Fan of Doctor Who new and old (and a small number of other older British shows). Also One Direction and its members. Occasional casual gamer. Bit of an Anglophile.
Sharing this on my main because it appears from the notes that it's useful for some modern viewers.
You KNOW classic SF used the limited displays of CRT television and the static of transmitted signals the way theaters use stage makeup and lighting to make inexpensive props look great fine— take advantage of the medium! But it's hard to imagine how it looked if you've only seen Blu-ray HD restorations.
I swear to you, despite classic Who using bubble wrap for years as one of its go-to materials that reflected light in interesting ways, we never realized that's what it was.
Although not going by the term "asexual" yet, asexuality was spoken about alongside homosexuality as far back as the 1890s. Asexual history is just as vital to queer history as any other term and I'm so tired of watching us being treated like a new thing
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
We all know and love and are best friends with Steve getting to eat proper meals and his little tummy growing. But consider him figuring he’d know if he gained weight because in the past either his mom or whoever he was dating at the time would make sure he knew. So when he finally realizes he’s gotten squishier he’s like “why didn’t Eddie TELL me?”
Happy Pride all the queers in my phone. But an extra happy pride to all the bisexuals in straight passing relationships. To the trans people still living in the closet for their safety. To the nonbinary people getting misgendered. To the ace and aro people who sometimes feel like Pride isn’t for them. To the BIPOC people who face discrimination in the queer community. To everyone who feels like they aren’t queer enough.
“Why don’t you use ai” idk man beyond the obvious environmental and “this machine causes psychosis and encourages people to kill themselves” thing I think asking the equivalent of a solid D student who is also a pathological liar if they can answer my question/do the work for me seems pretty fucking stupid
Also bc bitch I spent years to have the mind and skill that I do - why the fuck would I fucking waste that on the "NOT EVEN half assed at best" machine?
I have had a lot of evil people say to me that nothing taste as good as skinny feels and every time im like no im pretty sure food tastes really super good actually
When Steve finds himself on the wrong bus, his world immediately falls apart, until a stranger offers him a ride to his destination. The long way around.
OR
The act of falling in love through the eyes of two idiots and a long-suffering band.
Steddie Big Bang 2026 - Project 023 - Love Knottes and Lilyes
Oh, look! More medieval omegaverse from ao3 author StarsHideYourFires. But this time the universe has finally seen fit to pair me with the lovely @lulalulens as my artist and we are going to have so much fun sharing this with you all!
check below the cut for an excerpt
Once she leaves him, Steve checks to make sure Dustin is still distracted by his friends, and he stands. Hugging the wall is easy as he makes his way around the great hall, stopping to chat with one acquaintance or another. He hears of Lady Cunningham's betrothal and Lord Kline's newest bastard, of the falling out of the king with his minister to France and of the hunt planned for after the tourney.
Steve doesn't care a whit for any of it. He has been good, and he has waited. Made his proper appearances, spoken with old friends and allies, been all that beloved Sir Stephen is expected to be. Now, he wants only to see Eddie, to give him his message and hopefully put a smile on his oldest friend's lips. To hear Eddie's rich, warm voice speak his name.
But Eddie has left the great hall. He could be anywhere in the palace or on the grounds. Absolutely anywhere.
Rather than worry, Steve follows his feet through narrow passages and out to the training yards, then further on to the stables. It is dark inside, and quiet, even with all the stalls full. The stable boys must be asleep in the low hayloft, or perhaps they've been given the night to join the revels. Either way, there is only one human figure in the stable, one far too tall to be yet a boy.
A figure masked by shadow, petting Steve's horse. Beatrix leans into the touch, huffing a soft snort of pleasure at the attention. "She always liked you best," Steve says as he approaches, not wanting to startle Eddie or the horse.
"She's a good judge of character," Eddie says without turning to look at him.
"So I should trust you alone with my horse the night before I need her at her best?"
Eddie still does not turn, but hurt colors his voice and his scent. "I mean no mischief with her."
Steve finally crosses into his space, turning Eddie towards him with the gentlest nudge. "And me? Do you mean any mischief with me?" he asks in a whisper.
"My uncle would not like my getting in trouble for bothering a knight; he'd like it less to know the knight was you."
"He sends wishes for your health and asks that you visit when you are next given leave." There, now the message is delivered and Steve may turn his attention fully to Eddie. His curls fall to just past his chin—too long for an alpha of good breeding, but it suits him—and his dark eyes look black in the moonlight. "He misses you. Dearly."
"I miss him always. I miss home." And then Eddie does what he always does when they meet like this, lifting a hand and catching it in Steve's hair. Tugs him that fraction closer and tilts his head to the side; it must be easier now Steve has let his hair grow so long—not appropriate for an alpha of good breeding. Then he ever so delicately dips down to scent at Steve's neck, breathing deeply, drinking in the sweetness Steve works hard to control and cover. "I've missed you," he husks as he raises his head just enough to press his mouth to Steve's ear. Nipping at the lobe he repeats himself, "I've missed you."
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
hello fellow artists. google has fallen. pinterest/duckduckgo AI filters don't work. do not despair; here is a list i made of places to find reference images without having to sift through piles of worthless garbage. (for future editing convenience i am just linking my blog post on dreamwidth.)
✨ good places to find art reference that are not full of AI trash 🌈
more people could identify as asexual/aromantic if they not only knew what that label is but also knew about how wide the spectrum could be. because not every ace/aro person feels the same way and even people who DO have a general idea on what it means, could still be like "yeah no i cant be possibly ace/aro because i feel/do this and that"
