the fact that a lot of people, even in the lgbt community, don’t take bi/pan/asexuality seriously as orientations really disturbs me and makes me super uncomfortable
Steven, age sixteen, during his 'rebellious phase':
"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO OR WHEN TO GO TO BED! I'M LITERALLY MY OWN MOM!"
Also Steven, dragging a blanket up the stairs to his bed:
"And what kind of mom would I be if I didn't enforce my bedtime? Goodnight everybody I love you."
"When first season came out, a lot of what we heard online was, ‘Hey, we’d like to see more Keith’ and we’re like ‘It’s coming, it’s coming’ and it came. Second season came out, and they’re like, ‘Hunk and Lance, what’s going on?’ And we’re like, ‘Just wait, guys.’ I promise you, we love each character equally. We’re not trying to write anybody out of the show, but it’s the risk of doing an ensemble cast."
the worst memories of being bullied is when ppl would pretend not to be bullying you and ask you questions and u thought they were just asking u stuff but they were actually laughing at you the entire time and u had no idea bcos you were young and you didnt understand why people would be mean to you when you didnt do anything wrong.
I spent a lot of my childhood in a constant state of “this is a trap but I don’t know how”
I don’t know how many of you have ever read Ender’s Game (the author is a piece of shit) but there’s a moment fairly early on where Graff tells all the new recruits arriving at the Battle School that they’re all nothing compared to Ender, that he’s the greatest there’s ever been and none of them will ever amount to half of what he is, so they had better bow and scrape and try to be good enough to lick Ender’s boots.
Ender immediately recognizes this as a moment of betrayal, because now all the other boys hate him, which is exactly what Graff intended. Graff built Ender up and insulted everyone else to make it seem as though he was on Ender’s side, with the intention of turning them all against Ender.
There’s a post going around right now of an alignment chart that places gay people and trans women in the ‘evil’ categories while aces, aros, and nonbinary people are in the ‘good’ category. The blog is obviously a troll sockpuppet account. When people point that out, there’s been a ton of backlash saying that it doesn’t matter because the post is still awful.
It DOES matter.
Because the person who posted this is Graff. They’re intentionally shouting from the rooftops that aces, aros, and nb people are great and gay men, lesbians, and trans women are evil not because they believe it, but because their intention is to focus the anger of the latter group directly onto the former group.
It was absolutely homophobic and transmisogynistic to post that shit. But the goal was so CLEARLY to do something openly bigoted and disgusting and then give those who were angry (as they should have been) the perfect target for their fury.
In a month or so, this alignment chart is probably going to be on some masterpost of why aspec people are bigots and shouldn’t be allowed in the lgbt community. It’ll be right there next to other troll posts like the ‘let’s make our own slur’ post and so many others.
Ok, y’all, I’m sorry for starting with a hug microfic that wasn’t prompted when I have so many great fluffy hug prompts but… here’s an angsty Keith-and-Hunk hug set some handwavy time around “Blade of Mormora.”
Keith stood at the bathroom mirror, poking at the bruises that covered his torso instead of smoothing the healing salve on them like he was supposed to be doing. He’d bandaged up the cut on his shoulder, because that actually did hurt, though not as much as he thought it would have if it weren’t for the suit the Blades had provided. Had it been able to close the wound because he was Galra? He knew the deep purples scattered across his skin weren’t Galra, but every time he touched one and felt another spike of pain it was more reassurance that they were bruises, and he was human, and maybe, maybe, maybe the Blades were wrong.
He was too lost in thought to notice Hunk’s footsteps in the hallway until the door swung open beside him, and then halfway closed again. "Whoops!“
Keith wasn’t sure whether to say “I’m in here” or “Don’t come in,” but before he could decide, Hunk figured out what he’d seen.
“Wait -” the door swung open again and Hunk was looking worriedly at him, “That’s a lot of bruises. What did they do to you over there?”
Keith’s heart jumped a beat. He didn’t know. Shiro hadn’t gotten there yet, or Hunk hadn’t been listening, or he hadn’t - he didn’t know.
“I -” he stuttered, “It was a test, I-”
Hunk’s face darkened. "It was a test? What the heck? Who does that? Those Galra-“
Keith tried not to flinch. "It’s not their fault,” he interrupted, “I volunteered. I wanted-”
He’d wanted to know about his heritage. What a surreal thing to remember. Now he’d give anything not to know about it.
Hunk’s face softened again, as Keith gestured wordlessly, unable to explain himself.
“Well, it still looks like it hurts. I’m glad you’re ok.”
Hunk stepped into the bathroom and wrapped his arms carefully around Keith, avoiding the cut on his shoulder and most of the bigger bruises.
Keith froze for a moment, but when he felt Hunk pulling away, it suddenly occurred to him that this might be the last hug he ever got. Shiro was going to make it through the rest of the story, or the Blades were going to mention his heritage, and then everyone would know and this might be his last hug. He wrapped his arms around Hunk, stopping him from letting go, and squeezed tight.
Hunk seemed surprised, but didn’t let go, letting Keith half melt into him like he didn’t usually let himself do. Hunk’s arms were strong and firm and solid, and Keith just wanted to breathe in the leftover cooking smells hovering around Hunk’s clothes and never let go.
“Oh man,” Hunk said, tightening the hug just a little bit once he decided he could do it without hurting Keith. "It must have been really rough.“
Hunk had no idea. When they finally broke apart, Keith had to fight back tears, and only managed not to sprint away by clenching his stomach to make him feel stronger at his core. It only mostly worked.
this has been said before but it shoud be said again-y’all sit there thinking rhodey is just putting up with tony when in actuality rhodey is the founding member and president of the tony stark defense squad and if you think their relationship isn’t as strong and profound as steve and bucky you lot need help
