Q:Could you rec some CATWS fanfic? I'm about to spend 5 hours on a train. <3
if you want something that lasts 5 hours then i’ve heard great things about Morgan Leigh’s “Middletown,” although i haven’t read it yet myself because it’s so long and apparently Very Emotional. otherwise i can’t remember a lot of specific titles off the top of my head, but i’d rec all of astolat’s steve/sam fic, and anything by nimmieamee or OddityBoddity. also “memories are made of this" by eleveninches.
i’ve read about 90000000 CATWS fics but unfortunately i’m disorganized and didn’t bookmark anything properly. i’m Bad At Recs, sorry.
edited to add: try my fic recs tag.
I need more stories with characters that are blatantly, unapologetically aromantic or asexual. Or anywhere on the aro/ace-spectrums, really.
Not “This character hasn’t shown attraction to anyone so maybe they could be aro or ace.”
Not “These characters aren’t explicitly shown having sex, so for all we know it might be a celibate relationship.”
Not “The author said it in an interview but it isn’t stated in the work itself.”
Not “The work hints at it but doesn’t use the word itself so that heteronormative audiences won’t feel threatened by it.”
Not “The character is actually gay/bi/pan, but I’ll pretend they’re asexual because I don’t want to accept their sexuality.”
Not “I don’t want to ship this character with anybody else so I’ll say they’re asexual/aromantic so I can ignore them.”
Not “We needed a way to show the character was evil / heartless / stoic / aloof / inhuman / alien, so we made the character asexual/aromantic even though that’s a stereotype.”
I need stories where the aro-ness or ace-ness is so clear the audience can’t mistake it for anything else.
I need stories for which I can say “That character is aromantic/asexual!” and not have other people tell me I’m just making it up, or not acknowledging the character’s “real” orientation, or that it’s “just my interpretation.”
Urban spaces have spirits, and cities have souls. Some are dangerous, menacing, but also seductive; others are marked by beauty and excess; others again by their dreariness or spookiness. These are contagious qualities that are said to seep into the character of the people living in such cities. […] Some urban spirits are global in reach, others mainly local or regional. They are reproduced in everyday stereotypes and mythologies. None of these are of course true in any sociological sense but the proliferating fantasmic and mythical qualities of cities and urban spaces are effective realities that shape the behaviour, cosmologies and desires of people in cities, or of those who visit them, imagine them, or describe them in narrative or imagery.
Social justice is about destroying systematic marginalisation and privilege. Wishing to live in a more just, more equal world is simply not the same thing as wishing to live in a “nicer” world. I am not suggesting niceness is bad or that we should not behave in a nice way towards others if we want to! I also do not equate niceness with cooperation or collaboration with others. Here’s all I am saying: the conflation of ethical or just conduct (goodness), and polite conduct (niceness) is a big problem.
Plenty of oppressive bullshit goes down under the guise of nice. Every day, nice, caring, friendly people try to take our bodily autonomy away from us (women, queers, trans people, nonbinaries, fat people, POC…you name it, they just don’t think we know what’s good for us!). These people would hold a door for us if they saw us coming. Our enemies are not only the people holding “Fags Die God Laughs” signs, they are the nice people who just feel like marriage should be between a man and a woman, no offense, it’s just how they feel! We once got a very nice comment on this site that we decided we could not publish because its content was “But how can I respect women when they dress like – sorry to say it, pardon my language – sluts?”. This is vile, disgusting misogyny and no amount of sugar coating and politeness can make it okay. Similarly, most of the people who run ex-gay therapy clinics are actually very nice and polite! They just want to save you! Nicely! Clearly, niceness means FUCK ALL.
The Revolution Will Not Be Polite: The Issue of Nice versus Good - http://www.socialjusticeleague.net/2012/04/the-revolution-will-not-be-polite-the-issue-of-nice-versus-good/ (via varldslighet)
I feel like this concept is pretty vital to Good Reason News as well.
Courtesy is something that is earned, and you will not earn it by oppressing someone. And fyi, treating someone as a person, not using sexist/racist/homophobic/transphobic/ableist slurs, and/or using the correct gender identiy for others is a requirement, not a courtesy.
Like I said “politeness” and tone policing is simply insisting being violent, insulting and hateful in a polite way is somehow acceptable.
Jon Stewart is back from vacation, and he’s not wasting any time going after one of his favorite targets: Fox News.
There are accepted revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused revolutions, which are called riots.
steve says i love you first, because he’s old and tired—old in a body that betrays him in the hardest of ways, a body that will never give him the excuse to just stop and rest. steve says i love you first, and he says it soon, too. he says it because he feels it, and that’s good enough a reason, and because he hasn’t had something good, something his in a long time. steve says i love you because sam is sitting on their bed—their bed—looking exhausted but beautiful, and the bruise steve sucked on the tender skin of his collarbone the night before is still there. steve says i love you for a gazillion of reasons—because he told sam not to come with him twice now and sam did so anyway, because steve dived from a building and wings literally spurted from sam’s back, because steve sees himself in the way sam’s hands close instinctively around a gun, protection and responsibility written all over the tense line of his jaw.
steve says i love you because he does.
and sam… sam looks surprised for a second, and then just happy, and he pushes himself off the mattress to walk up to steve and press him against the nearest wall, gently but firmly, until they’re just one four-legged giant monster and steve just has to breathe in to smell sam’s coconut shampoo. and he doesn’t say anything, which is weird, because he’s usually the talker; but he noses at steve’s throat and kisses him very softly, and steve can hear the i love you better than if sam had been yelling it.
(later, he does say it. why d’you think i’m here, with a cocky smile. steve grins and elbows him in the ribs instead of blurting out me too me too me too like he wants to.)
So much love <3
(edited since stupid mobile app reblogged as link instead of text grr)