry, now that his cheeks are a lost cause.

Daniel's breathing is a stuttered rhythm against his ribs.

"We will cook eggs," Max pushes on, pressing every word against Daniel's skin, hoping every one feels like the i love you that it is. "Because we will have chickens on your farm, like a real farm, so we will be good at cooking eggs. And you will drink your wine, and sing your songs."

His voice breaks, sudden betrayal, just as Daniel trembles in a sob, but Max pushes through. They've both always known how to push through.

"And I will ask are you happy and you will say yes," he says, making it sound like a promise, because it is a promise. "And we will not regret any of it."

He knows they won't. Not the angry moments, not the painful moments, not the annoying little moments they will never even remember. They will take all of them and throw them into the jar of their lives, little pebbles, and colorful marbles, and shards of glass smoothed out with time and love and distance, all mixed together.

"We will sit on your chairs, and they will have nothing, and we will have us."

He holds Daniel closecloseclose, because he's never learned how to let go of the things he cares about, has always clung to things with his teeth and desire bared, and he has no intention of starting now. He has no intention of starting ever.

Even if this is not the way he wanted things to happen, he doesn't believe in letting go, especially when it comes to Daniel.

He swallows, clears his throat to try and dislodge the tight knot of feelings there, raises a hand to swipe his thumb along Daniel's wet jaw.

"We will have chickens, and a garage full of dirt bikes, and I will ask Grace to teach me how to make the pasta sauce you spilled all over the carpet when you were five."

Daniel nods against his chest, fingers relaxing. His breathing is still uneven, Max's t-shirt is still damp, but he can feel him going lax against him, relaxing bit by bit.

"We will," Daniel murmurs, voice shaky enough it sounds closer to a question.

"We will," Max tells him, firm. Would be happy to tell him again and again, until Daniel's voice doesn't shake on it anymore. "We will eat so much food, and we will become fat, and we will be happy. We will."

Daniel nods again, then shifts, wiggling in Max's hold until he can properly climb on top of him, pointy elbows planted on the bed, above Max's shoulders, trembling fingers tracing the wet lines on his cheeks, red-rimmed eyes soft.

When Daniel kisses him, they both taste like salt, exhaustion and the future.

[gunsatthaphan]

the only straight thing about Karan: his priorities 💅🏻

↳ requested by anonymous ♡ 

[front-facing-pokemon]

[mercless]

🗡 dozing off writing replies but im curious how others go about writing out stuff/the order you write particular parts, and if you have a different way of writing depending on if it's a reply, ask, or a drabble 🤔 in most cases I find I write out any spoken words first, then the tones or actions done while talking, and then depending on the writing purpose add trains of thought, other actions or specific actions that convey emotions. stuff I looove getting lost in writing include describing scenes, settings, environments, food or the time of day! for drabbles I usually start with these descriptive elements to get into the mood of it.

[berlinnelity]

listen, has no one ever thought about hijacked!effie?

like, think with me: during the rebellion, effie gets taken in by the capitol (among other capitolites, of course — such as peeta and katniss' stylist team; mainly those who had connections with the rebels) due to her "association" with the mockingjay, haymitch, peeta, all that jazz.

so, she gets the usual capitol treatment; especially, she gets electroshock torture (which leaves her with a lot of aftermaths, both physical and mental, that i'll get in a hot minute), but, in the end, she doesn't know shit about it, no one let her into things, although she had her suspicions that something was happening. she only wasn't sure what it was.

once they realise that she hasn't got anything, they don't kill her, — not like they did with portia, really, though that one was into the rebellion alongside cinna — deciding that she could have a better use. the reason why they hijack her is fairly simple: they wanted to use her as an experiment, before hijacking peeta. since her relationship with haymitch and the overall rebels is well-known, they messed her memories with them up (so, yeah, hijacked!effie wouldn't be so fond of anyone in the rebellion, as her vision of them was altered and all).

when the experiment succeded, they followed and did the same with peeta.

eventually, comes that operation, effie's taken along with the victors. she gets in district thirteen, absolutely wild lmao. woman was managing to put up a bigger fight than johanna, they've had to sedate her lol.

haymitch just gets to see her after sometime. when he does, however, effie's looking like an absolute wreck: she's all yellow flesh and bone, truly, skinnier and thinner than he's ever seen her (and that's quite saying something), sunken cheekbones, bruised all over, ribcages so prodruting through her skin it seemed they would pierce her. the mainly thing was: her right eye was bloodshot. that white part was utterly scarlet.

"hey, sweetheart," he goes to her, threading so very softly — he had been there, you know, when they got her to the medical center in thirteen with the others; he'd seen how— erratic, for the lack of a better word, she behaved when the doctors did so much as try and touch her — as he walked towards her. he's not quite sure what to say to her, in honesty. "you alright?" he manages, eventually.

she's quiet. unusually so. he knows they didn't do so much as to turn her into an avox — of that, he's very aware, you know — and still, her silence is eerie at best, and uncanny at worst. it worries him to a certain degree, really, because effie could never spend three fucking minutes without saying a single word, but she's been through a lot. in the end, he's concerned, yeah, though he's somewhat unsurprised by that; couldn't have the woman be tortured with electroshock on a daily basis and expect her to come back the same, could he?

he bends down a little bit, enough to get closer to her face. his thumb hovers beneath her eye, and he doesn't touch immediately. she remains in silence, still, even as he approximates; he can see how her gaze follows his every move, how her eyes go along with his movements. there is something in her watch, something he hasn't really seen before. now, he vaguely recognizes it as the same thing he saw in peeta's (that particularly dangerous glint) when the boy saw katniss, but he brushes it aside.

there shouldn't be any reason for them to do the same thing with effie, he supposes. there's certainly no reason, too, for him to be dwelling about that right now. so, he changes his concentration to the subject at hand, his head crooking to the side. he's no doctor, by any means, whatever the fuck they did to her eye, it clearly ain't right. "the fuck happened to it, sweetheart?" he asks, already expecting her to, before answering the question at all, scolding her for his lack of manners; yet, the scold never comes. his eyebrows knit in worry.

he observes her, taking every detail he possibly can. her hair, which he supposed must have been always so silken (supposed, because he's scarcely seen her natural hair at all; he's had the chance to just once or twice), looked like a fucking rat's nest with how knotted it was; her eyebags were purple and reddened, her skin pale, and he could see all the curves of her veins, fine as rabbit's hair. her nose seemed to be crooked, and there were bruises at the sides of his face. he sighed, speaking at last, "can you talk?"

finally, his thumb touches the skin beneath her eye. it's saggy, almost grainy when he does. well, he didn't think there was moisturiser to apply in the cells, anyway. things succeed all too quickly, then — one minute, she's sat in the bed with that thin hospital gown and a horrible posture; the other, she's taking off the IV drip from her vein, taking off the needle and somehow launching towards him, aiming for his neck — specifically, his jugular.

he feels the cold glide of the needle for an instant, on the verge of truly piercing through the vein, before he can react; his fingers wrap around her wrists. it's not a hard task, not with how weak her body inevitably is, not with how frail she seems (and he hates to attribute such words to effie; for as long as he has known her, at least seventeen years, she has never been one to be described as frail, not in physical nor psychological way). she's rather quick, though. he'll give her that.

[syn4k]

tiem reester is objectively terrifying because imagine there were these four (eventually five) people who are extremely competent dangerous in their own ways and then they packbonded on a molecular level. like to an outsider they may as well be an entirely different species because of how dangerous they are. these bitches are Scary when you stop to think about it but most of the time we don't because we have an inside perspective and they're so familiar and close with each other it just seems normal

[cosmic--static]

dream as a painter this, dream as a sculptor that, writer, artist in general but what about. here me out, what about Art History professor dream who knows the techniques and the steps to creating a paintin in theory. and (Oil, likely) Painting professor Hob who also knows these techniques and steps, but also knows how to bend and sometimes break them to paint something meaningful or something from the heart that's not just strictly reality, but emotion, a story, and all these other things together as a record of the artist.

and dream learns from hob that it's not the specific steps and and following rules and recreating exactly reality that makes art so valuable, but rather that little part of yourself that you put into the piece to bring it to life

[rayniscatstatue]

No but end of Stellarlune was hitting it with Sokeefitz

Like obviously Sophie and Keefe are now together by the end of Stellarlune, that’s a given after chapter 42. But then also Fitz had communicated with Keefe to be sure that Keefe was safe. After that he let Sophie know that Keefe was safe so Sophie wasn’t stressed out. Fitz doing this all knowing full well that Sophie and Keefe had kissed. Also before that Keefe decided to go to Elysian to make sure Sophie was safe. Sophie decided for Fitz to go to Elysian because she trusts him still after everything. Like the three of them are making sure the others are safe

The obvious love triangle solution is for Sophie and Keefe to sit Fitz down and tell him that they both like him. Then they all hug it out and everyone is happy including me

[cloudiness]

Fan: You almost called him Carlos?!! Lando: I did, almost.. Daniel Ricciardo: That’s alright. Lando: I miss him.. DR: ✨ Their friendship was a little more than friendship ✨ Lando: Yeah, it was. Fan: A proper bromance, it was cute. Lando:  🌷 A lot more actually.🌷 [x]

for @hibiscus-vroom

[essential-randomness]

TFW you realize there's a typo in the title of the post of your very important content hours after posting it

In my defense, it took me 2 and a half hours to write the copy and post it across 4 different socials (and this is in addition to the time that took me to write the blog post) so by the time I got to Tumblr I was literally dying. You have no idea how grueling every single piece of this work is going to be.

I don't really know why I'm saying this, but I guess if the spirit of 2024 is (also) to help people understand the reality of what we're fighting against, then I should let people know that every single piece of content I'm going to put out is hours and hours of work I wish I was spending on actually making the incredibly important progress that is right in front of me.

[beheworthy]

If Jane and Thor had a baby and Odin was still alive, do you think Odin would reject the baby? He wouldn't want to see it.

Absolutely. He would be livid. He never approved of her, only hated her more because his wife died protecting her.

As much as I hate him, I kinda understand his resentment toward her (understand, not condone). They are (a) a very rare species of superpowered beings, and (b) in charge of this protected paradise in the clouds. Thor is his sole heir for both roles. He can't just let him slum it out with a meaningless mortal (sorry for the harsh wording, but that's what it was to him). He would do everything in his power to make sure the next Queen is someone worthy - who would contribute to Thor's rule and carry their bloodline forward.

He's so damn hostile about it:

He scolded him in front of the servants!!!! What would they think about their Prince getting insulted like this by the King? And having discussions about the Prince's girlfriend in front of them, calling her a goat. He's relentless.

Then he imprisons her in a room so no one would get hurt because of this mortal:

(My man was ready to fight the Einherjar right there!)

And in the alternate ending, I'm willing to bet that he made Jane break up with Thor because he knew Thor would never do it. He must've guilt-tripped Jane by saying what a selfish person she's being. That Thor can never fulfill his destiny as long as she's tied to him like a stone. So poor girl gave in for Thor.

Thor wakes up in her bed and suddenly Odin has decided to grace Jane's backwater realm with his presence. He's finally seeing her worth, praising her even. Thor's happy that his father has finally come around, only for Jane to ditch him.

Odin made her the villain while winning Thor over. He's such a manipulative a-hole. But in his head, he's justified in controlling his life like this because he's doing it for Thor's good.

It's messed up and I thought it would be explored in Thor3 but no Thor worships him now. :)

[oldestking]

Sometimes I ponder the idea of going back to a single blog, like,, not in the sense of leaving my currently active multi behind, or Gil behind, but like, that craving of having a new muse, that has their own space,, it feel like I haven't have that in some time already (and to those who know me, it's nothing unusual to find 844738382 blogs following u which are all mine OTJRPRJTRK)

[kloofspeaks]

I’m too busy overthinking the third volume of GOTG but I had to get this out of my system. Everyone danced at the end of V3.. besides Quill. The last time he truly danced was with Gamora which brings me to the song Careless Whisperer more importantly; the bridge.

“So, I’m never going to dance again. The way I danced with you.”

The amount of Starmora edits I’ve seen with this song is completely overwhelming at times but I literally had to get this out of my system because I wanted to talk about how important it is and how out of character Quill seems to be in V3. He gets his emotions out via dancing, he’s first introduced with dancing. Yet, Quill’s final appearance doesn’t feature dancing it shows him stepping into a new step of life and everyone stayed back (Heck, even Drax danced). We’re talking about the same man who saved the world temporarily by doing hip thrusts. It’s just.. the little things that have changed about Quill throughout the time without Gamora.

Without physically dancing to music we’re met with him sulking to music. Instead of using music as a connection to his mother, he’s using the music to feed into his emotions. He moved on from his immaturity throughout all three vols + the avengers movies they were featured in. His sulking made him change inside and out and while I would love to rant about how they should’ve focused more on his loss of Gamora. This tiny detail has set me back completely. He even goes as far to give his zune to Rocket which was something he got from a loved one who also died in his arms. He completely forgot about what he used music for and I’m shocked no one has talked about this sooner.

[titsthedamnseason]

one of my favorite taylor songs to listen to the first time was happiness because i have a visceral memory of hearing the line “i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool / who takes my spot next to you” and literally gasping out loud before hearing that the next line was basically taylor saying “oh no i take that back sorry” and letting out a little relieved breath and giggling like oh she gets me!

[overwhelmed-frog]

as soon as I’m able to speak to other human beings without turning bright red, sweating literal buckets, and getting heart palpitations it’s over for you bitches