I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.

Okay so like... I have a theory for Season 2 of PJOTV... hear me out here

Spoilers ahead if you haven't read Sea of Monsters, I'll put it below the cut:

So you know how in Season 1, we got flashbacks to young Percy and Sally, because Sally was so important and so crucial to the first season (and the first book, she's the entire reason that Percy went on the quest in the first place).

My theory is that the flashback parts of the episodes are going to be part of Season 2 but we're not going to be getting flashbacks of Sally and Baby Percy.

We might get a quick Tyson flashback but I'm thinking that because it's so crucial to think second book, the flashbacks are going to be Thalia, Luke and Annabeth when the three of them and when Grover finds them and Thalia's sacrifice.

Like I can see it in my head that Thalia's sacrifice to hold back the monsters at the top of the hill and turning into a tree and then like... that same episode or an episode later (probably the same episode let's be real) she comes back!

That's just my theory though

Maybe.

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reached into my folder of old klance wips & decided to finish this, because what 👏 was 👏 with 👏 Lance’s expression at the end of this scene, what did it mEaN, what is the tRuTH………

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OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK

In Chaos There is a Kosmo, In All Disorder a Secret Relationship (Klance)

(Title - partial quote from Carl Jung)

“Hey—stop it!” Lance hisses, bolting from his office to where Keith is mindlessly toying with his Harry Potter Legos—his Harry Potter Legos (and all his Legos, really) are intensely important to him, and if Keith breaks any part of that glorious castle—

“I’m being careful,” Keith insists, pulling the Lego Hermione out of Lance’s reach, “I promise.”

Lance melts. He can’t not when Keith is looking up at him with those soft eyes and jutting his bottom lip out the slightest bit. Lance sits down across from him.

The castle sits next in the midst of a wide, glass coffee table in their little living room. It’s the best place for it, and it makes a nice centerpiece. Keith hadn’t been sure about it at first, but he came around once it was actually built.

It is pretty cool, he’d said.

“Sorry,” Lance mumbled, “You're a fully adult man, I don’t know why—“

“It’s important to you,” Keith interrupts, “I get it. I should’ve asked.”

Lance smiles softly—they haven’t always been this… functional. If they were still sixteen, they’d definitely be arguing about this. But here they are, twenty-two, behaving like a well-oiled machine.

It burns something warm and full in Lance’s chest, that he and his partner have been together six entire years and have only gotten better at it. He can’t wait to marry this man, can’t wait to see his face when he proposes. God, he’s hopeless.

Lance crawls over and pulls Keith’s lips to his own. Lego Hermione is discarded carefully on the table as Keith focuses all his attention on Lance. Fingers cupping his head, mouth earnest—that’s his boy.

Three knocks on the door.

They tear apart.

“Who the fuck—“

“Open uuuuuup,” that’s definitely Hunk, which would not be such an issue if Hunk knew. But nobody knows, least of all them. Lance was gonna tell them before he proposed, sit them down around a dinner table and lay it all out piece by piece, lie by lie.

This is bad.

“Oh my fucking god,” Keith breathes.

“We’re fucked,” Lance agrees, getting to his feet and helping up his boyfriend. “We’re so fucked. They’re never gonna forgive me—“

“Where do you want me?” Keith asks, “What do I do? Hide?”

“Yeah, you and every picture of us on the wall?” Lance hisses.

Hunk and Pidge have only been here in passing, never once stepping foot in Lance’s “bachelor pad” which they so affectionately and inaccurately called it. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to—they’d asked him to host a ton of times, but he’d always make some excuse or flat out say he didn’t like the idea of people in his space.

Little did they know it’s because he doesn’t live alone, he’s nowhere near a bachelor, and he hasn’t been since high school.

And he never told them.

In six years.

He’s unforgivable.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he’s muttering. Keith hurries into the bedroom as another round of knocks and some teasing come from behind the front door.

Furiously red and figuratively shitting his pants, he goes to answer.

“Busy?” Pidge asks when he opens it—and of course they’re here, too. As if this situation was not already bad enough with just Hunk—if they ask to come in Lance is well and truly boned.

“Is that Lizzie?” Hunk asks, and for a second, Lance is absolutely perplexed. He’s wedged in the sliver of the door he’s barely opened, trying to block their view of the apartment he very obviously could not afford by himself, and Hunk’s talking about someone named—oh. His brow furrows—but yes, reckless driving by Lizzie McAlpine is softly floating out from the Alexa somewhere behind him.

“Yeah,” he says, “What are you doing here?”

Hunk’s grin falls away. Lance feels a sharp pang of guilt in his chest—he wants this to be simple. He should’ve told them years ago, but it was complicated. Hell, Keith’s brother doesn’t even know and he stayed here for a week.

One hell of a week.

He could say they value their privacy, but mostly they’re just selfish. Contrary to popular belief, Lance is a quiet lover. Shouting it from the rooftops? Sure.

Coming home to something that’s inexplicably his? Not having to answer questions, not having people constantly asking after his boyfriend?It’s just… nice. It’s nice to be known so intimately. It’s nice to be them. No one else—just them.

“We brought takeout,” Hunk says, lifting up a bag Lance had not noticed, “We thought—“

And then, proving once and for all that the universe is not and has never been in favor of Lance McClain, Kosmo darts through the narrow space between Lance’s ankle and the door frame, and shoots down the hallway. Pidge jumps back, startled, and Hunk catches them by the shoulders, dropping the takeout. Lance, endlessly more concerned about Keith’s cat than his dirty little secret, throws open the door and is bounding down the hall in a second.

He hears a door open and close—Keith has clearly heard and is also blasting out past Hunk and Pidge, which is good, because where Lance is fast, Keith is agile. Lance gets around Kosmo and in front of the steps, at which point the animal does some insane, ineffable maneuver that sends him back the other way. When Kosmo tries to dodge Keith’s grasp, the boy literally jumps, tucks and rolls, snatching Kosmo firmly against his chest.

The cat doesn’t even wiggle—it’s as if this has all been a fun little game of tag and now that he’s safely back in his dad’s arms, everything is alright.

You know, except Hunk and Pidge.

“Look what you did,” Keith accuses sweetly as Kosmo bumps his nose into the boy’s chin. “You got papí in trouble.”

Kosmo meows in response. Keith returns to the apartment while Lance wracks his brain for what to say. Hunk and Pidge are torn between gaping at Keith—who they have rarely seen since high school—with wide eyes, and Lance, eerily silent and so, so boned.

“Go on in,” Lance says finally, gesturing toward the apartment, “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

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1. Capture a man. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. One day he forgets his own name.

2. Leave no body to be found. Fill an empty grave with dirt. Let the world forget on its own.

3. Give him a name. Give him twenty. Tell him a new history. Teach him a new language. Teach him five. Give him a mission.

Let him go.

4. Take him back. Let him go. Take him back. Let him go. Take him back. Let him go.

He comes back on his own feet.

5. Give him blood and steel and pain until his muscles forget the difference between bone and iron and his skin craves the kiss of leather straps like it craves the touch of gentle fingers.

Drain his veins dry and empty and fill his heart with something new and let the poison spill like lifeblood.

6. Give him pain. Take it away. Bring it back. Take it away. Bring it back. Bring it back.

7. Give him a new name. Give him a new past. Destroy it all.

8. Tear him away from everything he knows. Let him watch his world collapse. Let him see his name wither away. Let him strangle hope with his hands.

9. Make him beg for mercy for respite for death.

10. Deny him.

- how to break a man by sylvie (j.p.)

love how the moment ao3 goes down we all start acting like housewives waiting for their husbands to come back from war

I thought it was going to be hard to keep 'The Lonely Goatherd' and 'Edelweiss' as second chapters (I didn't they're one chapter 😜), but it turns out separating the 'Ländler' and 'So Long Farewell' is impossible.

There's no way to do it.

Just a reminder that Free Palestine doesn't end with a ceasefire.

Gaza is in rubble and will have to be rebuilt. Gaza would still be a concentration camp where there's a lack of clean water and food allowed in. The west bank would still be filled with settlers and settler based violence.

Gaza had the mean age of 18 before this attack. People lost their everything, you don't just recover from that.

A Free Palestine ends once there is a true ceasefire. One the apartheid "state" of israel is no more.

Once Palestinians can go from the Jordan River to the Mediterranean Sea, Palestine will truly be free. Edit: Here are some learning sources

Daily click:

Free documentary about Gaza's Fight For Freedom:

I think a lot of what makes fanfiction so magical is writers taking the time to explore tiny elements that were imagined into existence in the source material and then abandoned. It's the deep dive into that t-shirt, the forgotten gift, the nickname, the spare key, the anger they swallowed down, the trauma they supressed, the love they denied, the story that wasn't mainstream enough to make it. It's the little things getting their moment to shine and I fucking love that and I will fight for it always.

Chapters: 9/21 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Zethrid (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), James Griffin (Voltron), Romelle (Voltron) Additional Tags: Sound of Music AU, The Sound of Music References, Inspired by The Sound of Music, Female Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, I wanted a sound of music au so I wrote one, Loss of Parent(s), Big Brother Keith (Voltron), Uncle Coran (Voltron), Author Is Not Religious, Alien characters have more humanlike appearances just for simplicities sake, Minor Allura/Lotor (Voltron), they break up, If you've watched the 1965 masterpiece then you know why, Gay Keith (Voltron), Gay Lance (Voltron), Lesbian Acxa (Voltron), Acxa is Keith's beard and vice versa, Yes Keith and Lance are going to get married like the Captain and Maria do in the movie, because I said so, I know the 1930s were homophobic as fuck but like, THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, if I say that they can be gay and in love they are gay and in love, Shiro is like... 7 cause someone needed to be Gretel and it wasn't gonna be Pidge, Big Brother Lance (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Insecure Lance (Voltron), This is not a kacxa fanfic they are merely platonic besties, Period-Typical Homophobia, Also Keith does not have his mullet I am so sorry, Mullets weren't really a THING in the 1930s, If the Sound of Music was set in the 70s then yes he'd have it, But alas it's set in 1938, Unfortunately because of that 1938 in Austria setting I want to add this tag, TW: Mentions of Nazis and Nazi-ism, Yes I will be having Keith tear down that flag because it's sexy as fuck, Oh yeah and if you haven't seen the Sound of Music, spoilers i guess, If you haven't seen it yet go and watch it please, it's a masterpiece, IT HAS JULIE ANDREWS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, Drinking, Just like casual drinking but Keith makes some references, to how drinking was the only way he was able to "survive" Vienna, for two months Summary:

Since his parents death 6 years ago, Captain Keith von Trapp has been the head of the von Trapp household: him and his younger siblings, Allura, his eldest sister; Hunk, his eldest brother; Pidge, his little sister and his youngest baby brother, Shiro.

Enter Lance, a determined young man sent to work for the von Trapp's until September as their new governor from the nearby monastery, who brings back all the life, joy, music and the love that Keith has been needing for so long. * * * AKA I wanted a Klance Sound of Music AU... so I wrote one

Chapter 1 of How Could A World That Makes Such Wonderful Things Could Be Bad?

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I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue 

And it's hey to the starboard, heave ho

 Look out, lad, a merman be waitin' for you in mysterious fathoms below

Keith closed his eyes from his position on the rigging at the bow of the ship. “Isn’t this great?” He called out to Shiro excitedly. “The salty sea air and the wind blowing in your face?” He sighed. “Perfect day for some sailing!” 

Shiro appeared at the railing to look down at him, face an unpleasant shade of green with Kosmo by his side. “Yes Keith,” He agreed. “Can you please come back on the deck so that I don’t need to tell our mother that I lost you overboard?” 

Keith sighed and hopped over. 

“A fine, strong wind and a following sea,” a sailor remarked. “Queen Allura must be in a friendly-type mood.” 

Keith’s ears perked up. “Queen Allura?” 

“Ruler of the merpeople, lad,” another added. “Thought every sailor worth his weight knew about her.” 

Keith flushed red. His lessons had never mentioned a Queen Allura before.

Shiro was, however, completely exasperated. “Merpeople!” He scoffed. “Keith, pay no attention to this nonsense, please.” 

“It ain’t nonsense!” The sailor yelled, waving his bundle of fish in the air in front of Shiro’s face, who almost gagged at the smell. “It's the truth! I'm tellin' you, down in the depths o' the ocean they live.” 

Keith glanced down at the water. 

On occasion, he saw a glimpse of a tail near the surface. The water rippled and changed around it, but it was impossible to tell if it was a merperson or dolphin.

Keith sighed. “Occam's Razor,” he repeated from his lessons. “The simplest explanation is the most likely one.” 

Keith turned to see a fish from a sailor’s hands slap Shiro in the face after it had escaped from the net and dive back overboard as the sailors finished singing their song. Keith ran to the railing again, but the fish was gone. 

Heave, ho, heave ho, 

In mysterious fathoms below