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best of legends of tomorrow season 7: lgbtq representation

“Listen, I’m so, so sorry that you have had to live your life hiding who you really are. But I… I promise you that there are places where you can feel safe to be yourself, where people will accept you”

waterchestnut123

THE POLAR TANG | Part 1/2

I mentioned in the author’s note of The Peculiar Perils of Straw Hat Parties that I was working on a design for the Polar Tang for that fic (and any subsequent fics involving Law’s submarine), and as I get ready to publish chapter 3 here it is, as promised! Click to enlarge/view higher res versions.

(well, at least here are the decks relevant to chapter 3: decks 0, 1, and 2. Decks 3 and 4 will come with later chapters, once I’ve had a chance to complete them)

Please let me know if there are any problems. Thoughts/comments appreciated!

grimtact-a-blog

“Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?” [I LITERALLY surfed my dash for this because reasons and saw this gem like pft]

yo that’s deep bro / accepting

it isn’t common for robin to drift onto heavy topics with those he hardly knows, but he doesn’t necessarily turn down the opportunity when it arises. he believes it to be a good chance to learn from another, and to forge deeper connections ─ yet it’s the man’s question which makes him reconsider this logic of his. his eyes wander; drift, from the man beside him to the sky that hangs o’erhead, and he mulls over it. if robin had not met chrom, and he wander this world without the guidance and friendships he’s created since becoming a shepherd, how would he answer? perhaps differently. without chrom ─ without ylisse, or the shepherds ─ would his views be different, or the same? on one hand, robin would prefer to believe he would react as he does now; that he would put such care into his plans & still attempt to bond with others. all the while, he feels he may of turned out to be someone else entirely if he hadn’t become the tactician he is now.

for those times where he presents his next strategy, if he were to be stopped & spoken to about his schemes, would he take their words to heart like he did now? something tells him no. he might not have made changes to his plans for their sake. he might not have explained his reasoning, or ask them how he might find a change suitable for them. without recollection of who he once was, it is entirely likely that robin would not have cared what someone thought.

“ i think it goes either way. “

robin finally speaks after a period of silence. his gaze turns from the passing clouds above to the odd fellow, and he smiles.

“ some act based on how others will react, perhaps hoping for praise or simply wish to avoid ridicule. others simply do not care, and forge on ahead. i don’t believe it to be a question of whether or not it does, but rather who and why.

we’re the ones who allow the thoughts and feelings of others have the power they do. “

lonewolfalchemist-blog1

His musings were supposed to be for his ears only as he aimlessly wandered the lush plains, or if he chose to respond, his fickle mana who was of little help in situations such as these, so perhaps it best the beast left him to his own thoughts rather than find new ways to make him miserable. His mind was doing a good enough job of its own with that, spirits having long since been broken by the weight of a thousand shattered dreams that were unceremoniously dumped onto his back as if the burden of not being good enough was his alone to bare. Like they were to each heir of the Rozenkrantz name for the past century, his father before him became an alcoholic to cope with the crippling load, his brother [Roxis’ uncle] committed suicide after not gaining entry into the prestigious Al-Revis Academy having failed three times prior to his last attempt before he decided death was a better fate than to live with debilitating shame. Now it was his turn to play Russian Roulette with fate,pulling the trigger by each day he still breathed air on this planet, waiting for when the bullet would finally be put through his head and lay him in a state in which he no longer had to hear about the disappointment he was.

He’d only gained entry into the academy because of all the hard work he was forced to do, all the effort he was forced to put into his studies to be the perfect alchemist and restore honor to his family. The only reason he wasn’t dead by his own hand yet was simply because of his determination to succeed and prove himself in hopes it would satiate the gaping hole that nothing else could fill, however now the void was numb to the hunger, the bragging he’d done in letters home only resulted in questions of why he didn’t do better than that. It snuffed out any hopes he had of impressing his family, for if they always expected better than his best what was even the point of trying? His mother was a cold woman when she returned his letters, having only married in for the status and wealth, she cared very little about her offspring and chose instead to waste the money she had access to. Perhaps another reason his father was a drunk. She’d always tell him of what they expected rather than praise him for what he did right or how well he’d done on a test, it was a miracle she replied to him at all but he figured she just got her jollies from passing along such harsh criticisms.

Needless to say he loathes his entire family.

The only solace he got was being pressured into Flay’s workshop, and all though he started out unhappy there [only there because he was a man of his word if nothing else] the group he was surrounded by began to grow on him, even Vayne whom he was only nice to to keep his pact with the Mana of Light had become someone who he’d grow more fond of. If not for their accepting arms, perhaps he would never have lasted behind the closed doors of Al-Revis…Sure they got off on a bad foot, but after all they went through together to say that they were not more of a family to him than his blood would be a lie he’d dare not speak, for within that ragtag group Roxis was the closest he’d gotten to being cared about than he ever had been in his life. They did not judge him for his faults, nor hold him high on a pedestal then laugh when he’d fall off and not meet their expectations, for all they wanted of him was friendship ,and begrudgingly despite his own worries of being shoved away he gave in.

The stranger beside him had no idea the crosses Roxis bore on his back, nor did he have any idea of theirs, yet the words uttered so freely made him realize what he had and how little he spent cherishing it, at the same time they breathed of a truth he’d never put time into realizing, that only he alone could continue to let the people who kicked him down have such power over him, once Roxis could let go of their sharply worded criticisms he could finally be free. However despite this revelation he knows it will take time, perhaps the first step being he should speak his mind to them should he decide to visit them at some distant point in time.

With the index finger of his left hand he pushes his glasses back atop the bridge of his nose from where they had slid, and with the faintest smile tugging at his lips he turns to the man before him.

“I was going to tell you to kindly mind your own business, but instead I believe I owe you gratitude, for you have unintentionally spoken words I’ve long needed to hear.”

astrozure

X Drake commission i just finished! hes so handsome....

teleportingbunny

“Who are we forgiving today, Kokoro?”

Joining @opreversebang with amazing writer that is my beloved friend @chromatic-lamina. Having a chance to work with her is such wish become reality :’)

Go read her story on this AU, ‘Death Doula.’ ❤️

genderkoolaid

transmasc opinions on jkr are extremely valuable actually, specifically transmascs from the UK. her "save the poor lost autistic girls!!!" bullshit is targeting transmascs specifically. transmascs are literally the intended targets of the laws she is working to get put in place, laws that will and already have killed transmascs. boost UK transmascs voices and stop telling them they aren't the ones being impacted by this shit.

transgentleman-luke-deactivated

UK transmasc here!

She's literally caused such bulllshit for transmascs here in terms of transition. First, her money donations and fearmongering led to puberty blockers being stopped for 2 years for trans kids (after a court case involving a transmasc minor, who argued they had Gillick competence. JK and others campaigned against this case, which if it went in favour of transphobes- would have removed Gillick competence for *everyone*. Gillick competence is the reasoning vital to young teens who are pregnant and may seek an abortion etc.).

It was because of the pandemic mainly, but in 2020 we lost all of the transmasc bottom surgeons in the UK. They were drafted to help covid. When it came time to finding replacements, JK and terf groups kicked up such a fuss and culture war about "young (afab) teens 'mutilating' themselves" that the process was unnecessarily lengthened and so many trans men were left in limbo with half finished neophalluses in multi-stage phalloplasty.

JK Rowling uses her voice to attack us ans further a culture war that seeks to prevent transmascs from transitioning at all. Its scary times and I wish more people took transmascs in general seriously. And UK trans people seriously.

thegaymertrainer

This website has ruined me because I was not expecting a child to speak when he called himself daddy…

elodieunderglass

I can’t say I felt the same, but I have tremendous admiration for his composure

socksolotl

[Transcript:]

Person filming: Can you again ask me what you just asked me? What was that question? I don't think... Daddy didn't hear you.

Child offscreen: When can we have lesbian?

Dad: Mhmm. Okay. Maybe I did hear you right. Um, I don't know what that is, Sweetie, I don't know what you mean. Child, emphatically: Lesbian!

Dad: No, I know-- I know what you said, but I don't think that word means what you think it means, okay?

Child: It's like... spaghetti.

Dad: [Clears throat] Oh, excuse me. [Audibly restraining laughter] Do you mean lasagna?

Child: Yep!

Dad: Okay. Um, yeah, [high pitched with amusement] I'm sure we can have-- [serious] I'm sure we can have lasagna really soon, okay? We'll-- We'll try to... Yeah, we'll make sure that we can-- we can eat that soon, okay? Does that sound-- does that sound good?

Child: Yeah!

Dad: Okay, alright. Thank y--

[end transcript]