#imagine not having fun with fiction

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

I speak for many others when I say you need to stop with the Buggy and Luffy ship art. your talented and your wasting it on problematic shit. cannibalism and demons? Get help 🖕🏻

[anaphoraholic]

"you cant ship that 😡😡 they hate each other/would be toxic/haven't canonically met/aren't from the same media/etc!!1!!" "you can't just ship things for fun!1!!" "you can't ship things that aren't canon!!1!!"

pls for the love of god just SAY u don't understand what fandom is. STOP trying to dictate fan spaces when u don't know anything whatsoever about fandom or its culture thank you amen

[owl-wolf]

um i turned him into a college physics professor

[mirajikan]

listen just once I want the queer coded shonen mcs to kiss because I wanna see the dude bros flip out

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

Just to minimize my chances of being genuinely misunderstood OR deliberately misinterpreted, and crucified for something I don't think, How Dare You Say We Piss on the Poor website etc...I'm gonna say this right up top. I absolutely understand why people don't like Thessaly as a character, if anyone does completely unironically stan her as some kind of feminist hero who Did Nothing Wrong uwu, I personally see it as a bit of a red flag. I don't like terfs real or fictional. In a vacuum, I could even completely sympathize and agree with the people who want her cut.

HOWEVER.

It's really something to me to see people clamoring for her to be cut, because she carries and expressed an ugly indefensible prejudice (transphobia) in words towards (1) person. Meanwhile Hob fucking Gadling enacted one of the most violent forms of antiblack racism I can even think of against thousands no, millions of people, the ripple effects of which still affect billions more today. Just a little light idk, profiting off the fucking slave trade and had to be told by someone else that it was bad...and he's a fan favorite.

People are saying Thessally being Dream's love interest reflects badly on him or is somehow endorsement by the narrative (?!?!?!?!?!? Didn't she (SPOILER ALERT AS IF IT MATTERS BY NOW) help participate in his extended assisted suicide? She's not painted as a great person to me just another character what are y'all SMOKING whatever fine. It's fine this is fine.) But shipping Dream with Mr. Former Slaver is not only not verboten or frowned on widely in the fandom but its THEE most popular pairing by far. So...why the difference?

Like where are the same fans who are saying Thessaly shouldn't just be more clearly shown to be wrong, she shouldn't even be in the show at all when it comes to Hobert's crimes??? Yes, transphobia is indefensible. Isn't racism?

And I hear the cries of "it's fiction!!!" Already rallying (if anyone who needs to hear this even sees it lol) to which I say:

HORSESHIT. I KNOW you don't, deep down, really agree because if you did, why get upset about Thessaly being included??? Why does what she said to one person matter if it's Just Fiction You Guyze. Fictional characters are allowed to do bad things and fiction isn't reality sweaty....except when you only apply that standard to fictional racists you like and simp for, but fictional transphobes you don't are SO HARMFUL they shouldn't even be portrayed in fiction.

Like. Give me a big fat BREAK. This looks like bullshit, no? I'm sorry, but I'd love for someone to try and give any other explanation besides one personally offended you or hit home for you, and the other doesn't.

And if that bothers you or you feel like it says something negative about you...idk what you want me to say??? You can't control how other people perceive you and that's how people outside this majority-of-the-fandom bubble see it. You don't need to respond, I just wish and genuinely hope this gives you a moment to think about why fans who ARE bothered by both (and not just paying lip service to being bothered by the one but railing against the other) are so frustrated with people saying everyone is welcome but in practice only bending over backwards for the comfort and emotions of themselves, and people they can easily relate to.

You don't have to like Thessaly (I don't. I find her an interesting antagonist, I don't stan her. And frankly imo likability is not. the point of her character) but you'll pardon me for feeling more than a bit cynical and side eying people's motivations for what seems a...pretty obvious double standard, on what fictional crimes related to real world issues matter to y'all, and which clearly don't. Either actually bring the same energy to the table for fictional people who committed atrocities, even if against a group you're not part of and thus don't feel the need to empathize with, or just carry on, but accept that you don't have the SLIGHTEST room to talk about cutting characters who do immoral things. And you also need to accept that you look like a hypocrite when you do.

[elbiotipo]

Even though I'm a bit guilty of it myself with my own space opera setting (it's supposed to have a retro aesthetic), it's surprising how science fiction has been so permeated by cynicism and what I can best define as "End of History" thinking that the only thing pop sci fi seems able to imagine is "the future will be the same as today (or even worse), but there will be Cool Laser Guns"

(lately even the lasers have been replaced by regular bullets)

What I mean is that much like it's easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism, it's easier to imagine our current capitalist system extending indefinitely but now In Space rather than imagine societal changes. Like, this it guys? We're gonna have to pay rent and fight pointless wars and be ruled by corporate suits forever? are we actually gonna have fucking CEOs as we explore the galaxy?

This is it? You can't imagine a better world than this?

Even when sci-fi authors talk about realism, it's usually about how to make ships pound each other harder with missiles, not how about society will evolve in the future, what changes might technology bring to society (the whole point of science fiction in my opinion). It's just Today, But With Lasers. We will still have corporations, nation-states, cops, war, the same society we have now. But Now With Lasers.

anyways, for a good start, read Banks and LeGuin, but there are others, lots more, who dare to imagine what actual futures might look like, they just aren't as well known

[redo-rewind-if]

AAAAA yay thank you! anyways, i wanted to ask how would the ROs react to a MC who comes home crying?

Oooh, starting with a bit of an angsty one I see. Very nice. 🤭

V: Is the type to offer silent support. A shoulder to cry on and a kind ear to listen. All soft touches and gentle, careful words. Seems to know exactly what you need without you ever having to say it.

Amara: Immediately pulls you into a hug and leads you over to sit down. Tries to distract you and offers every comfort she can think of. Your favorite food, a good movie, anything to bring a smile back to your face.

August: The moment you walk through the door, August is by your side asking what happened and if he needs to kill someone (said jokingly, of course). Assuming MC doesn't want to talk about it, he'd simply offer to hold you for as long as you want, until you're all out of tears to cry.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Here’s a sort of…. Prompt? Headcanon? Idea?? For Danny Phantom.

Let’s go with the,, semi-fanon idea of cores. We see the Far Frozen with ice powers, with their whole little civilization. They are ALSO the only ghosts we see that have any medical knowledge.

So what if ghosts with ice cores had healing powers? Danny is very durable, but he also (probably) has advanced healing.

Idk, it’d be a fun possibility to explore Danny ‘plays as a tank in irl superheroics 4 times out of 5’ Phantom finding out he can heal people while doing a school-mandated cpr class.

[squish--squash]

Just a reminder to my new cotl followers: bishippers are safe here. Do I ship any of it? nope. But I personally could not give a single fuck if someone that follows me or if I follow someone that does.

[watermelinoe]

i have extremely boring taste in romance media idc i think the urge to try to ~queer~ your hetpairings is pathetic and you should embrace being basic hope this helps

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

straight people exist but not from my hand. even if I'm composing m/f relationships you better BELIEVE it's in a bisexual way

[3416]

desperately need a 40k fic about mitch's descent into bisexuality and how he starts having threesomes w steph and am34 to explore that in a safe space which creates a fucked up balance between the three of them like................... why is hockey rpf dying... what happened to our roots ,

[originalaccountname]

alright i gotta ask, and of course youre free to not answer (of COURSE) but what led to all the reblogs regarding shipping? did something happen, are you okay?

I've had to unfollow someone whose art I liked because of them spouting "anti" rhetoric and making a low-key callout post for someone who isn't even on tumblr and now I'm doing my part in counterbalancing any potential damage

[reakeebz]

there's a possibility the tsc series will take place over the course of the following school year, and i just came to the harrowing realisation that we might have to change allegiances of who we want to win in the next exy season. which. i'm having a crisis bc it'll be the fox girls final year so i want them to win but also it will be jean's first year as a trojan so i'll want them to win and neil will be vice captain so i want them to win but we'll be in jerejean's pov so i'll want them to win. and the foxes better win bc i've always been a fox stan but the trojans better win for the plot. this is an impossible scenario ugh

[rotruff]

waving. if you have a song / movie / other media you associate with your selfship put and/or explain it in the tags

proship / adjacent dni + don't steal my shit

[wreckedandpolemic]

wet - george daniel

(mdni) another request for u all thank u lovely anons

warnings: 18+, unrealistic unprotected shower sex, praise, literally just straight porn from the get go, BARELY proofread

The girl in the mirror smiles at you as the robe slides off your shoulders and crumples on the floor. You smile back, licking your gaze up her body, white-toed feet tracing up to calves and strong thighs, your cunt nestled between them. Hips and stomach and ribs and tits and shoulders and jaw; all the soft, pretty curves of your body. Steam curls out of the shower and you step under the spray, tipping your head back and letting the water run over your face. You trail your hands over your body, squeezing the flesh of your breasts and pinching a wet nipple just to feel that quick sting of pleasure-pain. You play with yourself like George would, all sharp nails and digging fingertips. 

You graze your clit quickly, whimpering. You clench around nothing, feeling the emptiness of the room and your cunt like a physical ache. Dipping a finger in yourself, you cry out for George. It feels off. Your fingers are too small, the pads too tender, the stretch not half as euphoric. Still, you shut your eyes and pretend. Pretend you’re leaning back against his wet, toned chest, that he has one hand buried in your wet curls and that your fingers are his, teasing and delicious. You rub your thumb in slow circles over your clit, waves of pleasure spilling over you, tracing the wet rivulets down your body. You cry out for him again.

“Can I help you?” teases a low voice you know all too well. He’s home, you think, heart swelling, mind registering his voice before you even react to his presence.

“Oh, God, I missed you so much,” you whimper, not slowing your motions at your clit. “Come in here, touch me, please,” you beg, biting your lip, imploring him with your best bedroom (or, shower) eyes. His gaze rakes over you, prickling your skin. He admires your tits, flesh spilling out from one of your hands where you pinch your nipple, then drops to where you thrust your fingers in and out of yourself in a poor mockery of the way he fucks you.

He pulls off his shirt in one fluid motion, hands fumbling with his belt buckle until he can kick off his jeans and boxers at once. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, half-hard, and a pulse of want throbs in your belly so thickly it almost hurts. George steps into the shower, immediately crowding you against the tile. Your head knocks against the wall, wiping your mind of everything but him. His breath warms your lips, so close that it’s torturous until finally, finally, he closes the gap between you. Dizzy, you lick into his mouth, clawing at his shoulders, your nails scraping a crosshatch of desire into his skin. His hands roam everywhere, unpredictable. He uses one to pull you flush against him and takes a handful of your ass with the other. “Missed you too,” he says, a dopey, lovesick grin lighting up his face.

“How much?” you tease, breathing the words into his mouth.

“Why don’t I show you?” he murmurs, lowering a hand to circle your clit. The shockwave of pleasure that ripples through you is so intense and immediate that your legs almost buckle, grasping at him to steady yourself. You whine and roll your hips forward, chasing the sweet feeling of George’s hands on you. “You want more?” he asks, smiling faintly at your frantic gasp of agreement. You choke on a moan as he slips two of his thick fingers inside you and you clamp down on it like a vice, rutting against his hand mindlessly. “That’s it, beautiful. Fuck yourself on my hand. Shit, I love you like this, so pretty and wet for me. My fucking girl,”

You nod. God, you fucking love being reminded that you’re his. “Yours,” you confirm, reaching between your bodies to grasp his cock and revelling in the staccato breaths that fall from his lips as you pump him slowly. His fingers fill you divinely, every quick thrust bringing you closer to God. You indulge yourself in him for a few more long moments, the warm shower spray and the sweet pleasure buzzing in your limbs melting the tension from your body, then take hold of his hand to stop him.

“I wanna come on your cock,”

George stops breathing for a second, then his face breaks out in a dirty smile. “Is that right?” he asks, sliding his fingers out of you and sucking on them without breaking eye contact. “God, I fucking love the way you taste,” he says, taking your face in both his hands and kissing you hard. Your eyes roll back at the taste of you in his mouth and you kiss him like a starving woman, messy and harsh. He grips your thighs. “Jump,” he instructs, but you pause.

“I’ll fall,” you warn.

“I’ll catch you,” he promises, and you melt for a second, because you know he will. He always does. God, how you fucking love him. You jump and he pins your back against the wet tile, steam curling around your bodies. “Good girl.” His hands dig into your thighs, nails biting crescent-shaped divots of love in your skin and you wrap your legs around his back.

“George, please,” you whine, sick with desire. He doesn’t have it in him to tease, remind you to be patient — he’s desperate too. He lowers you onto his cock, and you scream. Pure pleasure wipes you clean, hot and electrifying. Your cunt throbs when he bottoms out, the familiar fullness almost enough to make you come on the spot.

He fucks you hard, chasing his release. There’s time for slow, loving reunion sex later. Right now, you’re both wild, sprinting full-force to your orgasms. Your cunt squeezes tightly around him as he hits that perfect spot inside you over and over, white euphoria burning behind your eyes. You’re past words, moans and grunts echoing off the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” George gasps into your mouth, cock pulsing inside of you, cum spilling out of him for what feels like an impossibly long time. One of his hands leaves your thigh to pinch your clit, and that’s all it takes. Your world shatters, head detaching and leaving you floating. You come and come and come, body shuddering. Molten euphoria rushes through your veins, your heart pumping you full of it. You’re headless, weightless, boneless, an explosion of heat and light and love and feeling, your body only existing where his skin touches yours.

You come to slowly, floating, whimpering when he pulls out of you. George kisses you gently, supporting you when you set your shaky legs on the ground. “Welcome home, darling,” you murmur, smiling against his lips. You feel warm inside and out, sure you must be glowing with contentment.

“Nowhere I’d rather be,” he promises, voice rough with sex.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he tangles one of his hands in your wet hair. “Is that so, rockstar?” you tease, pressing against him, roaming soothing hands over the marks your nails have left on his skin.

“Mhmm,” he confirms, his eyes never once leaving yours. “Love you, baby.”

Your heart swells, lovesick. “Love you more,” you promise, then press your shampoo bottle into his hand. “Now, will you wash my hair?” He smiles, squeezing shampoo into his hands and working them into your hair. A moan falls from your lips as he massages your scalp and you let your eyes flutter shut, the heat of the water and the pressure of his hands lulling you into a blissed-out state. You think this must be what heaven feels like.