#peace within and without

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[anghraine]

I stayed up hours later than usual with the femslash TOS!Spirk fic, finishing up S'paak and Jessica's first meeting! So I had fun writing a scene in which S'paak makes a number of objective empirical observations and is 100% logical:

San Francisco was no Shi’Kahr, of course, but it was often sunny, and the day of the Enterprise’s command transfer proved no different. As she followed Captain Pike and Number One from their appointed meeting place at headquarters towards a crowd gathered near the ship, S’paak could feel the clear, light warmth of Sol on her skin. A pleasant sensation, to be sure, all the more in conjunction with the lavishly oxygenated air of Earth and the olfactory evidence of its abundant plant life. A eucalyptus tree must be nearby. She focused her attention on the crowd, which included randomly selected members of the crew, but also three small human boys attached to two strangers, a man and a woman. The man carried one of the children, while the other two held the hands of the unknown woman. They stood near several full admirals among other, more unfamiliar, Starfleet officers of lesser rank. And one of the admirals, a man whom S’paak quickly recognized as Admiral Jilani, was talking to a young woman in the green-gold of command—a woman whom a logical process of elimination indicated could only be Captain Kirk herself. As a result of the conversation with Jilani, Kirk had turned herself somewhat away from Pike’s party, only part of her profile visible, and that from a distance. Now and then, others from the crowd passed by and obscured her altogether, making observation more difficult. S’paak could see that the captain was rather pale, but with a warmer tone to her skin than S’paak’s or even Amanda’s. And like most other women already on the Enterprise, Captain Kirk’s hair was pragmatically pinned up on the back of her head. S’paak had found it a duller color in the captain’s small personnel photograph, only just blonde rather than brown, but in the full light of her native star, it was a surprising rich gold. Little else about her could be observable at this range, except that Kirk had very correct posture and had locked her hands behind her back as she spoke with Admiral Jilani.

Captain Pike paused for a moment, taking in the crowd, then continued walking forwards with Number One and S’paak close behind him. Multiple members of the other party now noticed them, waving their hands and calling out in a manner that would have been wildly disrespectful on Vulcan. S’paak had long since learned that humans meant no more than friendly welcome by it, often admiring in its own way, though she couldn’t imagine conducting herself in that fashion. Even her mother did not. In any case, the woman S’paak presumed to be Captain Kirk did not join the flamboyant gestures, though she turned in their direction and strode forward with the admirals.

As they drew near, S’paak could see that Captain Kirk’s height must be several inches below below her own, though she was not remarkably short. S’paak had not anticipated that from the paragon described to her. Otherwise, the captain looked strong enough by the standards of full-blooded humans, and no doubt was. The visible slope of her legs from hemline to boots was smoothly muscled, and the solid set of her shoulders and shape of her arms did suggest a woman as youthful and athletic as described.

But her strength must be of an entirely different form than S’paak’s, even apart from the differences of species. S’paak had always been lean, a woman of hard lines and prominent bones. Captain Kirk, though, was soft—at least, softer than expected, particularly along the pronounced curves of her hips and breast. Given the standard Starfleet uniform that she wore, there could be little probability of error. The open circular collar and impractically short skirts of their uniforms did not leave much to guesswork.

By the time they arrived, S’paak had politely lifted her gaze to Captain Kirk’s face, curious about the demeanor of the woman who would command her. The captain’s face surprised her almost as much as Kirk’s entirely normative height and build, but for a different reason: she was pretty. Not that this had any bearing on her capabilities as S’paak’s commanding officer, of course, but S’paak hadn’t imagined that the face of a decorated captain described as a brutal combatant would be quite so aesthetically pleasing.

“Chris!” said an admiral S’paak didn’t recognize, smiling and clapping Pike on the shoulder. “It’s good to see you. I don’t think you’ve met Jessica Kirk yet?”

“I haven’t had that honor,” Captain Pike said cheerfully.

Captain Kirk laughed. In a clear, mid-range voice, she said, “The honor’s all mine, fleet captain.”

“It’s Chris,” said Captain Pike, reaching out a hand without hesitation.

Captain Kirk shook it without reservation or appearance of uncommon attachment. S’paak reminded herself that this, too, was typical behavior.

“Jess,” she replied.

Once his hand was free, Pike gestured at the gleaming Enterprise. “The refits should be done. What do you think of your ship, Jess?”

Captain Kirk turned, one hand shielding her eyes. In a softer voice, she said,

“She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

[a-concert-just-for-me]

Why did I get all the math and science mutuals you guys SCARE ME

[eternal-reverie]

my two ocs have to stop being so sweet and perfect for each other in my head; they’re supposed to be a tragic couple that have wronged each other in terrible ways

[shivology]

standing together is literally just liberal zionism ofc bds was gonna call them out on normalization lol

[onethousand825days]

so anyway. I've been up since god knows when because the cats are fighting again, and if I don't stop the cats fighting they'll either kill each other, or the sound of them fighting will piss someone else off enough that they'll kill me

[roguemonsterfucker]

The vet doesn’t believe me when I say Bandit is a good boy.

Probably because he’s drawn blood every time she’s seen him.

[malcified]

[mystiika]

@freezegirl asked: feelings realization - receiver realizes they have feelings for sender meme: a collection of situation prompts ( @ any & all mutuals please send more of these they're so good )

the two were tucked into a booth at the paper lantern, the table a mess of papers & textbooks with empty dishes stacked at the side for the moment. khione had her eyes turned downward towards, some lesson on costuming causing a slight furrow in her brow. warren's head rested comfortably on his hand while he had a mad science lab report in the forefront on his half of the table. he glances up at her & the faint clattering & conversations of the people nearby seemed a world away.

it wasn't easy for warren to feel close to people, but with kie it just felt... comfortable. she was the first person in years he'd invited into his home, into his room, his sanctuary ( even if it meant introducing her to his mom ). though he still wonders who it was that had spread that fact around the school.

after the whole royal pain attack during homecoming, things around seemed to have improved some now that there was something unequivocally positive he'd done. he was even getting over his hatred of will, albeit slowly. & after his "moment" with kie at the dance kick-started their.. friendship..? — if you could call it that, frankly, from the start he'd never really known what to call them. but if he was completely honest with himself, she calmed him. she helped cool him down when his hot headed behaviour acted up just as much as his presence warmed her up in its own way.

so he clears his throat, mentally shaking the thoughts of kie from his mind in an attempt to focus on his homework but it was no use. she had glanced up at the noise, flashing a small smile at their eye contact & warren felt his heart skip a beat. it scared him. he knew what it must mean, but the implications were terrifying. he'd never had a crush before, not really, not in this way. he wasn't a monk, he'd had a few dates & shared a few kisses. but the connection he had with kie was brand new. it wasn't love yet, but it could be, he thinks to himself as he response in kind with a smile of his own — so incredibly unaware of the soft hint of a tenderness in his eyes as he does, so small it was almost invisible. but it wasn't, it was there.

he doesn't really know what to do with himself at the moment, his heart not exactly settled while she still looks at him. she really is cute, he has to admit — everything about her was cute to him. her smile, her beautiful brown eyes, the way she looks so at peace when she's skating, her handwriting & how clear her notes were when he'd borrowed them, even the way she struggles with her studies when something especially difficult comes up. he just hadn't realised it all until right then, hadn't realised just how much he'd filed away about her. & how much he picked up the little things that made her so pleasant to be around. but for a boy whose heart had been so closed off for so long, it was almost overwhelming to take these thoughts in all at once. — & so,

❝ i was thinking i should probably get the dirty plates out of the way so there's a bit more room. do you want another dawet while i'm up? ❞ ( how professional of him ). the truth of the matter was that he was looking for an excuse to get away for a few minutes, to take a break from the sight of her in order to calm his heart at least so it wasn't so distracting — he does still have homework to finish after all. ❝ or i could grab you a ginger beer. ❞ a drink that wasn't actually on the menu. but he'd bought a few & convinced his manager to let him sneak them into the walk-in because he knew kie liked them, & knew the pair would be doing school work for a good while despite it being a saturday afternoon — not that kie knew he'd gone out of his way, though. she'd been told ( quite convincingly too ) that it was left behind by one of the cooks after they resigned the week prior & had said that it was available for whoever wanted it. she gives a thoughtful hum in response at first. then, after a few seconds of consideration ( & matched with a slightly bigger smile now ), ❛ i think a ginger beer sounds pretty good. ❜ ❝ got it. back in a sec. ❞ he stacks it all with ease despite the lack of his normal tray, surprisingly swift & comfortable despite how precarious it must seem to someone else.

❛ so, you're finally nice enough to get a girlfriend, ah-woh ren, ❜ comes the cantonese comment from the line cook, chih-ming after he walks into the back. the two were about as close as you'd expect from warren with the other having playfully strong armed his way into what became a pretty positive relationship. & warren could handle a bit of ribbing from a friend without losing his cool. they'd gotten along even better as of late, especially after warren had begun helping out in the kitchen during a rush here & there. chih-ming was also largely the reason warren's cantonese had improved so much. ❝ shut up, ❞ comes an english response, a bit gruff maybe but he's certainly not reacting in anger — & not without a slight twinge of red that dusted the tips of his ears. he drops off the dishes in the sink ( immediately followed by him filling the dishwasher next to it out of sheer habit ). ❝ & she's not actually my girlfriend, ❞ he follows in cantonese after a code switch. ' though i sort of want her to be ' soon appears as a thought swirling through his mind. ❝ i think she could be though... —maybe. ❞

[uncanny-tranny]

Hi. this might be long so feel free to delete but i would like some advice/help. so i am trans i have known i am trans for years and years. since i was a toddler. i came out first when i was a preteen and i sort of fluctuated between identifying as 'just' binary male and various nombinary genders for a while until settling on binary male a couple years ago. but lately ive been wondering whether im trans het or a nonbinary butch lesbian. i am only attracted to women and im only comfortable with masculine terms he/him pronouns all that stuff. but idk. it's complicated and i am also both intersex and autistic so i feel kinda weird about it anyway. i tried identifying myself a s a butch lesbian a few days ago but i changed my mind after about 20 minutes because im worried about people interpreting me as a woman when really my gender is very masculine with some other stuff like an alien. idont know how else to explain it sorry

I definitely get where you're coming from, and I don't think I'll have the "right" answer for you - not because of anything you are, but because you are the expert in your experiences. I'm sure you know that, but I always want to remind people of that, sometimes we get caught up in making sure that we are "right."

There are plenty of other butches, genderqueer people, trans guys - whatever, really - who are in the same boat. It can be hard to navigate and make sure who you are is understood. I think a lot of times, people will interpret you based on their own ideas, and that does suck, but it often doesn't indicate a lot about what you are doing. I definitely think if it makes you comfortable, you should claim it, though I get how complex that can be.

And like... I know so many butches and whatnot who totally get where you're coming from, and I think finding those people can make it so much easier to see yourself claiming it, if that makes sense. If you haven't, please do surround yourself with a bunch of people who have those similar experiences.

You contain multitudes. You are multifaceted, and that may include being "contradicting." Whatever you feel best in is right for you. I don't know what is best for you, but I do know you deserve to be heard and not judged. I hope you extend that curtosy to yourself.

[saggitterrorist]

These been some hard months mane

[theskyexists]

Oof. Read some news. Wow. We're kinda fucked

[espiritogato]

Mote it be, Blessed Be. Peace be with you 😇

[dreadseadreams]

eden tag drop

[navydoves]

Dragon!Sylus and his strange affectionate habits

❥ you’re his mate, but you’re also human. his habits weird you out!

⭐︎

❥ he licks you! you could be sitting on the couch, minding your own business with a book in hand and sylus would come up right next to you and just start licking your cheek. you’d retract suddenly and look him up and down with a strange look on your face.

“what? i already explained this to you kitten.”

licking is his way of showing affection toward you. it’s supposed to tell you “i’m here to protect you” in a way. he also just loves tasting your skin and becoming more familiar with you since it brings him so much comfort. he’ll even lick your hair if he’s really getting into it!

❥ he feeds you really well. hungry? no you’re not, not with him at least. he’ll feed you until you’re completely and utterly satiated from his meals. when he sees you happy and drowsy from a full stomach it brings him very deep satisfaction.

sometimes he’ll put bags of snacks or containers of food where you frequent in hopes you’ll eat them. if you don’t, he’ll take offense or think he did something wrong and now you’re protesting!

❥ he makes you wear his treasures. part of being a dragon means hoarding pretty and shiny things. dragons are very protective and territorial about their things, but sylus makes an exception for you. he insists that you wear the jewels he’s collected and will drown you in his riches.

he especially loves it when you go out into public with his treasures on because it shows off his wealth via his beautiful mate. he’ll designate certain jewels or items just for you and if you’re even a little bit dissatisfied with them, he’ll throw them out right away.

❥ he builds nests for you. sylus will innocently steal your most precious items or the items that seem to bring you the most comfort and then bring them to an empty corner. it’s here that he piles up your cosmetics, clothes, bedsheets, pillows, stuffies—anything you could think of—and then he waits.

sylus would never force you to do anything, he wants you to come to the nest on your own volition without his input. he won’t even mention it, he’ll just wait until you find the nest and watch from afar what you do. if you finally do decide to nestle in, he’ll jump for joy knowing that you like it. he’ll also never come into your nest unless you ask him to, and if you do, let’s just say he’ll take care of you really well.

❥ he purrs, and really loudly too. you’ll hear him purring when you’re cuddling, when you’re eating, when you’re bathing, during sex, when you’re doing anything, really. dragons only purr when extremely content but sylus makes a habit out of it when he’s around you. the man is just very happy.

the sound of his purrs come from a deep place within his chest, making them loud and deep. even though they may startle you sometimes, the frequency and vibrancy brings you a sense of comfort and peace, and sylus knows this. whenever you’re upset or anxious, he’ll start purring loudly in hopes of calming you down.

❥ he walks around naked. of course, sylus only does this with you, but it never fails to catch you off guard. it’s not so much a sexual thing, per se, but more of a comfort thing. he’s so comfortable with your presence that he doesn’t feel the need to keep his tight, itchy clothes on when he’s alone with you. he’ll let everything hang and jiggle if he so calls for it.

although, there are times where he’ll purposefully walk around naked to seduce you like a peacock would. he thinks flaunting off his assets will make you want to pounce on him and make love to him all night—which is unfortunately true.

❥ he watches you while you sleep. at first it was cute, but when you awoke one night to his vibrant red eyes staring you down in the dark, it started to feel a little creepy. he explains it away by saying he needs to make sure you’re okay, which doesn’t really make much sense to you since you were in his secure territory.

because sylus doesn’t need much sleep, whenever you take your beauty rest, he feels the urge to look after you and your vulnerable form. he also just enjoys watching you do something so silly and human-like sleeping. this was one of your habits that he didn’t understand. he does finally back off a little bit after your complaining, though.

❥ he has a wild tail. sylus has full control over all of his body parts at any give time, so his tail is always indicative of how he’s feeling. he has a rather calm tail when you two are around others, but when alone with you? you have to dodge it sometimes from how erratic it is. he explains that it’s the equivalent of how your leg bounces. something you don’t even think about when it happens, but can have control over once you realize it.

it’s just another way of him saying to you that he’s comfortable enough around you to let loose with his body and do more natural, unconscious mannerisms.

[a-hollow-forest]

not to get all political or anything but i don't think i should have to choose between 'getting to be around/talk to other people with similar identities as myself but constantly exposed to vitriolic discourse about my fundamental existence' and 'cutting myself off completely so that i don't feel like i don't have the right to exist'

i can fucking live with the shit that comes from the people outside of my marginalised identities, the problem is that the call is coming from inside the god damn house and the people that should understand and empathise seem to want me dead more than the outright fucking bigots for the sin of *checks notes* experiencing my marginalisation in a different way than they personally do.