"And this is what I love about God: The Church has driven out LGBTQ people for centuries, with an especially intense malice over the last several decades, and in response to this, God just says, okay, fine, we’re good out here. Where you chase my people, I will be with them. Where they gather, I will be there. Clubs. Conversations. Protests. In lament and anger and tears and laughter and way too many drinks. I will be with them and make this right for them. I will love them more fiercely for their wounds. I will draw them close. I will know them and they will know me. They will tell you my name."
i really like the advice “write marginalized characters but don’t write about marginalization unless you experience it”
absolutely i think cis people should expand their horizons and write trans characters, but they shouldn’t write stories about being trans. likewise i think allistic / NT authors should write about autistic characters! but not stories about being autistic.
represent us. absolutely. but don’t tell our stories. let us do that.
Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and shag a nun.
bisexual opera singer who killed ten men and snuck into a convent to shag a nun.
Just so y'all know, she later set that convent on fire so she and that nun could sneak out. And she seduced one of the men she’d dueled.
Mademoiselle de Maupin (Julie d’Aubigny) has always been one of my role models. I’m so glad this post exists so more people can learn about her. The more you know, the more there’s to love. Let’s see:
Around 1678 (she was like fourteen or fifteen), she was making a living in Marseilles by doing fencing exhibitions, dressed in male clothes, with her boyfriend who was on the run because he killed a guy in an illegal duel in Paris.
Then she joined an opera company and fell in love with a young woman, but the woman’s parents decided to put her in a convent to, you know, protect her honor and all that…
…so yeah, that’s when the whole “sneaking into a convent to help a nun sneak out and also putting the room on fire” thing happened.
She wounded a guy through the shoulder with a sword in a duel because he had made fun of her clothes. They became friends after she came back a few days later to ask if he was okay.
She beat a singer who was quite famous at the time because he was being a jerk to some women from her new opera troupe in Paris.
She kissed a young woman in front of everyone at a society ball, and that angered three noblemen who were there, so she beat them all in duel and fled to Brussels. Then she resumed her opera career there.
Then she returned to the Paris opera and had yet more problems with the law because she beat up her landlord.
She retired to a convent after the death of her love Madame la Marquise de Florensac, and died at only 33 years old.
The legend says that she never got arrested for all her deeds because king Louis XIV thought she was way too entertaining to deserve death. I have no idea if that’s true. But she did sing in Versailles for the Court, so there’s that.
Whilst we talk about amazing women let’s talk about Dona Ana di Mendoza
After losing an eye in a fencing duel she still went on to be a celebrated beauty and mistress to the king, she was a political powerhouse and had ten children, but refused to be painted without her eyepatch, and was so well known as a fencer people did not want to cross her
she was asked to leave a convent, and linked romantically to many powerful men, to the point the king, jealous of her attention to someone else, had her thrown in prison on a trumped up charge where she died
I was thinking today about Les Amis getting really legitimately excited when they hit a crossroads in their discussion/planning and Combeferre pulls out the legal pad and pushes his glasses up his nose and announces it’s time for the Pro’s and Con’s list.
Anonymous asked: a reveal fic in which adrien and someone (literally any someone, but marinette would probably be most likely to know) would take a picture and say cheese, and plagg comes zooming out. and adriens just like. PLAGG NOOOOOO
i see that you said fic. i acknowledge that you said fic. but holy shit.
I AM LITERALLY DYING OMFG SOMEONE MAKE THIS CANNON ALREADY!!!!
All Alya had been doing was taking a ridiculous amount of pictures of their small groups first ever double date. That’s it. She had been doing it all day, grabbing candid shots at the water park and the coffee shop and the walk to the park.
The moment they had found the perfect lighting, of course, Adrien had insisted he take a picture of her and Nino, since Alya had hardly gotten any, and the blogger agreed quickly, allowing Adrien to get several cutesy shots of her and Nino before demanding her phone back and situating Marinette and Adrien in the same spot.
Nino stood behind her, his chin on her shoulder while he watched her zoom in and out meticulously, Adrien and Marinette holding their pose and their smiles for nearly a minute before Nino finally poked the girl and told her to hurry up.
“Shut up, Nino,” Alya grumbled fondly, nudging Nino in the side. “Okay you two, say cheese!”
Oh no.
Adrien knew the moment the word spilled from her lips what was going to happen.
Sure enough, not a half second later, just as the flash went off, Plagg’s head popped up from behind him with a look of delight etched across his face.
“CHEESE?” he shrieked, slamming his paws down on Adrien’s shoulder and looking around frantically. “WHERE?”
Fuuuuuccckkk.
Plagg seemed to realize his mistake in a heartbeat, and his smile slowly dropped as he found Nino, Alya, and Marinette all staring at him.
“Uhhhh…hi?” the kwami offered sheepishly.
Adrien slapped his hand to his face hard enough for his skin to sting, and he groaned. “Plaaaaggggggg,” he whined. “Why would you do that?”
The cat threw his paws out helplessly. “There was cheese mentioned, Adrien! It’s my one weakness!”
“Adrien?” Nino managed to get out. “What the hell?”
Alya tilted her head, eyes locked on Plagg and mind working furiously. “It..kind of looks like Chat Noir,” she noted.
Adrien was about to try and deny that when a low, shrill sound started emerging from his right.
The trio turned to find Marinette staring at him, her eyes wide and her face sheet white. Her jaw was working as if she wanted to say something, but the only thing coming out of her mouth was that whine.
“Marinette?” Adrien said carefully, furrowing his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”
A garbled bunch of words that Adrien hadn’t heard from her since their first date stumbled out over her lips, hands flying and fingers pointing and arms waving.
Adrien carefully reached out, trying to ignore Plagg’s weight on his shoulder, and grasped Marinette’s hands in his own. “Marinette,” he said firmly.
She took a deep breath and flung a hand helplessly at Plagg. “You’re Chat Noir,” she got out.
Adrien felt the blood drain from his face and he glanced backwards at Alya and Nino, who were watching the two of them with slack jaws. “I…how…?”
Plagg shifted on his shoulder and sighed. “Sorry Adrien,” he mumbled. “Guess I kind of screwed that one up.”
“I’ll say!” Adrien snapped.
A sharp intake of breath made him glance back again to find Nino looking somewhat hurt and Alya looking awestruck. “You really are-?”
He interrupted the reporter quickly, clasping his hands in front of him desperately. “Yes, okay, but Alya you can’t tell anyone. You guys could get hurt if you do.”
Alya bit her lip in indecision, but Nino’s gentle hand on her shoulder made the girl nod, and Adrien breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to Marinette. “Mari,” he whispered, reaching a hand out. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but-”
A sharp laugh spilled from Marinette’s lips and she started cackling like mad, leaning over and clutching her stomach to keep from dropping to the ground. Adrien just stared at her in disbelief, a confused expression on his face.
“Well,” Plagg murmured. “You broke her.”
Marinette struggled to get her breath back, waving a hand in the air and moving her other hand to her purse. “No…no it’s…pfffttt….this is….so stupid…”
Adrien frowned and twisted his hands together. “Stupid?” he repeated softly.
Marinette shook her head quickly and in one swift move had unclasped her purse, digging inside and yanking Tikki out. “Stupid,” she managed to laugh before finally hitting the sidewalk and snickering, leaving Tikki floating in the air in complete bewilderment.
“Tikki!” Plagg squealed, darting for the kwami and tackling her in a hug.
“Tikki?” Nino asked in confusion.
“Marinette!?” Alya yelped, throwing her arms out.
Adrien’s breath had pretty much escaped from his lungs as he stared down at Marinette, who had finally pulled herself together and was now watching him with a twinkle in her eyes.
Adrien: But if I'm Chat Noir and Chat Noir has a crush on Ladybug and Ladybug is actually Marinette and Marinette has a crush on me then that means…we actually have a crush on each other.
Plagg *sleepily*: She’s literally lying in bed beside you. You’re married. Go back to sleep.
It’s kinda obvious in the show that Ladybug tends to gain more attention and adoration compared to Chat from the public. So whenever he does receive a little more focus from people I’m guessing he’d be pretty excited.
the expressions are so vivid and chat looks so goddy happy i THINK I COULD DIE NOW
