#like if you haven’t noticed already

[timethehobo]

Just a tiny lil guy who got nominated for best new character. 🤭

[yourlocalsayorikin]

Guys wouldn’t it be pretty fucked up if like in Kana5 or something Kanade tries to drown herself in the lake in the sekai and since Mafuyu is the only one that can interact with it she has to go in after her. And like since we know that interacting with the lake hurts Mafuyu and brings up painful memories but like she has to work through them to get to Kanade or something that would be pretty fucked up

[initforthelolzz]

I know that this discussion has been made countless times at this point, but I might as well make it again.

Anyone who calls Yamato a woman doesn’t understand his character, there, I said it.

I recently stumbled across that side of the one piece fandom. As in, the side that gets violent over Yamato’s gender identity. I recently had the unfortunate privilege of stumbling across an entire YouTube comment section ranting and unanimously agreeing that Yamato is a woman and cussing out all the people who “head-cannon” him as a man.

Whelp. It’s rant time again.

For starters, I accept Yamato as a man. A trans man that doesn’t necessarily pass, but has a respected gender identity by all he associates with (as far as I’ve watched).

I have multiple trans friends and family members in my life, and as an LGBT individual myself any and all representation is a breath of fresh air. Especially in shonen anime, which is the sole form of media that I consume at this point.

I’ve already made my rant about the queer rep in Impel Down, and it’s about time I spun my spiel about the upsetting discourse over Yamato and his gender identity. Because that’s exactly what it is, upsetting.

When Yamato was first introduced he wore a mask and baggy clothing, he didn’t speak and was mysteriously called nothing other than “Kaido’s son.” He was hyped up for episodes on end before he finally joined the plot, and finally spoke. In the distinct voice of a woman.

Clearly, any and all gender norms have been obliterated at this point.

When Yamato finally took his mask off and declared himself Kozuki Oden, Luffy reacted how all of us did:

It’s exactly what all of us were thinking, right? How can that be Kaido’s son?

Then of course Yamato responds with this:

And we have our answer. Yamato is a trans man, and the entire Beast Pirates crew respects that. It’s incredible, isn’t it? I was blown away, you should have heard me squealing, it was ridiculous.

Luffy was a dick about it initially, but from the moment Yamato declared himself a man Luffy referred to him by his preferred pronouns for the rest of the arc.

“You can trust him.” “He’s going to help you.”

(Paraphrased. Didn’t dig up a screen shot cause I’m lazy. Took place when Luffy left Yamato with Momo and Shinobu on his way to the roof.)

Conversation over, right?! Wrong!!

Cause some people don’t like that. They see huge tits and refuse to accept this character as anything but a woman.

It doesn’t matter that Yamato is referred to using he/him pronouns by literally everyone, it doesn’t matter that Kaido consistently calls him his son, and it certainly doesn’t matter that Yamato personally declares himself a man.

They say that Yamato is biologically female; “it says it on the vivre card!” “A manga panel calls her Kaido’s daughter!” All things I found in that comment section, repeated again and again. Of course there’s the color spread covered in big boobs and bikinis, and that’s obviously proof that Yamato is a woman like all the rest. Because all of the color spreads happened in the cannon story and must be taken as hard fact.

I mean clearly.

Canon, 100%.

No question.

“Cause Oda literally said it himself…” right? Yeah. Sure. I’ll believe it when I see an SBS or a quote from the man himself.

I understand where they’re coming from, I really do. Yeah, Yamato looks like a woman. Yeah, boobs exist. Yeah, both voice actors are female.

But all of this evidence is strictly surface level, and these people ignore the personality of the character they claim to defend on top of the way they interact with other characters in the series.

They say that Yamato only looks up to Oden, that he’s not really a trans man, he’s just “larping.” Playing pretend.

They claim to be defending Yamato’s identity. They claim that those who call him a man are trying to “steal” the character and “gender her.” Yet… doesn’t their entire argument revolve around gendering that exact character?

By that logic, who gendered the character in the first place? I dunno, maybe the guy who’s wrote the dialogue? I mean maybe???

At the end of the day I can get ticked off all I want, but people will think what that think and all I can do is try not to let it affect me. However…I know transphobia when I see it. I see transphobic discourse within my own family. I know what that shit looks like. Refusal to respect pronouns. “Well you don’t look male.” “You were born female.” “It’s all just a phase, they’re confused.”

Sound familiar?

People can believe what that like, but it doesn’t mean that what they believe is right. It’s upsetting to see this argument so often. It’s all over the fandom, there’s no way to avoid it.

People claim to be defending the gender of this character, they act as if Yamato is being attacked by the evil gays who will stop at nothing to turn everyone trans. I’m not joking, that’s literally how they worded in that battlefield of a comment section.

Yamato’s gender expression is confusing, we know. That’s the point! Oda said fuck gender conformity all the way back in Alabasta, and he isn’t stopping now. What we see in Yamato is trans representation, but not a clean rep like Kiku, we have a man who doesn’t pass. Guess what? Not all trans people pass! That doesn’t make them any less trans, and your black and white perception of their gender doesn’t debunk their identity.

I genuinely don’t understand why there has to be so much discourse over this topic. Like you’re literally arguing with Luffy himself at this point. 😔🙄

[iced-souls]

Guys, crazy rottmnt thought, but for bishop my guy

I know i see a lot of bishop against the turtles main focus stuff, but perchance what about a bishop and splinter focus, more specifically bishop and Lou jitsu

Cause like, bishop in the other version(s?) had the earth protection force and so we get him and mutants in general, so perchance in Rise they look into hidden city/yokai stuff

AKA, the whole “Lou jitsu disappearing mysteriously with no traces” might be a case they had to work on, so if the whole “capture and sample mutants” thing were to happen to splinter, PERCHANCE. Bishop might go “there’s a whole lotta rat in here but hot damn are you that yoshi guy?”

I’m not sure what mass importance this would do but I’ve been thinkin lemme tell you I’ve been thinking

[doubleappled]

The thing with the names

… is under the cut bc of s3 spoilers…

We’ve noticed how NYC chef calls Carmy “Bergazzo,” right, and how Shapiro then calls Luca “Lucas”? We see this?

And then we see Chef Terry at the end asking Carmy to call her by her first name the next time they’re together?

That’s something.

[eeblouissant]

I’ve started writing chapter three of my fic ‘The Primrose Path’ this morning, & im curious —

This time around, vs other things I’ve written in the past, I’ve decided not to pronounce Blanches accent when I write dialogue for her. (Maybe I’m lazy, maybe I don’t like the way it sounds in my head ((I don’t like the way it sounds in my head, personal opinion)) who knows) but it got me thinking: how do you all feel reading characters with accents in fics? Not just Blanche but in general.

I had originally picked up the habit from seeing other fic writers pronouncing her accent, but it never quite sounded right in my head when I’d go to edit & publish my own stuff. Anyway, lmk because I’m curious!

[liebgirl]

my sister rewatching how i met your mother. girl if you don’t turn that shit off…..

[alitteraladhdmess]

Hi Jay! How are you doing on this wonderful February day? (Whoops, that rhymes :])

Hi Bebe:)

I’ve been good I just woke up lol! Love the new pfp

I went to the orthodontist a few days ago tho so my teeth hurt but everything’s been nice

[lavendelhummel]

First sentences

I was tagged by @tryingthisfangirlthing for this:

Tag Game: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

Thank you! This is a great game! Ten is a lot! I’ll try not to ramble and overexplain about each too much but— well, you know me. Diving straight in (pun intended for this first one):

Jump: Underwater space moves differently. On rescue missions time passes differently. And yet Myka always dives. She jumps. (this is currently a wip (7/11 chapters), B&W lifeguard AU)

Springball: Nerys liked Jadzia. (hahaha, lol, what’s new?! This is a Kiradax fic! a oneshot, my first and only startrek fic!)

Cacao: And they happily lived ever after. The tales are old, even older than Helena, some of them at least, and they are ubiquitous. Different languages make for different endings: And they lived happily ever after, and they lived happily until the end of their days, and they married and had many children, and they lived for a long time and were happy; and if they haven’t died they live on still. (This was a gift fic for @kla1991 for this years B&W gift exchange and is more abstract than what I usually post)

Pretty Picture: Moving overseas means you cannot take many knick-knacks with you. (B&W AU oneshot, Helena moves and needs decorations, she crafts them from old magazines she finds in the library Myka works at)

Fly Me To The Moon: “Remember what you did to me in London?” Myka asks. “Do you still have some of that stuff?” She is stretching her body to its lengths and turns her head to look at Helena, observe her reaction. “Why, do you want to fly to the moon?” They are laying in bed, next to one another, both nude and with sweat having cooled down enough already, that Helena has pulled up the covers to their waists. Now she turns to face Myka. (Yeah, okay I got obsessed with the idea of cavorite last year, what about it? I still think this one would be fun to have a smutty sequel, but don’t feel capable to write that genre. But I alluded! Yay!)

Laundry Day: “Why are there so many stairs here?” Pete groaned. “Are you sure, you didn’t add in a few just to annoy me since the last time I was here?” (My fav of all my fics!! Also this line does not represent it at all! Mermaid!Helena falls from the washing machine Myka and Pete are carrying up the stairs to Myka’s apartment here)

Yellow: She was nervous. Of course, she was nervous. Nervous as hell. (Most recent… this was the first long-fic I wrote. The first to be taken half-seriously. The second if you count published works to ao3. But I updated it last year for a probably final time. It follows Moiraine and Siuan on their journey through medical university, originally planned the whole way through and beyond but I didn’t feel it anymore so it’s the first 8 semesters and they end in a happy place so it doesn’t feel unfinished at all to me — and the nervousness in that line is because this is the traveling to a new life for baby!Siuan. I changed POVs in this fic in ways I wouldn’t anymore. I think during this my writing improved so the first chapter line takes me back.)

Flower crowns: The car had broken down. Calls had been made, Helena had gotten furious that she wasn’t allowed to be the one to fix it, and a real, certified mechanic had shown up. (also not representative in the way that this is the most fluffy fluff thing where the warehouse crew has a lovely afternoon after this unfortunate car breaking. This was a gift fic for @lilolilyr)

The Bering and Wells Advent Calendar 2023: Never fall for your flatmate (I’m just gonna put these in one bc it was one story): I wrote Day 1: The box contained books, Myka was sure of it. Day 13: Shower! Necessary! Day 22: Myka Bering is hiding. And Day 23: “Well–” “Well, wasn’t this lovely?” Abigail and Helena speak up at the same time. “Lovely,” Abigail echoes. 

The earth that spins and spins and spins: “Ugtta ee hhomnmtig,“ Pete had said. Myka had stared at him. Then, when had swallowed his apparently hot bite of pizza and formed the actual words, "You gotta be romantic, Mykes!", she had stared at him some more.(Also not representative. It’s from Myka’s POV, but about Helena discovering a 20th century poet (Jacques Prévert, who else?) and dealing with her grief. This was my first B&W fic and I love these poems and also Helena and Myka! It’s a bit cheated, bc there were two written and posted the same time: vacation with @lilolilyr and we each wrote one oneshot alone and one together and posted all three at the same time. On the list the one we wrote together is after this one: Drunken Considerations: Helena curses modern alcoholic beverages. But I think Lilo wrote that line so I picked the other fic.)

Woah, ten is a lot! And with mentioning both and the calendar ones as one, this is the complete list of my B&W fics too. I had hoped to get through to my Siuaraine fics as well here. But I wrote too much B&W :(? First line from Siuaraine mermaid fic not on here :((? Also not that iconic first line that lives rent free in my head but never got written down for the other siuaraine mermaid au :(((?

Tell me your first lines! Or not! only if you want to! I am tagging the two writers already mentioned above and @trollocks-in-my-bollocks @onaperduamedee @purlturtle @madronash @anandabrat @lakeofsilverpike @hecatesbroom @thatordinaryoddity. That’s then people as well! Ten is so much! How do I know so many cool writers?! Amazing! <33

[lucraven]

For your Delicious in Dungeon and Dr.Stone AU, I think Chrome and Kaseki would be great dwarves! These are so cool

I SEE THE VISION but hear me out on human Chrome. He's more agile and very scrawny. He yearns for the mines but I think Kasaki is better suited for a dwarf. I’m actually working on him rn!

[its-malarkey]

Shadowpeach (Wukong-centric) animatic to “Cleopatra” by the Lumineers

[cuteniaarts]

Wine stains on porcelain

(Alternatively: @katkastrofa and I have created 5 OCs in 3 days and I suffer from chronic “I wanna draw the little guysssssss” disease)

[camgoloud]

where’s that one post that’s like. “tfw when you exit hyperfocus mode and immediately get hit with every status effect at once”

[cas-backwards-tie]

Okay, but I have to say that part of me has no idea why (so don’t psychoanalyze me atm) but considering the support from my bestie and my love of villains in literature I’m gonna have to be nonjudgmental bc I feel I should announce my downfall as an obligation… I may have fallen into the slasher fic pool. I’d seen them float around before and was not for it, but now… perhaps I have been, the past few days 🙈

tagging for tags: @floral-and-fine 🙈😂😭🥰🙈

tagging for support: @purplebtsmagic

[adiadagaki]

Since you and obsessive!satoru broke up, you haven’t felt safe. You are wary of what you wear, notice the men who leer at you with fear because who was there to step in if they decided to harm you?

Now you had dumped Satoru for being too full on, giving you no breathing room, no one.

You were vulnerable in a way you hadn’t been in years, and you hated it. The freedom Satoru’s presence offered you was something you had taken for granted, not appreciated.

He was always on standby, ready to fight, beat up or demean a soul who dared get too close. A blanket of safety. One you had thrown away.

Tightening your jacket, you sped up, heading to Satoru’s building on impulse as the guy behind you gained ground. He could just be walking home from the mall like you, but God if your mind wasn’t somersaulting with fright.

What you’d give for Satoru to be on your back like a bear now.

The footsteps got even closer, right behind you, you couldn’t help it, you started running, so fucking scared, most of it probably in your head.

But it wasn’t, the man started running too.

Bursting into the fancy reception of Satoru’s building, you fumbled with your bag to retrieve your access card to the elevator. The security guard looked concerned but you just wanted to feel safe, and there was only one place on this planet you felt that way.

The moment the lift doors opened into the foyer you banged on Satoru’s door, not having a key after throwing it away in a fit of annoyance.

Satoru opened the door after mere seconds, eyes widening with concern when he saw your watering eyes. “What’s wrong sweets?” Collapsing into his arms, you squeezed him tight, so relieved to be against the hard muscles of his chest with his familiar smell laced into his cotton shirt.

“Someone followed me… I am sorry I broke up with you, it was stupid. I understand now, you only wanted what was best for me and I saw it as overbearing and-”

“Don’t be silly sweetheart. I get it, I can be full on at times, but we have all this penthouse if you need a lil breather, yeah?” Shaking your face by a thumb and finger on your chin, he grinned at your teary eyed expression. “Yeah.” You agreed.

Cupping your face in his hands, he kissed your upset right off your lips, your fear melting away with his presence. Sweeping you up bridal style, he carried you to your shared bedroom, not having moved a thing.

Was it a horrible thing for Satoru to send a hooded man after you? Yeah, he was going to hell. But all he was trying to do was prove to you what he already knew, that you needed him to feel safe, and that was his duty and he prided himself on it.

That, and Satoru Gojo was never letting the love of his life go. Not for anything.

[makismei]

“my love,” nanami calls, stepping into the living room with wrinkled pjs and damp hair. you’re laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through one of your various shopping apps— spring sales have you adding everything to your cart.

“yes?” you reply, craning your neck to meet his gaze. he lifts your legs, sitting where they were resting before lowering them back down, in his lap. he smells like water and clean laundry— it’s familiar and comforting.

warm hands rest on your calves, you put your phone down to give him your full attention.

“you have my debit card on your phone and wallet,” he starts, “you know that, right?”

you nod slowly, giving him a confused look. “i know.”

“you haven’t used it at all. i just checked my statement.” he says, “didn’t i tell you to buy whatever you want?”

“you did,” you smile, almost laughing at the situation. “and i’m grateful, always, that you offer to pay for my things, but i have my own money too, ken— also! i did use it, actually.”

he rolls his eyes, not malicious, of course. “yeah, for boba. twice. do you know how many shopping bags you’ve hauled into this house the past month?”

he’s being sarcastic and you laugh. this has always been something you guys quarrel about, kento giving you all his money and assets, immediately throwing his card whenever you mention something you like. “why do you want me to spend your money so bad?”

kento pouts, just slightly, it’s barely even noticeable.

“i’m grateful, baby,” you say, “but you already pay for so much— this house, my car insurance, the bills and date nights… i’m already spending quite a lot, no?”

“you can spend more,” he pouts, “what i pay for already is nothing— i want to buy you more, for you to have everything you want.”

“i already have everything i want,” you tease, “he’s actually sitting in front of me, kindly massaging my calves.”

he narrows his gaze, a smile twitching onto his lips.

“we’re going to the mall this weekend— the far one,” he decides, “we haven’t been to the mall together for a while, love. i wonder why is that?”

you hum, avoiding his gaze, “maybe because the last time we went, you secretly took my wallet out of my purse and hid it in your underwear drawer so you could pay for everything?”

he laughs, recalling the moment. “i am absolutely doing that again— also, i saw that app you were scrolling on, let me see what you have, i’ll get it for you.”

notes from mei! i do have a shopping addiction actually (im dirt poor rn and in withdrawal) but i see my future (this fic) and its so so bright