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Learning about the history of the queer community does more than make you a better community member. It also just makes life seem less overwhelming. In a world where your feelings of powerlessness benefit the powerful, seeking historical precedent for being the underdog has worth.
Learning the stories of queer anti-fascists making zines to scare off Nazis is fun (Claude Cahun). Exploring the history of a radical newspaper that somehow turned into a cultural touchstone is a drama-filled journey and often so funny (The Village Voice). Reading queer peoples' diaries is generally a wild ride (Vaslav Nijinsky).
The reason so many people are drawn to these stories is not just because they are morally important, it's because they capture attention. They are interesting, and weird, and sometimes hilarious.
Queer history is important, of course. But it's also pleasurable, and understanding that is often the best motivation to start learning. As someone who is constantly researching this subject, the self-pitying cries of "but no one taught us this!" is getting a bit old.
No one taught you this because they wanted to keep you disempowered, and by giving into that, you let them win. Do something. Learn.
First ever Valko fic!
Fluff, Sweet, Over Caffeinated Valko, wrestling, cute, REALLY short like 550 words short. anyway ENJOY!
You glance up from the book resting against your knees, the soft afternoon light spilling across the living room from the huge bay windows. Valko is sprawled on the opposite end of the couch, long legs stretched out in a lazy way only he can manage, wolf ears twitching once in a while, his red hair was a mess, like he had run his fingers through it a lot.
One of his hands holds a bag of chocolate; it has a cute little owl printed on it and says "Caramel, you’ve never seen before," but he assumes he found a brand and decides to try it.
He pops another square into his mouth, chewing with yet another cute little ear twitch.
His golden eyes were half-lidded as he ate. A soft, rumbling hum vibrates in his chest that makes you smile; that man liked chocolate a little too much.
You smile and go back to your page.
A few minutes later, the lazy sprawl turns into restless shifting. Then he sits up. Then he’s bouncing one knee so hard the whole couch starts to shake, making it impossible to see the words on the page you were reading. His tail thumps against the cushions in a fast rhythm.
You lower the book beside you and look up at him with a little frown. “…Valko?”
He turns toward you fast, his ears flick straight up. There’s a bright, almost manic spark in those gold eyes. “Hmm?” he tilts his head and looks at you, blinking a few times.
“What’s wrong with you?” you ask, half-laughing, reaching out to pet his fluffy ear. “You’re vibrating.”
His gaze drops to the open bag still clutched in his hand. You follow it — and your mouth gaps open when you finally read the tiny print on it.
Espresso wide Awake . Each piece = 1 shot of caffeine.
You snatch the bag away before he can reach for another. “How many did you eat?” you squeak at him.
He blinks, counting on his fingers with absolutely zero shame. “Seven? Maybe eight? They were good!”
“Valko—!” You swat at his shoulder.
That’s all you get out before a delighted, caffeine-fueled growl leaves his throat and he tackles you straight into the cushions.
The book goes flying. You yelp, laughing as his weight pins you gently to the couch. You squirm, trying to push him off; he just catches your wrists and rolls you both across the couch and off it into a heap of limbs and breathless giggles onto the floor. His tail thumps the whole time wildly, his ears twitch, and there is a goofy grin on his face.
Eventually, he lets you “win,” then scoops you up in one smooth motion as if you weigh nothing. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist as he carries you down the hall, golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
He noses the shell of your ear and lets his teeth graze it, voice low and rough with adrenaline and something hotter, something that makes you shiver and clutch his shirt.
“I’ve got an idea,” he murmurs, kicking the bedroom door open with his foot, “on how to burn all this extra energy off…”
There's no more Witch Hat Monday but we can still celebrate Pride Month with Pride Buddies! Their looooong bodies make the perfect canvas for rainbows 🌈
Alpha!soap and alpha!kyle who like to playfight in between missions as a way to let steam off. Of course, if one of them ends up on top of the other, they won't pass up an opportunity.
Kyle humping soaps ass with his fangs against the other alphas scruff, play growling while soap arches his back like a good omega would. The second kyle comes, they're right back to the play fight. Occasionally grinding against the other and faux-biting. Smiles wide and reeking of eachother by the end of it.
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