#none of the amazing tans woman i know that has a large life of activism will agree with this

[satorugojowidow]

What should every feminist drawing about? What is the universal icon? The first problem is to believe that the feminist movement and political experience that comes from it, is homogenous. Is also wrong to take uterus art as celebration of motherhood in patriarchal terms and even worse, like a transphobic act. Is wrong to ignore the experience of woman regarding rape, birth control, abortion, menstruation and genital mutilation. Women giving new meanings and (re)understanding their body in a different optic is a legitimate experience, not a transphobic act. People with uterus (female or male or gnc) interact with this organ in many different ways, it means different things for indigenous women or for a trans male, one experience doesn’t deny the other. As op say, the uterus is an organ that has been objectified for the purposes of reproduction, something that has oppressed female and other identities of people with uterus. Let these people sublimate their experience with that organ in art as they want. Let people to express in art what they want without act as police, let indigenous woman to reconnect with their body at the light of their ancestral knowledge, let the people that has feel pain with their uterus and menstruation to express the complicated relationship with a body part that they want to rip off, let people to think in themselves freely. Let people create a “feminist art” that is multiple. Uterus has been a “curse” for many people, some people are trying to understand it in a different way. let them be, at the end of the day, they still have to live with it, in their body that is, like indigenous women of the south says, “a territory”.

im so tired of "feminist" art revolving around uteruses and shit like regardless of how transphobic it is it's just completely trite and unimaginative

[thesoftdumbass]

Together

McKirk

Tia’s Birthday Challenge

A/N: This ended up differently than I expected when I started out, but I’m still pretty proud of it. It’s got sort of a Princess Diaries 2: The Royal Engagement vibe to it, which I didn’t realize until I was already halfway through writing it haha.

A big Happy Birthday to the amazing, the wonderful, @captainsbabysitter-blog who is hosting this challenge. You’re fantastic and we’re all lucky to have you on our blogs and in our lives 💜💜💜

Word Count: 3.1K

Characters: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Winona Kirk, Nyota Uhura, mentions of: Spock, John Harrison (Khan), Marla McGivers

Summary: Jim Kirk is a prince, ready to ascend the throne, but before he does so he has to choose a spouse and get married, too bad he’s not interested in any of the people chosen for him. When Jim gets sick and a handsome doctor, Leonard, makes a house call, he thinks his luck may have changed.

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Winona Kirk looks across the breakfast table at her son James. He refused to meet her eyes or even speak, other than exchange pleasantries with the staff. The blonde woman lets out a long sigh, putting down her cup of coffee. “Will you please talk to me, son?”

Blue eyes flash up with a hardness in them. “What would you like me to say, Mother? I think I’ve expressed my feelings enough on the matter.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, James. It is the law that you have to be married before you can take over the throne.”

“Can’t you change the law? You are the Queen, after all,” James huffs.

“It takes the votes of all of parliament to change, believe me, I tried, but those old men are too set in their ways. They won’t change unless they believe there is a logical reason for it.”

“What about my happiness? What about the fact that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life ruling beside somebody that I barely know? Or how about setting a bad example for our people by settling for less, doing something that I don’t believe in, and lying about my personal feelings? Are those logical reasons enough?” James’ voice getting quieter by the end of his small tirade, emotion thick in his throat at the thought of being stuck with a stranger for the rest of his life.

Winona’s eyes soften and she speaks gently, but loud enough for him to hear. “I know, Jimmy. I’m sorry about that. I know what it feels like to marry a person that you barely know, just to keep your rightful position.”

Jim looks up from where he’s picking at his eggs, confusion on his face as he recalls the few memories he has of his parents together. “I thought you loved Dad?”

“Yes, eventually. At first we didn’t know what we were doing. We got along well enough, and that turned into a friendship, and from there…” Winona trails off as she thinks back on her relationship with George, her eyes glossy.

A deep sigh escapes Jim’s mouth, “I’m sorry, Mom. I’ve been acting like a spoiled child and that isn’t fair to you.”

“It’s alright, son. I haven’t talked about it much, how could you have known?”

The rest of breakfast passed quietly, the subject of conversation staying far from the subject of the argument. The peaceful morning couldn’t last forever though, as today several prospective spouses were arriving. James would have to get to know them, spending hours upon hours with them doing mindless activities, all the while wishing he were far away.

The candidates seemed elegant, nothing too disagreeable about them at first impressions, but Jim wasn’t immediately interested. Maybe the three women and two men were too many to meet at once, maybe they just weren’t that engaging, or maybe Jim was just avoiding making a connection with one of them subconsciously out of pettiness. After all, if he couldn’t find a spouse, he wouldn’t have to get married, right?

Luncheon followed behind an afternoon of walking the gardens outside the palace and taking a tour to view the artwork in the corridors, and after that James was finally given a few moments of peace to read to himself. Sitting in a large chair in a corner of the library, Jim was skimming through an old book that he’s read a half dozen times when he started feeling unwell. Thinking that it may just be exhaustion from a stressful day, Jim made his way to his room and laid down for a nap.

Hours later there is a knocking on his chamber door that goes completely ignored. It takes energy to get out of bed and answer the door, and Jim just does not have any. A few moments later there is a hand on his forehead, Jim barely opening his eyes to find Queen Winona gazing at him with concern.

“When you said you weren’t feeling well I just thought you were trying to get out of this evening’s dinner, but it seems you’re coming down with something.” Jim erupts into a bout of coughs and looks up at his mother pitifully, his throat too sore to speak. “Oh sweetie, it’s okay. I’ll get a doctor to come and see you.”

“Thank you, mom,” is barely croaked out before Winona leaves the room, going to make a call to a physician.

Jim is still asleep a couple hours later when somebody else enters his room, the light clicking on and disturbing his sleep. When a hand checks his forehead he expects it to be his mom again, but the hand is much larger and warmer than Winona’s, making Jim open his eyes in curiosity. Who he finds looking back at him is not his mother as expected, but a man sitting on the edge of his bed.

It’s not somebody that he’s seen before, James can be certain of that. He would have remembered the dark hair, tan skin, and wide shoulders. Not to mention the dimple that shows on the side of his face when one corner of his mouth lifts in a smile.

“Hi,” Jim croaks when he feels he’s observed this man enough to be slightly creepy.

“Hello Prince James, my name is Leonard McCoy. I’m a doctor, I’m here to help you.”

Coughs make their way from Jim’s chest and Leonard opens up his bag, taking out a stethoscope and putting the headset where it belongs. “Can I check that out for you?” A nod is all he gets in return before he’s helping Jim sit up in bed and listening to his lungs.

Doctor McCoy does an examination and asks a lot of questions before finally reaching a conclusion. “It looks like you’ve got the flu, kid. I can give you something to help with the symptoms, but you’ve basically just gotta let the infection run its course.” Leonard gives a dose of medication and makes sure that Jim is comfortable.

“Thank you, doctor,” Jim was able to get out, his voice cooperating with him a little better now.

“You’re welcome. I’m going to update your mom on the situation, I’ll check back in on you after a while.”

When Jim wakes back up a little while later he feels about the same, the medication starting to work. He is able to sit up in bed, the body aches easing off slightly. Jim pushes his back against the headboard of his bed and looks around his room, trying to discern what time, or even day it is. Judging by the darkness outside the window it is late, and Jim has slept since late afternoon but he feels exhaustion in the way he can barely keep his eyes open.

Still studying his surroundings, Jim’s eyes land on the large armchair in the corner of his room that seems to be inhabited. Sitting in the reading chair is Leonard, the handsome doctor from earlier. If he knows that Jim is awake he hasn’t said anything about it, simply reading through what looks like a medical journal under the light of a lamp.

“Hey,” Jim says, getting his attention.

Leonard looks up, slight surprise showing in his eyes when he finds Jim attentive and sitting up in bed. “Hey. How are you feeling, Prince James?”

“I’m alright, and call me Jim. Everybody around here does.”

He got a smile and nod in return before Leonard started to check his temperature, among other things, making sure that he wasn’t getting any worse. Len is writing some numbers down in a notebook when Jim speaks again, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the room.

“This probably sounds dumb, but this flu couldn’t have come at a better time.”

He gets a confused smile in return. “I won’t pretend to know what you’re talking about, kid.”

“Long story short; I have to get married before I can be coronated. There are five candidates staying here at the palace. I’m supposed to choose one of them to marry so my mother can retire, only none of them are even remotely interesting to me. Honestly I wouldn’t care about being King, it’s just that Mom is tired of ruling, and my brother Sam refuses to lead.” Jim shakes his head and sighs when he realizes that he’s just unloaded too much onto a man that is practically a stranger. “Sorry about that, sometimes I talk too much.”

“Don’t sweat it, Jim, I can understand how that would be frustrating.” A few moments pass as Leonard sits on the edge of the bed. “So can you only get married to one of these five people,” he asks curiously.

“No, it can be anybody I guess, as long as they don’t have anything brought against them. Warrants for arrest, incredible debt, things like that,” Jim shrugs.

“So, student debt from medical school that’s almost paid off, would that count against someone?”

Is he flirting with me? Jim thinks to himself when Leonard smiles and shows his dimples off. And then, he is flirting with me when a beautiful hazel eye winks at him from just a foot away. Jim’s face warms and his cheeks are pink before he can help it.

Before Jim can think up a clever response to that, his bedroom door is opening and his mother is walking in.

“Mom! Hey, what are you doing in here,” Jim yelps just a little too quickly, his blush getting that much darker.

“Can’t I come check on my son?” She chuckles. “You were asleep last time I was in here, I’m glad to see that you’re looking better. Although you do look a little flushed, does he have a fever?” Her question is aimed at Leonard and he shakes his head, a small amused smile on his face.

“No fever, I just checked his temperature. The medicine is doing its job and helping to reduce his symptoms.”

“That’s perfect! That means you’ll be able to continue with your scheduled events for tomorrow. The Duke, John Harrison was asking over you at dinner, you know.”

An image of the man’s cold eyes and pompous smirk flashed through Jim’s mind and he shivered at the man’s stony attitude. Leonard picked up on this and decided to drop him a line.

“Actually, Your Majesty, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Jim may seem better but he’s not yet, the virus is still in his system. It will take at least four days for him to get better altogether.”

The queen huffed not so subtly and bid goodnight to her son before leaving the room, an unhappy expression apparent on her face.

It was hard for him to hold in his laughs at the look on his mother’s face but he managed, at least until the door closed behind her. Leonard chuckled along, his voice deep and sunny at the same time. His amusement doesn’t last long however, as soon Jim is groaning in pain.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Leonard is already checking him over for what could be wrong, concern evident in his voice.

“Nothing, my head just hurts.” Jim groans, putting a hand on his head and rubbing his temples.

Leonard immediately goes to his bag and grabs some aspirin for the pain, giving it to Jim to take along with a glass of water. “Maybe you should go back to sleep, you’ll need all the energy you can get to fight this off.”

Jim just nods, settling back into bed and covering up with his heavy duvet. Leonard picks up his journals and notebooks, placing them in his medical bag before closing it and making his way to the door. “You leavin’?”

Jim’s voice is low, the sound barely reaching Leonard’s ears. “I’m gonna let you get some sleep and I’ll come back in just a little while. Goodnight, Jim.”

“Goodnight, Len,” Jim mumbles, and then he’s out like a light.

The next few days are not as bad for Jim as one would expect, what with having the flu and all. Of course, having Leonard staying in the next room and coming multiple times a day to check on him and keep him entertained is what actually made being sick tolerable.

Their conversations and banter only got more flirty with each passing comment, making Jim feel amazing and terrible at the same time. He was starting to really like Leonard, learning so much about each other and getting along perfectly, but in the back of his mind was always the lingering thought that he is supposed to get married, and soon, to somebody he hasn’t even spoken a dozen words to personally.

That brings them to today. Winona had convinced all of the visitors to stay until the prince got better, and now that he was, Jim was being forced to sit down at a banquet table with all of the guests, as well as several members of the government. One good thing though is that his mother let him invite some friends, including Leonard.

Sitting in the center of the table, so he can get to know the guests, as his mother had urged, Jim was eating quietly and listening to the chatter around him when he felt someone’s eyes on him. Looking up, Jim’s eyes landed on John Harrison who was attempting to ignore the affections of one of the other guests, Marla McGivers, and was staring straight at him.

Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Jim turns his attention to his friends next to him, Spock and Nyota, who are having a conversation with Leonard. About what, he’s not sure, but he just knows he has to focus his attention somewhere other than the man in front of him that makes him uncomfortable.

Nyota, noticing how quiet Jim is being, decides to ask about it. “How are you feeling, James?”

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and responds. “I’m fine Ny, why do you ask?”

Nyota sends a pointed glance across the table to the man still unabashedly watching her friend. “You don’t look very well, I just thought that maybe you’re still recovering from your illness.”

“I think she’s right, kid. You’ve probably over-extended yourself so soon after being sick. I can walk you back to your room if you want,” Leonard cuts in, picking up on the tension at the table.

Jim nods and excuses himself, telling a short lie to his mom as an explanation. Jim and Leonard walk out of the dining hall beside each other in companionable silence. When Jim starts to turn a corridor in the direction of his room, Len grabs his hand to keep him walking straight and doesn’t let go once Jim has corrected his path.

Jim is satisfied to say the least that Leonard is still holding his hand, although he is a little confused at where they are going. He did say he would walk Jim back to his room, didn’t he? Jim cocks an eyebrow and looks over at Len, his head tilted slightly in question.

Leonard smiles, his dimples once again making an appearance. God, Jim was starting to really love his dimples. “I figured you wanted to get away from the table, but I didn’t want you to be stuck in your room again. You’ve been confined there for almost a week,” Leonard says in explanation.

“Thank you, Len. Not just for tonight but for taking care of me and keeping me company. It’s really easy to be me around you. I can’t do that with just anyone.” Jim smiles at the man next to him and feels his heart skip a beat when he feels Leonard’s hand tighten around his own.

Not knowing or caring where they were going as he was sneaking glances at Leonard, Jim looks up when he feels wind on his face and finds himself in the gardens. Len and Jim walk through the beautiful flowers and budding trees, just enjoying each other’s company and the improving weather. The two of them stop when they reach the center of the walled garden, sitting down on the ivy-covered sides of a large fountain.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Jim just shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t really know what to say. I feel like I’ve already about myself enough for the time being...”

“Well I’m here for you if you decide you want to talk. Anything you need.” Leonard’s’ voice is filled with warmth and Jim can feel himself gravitating towards him, laying his head on one of Len’s broad shoulders.

“Anything, huh?” Jim looks up at Leonard, his electric blue eyes almost glowing in the coming darkness.

“Of course, Jim. I hope I’ve made that clear.”

“I don’t…” Jim searches his words, sitting up straight. “I am not going to marry any of those people. I am going to challenge the ruling that says I have to be married to become King. I don’t want my life to be ruled by somebody other than me. What I want to know is… will you stay with me when I do?”

Leonard doesn’t answer right away, letting his mind think about what Jim is saying. Does he really want Leonard to stay around? Leonard hadn’t let himself think that something like this could happen, instead choosing to remain a realist, but now that him and Jim could be together without having to rush, it sounds perfect.

In the few seconds it has taken for Leonard to think this, his mind coming back with an emphatic /yes,/ Jim’s head has lowered, thinking that the silence was a rejection. Leonard put a hand under Jim’s chin, lifting his head gently to look into his eyes.

“I did say anything, didn’t I?”

A large smile takes over Jim’s face, and it’s one of the most beautiful things that Leonard has ever seen. A matching grin comes over his own face and before he knows it he’s smiling into an affectionate kiss, letting himself melt into it.

The kiss breaks off sooner than expected and Leonard places his forehead on Jim’s, breathing deeply, when he hears something he wasn’t really expecting. A laugh is bubbling out of Jim’s mouth, bright and so full of warmth. Leonard raises an eyebrow in silent question and Jim stops to take a breath.

“You do realize that now I have to tell everyone to go home, right? Mom is going to be so pissed.”

This time Len joins in, chuckling a little when he thinks of what Winona’s anger will look like. The corners of Leonard’s mouth lift up and his eyes gleam with adoration. He leans in and places another, chaste kiss on Jim’s lips. “We’ll do it together, then.”

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[slytherinmybedcuzimcold]

Poseidon's Chariot: Chapter 2

The Nest

Elizabeth's cold gaze swept over her crew as they busied about on the deck below her place at the helm. Everything was as it should be...Until a certain historian came up from his hiding place below deck in the crew's sleeping quarters. Elizabeth let out a sigh as he knocked over the bucket that was being used to clean the deck, she had nearly forgotten about him.

“Charlie, take the helm.” She ordered the man behind her. Charlie was an obedient and loyal crew member, one of the few who had served her late father before her.

“Ay, Captain.” The large, tanned man stepped up to his Captain's side and took over the wheel as she made her way down the steps to where the new member was standing.

Andrew had finally emerged from the same place he was left in by Mr Skips the day before. He had still been coming to terms with just how he had managed to get on a pirate ship instead of the HMS Rose when he decided he might as well go and be of some use on deck; and that's where he found himself now: In the middle of the ship's activity. Everywhere he looked he saw someone doing something; be it tidying the ropes, altering the sails or swabbing the deck and everywhere he went he seemed to be in the way.

“Well, look who's finally decided to join us, Mr Bolls.” A sharp voice suddenly spoke from behind him making him jump and slip on the newly spilled water. Some surrounding crew members bellowed with laughter at the very out of place historian as he continued to make a fool of himself. Jones let out another sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Um it's Bell, Miss Jones, Andrew Bell.” Andrew answered as he picked himself up and looked sheepishly at the intimidating woman. Her eyes held a menacing look, one that told him to beware and not push his luck.

“What exactly do you think you are doing, Mr Bell?” Andrew nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he stumbled to explain himself.

“Erm I just.. I just wanted to make myself useful.”

“Oh and you are doing a grand job. Look at the extra work you have already created for my crew! You're lucky I don't  make you swab the deck with your tongue!” Andrew flinched from the sharpness in her voice.

“Sorry.”

“Whilst you are on my ship you will address me as Captain or Ma'am, are we clear?”

“Yes, Ma'am.” Jones nodded in satisfaction.

“You will be minded by Rogers in the crow's nest-”

“I don't think that's such a great idea, um Captain..” Jones' eyes flashed and a deadly look came over her face;

“Excuse me?” The whole ship went quiet waiting to see what their Captain would do to the moron who dared speak against her.

“I'm really not good with heights you see, haven't been since I was young...” Elizabeth laughed in disbelief,

“Sorry, do I look like I care? I didn't ask for your opinion nor your life story, I told you, you will be in the crow's nest and that is where you shall stay until further notice.”

“Please, Ma'am, I would be happy to do anything but go up there. I'll even peel potatoes all day! Please don't send me up there.” The cold stare hardened more on the Captain's face and once again she leaned in so she was inches from his face and snarled at him.

“For your safety you will be in the crow's nest.”

“My safety?”

“Yes, if you stay down here I will most certainly throw you overboard myself.” The crew laughed and Elizabeth turned from the now embarrassed Andrew and called to one of her crew members, Rogers. In an instant, a man around Andrew's age who looked to be of Grecian decent was at the Captain's side. His bare feet and ripped shirt and trousers really gave him a street-rat look and the cheeky grin on his face and his hand held in a mock salute just completed his whole look.

“You called, Ma'am.”

“You are to tend to Mr Bell here. Make sure he remembers his place and be sure to show him the ropes of the ship,” She leaned in and covered her mouth with her gloved hand so that only Rogers could hear her, “both literally and figuratively. It might be entertaining to see him try and swing between the sails.” Rogers' grin widened and he nodded, dropping his arm from his salute and grabbing Andrew's before pulling him up to the crow's nest much to Andrew's displeasure. “Make sure to keep him out of my way, Rogers.” Elizabeth called to the retreating watch out.

Up in the crow's nest Andrew was actually enjoying the amazing view of the out stretched sea, although the height had terrified him on the way up, now he was more than happy to be away from the scary red headed Captain and her fiery attitude. Even from way up at the top of the mast he could hear her bellowing orders to her crew or her cackling laughter when someone did or said something that amused her. Rogers on the other hand was perched at the very top of the mast. He reminded Andrew of a Meerkat the way he was perched and always snapped to attention whenever something new came into view, which was mostly seagulls or dolphins in the water around them.

“Excuse me, Mr Rogers was it?” The small man climbed down so he was now crouched balancing on the edge of the nest, eye level with his new companion.

“Rogers will do, or Ben, whichever ya prefer!” He beamed at Andrew, inviting him to continue.

“Ben then,” Andrew said, a small smile on his face, “Ben, how long have you been on this ship?”

A thoughtful look came on Rogers' face as he counted the many years he had been apart of the crew. “I'm not one for numbers but since I was a young lad of about ten years. The late Captain, Captain Jones' papa, was in charge then and had gone to port at the merchant harbour between Vourkari and Korissia in Kea where my papa and I were living. He was a fisherman but a drunk, a violent drunk, and would spend most of our money on drinks and women.” He sighed and looked out to the open waters as if they would help him soothe the pain of the memories he was trying to remember.

“It was the day before they wanted to cast off. Elizabeth saw me by the shore trying to fix our small fishing boat since my father was not the kind of man to come out til noon. She saw the marks he had left on me and offered me a place on the ship, away from the abuse. I declined; my duty was with my papa. She told me they would leave tomorrow and that her father would welcome me if I chose to join them. That night my father had cleaned out our savings and was drunk again and rampaging around the house like a wild beast, ripping it to pieces. He beat me when I pleaded to know what was wrong, all he kept saying was that it was my fault, everything was my fault. I didn't know what I had done but it was when he went to strike me again that something snapped. I grabbed the nearest sharp object, a gutting knife and -” Rogers made a gesture across his throat, instantly letting Andrew know what exactly he had done. “I stood over his body and realised what I had done. I knew I didn't have any other choice now than to go to Elizabeth's father and ask to join the crew; if I was found guilty of murder I'd be hanged! So I packed my things and left him there on the floor of our kitchen surrounded by his blood and his beloved alcohol. I boarded this ship and was welcomed by both Elizabeth and her father with open arms and haven't looked back since.” Andrew was speechless. He couldn't believe a child at more or less ten years of age had managed to live through what Rogers had. Rogers on the other hand had snapped out of his trip down memory lane and beamed another wide smile at Andrew.

“My story is pretty boring compared to the others on this ship. See that guy over there?” He pointed in the direction of a tall man leaning against the bulwarks, sharpening a sword. Andrew nodded. “That's Jack. He got framed for the murder of his previous employer, a blacksmith. When he pleaded not guilty they decided he was lying and cut out his tongue. He somehow escaped prison before he was hanged, although none of us know how and it ain't like he can tell us...” The two chuckled and Rogers carried on telling Andrew about the crew members pointing each one out respectively.

“The brawny guy at the helm is Charlie. He's from a Antalya on the coast of Turkey. He served under the late Captain Jones too before his death... Him and Mr Skips are the closet thing the Captain's got to fathers now. That's why they are always close to her, Skips being her first mate and Charlie being like a guard. Not that she need one!”

“That's for sure, her eyes alone scare me! It's like she can see right through you!” Rogers let out a hearty laugh, hopping down from his crouching position to stand beside his new friend.

“You get used to that, she's had a hard life especially in the past couple of years. Since the death of her papa she has been a changed woman and has had to grow up to fill the role of Captain.” He looked down a small frown making its way onto his face as he remembered the fun loving little girl he had grown up with and had become somewhat siblings with. He had seen her change first hand, had watched the childish light in her eyes turn to passionate flames of hate, regret and revenge.

“Ben?”

“Hm?”

“What exactly happened to the late Captain?” Asked Andrew, shifting so he was closer so as to hear Rogers' now quietened voice.

“We do not talk about it. The Captain will tell you when she's ready.” Andrew studied his new friend's face and knew not to push the subject; he decided he would be told at some point, when the time was right. “We'd better get back on deck.” Rogers said, pushing himself away from the edge and starting to climb down.

“What? Why?”

“See those clouds?” Andrew looked at the sky, it had changed so quickly from clear blue to grey with blackened clouds rolling in from the East. “A big storm's comin', Andy and I ain't being up here when she does.” With that the two started to climb back down the ropes to the deck below.