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—James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket
I really do love when I get called a fujoshi because, like. Look, it's not a cool thing to call any gay trans guy, but with me in particular, it is REALLY apparent that that's just your catch-all insult for gay trans guys. Really obvious that you were just throwing some spaghetti at the wall and hoping it stuck. You didn't even look at my blog. There's not even real life guys kissing on here. Or anime guys not kissing. I was just talking to my spouse about anime boys I am capable of naming, and here is the full list: Goku, Sasuke, Naruto, etc. That's all of them. Ain't a holier-than-thou thing, either. Just not my scene. And it's also a thing where, like. Let's strip away the porn and romance parts of it. I didn't transition to be a twink. If you did, I am hootin' and hollerin' and crushing beer cans against my forehead, but I'm fat and hairy and covered in tattoos and I often find myself in a hunting supply store staring at the novelty T-shirts and thinking, "That's a solid pun and a beautiful wildlife painting. I can't pass up the opportunity to wear this to a chili cook-off or perhaps to a different hunting supply store." Just the way it worked out for me, you know? I think maybe if you asked the people who know me to rank things they'd be likely to find me doing, they would all put "gnawing on a human corpse buck naked on the side of the road" slightly above "rubbing one out to anime boys kissing". But yeah. I definitely transitioned because I want to pretend that I am Sasuke kissing Goku. That's what I'm up to for sure, you ribbonless county fair hog.
Thinking maybe this post came off a little harsh, so I do want to clarify that if you're reading this and you want to kiss Goku so bad that you're thinking about going down to your local Planned Parenthood and doing some steroids about it because you feel like that's really gonna help you get into the zone Goku-wise, you might actually be the coolest dude on the face of the earth. I think you really know what you're about, and I'm into it big-time.
Bits from the Vorkosigan Saga I think about frequently:
- green silk rooms
- cordelia's comment to mark about her interest in the artistic combination of hers and aral's genes
- "in the physics of the heart, distance is relative; it's time that's absolute" I love this bit so much I put it on a plate in my ceramics class in college
- nobody voted for steady freddie (someone said this is a reagan reference?)
- creme de meth
- ivan giving head for barrayar
- the kitten tree :((((((((
- mark eavesdropping on cordelia and aral and thinking oh, these are what honorable people are like
- the star crèche
- that one meme that's like oh good gregor is here, oh no gregor is here 😱 panik
- nikki calling the emperor
- taura and alys in winterfair gifts
- shopping
- mark's name
- the one in ten thousand ships that jump and never reappear
“All true wealth is biological.”
“Welcome to Barrayar, son. Here you go: have a world of wealth and poverty, wrenching change and rooted history. Have a birth; have two. Have a name. Miles means "soldier," but don't let the power of suggestion overwhelm you. Have a twisted form in a society that loathes and fears the mutations that have been its deepest agony. Have a title, wealth, power, and all the hatred and envy they will draw. Have your body ripped apart and re-arranged. Inherit an array of friends and enemies you never made. Have a grandfather from hell. Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it. Always be a moving target. Live. Live. Live.”
""You can't make them—whoever your particular them is—do anything, really," said Ekaterin slowly. "Adulthood isn't an award they'll give you for being a good child. You can waste . . . years, trying to get someone to give that respect to you, as though it were a sort of promotion or raise in pay. If only you do enough, if only you are good enough. No. You have to just . . . take it. Give it to yourself, I suppose. Say, I'm sorry you feel like that, and walk away. But that's hard.”
How do fanfic writers feel knowing that people might have been masturbating to their work?
putting my hand up during sex to ask a clarifying question about the order you just gave me
Title: Closer to Fine Artist: Indigo Girls Album: Indigo Girls (1989) Lyrics
rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy
Alright, discretion is the better part of valor here. Plus Wade never locks the bathroom door. Logan sticks his head into the cloud of soapy steam to call, "Hey, Wade, some punk kid turned up here." "Some kid -- wait, fuck, Russell?" Wade's voice shoots up a delighted octave. "That's what he said." "Fuck yes! Tell him I'll be out in a second. Unless he feels like getting traumatized by all my sudsy naked glory." Logan tries not to chuckle. "I'll tell him." When he pulls his head out of the bathroom, Russell is giving him the kind of look that usually means someone thinks Logan's about to rob the bar.
Logan/Wade Wilson, Russell, Laura, and Blind Al (and Mary Puppins), 7000 words, T, no archive warnings apply. Twenty-two-year-old Russell pops up at Wade's place with a key, a sack of weed, and a guitar. No one but Logan is at all surprised by this.
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ace attorney is a perfect franchise for anyone who likes men who are cringefail. every man in ace attorney is at least a little cringefail. try and name one who isn't. you can't
Everyone in the notes trying to claim that so-and-so man isn't cringefail is a coward. Yes klavier gavin is cringefail. Yes shi long lang is cringefail. Yes gumshoe is cringefail (and I am quite frankly horrified that you would try to imply that he isn't). Literally everyone in this franchise is cringefail to some extent except for... Her
I know I’m not the first person to say this but fandom’s seeming need to shove any character dynamic into some kind of familial role (siblings, father-son, mother-daughter etc) increasingly feels just as stifling and dismissive of platonic love as making every relationship romantic does.
I dunno man do you view all of your close friends as siblings cause I sure don’t. and I definitely don’t think of them as parents
like "found family" is called that because it is a group of people that you love as fiercely and unconditionally as society dictates you should love your family. not because everyone can literally fit neatly into the role of mother-father-children.
if I were to be really cynical l'd say an underlying reason behind this is just to make sure no one ships a ship that you dislike. if you can loud enough about them being "siblings" for it to become fanon, then shipping them romantically becomes icky and weird and "basically pseudo incest" even if there's nothing in the source material to back those feelings up
ace attorney pfp checks out
same guy
This is how I imagine @copperbadge dresses when going out
Hell, I wish I had that level of drip. Unfortunately the vast majority of my looks are "I am capable of dropping $200 at Old Navy, but only just." Don't tell the readers.
(I realize his looks are possibly thrifted, but thrifting comes with its own challenges; I'm not saying I'm too broke to look like that, just not fashionable enough.)
[ID: Photographs and screengrabs of posts by Remexa on Reddit, a stylishly-dressed man wearing (first) a suit jacket with argyle sweater and (second) a bowler hat, red-striped dress shirt, and brown overcoat. The screengrabs contain evidence of his witty responses to users attempting to affectionately roast him.]
My mom accidentally joined a grieving support group (long story, she's not grieving tho) and she's missing it this week while visiting me and she's VERY concerned that Lorraine, who very kindly offered to bring a baked good like mom usually would, will NOT bring the correct kind of dessert, she says citrus tarts aren't "griefy" enough
ok so the way my mom accidentally joined a grieving support group when she's not grieving is this:
She's Catholic and has two churches. One is her Real Church but it's far from her house and tbh all the nice priests have died and the new priests are either lackluster or extremely conservative so sometimes she goes to the Other Church which is closer and more liberal but which she won't join permanently because she doesn't want to "cede the territory" of her Real Church to the conservatives (this is all backstory for flavor don't worry about it). Other Church once announced they were looking for volunteers for, like, a grief squad? Basically if someone was having a funeral but no one showed up to attend, the church would call in the squad and they'd mourn for the dead person and pray (which is important for Catholics because we believe you need that oomph to actually get to Heaven, don't worry about it). Anyway mom thought that was a nice concept so the next time she went back to Real Church she asked the head usher if they wanted to put together a similar squad there. The usher was like, oh we have one of those! It's every Wednesday night, you should join.
The miscommunication: the usher didn't understand the purpose of the squad mom was describing, just heard "grieving and mourning" and went to the next closest thing. Because my mom showed up to the Wednesday meeting and discovered a group of widows and widowers who are there to, like, discuss their own losses?
Why didn't my mom just leave when she realized the mistake? Great question. She had baked a cake (chocolate) thinking that would be appreciated (apparently funerals without real mourners are very short and boring) and she didn't want it to go to waste.
She stayed in the support group!! And has been attending! For a full YEAR.
She explained to the group leader that she isn't a widow and doesn't have anyone to grieve but all they said was "well everyone's lost somebody. Or will." So now my mom goes to the weekly meeting with her baked goods because she 1) doesn't want to be rude and leave the group and 2) apparently grieving people are the Most happy to get cookies so she gets to practice all these bonkers recipes shes wanted to try.
In mom's opinion the best kinds of dessert for grief is chocolate and caramel, or any kind of crunchy candy confection. Lemon and cream is "not mournful enough." She's absolutely wild I love her
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