I'm cackling (or how sjm would write "I'm choking on my wine") (seriously how many times did she made someone choke from containing their laugh while drinking?) thinking about dear Sarah dropping hints in her ig stories and giggling looking at the ship war.

But seriously, all these bullying remarks and aggressive posts are unsettling, I want to be openminded and never block tags but maybe I should do it for my mental health, since reading about my fav ships is my own creative way to free my mind from all the shit of adult life and fill it with fantasy worlds and art. This space shouldn't be used to insult other people preferences. I've been in lot of different fandoms for 15 years or more and I can recognize that this level of toxicity is quite high (and i know toxic fandoms, I'm an ARMY, iykyk).

Idc if the song is Elriel coded, if audible commented or whatever. She could be joking with all of us and later drop a bomb. She could absurdly be at a point in her book where Elain and Azriel are officially a couple but she still feels the bond or something that push her to want to explore it but feels guilty toward Azriel. Or towards herself and her idea of real love. Or guilty because she rejects the idea of the mate bond that everyone craves for. We literally don't know.

The only thing I know almost for certain is that Elain is in denial. She (and a whole lot of people apparently) is ignoring the bond, probably and rightfully because it's related to the most traumatic event of her life and she misses terribly her human life, or she thinks that she's denied of the free will of choosing her partner, but she's wrong. Accepting the bond is as much of a choice as rejecting it, but as far as we've read she is avoiding it with all her might. She's avoiding Lucien not because he's some gross nasty stinky male or because he is the Lucien Vanserra, she's avoiding him because he's her mate and she doesn't want to address the matter. She shouldn't be afraid of him since he never showed aggressive behavior to her, and before-Cauldron-Elain would be at least polite with him like she would be with everyone in the same room she is. I know what she feels, I often avoid facing problems by pretending they don't exist 🥲 (like that one email I should've sent like a week ago?)

What I mean is, Elriel won't happen or won't be a true and sincere love until she doesn't address her bond before, because she'll always live with the fear of feeling drawn to Lucien if she gets a bit closer to him, because of the bond. And to me that looks like jumping in someone else arms to prove myself that I'm in charge of me and my choices, when in reality I'm just running away.

Whatever, I'm always going to enjoy what I like the most about this fandom and the nice people part of it, who like to respectfully share contents, thoughts and arts about it. 🩷

(Ok my rant time is over, my ao3 time is coming)

I'm sorry to play into fearmongering but.

We are now officially in the GENOCIDE phase of things. They are calling for the elimination of us, directly, in those words.

So, anyone who still calls themselves an Ally:

Now is the time to stand up and ACT against these genocidal maniacs. No more playing softball, either. I dont want to see ANY of that weaksauce "I may disagree with you but we can be friends" horseshit. You need to stand up to any conservatives in your life, here and now, BEFORE they start taking trans lives en masse. This means openly and directly confronting them, telling them that if they continue to side with hate you will cut them out of your lives, and following through with it. And thats the baseline bare-minimum here, by the end, you should have ZERO conservative friends, because they either gave up their hateful ideology or you gave up on them. If you wanna go more advanced, you can try this method which successfully shut up one of their comrades:

Are you scared to? TOO BAD. We're ten times as scared as you BECAUSE THEY PLAN ON ATTACKING US! If you cant stand up for us in any solid way then I hearby revoke your ally card, you do not stand beside me. You can have the coward card instead, and sit feeling like shit for how worhtless you were when it came down to it. You SHOULD feel like shit if you can't use your privilege to stand up for someone.

And for my fellow trans people:

please, hang in there. I know it feels like we've been at war for ages, making headway only to lose it the very next day. And so often it feels like we're the only ones fighting anymore. And then to be told you have to keep up going to work and surviving in this hell country each day??? That's hard, that's exhausting!

You should NOT have to feel guilty at all for not being able to do anything about this. Surviving is enough, and your survival is so so SO important! So do what you have to to survive, turn off the news and blacklist some phrases and tags if you feel overwhelmed. Do some comforting activities today. And remember, no matter what they do, they will NOT erase us!!! We will survive as a whole even if we must witness suffering before this is over.

And to the conservatives:

If you are questioning if you're on the path of good, good. Question further, google "anti-trans debunked". I cant speak for everyone on my side, but I know some of us will accept you if you turn back and learn the harm you've been causing.

But if you're all for this? Your days are numbered. I'll PERSONALLY make sure of it. I will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of my trans brethren. You're the ones who should be scared, genocidal scum.

A Perfect Christmas

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x You

Characters: Tony Stark, You, Reader, Maria Stark, Howard Stark, 

Word Count: 1260 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Tony imagines his perfect Christmas

Tags/ Warnings: Christmas, Christmas Parties, Established Relationship, Family Drama, Family Parties, Nudity, Harsh Childhood, Santa Clause, Burns, Flirting

Notes: dont cook naked y’all [updated 9/2]

‘‘Do we have to go?’ I whined once more from the passenger seat. Tony sighed again, this was the hundredth time we’d had this conversation in the last day and I could tell I was getting on his nerves. ‘Yeah,’ he sighed as he reached his hand over and ran his hand over my thigh, the chiffon material of my dress ruffling under his touch, ‘look, I’m not happy about this either but you know what my dads like. It’s his way or no way besides, I thought you’d love seeing me in a tux all night.’ ‘I’d rather see it on the floor,’ I bartered hoping a hint of a night in bed would be enough to change Tony’s mind. ‘Nice try,’ Tony whispered. Though I did notice him shift uncomfortably which made me snigger. He looked out onto the road ahead though it was barely visible. As we moved down the winding road it became more rural and the tree line on either side of us got denser. It was pitch black out ahead, the only thing visible was whatever was lit by the headlights.We were en route to his parent's holiday home, well mansion, in upstate New York where every Stark Christmas, thanksgiving etc had been held since before Tony was born. Since Tony and I had opted out of thanksgiving feigning too much school work his father had demanded that the two of us be present for the Stark’s annual Christmas party. It was a night of rubbing elbows with the rich and famous and not my idea of a great night. Tony was just as disheartened. We were coming up to our senior year and though Tony had started making his own plans about what he wanted after college he wouldn’t be able to voice any of his wishes for the foreseeable for fear of causing world war three.  ‘I forgot how long it takes to get up here,’ I yawned, the darkness and the heaters making me feel sleepy. ‘Well don’t go falling asleep on me,’ Tony warned, ‘I need my wing-woman to save me from dying of boredom.’  ‘They’re not that bad,’ I giggled. ‘They’re either talking me into a coma about stark industries or trying so hard to impress me they look like they’re going to vomit they’re so nervous.’ ‘At least the food is good,’ I reasoned to which Tony cocked an eyebrow. ‘Ah yes, the finest Christmas buffet all prepared by catering staff and served by people being paid less than minimum wage with no tip in sight.’  ‘I’m tryna be positive here,’ I said, ‘besides the only reason I’m coming is the deep-fried cheese balls.’ ‘With the amount of them you ate last year I’m not entirely convinced that that’s not the whole reason we’re together,’ Tony chuckled. ‘Who says you’re wrong?’ I laughed. The road brightened now as we approached the estate. There was an odd house here and there, fellow rich people who had divided up 3000 acres between themselves. Christmas lights lit the paths now, and extravagant neatly dressed Christmas trees were placed at the bottom of long drives. Tony glanced at them as we drove passed often accompanied by an eye roll and an occasional scoff.‘Go on then,’ I said making him glance at me, ‘if all of this isn’t your idea of Christmas what is?’ Tony thought, looking at me for a moment as if I were joking, before he said, ‘you.’ ‘What?’ I said puzzled. ‘Seriously, my perfect Christmas would be just the two of us. At home, watching cheesy Christmas movies, making a whole ton of food and watching you open the hundreds of gifts you’d finally let me buy you as opposed to the one present you restricted me to this year.’ ‘What about the tree? You don’t want it perfectly decorated like the folks around here?’ ‘Nah, I’d take you to pick the biggest one and we could throw as many ornaments on it as we want.’ ‘Not even colour coded?’ ‘I’m whimsical but I’m not a mad man,’ he said seriously making me laugh.  ‘Okay, so films, decorations and gifts are sorted. What about the food? Because there’s no way I’m letting you near an oven with your nonexistent culinary skills.’ ‘Oh you can do the cooking and I’ll man the bar,’ Tony said as if it were obvious. ‘The bar? There’s only two of us right?’  ‘Your point?’ He said looking at me with a smirk. ‘A bar. Got it,’ I smiled.  ‘Though I’d love to make sugar cookies. My mom used to make them with me every Christmas Eve and we’d decorate them, they looked horrific, but I’d be so excited to leave them out for Santa…well before my dad told me that believing in Santa was for babies and I needed to grow up,’ he smiled at the memory though the lightness in his tone trailed off when he mentioned how harsh Howard had been. I skimmed over it, trying not to let him dwell on the negatives.‘So that’s Christmas sorted,’ I said, ‘but what’s the dress code? I mean I know you love dressing up even though you pretend you don’t.’ I gestured to his tux and to my own sequin and tulle dress which we had forced ourselves into for the evening.  ‘Pyjamas. All-day. We’re not going anywhere, what’s the point in dressing up. Besides who’s to say we even have to wear pyjamas,’ Tony said. ‘Oh yeah,’ I said rolling my eyes, ‘I can just imagine getting a roasting hot turkey out of the oven completely nude.’ ‘Id let you wear an apron,’ he suggested. ‘Very festive,’ I said, ‘a scalded boob and eating turkey off the floor.’ ‘Hey, there’s no other way I’d rather spend Christmas than with you absolutely smashed off our faces, with our horrendously decorated tree, watching Christmas films in bed whilst eating floor turkey and badly decorated sugar cookies whilst we ice your burned boobs.’‘Sounds perfect,’ I said leaning in to intertwine my fingers in his and rest my head on his shoulder. We had entered into the estate now pulling up to the outside gate. Tony slowed to a stop and wound down his window pressing the buzzer and waiting for a reply. ‘Stark residence,’ came a low voice. ‘It’s Tony,’ Tony said. There was no response but the sound of the buzzer allowing the gate to open. He started the car moving again going down the long drive towards the house. It was large and covered in lights everywhere. Mini Christmas trees lined either side of the drive and there were cars parked all around the front of the house and several tuxedoed men waiting around to greet people. Tony pulled up outside the front door and we were rushed to be greeted by the enthusiastic wait staff.‘Ready?’ Tony asked as I leaned up off his shoulder and looked at him. ‘As I’ll ever be,’ I said reaching out and straightening his crooked bow tie. He beamed at me though it was laced with sarcasm before reaching for his door handle and opening it, stepping out onto the gravel front path. I watched him and went to follow, smoothing out my dress and pulling the handle, but just as I did, I thought. This was the invite to die for. The party that every socialite longed to be part of.  But as I readied myself to attend I couldn’t help but long for another Christmas. Mine and Tony’s Christmas. Maybe next year.