F/35/USA I mostly post fandom stuff. I like to post my fanart and fanfictions and reblog whatever makes me happy. This blog and blogger are both very queer. Warning: Meme Trash Ahead
I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter was one of the best works of sci-fi of our generation and one of the best works of transgender fiction ever written, and there are world renowned authors who still have successful careers after they publicly assassinated the nascent woman who wrote it. I don't think they should ever know peace.
I think this constantly and then I get angry for thinking it, because trans women should not have to be martyrs or saints to animate our politics and our art. that work should have been her debut, not her epitaph. I should be moved by her career, not her absence. I could spit.
Excuse me, your honor, I am innocent. I was just minding my own business, looking for TsukaSen content, when all of these cruel Tumblr users tricked me into wanting to ship SenGen. Itās their fault, not mine!
Remember when Queen Bee got akimatized and revealed all the Miraculous holders? And they were all Chloe Bourgeoisā classmates? From that class that gets akumatized all the time?
Except for Viperion, which messes up the whole theory. Who the heck even is that guy? Well, I finally tracked him down. And his is Luka Couffaine. As in brother to Juleka Couffaine. Who is ALSO in that same class in FranƧioise Dupont.
Notice anything about her? Thin girlā¦ about the right ageā¦ Long black hairā¦
Hawkmoth is a freaking idiot. The answer is staring him right in the face.
Also, Juleka āLadybugā Couffaineās best friend?
Do we KNOW Chat Noir is a guy? Could āheā actually be FranƧioise Dupont student Rose Lavillant?
Why is nobody talking about this???
Unrelated note, but I still canāt get over the fact that the Ladyblogger is a Miraculous holder!
One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.
"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."
And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.
"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."
And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.
"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."
And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.
"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.
"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."
"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."
"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."
And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.
fuckit I don't have an actual plot but I can't let this go until I write SOMETHING for @cerealism 's amazing art.
Mob AU because fuuuuuuck me that's too pretty.
The door burst open.
"What the fuck is this bullshit about an extra point off my take?!"
It was Lia, because of course it was. She'd been winding up for an explosion for at least a month, and they'd talked about encouraging her to move on to some other territory but Jayce had begged Viktor to give her one last chance, because he was a total pushover and he knew it.
Sky scurried in behind Lia, still protesting. "...can't just barge in without--" She gave them a chagrined look. "I'm so sorry, I told her you didn't want to be disturbed!" She shot Lia a venomous look, and Jayce knew that if he hadn't specifically told her that there was to be no blood in the outer office, Lia wouldn't have made it this far.
Viktor knew it, too. He graced Sky with a smile. "It's all right, Ms. Young," he said pleasantly. "We encourage input from within our network."
Jayce had been sitting on the corner of the desk, but as Sky backed out, closing the door behind her, he paced over to lean on the back of Viktor's chair by the window. He kept his eyes on Lia, but reached down, dangling his hand where Viktor could see it.
Viktor took Jayce's hand, moving it to press it against his chest. Jayce could feel Viktor's heart beating through the shirt, steady and slow. It was soothing.
"Now, Lia," Viktor said, almost gently, if you didn't know him very well. "Please share your concerns with us."
Lia's lip curled in a snarl. "You can't just decide out of nowhere to take an extra point out of my take!"
"But we did not just decide out of nowhere," Viktor said, reasonably. "Two of your crew were injured on your last job, one of them severely. This is not the first time that poor planning has resulted in injury. We discussed it for some time before deciding to extract the cost of their care from your share. It seemed fair."
"But," Jayce said, "if you would prefer to pay the entire amount in a lump sum, we would certainly be amenable. That would save you the interest," he added helpfully.
"You son of a bitch," Lia growled, "Myk's broken leg was his own damn fault, you can't stick me with that!"
"Jayce," Viktor said, so smoothly that even Jayce might have been fooled if he couldn't feel Viktor trembling in rage under his hand. "Please escort Lia out of the building."
Jayce gave Viktor a bracing squeeze and then straightened. A few steps brought him close enough to wrap his hand around her arm. He was careful, not wanting to hurt her. "Let's go."
Lia made a frustrated, furious sound, and leaned toward Viktor, her eyes narrow. "One of these days, your lapdog won't be here to protect you," she said, low and threatening.
Jayce wasn't touching Viktor anymore, but he didn't have to be to know that the insult to Jayce would have spiked his partner's anger and heart rate. So much for that last chance. "Oh Lia," he said, disappointed that she understood so little. "I'm not here to protect him. Come with me now, or I won't be able to protect you."
She scoffed, shaking off Jayce's hand and still glaring at Viktor. "That's bullshit. I'd wipe the floor with you, Viktor, and you know it."
"I would prefer," Viktor said in icy tones that Jayce probably should not find such a turn-on, "if you did not keep ignoring my partner's excellent advice. But if you would like to challenge me directly, that can be arranged. Jayce?"
Jayce let out a slow sigh. "Yeah," he agreed. Lia was a liability, now. It was out of his hands. "I'll be outside." He left the room, making his way over to Sky's desk and sitting on the edge of it.
Sky glanced up at him. "She challenged him, didn't she?"
"I think he was hoping for it," Jayce admitted. "He's been in a mood all week. He might have provoked her a little bit." He shook his head. "Wish it hadn't come to that, though."
Sky smiled and patted Jayce's hand. "You're such a softie," she teased.
Jayce ducked his head bashfully. "I guess so. I'm just old fashioned, really. I'd rather take a hammer to their kneecaps, or at least take them down fast. Viktor..." He glanced back toward the door to the office, wincing slightly at the sounds that managed to make it through the heavy wood. "Viktor likes to play with his food."
Sky nodded. She'd been with them long enough. She knew.
The sounds were growing softer. "I guess we'll be going home soon," Jayce said. "You can head out now, if you want."
Sky nodded and gathered her things, pulling on her coat and checking the placement of her knives. "Maybe his mood will improve now?" she offered.
"Hopefully." Jayce walked Sky to the outer door and watched until she'd turned the corner out of sight before going back to sit on her desk and wait.
Not too much later, the office door opened and Viktor came out. He glanced at Sky's empty chair curiously.
"Sent her home," Jayce said.
Viktor nodded. "Caitlyn?"
"If you'll pick up dinner, I'll swing by and have her send over a cleaning crew," Jayce offered. "Oh, wait." He fished a handkerchief out of his pocket. "You've got a little..." He dabbed gently at Viktor's cheek until the blood was gone. "There." He left the cloth on the edge of Sky's desk. Caitlyn's crew would handle it. "I'll see you at home?"
"Don't take too long," Viktor said, his eyes glinting in a way that made Jayce's libido sit up and pay attention. Guess that really had helped Viktor's mood.
I'm getting a tad emotional right now, none of my work ever had a fic dedicated to it, my heart is full and I'm in love with it, my friend. Thank you, a thousand times and more, for this wonderful surprise in the form of your excellent writing! ā¤ļø
I am abt to lose my fuckin mind because I happened upon this gender reveal party. and like itās soo over the top expensive
And like Iām like. Oh great, a horse themed gender reveal party.
complete with like ā¦ just truly excessive foods and of course, themed cocktails
and this sign which likeā¦ the fragility of like *not* italicizing the word ācoltā. Like imagine being this weird abt gender
with like, a bucket that eventually ārevealedā the gender
But likeā¦ the picture that really just completely undid me, for this party which surely was more money than many weddings -
itās not a horse themed gender reveal party. Itās a gender reveal party FOR A HORSE. I canāt even like imagine the life that would lead to hosting a gender reveal party for a not-yet-born horse. Think abt getting an invitation to this. the cis are at it again.
I knew before I googled that this was gonna be California and I was Not disappointed. The horse is TA Jullyens Lillyanna, she is an exceptionally fancy purebred Arabian.
dreamt there was a disco elysium style game where you play as vegeta on namek. there was a multiple minute skill argument about trying not to piss yourself when frieza goes into his final form, and the line "no warrior would piss himself in fear. a warrior pisses himself as a threat" haunts me
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