YKINMK: let’s all just chill for a sec
reblogged from theragnarokd
It’s really okay to not be into a kink, even if it is the most prevalent kink in your fandom and has seemingly hundreds of proponents. It can suck to feel like the minority against such strong voices, but I promise that if you just say “I’m not really into that kink,” things will be okay. You might even find people who agree with you, and you won’t hurt any feelings in the process. Everyone wins!
It’s really not okay, at all, to not be into a kink and voice that preference by saying “This kink is just not hot.” Even if it is the most prevalent kink in your fandom and has seemingly hundreds of proponents. Partly because there are lots of people in your fandom who like that kink but don’t have a support system in place to deal with dissent, and partly because hey, we just shouldn’t act like assholes for no good reason. (Not liking a certain kink is definitely not a good reason.)
Conversations on tumblr have a tendency to be incredibly rude and confrontational, as if the participants are somehow unaware of how easy it is for their words to be seen by perfect strangers. Or maybe they’re not, maybe their goal is to have those words seen in a wide space while operating under the safe assumption that as long as they insulate themselves against direct confrontation, tumblr’s clunky reblog system will protect them from repercussions, because they’ll never really have to see any responses if they don’t wish to.
And hey, I’m a bit of an old codger, I spent a decade in LJ fandom spaces and I haven’t adapted well to tumblr. But I firmly believe that we are all capable of acting like mature, courteous human beings, regardless of platform. And I know, we’re not supposed to care what strangers think, but it might be nice if we gave some thought to how we make strangers feel? Maybe? If possible?
I guess that fulfills my text post quota for the year.
Goes for anything, not just kink. Any trope and any pairing.
Though I disagree that dissent should be curtailed in any way, because there’s being rude (which isn’t fun to be on the receiving end of) and there’s voicing opinion and it appears to me that too many people view disagreement as rudeness.
I figure that depends on what that opinion is. If your opinion is “[thing] is terrible”, not because it hurts anyone but because you find it literally unappealing or w/e, saying “[thing] is terrible” isn’t just rude, it’s incredibly counterproductive. (This I know from experience on both sides, alas /o\)
Mocking a thing is essentially a social weapon. Before employing it, one ought to consider, “Is this worth shooting people down for?”
swingsetindecember asked: have i told you how much i lurv beauty and the ex?
omg you are a beautiful perfect human being. thank youuuuu.
this friday night
things i never want to do again:
1. be a bridesmaid
2. go out drinking after the reception
3. run from the cops
4. drive 2 hours back to my apartment at 3 in the morning
goodnight cruel world, u r a smellyface
posted a teen wofl wip to ao3 because i am tired of looking at it in my google docs. c r y i n g about it. why can’t i bring myself to finish this thing?
Beauty and the Ex. (Basically, Stiles gets dating advice from Derek.)
A COLLEGE STUDENT RUN COFFEE SHOP WHICH HAS A BOOK SHOP ADJACENT IN A SPACE PORT THAT IS FREQUENTED BY SPACE VAMPIRE PIRATE WITCHES AND WARLOCKS AU
The Black Hale Coffee Shop & Bookery at Beacon 41775 is Stiles’ favorite outpost to dock for re-caffeination and ogling.
“Really?” Scott asks, coming to stand beside him. They look through the bridge screen toward the space docks, watching the bustle of the crowd. A Trillieyn stands on a large crate, holding up produce from one of the outer moons. People are gathered around, shouting out prices.
“What?” Stiles asks defensively.
“This is the third time we’ve docked here this month, Stiles. Too many more times and the Reg is going to think this is our home port. You know we can’t have a home port.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Stiles mutters. “A pirate’s life for me.”
“Don’t even,” Scott says, rolling his eyes. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”
“So what you’re saying is that I have great ideas?”
“What I’m saying,” Scott says, his voice deceptively calm, “Is that I haven’t seen my girlfriend in four clicks, but you get to see your boyfriend every month.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Stiles hisses. “He’s just some java slinger in the middle of nowhere that happens to make the best cup of cosmic coffee that I’ve ever tasted.”
“Uh huh,” Scott replies. “We can stay for a few hours. That should give you time to get it out of your system.”
“You’re the worst friend ever,” Stiles says.
“But the best pirate captain,” Scott replies, giving Stiles a crooked grin. He claps him on the shoulder. “Bring me back a skim vanilla vortex, okay? I’m gonna refuel and go over the charts.”
“And vidcall Allison,” Stiles says, making kissy faces at him.
Scott narrows his eyes. “Maybe I should come with you. Make sure you get the order right.”
“Totally not necessary,” Stiles hurries to say, his hands up. “I’ll just be going. Vanilla vortex, right? Extra whip cream?”
“No,” Scott says, looking cagey. “Whip cream? I’m a space pirate, Stiles. Does it look like I want whip cream?”
Scott wants whip cream and they both know it, but there are appearances to maintain. “Got it. I’ll make sure to tell them no.”
They both know this means Stiles will ask for double.
“See that you do, First Officer,” Scott says, giving Stiles a jaunty half-salute.
“It’s ‘The Dread Stiles’!’ Stiles calls as he heads through the ship’s automatic doors.
“That’s never going to catch on!” he hears Scott reply before the doors close.
Derek is wiping down tables when he hears his sister say, “Well, shiver my timbers,” and his knows his day has just gone downhill.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
A second later, the bio-bell at the door chimes. For most customers, this means the sound of tinkling bells.
For this particular customer, it means a loud, throbbing ‘Waaa Waaa Waaa’ and spinning red lights.
“Hiya!” Stiles says, bouncing to the counter. “Wicked floor show. Is that for me?”
“Yes,” Derek growls, throwing his rag over his shoulder and stalking to the counter.
“Derek had it installed after your last visit,” Laura says helpfully, throwing a smirk over her shoulder at Derek.
Stiles has the grace to wince. “Oh. Right. But it looks like most of the stains have come out… and the scorch marks have faded.”
Laura snorts in laughter, but Derek braces his hands on the counter and leans into Stiles’ space. “What do you want?” he grounds out.
“One cosmic coffee and one skinny vanilla vortex!” Stiles squeaks, his eyes going wide.
Derek takes a step back, gratified. It’s been a few weeks since Derek last saw Stiles, and it looks like Stiles has been in some sort of fight. There’s a scrape on his cheek and fading bruise around his opposite eye that’s starting to turn yellow.
“What happened to you?” Derek asks, gesturing at Stiles’ face.
Stiles touches his cheek self-consciously. “Oh, right. Got into a scuffle with some Gervu raiders over who got rights to a salvage.”
“Uh huh,” Derek says. Stiles always has elaborate and entirely impossible stories about how he’s a seven-space pirate in a ship of his own design. Derek doesn’t know why he humors him, but Stiles’ stories are amusing.
Stiles grins. “That was after we’d blown up one of their scout drones, so they weren’t too happy with us.”
“But you won, right?” Laura asks. She rests her elbow on the counter and puts her chin in her hand.
“Damn right we won,” Stiles says. “Scott swashed and buckled all up and down the holodeck, and we sent ‘em back to Gerv with their three tails tucked between their legs.” He makes a fighting motion and overbalances, nearly knocking a plate of jupiter berry cookies to the floor.
“I’m not sure you should have any more caffeine,” Derek says blandly.
Stiles’ eyes get big again. “You can’t cut me off! Come on, you know you’re my favorite coffeenaut.”
“Shut up,” Derek says. He can feel the back of his neck go red, and he’s glad the rag hides it. “Just promise not to darken my door again.”
“I won’t darken it,” Stiles promises solemnly. Then he grins. “I’ll light it up with whistles and lights,” he says, hooking his thumb toward the front door.
Laura cracks up, and Derek contemplates putting them both on the next shuttle to the moon.reblogged from swingsetindecember
MINE TOO. SRSLY, I REMEMBER A SHOW WHEN I WAS A KID CALLED MONSTER HIGH OR SOMETHING. IT WAS TERRIBLE BUT IT WAS THE CLOSEST I HAD TO MAKING MY HEADCANON MONSTER SHOW
I think I remember something like that! That was also why I loved Big Wolf on Campus so much. It was SO CHEESY and wonderful.
waywardvagabond asked: Do you know when you might start posting original fic again? I periodically reread through your work and... I'm ready to throw a party when you start posting new stuff again! (Not that I don't enjoy your fanfic, I just find original work more engaging and yours is everything I ever wanted.)
Mid-summer! I have some fanfic commitments to finish for May, but after that I’m gonna step away from fanfic and get back into original stuff. I’m working on my Jack and the Beanstalk story first, and then I’ve got a short original fic that’s near completion which has never been posted online anywhere.
I’m angling for this to be The Year of the WIP, wherein I actually finish some of those WIPs that have been languishing on my journal for ages.