#that couldn’t be further from the truth

[sillybillly23637]

this blatant disregard for ford’s own wants or needs from everyone around him is exactly why stanley calling him ‘selfish’ set him off in ToTS. from ford’s perspective, that couldn’t be further from the truth and it’s likely so exhausting how much he has to compromise and overwork and overcompensate for the comfort of others/or to fulfill their expectations in the case of bill and filbrick, that stan calling him selfish in a moment where he isn’t thinking about himself at all and rather the safety of his brother and his entire planet brought back years of resentment and unresolved feelings of betrayal and anger. i doubt they would have fought at all had stanley not said that one word because ford looked incredibly sympathetic and distraught as stanley was recounting his trauma and experiences being homeless and poor. but of course stanley also had unresolved feelings of betrayal and of course he responded that way. i’m glad this interpretation of ford’s character is being brought to the forefront, i’ve been juggling these ideas in my head for a while now!

Who's gonna tell Alex Hirsch that having more fingers doesn't necessarily make someone faster at playing piano, it makes them capable of, for lack of a better way to phrase it, unlocking a top secret piano playing technique only available to people with six fingers and develop personalized hand positions and to potentially compose a piece specifically for a six fingered pianist, however no such piece is currently known to exist so we don't have an example of what that would look like.

[lilacstarryskies]

Finding A Love Of His Own

Steddie Bingo Round 2 Promptfill

@steddiebingo

Rated: T

Prompt: Date

WC: 1724

AO3 link: here!!!

Tags: Getting Together, Angst & Hurt/Comfort, Steve/OC (just on a blind date for the first half), Modern Setting

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“Listen—I didn’t even want to go on this date.” This immediately made Steve freeze.

He had low hopes, after all, so many of his dates fizzle out badly, but he hadn’t expected something like this so soon.

“You’re a handsome guy, and I—I’m sure you're really nice, but I just cannot go on this date with you.”

They were stuttering with their words, hands waving, face plastered with an apologetic downturn.

Steve didn’t know what to say.

He didn’t think they’d been the one, per se, but there was a glimmer of hope within him that the person Robin and her girlfriend set him up with would like him—maybe even be his, for just a few months, at least; anything to fill the void within him.

He’d been on a losing streak ever since he struck out with Nancy.

He loved her still, platonically, but it was as if he couldn’t date anyone for even half a year ever since he lost her.

Whether it was guys or girls, it seemed all he’d been known for, and would know himself, was the long string of people passing in and out of his bed and right out of his life.

“Why?” he finally uttered out, genuinely wanting to know.

Steve was sick of the little pity party going on in his mind and just wanted this to be over with—but not without getting the gossip he’d surely report to Robin as soon as he escaped the night to their shared flat.

They looked at him with a pitiful gaze, and Steve was just sick of it.

He’d seen this on Nancy when she told him her apologies for being callous with her words during the moment that kickstarted their much-needed end, when he’d end up saying too much to Robin about his personal life, and when his partners would give up on their relationship together.

“Steve, I’m sorry,” they replied, “I’m in love with someone else, and this blind date forced upon me has only made me realise just how badly I need to confess.”

Oh. So it was like that.

Steve couldn’t really blame them for that.

Or, well, he could. But, he’d feel bad about it and likely only do so upon some cajoling from Robin.

For now, he’d sympathise.

It reminded him of how he was after Nancy. He was even with a great girl that senior year after, but was haunted by the remnants of his infatuation with Nancy and just couldn’t put that poor girl through what he was put through—playing second fiddle in a relationship while they desired another.

Steve’s chair creaked as he got up, then making another awfully irritating screech as its legs rubbed against the restaurant’s flooring.

“Right.”

His no-longer-blind date was looking up at his standing frame with earnest, guilty eyes, wondering what Steve was about to continue with.

“This is over,” Steve said to them bluntly, yet not trying to be rude. “If you like this person so much, then ring them right now and tell them the truth.”

They were looking right at him, completely baffled at his acceptance.

“Find your love,” he replied, “And I’ll go back to dates with some other people—who hopefully don’t like another person.” Steve smiled at the end, trying to be disarming, though he only cared a little for their love life.

He mainly cared about getting the fuck out of the restaurant and away from them.

Away from the embarrassment emanating inside him and far away from the love that was within them.

They seemed to heed his words, standing up with a goal in mind, head bowed down as they got up, as they waved their hand about inside their pocket, looking for their phone.

Steve was already walking away; he didn’t want to ruin his night any further and witness their love confession.

He couldn’t bear being a witness to yet another love story while he was alone.

Steve followed their actions as he was outside in the dark, his own hands bumbling around trying to catch his lighter, with him ready to finish a whole cigarette in one go to try and avoid thinking about the complete and utter failure that was tonight.

“—Hey, you got an extra cig on you?”

He turned to face the unexpected voice that shocked him out of motion, turning to find a rather handsome man.

“Um, yeah—sure man,” Steve flailed around, getting another cigarette out.

He tried to act cool, not wanting to show just how much of a mess he was in this moment.

Steve reached out to pass it to the man, immediately having his eyes catch onto a trail of little bats trailing along the upper half of his forearm, the latter half of the tattoos trailing up beside his elbow and the black rolled-up sleeves of the graphic tee the man was wearing.

His hands were large, calloused and veiny, coated with numerous metal rings that were large and domineering; they looked clunky and uncomfortable in Steve’s mind, but perfectly suited to the man beside him.

Steve’s own fingers touched the man’s hand, the whisper of a touch which almost grew longer, becoming a sensation he desired to let linger.

“Thanks, my shift was so awful that I ran out of my supply on my last break and didn’t get a chance to refill, so you really saved me there, to be honest,” the man said, smiling at Steve with such an appreciative—and beautiful—look in his eyes.

“No worries,” Steve replied, finding it so easy to converse with the chill guy before him, “That makes it the two of us, when it comes to shitty nights then, except well I took off work for this and still had a bad night.”

The guy hissed in sympathy, “Ooh, what happened? At least you’re not the only one whose night sucked, I’m your fellow comrade in distress, my liege.”

Steve barked out a laugh at that, loving the weird way the man was speaking, “I was on a blind date my friend set up—trying to get me over my losing streak of failed relationships and string of casual hookups—and the person she and her girlfriend picked as my so-called perfect pair was someone in love with someone else.”

Another hiss of sympathy. “Damn, that’s a bad omen.”

“Yeah, my luck with relationships has been piss-poor ever since goddamn high-school, and this is really the cherry on top of the bullshit that is my life,” Steve replied, turning sour at the end, way too pessimistic to act in front of a guy he has barely known for a minute.

The guy looked up at Steve, taking a hit of his cigarette before responding, “Hey—I bet your luck’s not too bad,” Eddie replied, the beginnings of a smile erupting on his face. “After all, I’m right here with you.” He let out a laugh at his bold line, eyes drilling right up to gauge Steve’s response.

Steve couldn’t help but grin at that, “Yeah, yeah—my good luck bringing me to this alley just so I could whine about my relationship status with some random guy.”

“—I’m no random guy,” the random guy cut in, “You can call me Eddie—”

“Oh, alright, Eddie,” Steve responded, a bold little quip, flirtatious in tone.

“—Or you can call me,” Eddie’s voice grew loud, a playful banter growing between the two, “Your future boyfriend.”

Steve snorted.

He rather liked the sound of that.

After all, anything was better than being alone and stuck in dull dates and hookups that resulted in nothing.

At least, this Eddie guy was quite hot and entertaining—emphasis on hot.

“Okay, future boyfriend,” Steve jested out, wanting to see where this went, at least, for the night. “You can call me Steve.”

“Alright, so now I know my future husband’s name, why don’t we take this further?”

“What, to the bedroom?” Steve was done with hookups, and the growing harshness of his voice illustrated that.

Eddie waved his sour words away, “Nah, let's go somewhere way more fun than that boring ol’ place, I got some cool places in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve was back to being playful.

“Yeah, yeah, I got a fun medieval-themed escape room thats been just calling my name and since my friends are busy, I haven’t had the chance to go, but now with you, my knight-in-shining-armour,” Eddie replied, voice lifting with a quirky joy, “I can finally get right in and live my true calling as a jester!”

“I like the sound of that,” Steve commented, “Though I’ll confess that all I know about the medieval era comes from my high-school classes that I barely listened to.”

“You don’t gotta worry, big boy,” Eddie quipped, “My knowledge of the medieval time only comes from D&D and the glorious mind of Tolkien.”

“Who?”

Eddie pressed his hand onto his chest, dramatically falling, “You don’t know Tolkien?”

Steve’s response didn’t temper Eddie.

His hands lifted up as he explained, “Tolkien is a god of fantasy!”

“Oh!” Steve exclaimed.

Eddie looked on, almost approvingly, wondering what Steve would say.

“I’ve heard of him from these brats I used to babysit!” he declared with a proud look, “He’s that guy who wrote the incest story with dragons, right? My friend had a huge crush on one of the actresses in the weird little show!”

Eddie’s hand quickly returned to his chest in a theatrical manner, too shocked for words.

He then grabbed Steve by the shoulder, patting him on the back, “You’re lucky you’re so gorgeous, that’s sacrilege to my ears.”

“Hey!” Steve let out.

“I’ll still marry you, of course,” Eddie replied, sounding as if this was a genuine compromise, “You can be my knight-in-shining-armour even if you don’t have an idea when it comes to such an icon.”

Steve liked the sound of that.

He’d have fun with this jester-of-a-guy.

His heart was praying for it to grow into something further, unlike his past relationships, and he had a good feeling that he didn’t even need those prayers to get his wish; Eddie’s lovestruck gaze was more than telling for him.

And he’d bet that Eddie was gazing upon a look on Steve’s face that looked awfully similar.

[yeonmuse]

CHROME HEARTS ──but I break them still

❪ CHROME HEARTS ❫ nishimura riki & fem!rea 1.8k w.c ⋆♱✮ fluff/angst ༯ university au ꫂ ၴႅၴ synopsis──★˙nainais library !! @k-films

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an: chrome hearts is nearing its end chat how we feeling?

CHAPTER 20 | the sun, her moon, and her stars

A week, a week had gone by since everything had transpired between you and Mako and you were having a hard time. You’d shut yourself in your room and you hadn’t spoken a word to anyone you just couldn’t bring yourself to face anyone. Niki hadn’t texted no matter how many apologies or check in you’d sent after your talk with him and you couldn’t blame him knowing you accused him of being ingenuine. You let out a halfhearted sigh as you lay in bed staring up at the ceiling and a knock at your door steals your gaze.

“Jongseob I already told you I don’t want to come out.’’

“It’s me..’’ your body stiffened upon hearing the voice at the other side of the door, the two of you hadn’t spoken since the day everything had gone down and you weren’t sure where things wouldlead after finding out everything you did. But now there she stood on the other sude of the door and you felt this dreadful cloud looming over you. It did hurt, not talking to her, not running to tell her and the groupchat everything over the course of that week, but you had every right to be upset with her.

“What are you doing here..’’ you respond, hearing the sound of shuffling on the other side.

“Yn i just want to talk…you’ve ignored my texts, you left the groupchat and you haven’t been showing up to classes, i wanted to give your space but I…I can’t not for this long.’’

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you lied to me instead of just telling me the truth.’’ 

“Yn please just..please just open the door and let me explain everything.’’ you could hear the hurt in her voice, it made your chest tighten, but you still weren’t sure if you were ready to face her.

“Yn i swear to god if you don’t open this door and talk to her i’ll take it off its hinges again.’’ Jongseob yells on the other side, making you snear at him from the other side of the door as you move to open it.

This was the first time you had been seeing her since that day and it seemed like the both of you had been in the same boat, dark circles and bags under both your eyes, tired expressions worn on each of your faces as if neither of you had slept a wink. You didn’t say a word to her, just walked further back into the room and left the door open for her to enter. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her but you could hear the sound of the door shutting behind her then a sharp inhale.

“I know that you’re still mad, you have every right to be but I want you to know I truly never meant to hurt you. I was wrong I know but I’ve never.. I've never been in love with someone so close to me before and I got territorial I- I forgot that above all you were my best friend. I let the fact that I was in love blind me and it turned me jealous in the worst way. I never thought..I never thought that you’d start liking him, I  thought that this was something that would pass, but then you started hanging out with him and bringing him around the others, your tweets about being closer to him scared me and I didn't want you to be taken away. Then everyone started joking about you liking him and I just.” This was the first time you’d seen her this vulnerable since high school, the first time you’d seen her cry since the day she came running to your house when her parents split.

“I’m sorry yn I’m really sorry, i even chased him down to apologize, if i could take it back i would I just.” You couldn’t stop the tears falling from your own eyes, your best friend was in front of you crying her eyes out and it was hard to see.

“You dumbass, you could have just held me how you felt.” You scold her in between tears, both of you a complete mess as you stood there crying.

“I.. didn’t….want..to..scare….you…off.” She responds, a hiccup and sniffle between each word. You were sure you both looked ridiculous right now,  trying to talk while you both were in between tears.

“You’re so stupid you could never scare me off. I’ve always known who you are and I may not love you in that way but you’re my best friend, I'll always be your best friend no matter what you tell me.” You respond by wiping your tears and hers.

“You don’t hate me?”

“I could never hate you.” You respond to her, lips poked out into a pout, eyes getting watery all over again.

“Are you guys done crying, can we come in now.” You could hear from the other side of the door

“Aya shut up they’re not supposed to know we’re listening.” You could hear Melody say from the other side as well. You and Mako both share a glance before bursting into a fit of laughter, wrapping your arms around each other as if you missed the comfort.

“Okay we’re coming in.” Chloe spoke softly on the other side before pushing the door open.

“I called them over, everyone’s been worried about you.” Jongseob says as they all step inside and you mouth a thank you to him before wiping your face.

“Hi my angel, how are you feeling?” Chloes the first to envelope you in her arms, followed by the others that flooded in one by one all wrapping you in their arms like they hadn’t seen you in months.

“Better now.. I’ve missed all of you.” You respond with a smile, taking a seat at your usual spot near the window where all of you would usually gather.

“And Niki..?” The room seemed to still at the mention of his name. You still hadn’t heard from him and it was bothering you, maybe that was your fault for not going to classes, maybe then you could see him in person, but you couldn’t fully blame yourself. You shake your head no, and it was enough for them to understand, no words needed to be exchanged.

“I’m sorry baby, I know you were really starting to like him even if you didn’t want to admit it to us I think we could all see it.” Chloe apologizes, reassuringly rubbing your back.

“It’s okay, I can’t blame him if he wouldn’t want to talk to me again after the way I broke down and accused him. I still have the one thing that matters most. I’m sorry for shutting you guys out and leaving, I just. I needed time alone.” 

“We understand, but next time just give us a heads up? We were worried sick, melody even cried.” At Hunter's revelation Melody's head snaps in his direction.

“I did not cry!?”

“You did, you got snot all over Jongseobs shirt.” Aya expose, you couldn’t help but laugh. You felt so reassured in that moment, nothing else matters now that you had them with you, you weren’t thinking of niki or what would happen between the two of you when you finally did return to school, you just stayed content in your momentary happiness. You were so caught up in Niki, tje man that to you was like the moon that you had completely forgotten about them, the ones that lit up your way before you’d even known him. They were your stars.

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[hebuiltfive]

WIP... Monday!!

Another WIP post in less than 24 hours? What can I say? I'm really proud with how far this story has come so far and I'm really excited about it so I thought I'd post another little bit! It's also super hot and I've got a really stressful end of the week coming up which is all making me anxious. This story is giving me the best distractions at the moment to keep from going insane! So, if I end up posting more snippets, just know that this probably won't be the norm - I'm just hyperfixating at the moment and trying to keep my mind steady!

“Am I not like family to you, Jeff?”

No reply was given. An answer in itself.

Gaat’s eye twitched, an attempt to control his facial expressions from twisting into something too sour. “What happened to friendship? Big Blue comes along and you and Lucy shut me out.”

Scott couldn’t see the look on Jeff’s face that halted Gaat’s further slander. He expected it looked something like his trademark Dad look, deployed when he had to try and stop the household from descending into chaos. It was used much less these days, what with most of his brothers having flown from the nest, but it was still very effective. Belah Gaat’s demeanour change was proof of it.

The man’s grin softened into something more normal. “You know where to find me if you change your mind, Jeff. I’ll be at the local plant for the next week or so, I’ve got some business to take care of, so drop me a line when you’re ready to talk.”

“Thank you, but I doubt that time will come.”

Belah Gaat stopped halfway to the door. Scott noticed his gloved hand flex into fists, could hear the creaking of the leather as it stretched over his skin. He doubted many people dared deny him that which he wanted. He was CEO of GaatCorp and one of the richest men in the world. He yelled jump and most people would reply with the question of how high. Jeff Tracy was the exception and Gaat did not like it.

“You’ll soon see that you’re making the wrong choice, Jeff. When you finally wise up to the truth, to the inevitable, I’ll be waiting.” His eyes met Scott’s once more. “Because that’s what friendship is. Loyalty.”

Nothing more was said as Gaat finally exited the farmhouse.

[preemptivejustice]

Arthur kept his eyes on the man, attentive in a way that suggested archiving more than just listening. Arthur couldn’t help but find himself caught on the one phrase, the statement that the subject felt as if he were ‘everywhere’; not only was it poetic, it was structurally interesting. A statement of dispersed identity, of being smeared across the system rather than localized to a self. 

He wasn’t located in his chest. He was his entire body? He was the space that he took up? 

The last question only barely pulled him more than that; it caused an outward shift, a reaction without Arthur meaning to give one. 

Is being something undesirable? 

Arthur’s head disconnected from the wall, though neither in alarm or concern; it was something closer to alertness as his eyebrows pinched, head tilting. An experiment that had shifted in an unexpected direction. 

He rolled his shoulders, folding his hands in his lap and leaning back once more against the wall. “That’s the second time you’ve circled back,” he pointed out, his tone even. “I find that interesting. I’m going to make a note of that, as well.” 

He didn’t write, however, his fingers instead interlacing loosely. They formed an absent-minded steeple, his posture remaining still but the air around his thoughts coiling slightly. 

“You’re right, yes. I did say that. That’s a very important distinction, especially to the people who are funding this room.” He raised a hand to gesture around them, though didn’t elaborate further; he was getting paid to make the determination. He was getting paid to figure out what had happened to Kane, and what this thing was in front of him - and that was an important step in the process. 

“The difference between someone and something only defines what can be done to you. What rights you have. What… protections you can be afforded. If you are someone, then you need to be understood, and you can be worked with. If you are something, you can be studied. Dissected. Replicated. Archived.” 

There wasn’t any cruelty in the words - it was just truth. It was an offering. 

“But you aren’t asking me about ethics, I presume. You’re asking about whether it’s worse to be something, to exist without the burden of being someone. And that’s a much older question - one that humans don’t normally like to ask. I can’t really tell you if it’s better to be someone or to be something. I don’t think that has an answer.” 

It was objective. ‘Good’ and ‘bad’ were relative terms, and therefore it was impossible for anything to truly ‘be’ either. Something could not be a temporary title. If something was ‘good’ or ‘bad’, it was only a state of being, similar to identity. 

“Something can execute tasks,” he stated. “It can respond to input, it can observe, it can imitate. Programs do that. Viruses do that. They operate. Sometimes efficiently - sometimes brilliantly. But they don’t choose to operate. They run because they were made to run. Someone is different. They can reflect, they can override, they can stop. They can hesitate. They can wonder if they should do the thing they were made to do. That’s the distinction I’m looking for - because as I see it, presently, I have three theories.” 

He shifted slightly, one finger lifting up to mark each point in turn, like lining hypotheses in the air. 

“One: you are Kane. Not precisely the same, of course - altered, perhaps radically - but at your core, you are still the man who entered the Shimmer. A continuity of self, disrupted, perhaps moved into a new body, but not severed. That would suggest trauma, mutation, adaptation. I don’t believe this is the case.” 

A second finger, his hand falling to rest against his knee. 

“Two: you are not Kane. You are a separate being - an alien intelligence, perhaps - attempting to mimic him. You have access to his patterns, his speech, his gestures - but the man himself is gone. What is left is a reflection made in glass. Something… curious, maybe. Something learning.” 

A breath, paired with the raising of the third finger. 

“Three: you are neither. You are not Kane. You are not an alien. You are a process. A function. A virus, or something close to it - code that imprinted into matter, following the order to relocate. You do not understand what you are because you aren’t meant to understand - you’re a consequence of what the Shimmer made.” 

His money was on the third option. It made the most sense, it followed the most patterns; it made sense for what all was recovered from the location in the first place. A substance that could copy and remix whatever data was put into it; DNA, memory, anything. The only oddity about it was how perfect of a copy Kane appeared to be - though even that could be explained with statistics. 

“Does that make sense, to you?” 

Assembling he is, Dr. Harrow might be right with that one - collecting information, assembling, putting together, creating something new. Copying, mimicking, gathering and picking; Instinct causes it to happen, instinct causes him to be.

Perhaps this is precisely it, the very essence of... it. Of him. Of Kane who is not Kane, but at the same time is Kane. He exists, he is aware of concepts, aware of how Kane functions and behaves, and yet he isn't, not completely, not enough; The blueprint is a theory made of collected and gathered information, based on what had been seen, experienced, witnessed, consumed, built upon.

And yet, Kane who knows how to feel, who also doesn't know how to feel, struggles to understand what this is. Feelings. Emotions. It all is so very clear and makes sense in one way, yet he's left wondering in another.

Lips press into a tight line once more, teeth clenching, jaw working, sliding left and right as that gaze flicks away, thoughtful, thinking. Kane knows how to think now, he is thinking, he understood the concept to the fullest; Thoughts appear inside his head, that's what it is, and he pieces them together or watches them float away, feels bothered by others.

---Feels. He feels. Is he feeling? Perhaps... he is feeling.

Maybe there is more to feeling than this, the hand resting on his chest. That sensation existing inside his chest is there, maybe he's sick again? No, that had felt different. It had felt painful.

Kane, it, not Kane but also Kane, had felt pain not too long ago, he remembers. A memory, fresh and recent, a real one, he suddenly gains access to: After finding Lena, after fulfilling his mission, doing the one thing Kane had asked him to do before ending its own identity, he'd felt pain. It had stretched through the whole of his body, had pulled and tugged; Back then he wasn't aware of it being what it was - pain - but now he is. He'd felt pain, then he'd felt nothing, cannot remember anything that happened after a distinct taste coated his tongue - and now here he is.

What he feels right now, inside his chest, isn't pain. Not the same pain as what he'd gone through before. This is... different.

A blink, eyes back on the other being currently existing within this room, hand falling back onto his lap, away from the clothed dip of his sternum.

"I am everywhere, I think." It's hard for Kane to imagine his mind, his existence, to be focused on one part of this body alone. He might be there, but maybe he's also somewhere else - inside the head, the brain, the lungs? "...But I think I feel... ---I think I feel... more, in my chest. No pain, I have felt it before, it was different."

He feels. Kane thinks he's feeling, yes.

Thinking, Feeling. And maybe... maybe it's an emotion---

"---Is being something... undesirable?"

A sudden jump back to something said earlier, something that seems to keep nagging at him, his conscience; Kane, not Kane, it, keeps remembering a certain sentence that has been said by that man in front of him, and that memory wants to be let out.

"You said you want to find out if someone is in here---" A gesture follows, a finger stretching and pointing at the body, the chest, "...Or if there's only something instead. Only. You phrased it that way." Is this why he feels that pressure?

[kaispeakshermind]

I just watched Elemental.

I am very normal about this movie.

… That is a lie I am not okay

[queerliblib]

Hello!! I was looking for non-fiction books of butches and femmes that mention bisexual butches and femmes too! I guess that's a very specific thing and difficult thing to ask for but I was hoping if you knew some? In the end, I'll take any and all butch femme non-fiction books you know of please! 👉👈💖

hello! okay so don’t wanna promise bisexuality in all of these because that’s tricky to do without having read each cover-to-cover*

that said, we do have some recs! I’m going to split this up two ways;

Non-fiction (not memoir)

Butch is a Noun by S. Bear Bergman

Persistance: All Ways Butch & Femme eds. Ivan Coyote & Zena Sharman (& it’s precursor, Persistent Desire: a butch-femme reader although sadly it’s not available as an ebook for us to purchase)

The Life & Times of Butch Dykes by Eloisa Aquina

Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold by Elizabeth Lapovsky Kennedy & Madeline D. Davis

& one essential we haven’t gotten around to buying yet: Female Masculinities by J. Jack Halberstam

Non-fiction (memoir)

Burning Butch by R/B Mertz (also in audio)

Pregnant Butch by A.K. Summers

Rust Belt Femme by Raechel Anne Jolie

Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H. (also in audio)

& before anyone asks Stone Butch Blues is NOT in our collection, but that’s because it’s available for free, as a pdf, directly from Leslie Feinburg’s website

[saturdaynightghostclub]

Normally I wouldn’t post anything so specific about my personal life on here but I had the most bizarre encounter today and I feel like I’m losing my mind so naturally I have to share.

So today I was placed in a discussion group with this guy who I already know doesn’t like me. I suspect it’s because of something that was said by a teammate of mine during a group presentation, and fair play, I would also be skeptical of someone if I thought they endorsed bigoted views but A) I’d probably want to confirm that before I decided to be a full-on asshole to them forever and B) I feel like I’ve given him more than enough evidence to the contrary (for the record, I was also horrified by the group project incident). So maybe he just hates my personality, fair enough.

We’re sitting down and he points to a sticker on my laptop and says, “Is that the Lorax?” And I say “No, it’s Bigfoot,” because it’s Bigfoot.

And he’s like “Oh good, because I thought it was the Lorax and I had some questions.” And I’m thinking we’re doing fun banter because it’s the Lorax we’re talking about, how serious can it be, so I say “Aww, what’s wrong with the Lorax?” And the dude looks at me like I’m a fucking idiot and says “I mean, the movie Lorax? Yikes.” And proceeds to quite literally roll his eyes every time I speak for the remainder of class. While being totally pleasant to everyone else.

So I’m left with all of these questions, like did I miss something totally obvious? Is the movie Lorax somehow more problematic than the book Lorax? I thought the Lorax was on our team, he speaks for the trees. I get Dr. Suess was a complicated guy, but if that was the issue why wouldn’t you just say that? And also, once again, I don’t have a Lorax sticker, so why is this even a problem? And why is it a big enough deal to give me the cold shoulder for the better part of an hour?

My instinct is that he was just trying to nail me on something and it’s not cool to go after people’s looks anymore so he had to find something unacceptable about me and chose the Lorax sticker that I don’t have, but seriously just call me an ugly bitch next time, it’s way less upsetting

[leopardmuffinxo]

being someone who craves connection while my toxic trait is self-isolation and avoidance is so cruel

[moonlayl]

Source - The Jerusalem Post

You can’t make this shit up. This is actually insane and disgusting. People can lose their job for pointing this out while a fcking Israeli politician can just literally say this. What the fuck do you mean do to Gaza what was done by the Nazis?

[forestlion]

i cant imagine biting my nails. i can however imagine picking at every bump on my skin. we all have our vices

[gothicprep]

Don’t forget the ones that have a raging hatred for you because your take on the guy that lit himself on fire for Palestine

that was actually nuts. that didn’t make life better for any palestinian, and I guess it’s a faux-pas to point that out.

[stunfiskz]

i wish there was more rep for trans characters whose voices don’t pass at all and that isn’t used to mock them.

[sugarcarnation]

i think kunikida might be the biggest victim of mischaracterization in this fandom

[fantasywritten]

“I’M JUST A MAN.”

[iceyrukia]

when people expect you to feel sorry for male rapists and go “you ruined his life” as if their willingness to commit such a terrible act doesn’t appropriately go hand in hand in order to show how depraved these human scum are - willing to selfishly traumatize women and leave a scar on their livelihood all for a five second orgasm.