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[mothmansbuttquack]

Things I think the BG3 companions would say to you if you’re queer and have unsupportive family:

[an-albino-pinetree]

[xoxochb]

I care about you I hope you know that

[rin-hanarin]

I just remembered that one of Gale's Act 3 greetings starts with "Are you alright?", and it's so novel for some reason, something something "but no one ever asks how is Tav". He's so special to me.

[gojosvoid]

another day of thinking about nanami taking care of me when i struggle even with the simple parts of life—

about him reheating my leftovers and watching me eat them with those perceptive eyes, our fingers locked together so the warmth of his hand seeps into mine. the bites i take are slow, but they're also steady and he never once rushes me, his patience seemingly endless;

about cleaning the dishes together, him standing close to me, hips almost touching while he hums a gentle melody that makes me smile despite my mood because he's close, he's here and that's everything i could ever ask for and so much more;

about showering together and him washing my hair, strong, capable hands combing through the tangled mess, bringing order to the chaos so easily;

about laying in bed together afterwards while he reads to me, his voice akin to a perfectly warm, comfortable blanket and softer than any pillow i own as it washes over me, soothing my restless soul into a comfortable slumber;

about drifting off to sleep together as he presses soft kisses into my collar bone and to the slope of my neck, to the spot where it meets my shoulder, trailing fingers across the bit of skin exposed at my waist, the soft pad of his thumb drawing slow circles that make me just a little breathless in the best way possible.

[dicedot]

I haven’t interacted with the MLB fandom in years. I never watched past the third season. This being said, it was technically the fandom that got me into fandoms, so I have an attachment to it. And you know what? I need fics where Marinette is having fun being challenged. Like, all of Lila’s canon bs is just so easy to unravel with a few phone calls. I need a fic of these two girls playing 5d chess with extra ethos while every single other character is at least mostly lost. Because yk what? I grew up with this baby and I need her to grow up with me. I would like blood and mind games please. If Marinette is interested romantically in anyone it better not be Adrien because he needs to sort his shit out. Anyway this got away from me and it’s a silly thing, but my point remains. I need Marinette to fuck shit up IMMEDIATELY. And you know she’s gonna be good at it. I’m not asking for a Mary Sue type Marinette (even though she already fits that character type but that’s a different conversation), I’m asking for a Marinette that lives up to what she could be. Yeah.

[elenadoeslife]

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[pulsar-ray]

i'm so tired of the popular autism influencers being all lsn i'm so tired of autism acceptance only being geared towards level 1s i cannot stand any of it but it's everywhere.

you're forgetting us & you're making us 'freaks' that you can forget about because we're too disabled & therefore not human to you. you act like you're the only autism experience ever as if you're even the ones who would've been institutionalized or killed for being too disabled 100 years ago. you can live independently. you can act normal in public. you weren't constantly called the r slur when you were 5 feet away because they don't view you as a person who can understand.

& you just take m/hsn experiences & start using our words for yourself "going nonverbal" "autism level up" "i'm catatonic" because you don't care enough to research & understand the community you COME FROM & god forbid you start calling yourself the r slur because "i'm autistic so i can reclaim it!" while you can't even acknowledge the existence of people with id.

acting like whatever you're doing is the end all be all & whoever doesn't fit in one of your boxes isn't really autistic they're just playing it up or they have something else going on. oh you can't take care of your basic needs? try harder. you can't? you're lazy you just want to look autistic but autism doesn't have a look :)

it's not everyone but god it feels like every single time we're even acknowledged in the 'autism community' it's a friend who's a character who we're using as a teaching moment & not a person who is also autistic & deserves to be heard. i just want to be a person & not a pity.

[theflyingfeeling]

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[ugh-yoongi]

Ok, a few things:

1. Thank you for saying something about Jimin's collab with Kodak. For DECADES Black women have been asking women of other races to show up for them, especially when they show up for us. Female kpop fans love to pat themselves on the backs for being "enlightened" and are quick to stand up against any anti-Asian racism. But historically when Black women have asked kpop fans for solidarity, or criticise a kpop idol for anti-Black behavior there is the sound of crickets from kpop fans, or what-aboutism, or outright vicious attacks on these women. All of which tells me that these folks should probably stop talking about what fabulous allies they are in the fight against racism because their actions put the lie to their words.

Kodak has very publicly and disgustingly raped and abused Black women AND girls for years. So I'm very glad that somebody in the general K-pop and BTS specific fan bases is saying something. I know that isn't easy sometimes in a fanbase that can rabidly attack internal critique.

2. For the anon who accused you of Islamaphobia... I'm seeing red. Labour Rights organizations all over the WORLD decried and protested that World Cup en masse. Human rights organizations protested that World Cup en masse. Queer rights organizations protested that World Cup en masse. And they had very good reasons to do so.

Let's just focus on the whole queer rights thing as this fanbase loves to consume fics about the BTS members having sex with each other. Being queer is illegal in Qatar with a prison sentence of up to 5 years in jail (and Qatari prisons are no fucking joke) and a heavy fine. The death penalty can be used to punish them vis a vis their legal code. However, while there are no verified uses of the death penalty being used in this manner there, there are verified accounts of torture being applied to queer prisoners in the Qatari prison system just for being queer. There are also verified reports of extrajudicial killings of queer Qatari people. For heaven's sake queer Qatari people were making videos BEGGING people to not support that World Cup.

That's not Islamaphobic, that's demanding human rights abuses stop.

As a bisexual woman, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for saying something about JK going there and being critical of that choice. Lot's of folks want to sexualize my community and proclaim themselves allies, but when real action or taking a stand is needed, they abandon us. So thank you. Again, in a fanbase that can viciously attack internal critique, you said the right thing and don't seem to care about other people's shitty opinions on that.

That means something real. 🌹

thank you for taking the time to write all of this. i'm just going to leave it as-is and hope it reaches others. <3

[anxiously-sidequesting]

SPEAKING OF WHICH are there like any chill wizard101 discord servers or group chats that I could join. Or if anyone just wanna add me on discord shoot me a tumblr DM because I'm lonely and I like you guys :)

[wooahaes]

also lowkey kinda wanna write a fic at some point thats like. implied to be an older reader (like 95z/96z liner since it'd be svt specifically) whos never had a lot of experiences ppl mark down as 'normal teen experiences' (first kiss n whatnot) for whatever reason. and its not like a 'ohh im so nervous ive never been kissed' but reader just kinda being like 'yeah im doing shit on my own time. i dont wanna rush it, but can we take stuff slow as we figure this out together?' and its just reader and whichever 95z/96z guy figuring out this relationship together. maybe reader mentioning they've had relationships once or twice before but it didnt Feel right and they didnt wanna just kiss someone for the sake of saying they've kissed someone, etc.

[guiltye]

hey just a reminder that you all matter and are cherished and wonderful and kind and valuable and loved <3

[lem-argentum]

it took me until dt to change rudy's hairstyle, but i ACTUALLY think he would've cut it back in post-stb when he became a reaper. the trope of "character cuts hair to feel more in control of their life" is cliché but REAL. and also the visual of him cutting it with his scythe is fun

[beevean]

Alucard + Isaac? With whatever number you like, actually you can ignore this one because I know they're not your thing I'm just embarrassed

Then I chose 26!

…as an apology.

(I also chose to set this after a fic I wrote, To Find The Right One, where Alucard asks Hector to have sex with him to see if he's as broken as he feels to be - he doesn't like it but he and Hector grow closer as a result. Hector also believed Isaac wouldn't care about being "cheated on", the sweet summer child :) )

~

Adrian had to ask for directions to a couple of warlocks to find the alchemy laboratory. Usually, he gave a wide berth to the place: the stink of sulfur and demonic magic was unbearable.

But, clutching the halves of his mother's sword, he knocked at the door of the place where the Devil Forgemasters dwelled.

"Come in," answered Isaac. His voice had an edge in it that did not bode well; however, Adrian had no intention of waiting until Hector came back from his mission. Not for a matter like this.

When Adrian opened the door and stepped inside, two things stopped him in his tracks. One was the pungent stench of dark magic, the same that emanated from his father when in the throes of his fury. The other was the flash of surprise in Isaac's eyes, that deepened into a dark scowl. Perhaps Adrian should have waited.

"Yes, Young Master?" the Forgemaster hissed through clenched teeth.

"Adrian, please," he said, which was the same plea he had given to Hector not too many days ago. He did not wish for Isaac either to defer to him... although, judging by the venom in his words, the reminder might be unnecessary. "I apologize for interrupting your work, but I would like to ask you a favor."

With the utmost care, Adrian placed the sword on a nearby table, where it was not covered in gem dust. Isaac peered over, his face an impassible mask.

"It is my mother's sword... It is what I could salvage from her home..."

He did not know what compelled him to say it. He and Isaac had never had anything resembling a warm relationship, nor did he ever seek it: the boy had always been too much for his eyes and ears, and the more he followed in Father's footsteps, the less Adrian yearned to speak to him. Whatever Hector saw in him, Adrian could not. However, he too knew Mother, and perhaps, they could come to a mutual understanding.

"Lady Lisa's belongings? I will take care of it," Isaac confirmed gravely. He picked up the blade and rotated it in front of his eyes, with slow, tentative movements that were not like him.

"I wouldn't disturb you, but Hector is away..."

"Naturally."

Adrian had not meant to offend him. He was all too aware of how much Father worked his Forgemasters to the bone, and did not need keen senses to notice Isaac's baggy eyes or the way his shoulders slumped. Then, did it come off wrong? Why was Isaac seething, to the point that the tendons in his neck were tense?

A sinking feeling settled in Adrian's stomach. He had done nothing to Isaac personally to incure in his anger... but indirectly...

"Is something wrong?" he dared to ask.

"No, my Prince. I know that you wouldn't bother with me were Hector here for you." His voice dropped to a growl. "I know that the two of you have become very close."

Shame burned in his chest. He was right. Of course, no secret could be hidden for long in his home. Adrian hoped that it was Hector himself who eventually confessed to their tryst, because any alternative would crush him with dread.

"Hector had told me that you wouldn't mind..."

"Of course he would say that!" Isaac yelled all of the sudden, with the full force of his anger; Adrian flinched at the crack in his shout. "As long as he can fuck someone, he'll lie and cheat his way into anyone's bed, the selfish bastard!"

Silence fell upon them. Isaac took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes, craning his neck in a practiced motion to allow his longer bangs to hide him. Adrian had no response to that outburst, and truth to be told he was not sure it was even safe to do so.

Even so, even if Adrian was painfully ignorant in matters of the heart, and his experience with Hector only confirmed so... he could not lie and let Hector shoulder all the blame.

"I will fix the sword in no time, young Master," Isaac muttered, low and deflated, still hiding himself. "If this is all you meant to ask me, I need to get back to work now."

"I apologize."

He had been the one who ultimately led Isaac to tears.

"What for?" the man asked, glossy eyes wide in surprise.

Adrian wrapped himself tighter in his cloak, holding onto the hems. "I asked Hector to help me with that... matter."

He had braced himself for another outburst, but all he got was a slow exhale from the nose.

"It is not about that, Prince. I don't care if you are attracted to him, and I don't care if he wants to put his looks to good use."

That was... not a fair assessment of the events, but Adrian had no time nor desire to correct him, not when Isaac was already volatile like Eastern fireworks.

"Then, what is it about? Please, tell me."

Isaac pursed his lips, instead, as if to prevent any word to be spilled.

In other circumstances, Adrian would have smiled that for once, the two were in the same room and they could keep the quiet. But not like this, not when every muscle in Isaac's body was stiff and his words still echoed in Adrian's mind and he felt as if a warg was gnawing at him. He had believed he had been nervous when Hector slept with him, but the awkwardness between he and Isaac threatened to choke him.

How could he even apologize for breaking his heart? He had trusted Hector, when he told him that Isaac wouldn't care: it fit with the image he had of the redhead, detached and hedonistic and already in bad blood with his friend. They had been terribly wrong, and Adrian had little trouble imagining what sort of thoughts were haunting Isaac.

While not in the matters of romance, he too had experience with feeling betrayed by someone dear to him.

Thus, if words could not suffice, Adrian only knew one other option. Before Isaac could protest, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against his cheek, over the tattoo adoring it: as he imagined, the heat radiating from him nearly singed his mouth.

That was the right thing to do, right?

"What was that?!"

Judging by Isaac's hand snapped in slapping position, apparently not.

"I..."

"Did Hector teach you how to apologize?"

"Yes."

"...why am I not surprised." Isaac barked a sound that could have been a laugh. "I'm not him. I don't need to be coddled. And you are lucky to be my Lord's son, or I would have taught you another invaluable lesson."

"My father would not approve of you talking to me this way," Adrian tugged a smile.

"Oh, so you do care about your authority."

"I do not. I prefer you like this." Adrian bowed his head, not before noticing the confusion on Isaac's face. "Thank you once again for your help. And... once again, I apologize for my lack of consideration."

"Hmph. Good to see Hector did not rub off of you," Isaac snorted, all nose turned up and arms crossed, which Adrian took as his cue to leave.

But, when he threw a glance behind his back, he did not miss Isaac rubbing his tattooed cheek, lost in thought.

Perhaps it was not his role as the Prince that stilled the man's hand.

[wurmwizzard]

turns out: Doing Less Drugs Makes You Less Crazy ! Can you believe it??