aethersea asked: hey so what's the animorphs college au?

Right, so, I actually wrote the first chapter and put it on AO3 (PSA: the first chapter is basically just smut?  like, there will be more other stuff but the story is basically structured around a fuckbuddies-to-dating plotline, so: smut), but here is some of the behind-the-scenes of the Animorphs college AU.

So, I started reading @lathori the Animorphs books because we’re domestic like that and after two books she stared at me and went “There’d better be happy AU fic or I’m gonna kill you.”  And…um, there’s actually not a lot of happy AU fic for these books because we’re all fucking sadists, s/o to my fellow fucking sadists.  So in order to preserve my best friend’s sanity as well as my own life (um…she knows where I sleep, y’all), I agreed on a few happy AU’s to write for her.  The D&D AU and the College AU were the first two, and she wants me to write the Morph Dancer AU as well.

But the actual premise of the college AU is based around the idea that Rachel and her cousin Jake and her recently acquired best friend Cassie and his recently acquired best friend Marco all get assigned to a house living arrangement with two complete strangers.  (If this sounds absurd, let me assure you that this happened in my school, except only two of the people knew each other.)  The night before they move into their new housing assignment, the lot of them go to a party, where Rachel hooks up with the cute quiet guy from her Shakespeare class the previous semester.

Imagine her alarm when he shows up at the house the next morning with his Very Weird friend (Ax makes a weird human in any universe okay) with his one (1) bag of possessions plus a box of books.

The ensuing plot mostly revolves around Rachel and Tobias pretending not to have feelings about sleeping together while they try to leverage Jake and Cassie into so much as holding hands instead of nervously tiptoeing around each other the whole time.  Also, it includes Jake laying down some House Rules, such as #2: All house residents must be wearing AT LEAST pants and/or a shirt at all times in all public areas, as well as all pertinent underwear.  And also #5: No drinking on school nights in the house.  And also #8: Thou shalt not risk getting arrested for illegal purchase of alcohol when Ax’s adult brother is LITERALLY an hour away and willing to buy the stuff legally.

All I really have worked out for this is some general backstory and people’s majors, I haven’t even gotten through the second chapter, despite my best efforts.

Rachel and Jake intentionally went to the same college Anywhere But Home because Tom just got out of a cult and it was making life a little stressful with their parents hovering anxiously at all times.  Rachel switched from gymnastics to krav maga, jiu jitsu, and kickboxing when she was thirteen and is majoring in kinesiology so that she can open her own self-defense studio.  Jake is a history major and Rachel considers it her sacred duty to make sure he has a life outside of the library and the gym, which is how he meets Cassie, Rachel’s new best friend, and almost swallows his tongue.  Cassie is on the pre-med track so that she can become a vet, and fills all of her additional credit openings with ecology classes because she’s like that.  Marco is kind of idly majoring in comp sci because it’s what his dad does and he doesn’t have a really heavy interest in anything else, but at the end of his sophomore year he declares a poli sci major out of the fucking blue and crams his schedule to finish on time.  Tobias is an English major who wants to be a teacher, and also he has a minor in studio drawing and a fascination with birds.  And of course there’s Ax who, for some perverse reason, really genuinely loves physics and comp sci and manages to major in both at once through sheer enthusiasm.  And Elfangor is alive and kind of thrilled that his baby brother has Real Friends, and he comes over and hangs out at the house sometimes and is much beloved by all of them, not least because he provides them with advance copies of video games sometimes and also bought the house PlayStation.

uncle-rachey:

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batcii:

people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt

Once I read a fic where they were like “he tasted like” and I’m expecting the typical formula (1 cooking ingredient + 1 natural phenomenon + “something uniquely [character name]”) but instead they said “he tasted like mouth” and it was one of the greatest fic moments of my life

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and I will tell you:

  • how likely I am to write it
  • what character(s) or pairing I’d most likely write it for

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Anonymous asked: hey, if you're up for discussion: i noticed a lot of the arguments re: bdsm were the kind of arguments that in other situations might be used against queer relationships. what would the difference be between a bdsm couple having a leash in a grocery store aisle as opposed to two gay men kissing? is it that theres a stigma against choking (man, that sounds weird put like that)? arent they doing their thing wituout asking other ppl to be involved? id love to know ur thoughts if u dont mind.

Oh…kay.  

*pours self a drink*

There’s a lot to cover here, so everyone buckle up while your queer dom vodka auntie discusses some stuff.

This is regarding this post for anyone who wants to follow along.  Here’s the major points we’re going to hit:

  • BDSM etiquette
  • Consent
  • Sexual vs sensual behavior, AKA sex vs romance

First off, we’re going to talk about BDSM—as it should be done, not the exploitative imitation in 50 Shades.  The core of BDSM is trust: the sub trusts the dom to stop if they safeword out, and the dom trusts the sub to know their limits and use that safeword.  The three major tenets of BDSM are Safe, Sane, and Consensual, meaning that everyone in the scene feels safe because they trust the person they’re with, everyone in the scene knows what they’re getting into and what they’re doing, and, most critically, they have agreed to those things clearly and explicitly.  Safe and Sane are pretty predicated on the people involved knowing what they’re doing, but Consensual is non-negotiable.  

Which brings us rapidly to point two, consent.  This is the major problem with couples practicing any sort of overt BDSM in public. The public, merely by their presence, is part of the scene—you don’t do stuff in public unless the response of the public, the feeling of being watched is somehow part of it, so the public is involved in the scene—but they have not consented to participation. Consent in BDSM is (or should be) an intricate thing, based on negotiations of what people are or are not willing to do, discussion and acknowledgement of their personal history, and establishing a safeword, a word used to indicate “everything needs to stop now” that can be used by anyone involved without protest from other parties.  So, for example, if it was me, I might be like “I have a history of abuse, so I’m not comfortable humiliating a sub or acting like I’m punishing them,” and the person I was talking with might be like “I’m not comfortable with being choked, but I’ve always wanted to be tied up.”  And then we would go from there with those ground rules in place, and establish a safeword. Before we ever discussed a scene, all of that would be hashed out, and then when we did discuss a scene, it would be something we’d already agreed that everyone involved was interested in doing and had the option to opt out of.

So, this is where public BDSM sort of falls apart, yeah? Because the bystanders have not discussed their boundaries or their histories, they have not negotiated what they’re interested in, and they do not have a safeword that will let them opt out of the scene.  Suppose one of the bystanders goes up to the couple and asks, “Hey, could you not choke your girlfriend in public?  You’re really freaking my son out.”  The couple hasn’t had that discussion with that bystander, they are not obligated by the BDSM contract to honor that bystander’s request.  Now, it’s the decent thing to do, to respect someone’s request for what’s really an easy thing, but people…uh, suck.  People suck.  Honoring the request to not choke your girlfriend in public actually takes less effort than doing it anyway, but people suck, so they’re almost inevitably going to go “fuck you” and do it anyway.  Which is NOT how BDSM is supposed to work, because see above re: Safe, Sane, and Consensual.  So, like, there’s that.  BDSM is about consent and trust.  The bystanders don’t have that foundation of trust, and they haven’t consented to being part of the scene, so everything else aside it fundamentally violates the contract implicit in BDSM.  If a couple does want to do that sort of public BDSM stuff, that’s what fetish parties are for, they can pay the necessary money to do it with people who have agreed and consented to being their audience. Otherwise, it’s more like catcalling—you might be getting off on it, but the other people involved just feel creeped out and vaguely violated.

But here’s the core of your question: the difference between sexual and sensual behavior.  

Okay, so, sexual behavior is exactly what it says on the tin, it’s about sex.  Sensual behavior is about physical touch and showing affection with no expectation that those touches lead to sex, it’s about romance.  This is where the analogy between BDSM and queer couples falls apart, because it’s this simple.

  • Queer couples want to express romantic affection through hand-holding, hugging, kissing, etc.
  • BDSM couples want to engage in something that’s intrinsically for sexual pleasure.

And I don’t want to hear debate about this, kiddos.  I know that BDSM can be nonsexual, I know that some people find it a deep relief to let someone else take control or to take control themselves, but that’s not the kind of BDSM relationship that gets flashily displayed in public.  Let me posit a scenario, in which I have a friend with whom I have a platonic dom/sub arrangement.  When they’re under stress, they let me take charge, and let’s suppose that during one of these agreed-upon scenes we’re going grocery shopping.  I might have an arm through theirs, or I might hold their hand, while I do most of the talking and instruct them on what to put in the cart. Any passerby wouldn’t notice anything unusual there—my friend might be tired, I might be a chatterbox, we might be doing a grocery run so I can make dinner, hell, maybe I’m just a bossy person. That’s not something that engages the public in any way, shape, or form.  On the other hand, let’s take the example of a couple who goes grocery shopping in the same way, but one of them has the other on a collar and chain.  That’s about the exhibition, it’s about the two of them getting off on being seen to have that power dynamic and all the trappings. And that’s about sex.  It’s about being titillated by bringing something that’s normally private into the open.

A pair of gay men kissing in public?  That’s not about sex.  That’s about being romantically attached.  And it’s something that straight couples get away with all the time, is the thing here.  Whereas it doesn’t matter if that hypothetical couple with the collar and chain is two women, a man and a woman, or three tentacle aliens and a grizzly bear, that’s still about sex and therefore still inappropriate to be pushed onto the public without consent.  It’s not about our culture having a stigma on choking, which…real fast, let me establish that there’s a very serious difference between having a stigma on, say, tattoos, as opposed to something like choking.  The reason we have a cultural stigma about choking is because it’s frequently used to hurt or kill people.  America, at the very least, could stand to have some stricter stigmas about other things used to hurt or kill people.  Like guns.  The reason overt BDSM like what’s described above is inappropriate in public is because it is sexual and it does disregard the right of the bystanders to consent to their own sexual experiences.

As long as we’re on the subject, I want to hit one more thing.  I think your ask is talking specifically about the remark that used to be made about “Well, how am I going to explain two men kissing to my kids?”  And kids are important here.  Because, okay, let’s suppose a four-year-old is presented with these two situations.  The two men kissing is easy.  That kid has definitely seen someone kissing their partner before, just tell them that the two men love each other and kissing someone is a way to show that you love them.  Easy-peasy.  However, explaining BDSM to anyone involves a pretty in-depth discussion of human sexuality, and…like, listen.  There is a reason that showing children porn is considered abuse.  By exposing the public to intense BDSM play, you are also exposing kids to a sexual act, without their consent or full understanding of what’s going on.  And we have pretty much agreed that pulling that stunt is Wrong.

TL;DR: BDSM of the variety being discussed here is inherently sexual, whereas queer couples engaging in affectionate contact is not. Sex acts require consent, and the general public has not consented to being part of your BDSM scene.  Don’t be an asshole, and if you really want to carry your power dynamics out of the bedroom, do it in a way that doesn’t force everyone else to be part of something they have not agreed to and cannot opt out of.  I can do a separate post on that if you’re interested.

Aaaaaaaaall righty then.  I think that covers everything.  I hope you’ve all enjoyed this journey into good BDSM etiquette and the fine art of consent.  

Vodka Auntie, out.

Anonymous asked: im so glad ive found someone who is also committed to erik and charles's tragic friendship i have been alone for so long

*tosses aside all other obligations* MY NEW BUDDY, I AM SO COMMITTED.  I just.  I’ve been a devotee of the tragic friendship since I was seven years old, okay, I’m not going to just wake up one day a shipper, and the tragic friendship is SO GOOD, Christ.  Help me.  And since I am SO UNSPEAKABLY THRILLED to have someone in my inbox talking to me about the tragic friendship, I had to figure out a way to show my appreciation, so HERE HAVE A FIC.  I rustled up an old request from this prompt list at the start of the summer, so @littlestartopaz sorry it took me like six months.  Also this is like long as fuck, taking place in the same movie-comics bastardization universe as the limitations of wax as an adhesive, so I’ll probably crosspost it to AO3.

Alone in the Light

X - Charles/Magneto friendship  (“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”)

Erik was asleep.  Charles couldn’t feel his mind—was the man sleeping in that helmet now?  But even Erik Lensherr needed sleep and a cursory sweep through the outermost thoughts of Erik’s Brotherhood answered the question of his location.

I’m sorry, Charles told the girl whose mind he was brushing up against. She was young, a recent recruit, bilingual, with the keening, perpetually frightened mind of someone not in control of their powers.  Gentle, he assessed as he pushed further into her mind, reaching to speak with her. Not made for this violence.  No true animosity against humans, but nowhere else to go, either.  A missing twin brother?  I’m so sorry, Wanda, I need to speak with him.

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Right, so I wrote this a while back for @twistedangelsays‘ birthday in May, and then she asked me today to post some F/F smut after I posted this ExR smut earlier today.  Max is the main character from this novel and Lessa is her girlfriend, details are included in the tag.

Lessa laughed giddily as Mercury squad spilled through the door, all of us bursting with the adrenaline rush.  The mission had been declared a wash while we were in the field, but we’d still had a closer brush with gunfire than I liked.

“All right, everyone,” I said.  “Debrief with the marshal or Beck at some point in the next couple of hours.  Sorry to have dragged you out for nothing.”

“Ah, don’t worry so much, piti bòs, it was fun,” Elijah said, eyes dancing as he hooked an arm around Miles’ shoulders and cuffed him cheerily up the back of the head.  Miles looked offended, one hand still pressed to a sluggishly bleeding graze to his bicep. “C’mon, Four, let’s go get that arm looked at.  Maybe Janey will meet us there.” Miles allowed himself to be dragged away without much of a fuss and Zara grinned fondly after them.

“Mm,” she said.  “I’m going to go eat something, do a quick debrief, and then see if I can round up my boys and fuck them through the floor.  Y’all have a nice night.”

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