See, What I'm Pissed About Is That It Hasn't Come Out In My Country Yet.

Small fantasy worldbuilding elements you might want to think about:

A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin

A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans

A clock that isn’t 24-hours

More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know

Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain

Multiple moons/no moon

Planetary rings

A northern lights effect, but near the equator

Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks

Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals

Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands

The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage

No concept of virginity or bastardry

More than 2 genders/no concept of gender

Monotheism, but not creationism

Gods that don’t look like people

Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats

Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot

Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom

“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls

A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language

A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)

I’ve done about half of these myself in one WIP or another and a little detail here or there goes a long way in reminding the audience that this isn’t Kansas anymore.

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• pre- or non-hrt trans people

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• genderfluid/non-binary people who don't want hrt

• pre- or non-op trans people

• tall transfems

• short transmascs

• fat/plus size trans people

• fem trans men

• masc trans women

• transmascs who don't/can't/won't bind

• transfems who don't/can't/won't tuck

• transfems with wide shoulders

• transmascs with wide hips

• genderfluid/non-binary people with facial hair or tits

• genderfluid people whose presentation is static but their gender is not

• non-binary people whose desired presentation is how society says their agab should present

• transmascs who bind but still have a visible chest

• non- conventionally-attractive trans people

• non-conforming trans people

• non-"passing" trans people

• non-stereotypical trans people

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You have drunkenly been discussing the Dark Lord with other tavern patrons, insulting him to no end. When someone storms up demanding you stop as he is one of the Dark Lords students. Strange thing is you don’t remember teaching this kid.

I appreciate Wanda for putting her Titties-Out Corset on just to tell the government to go fuck themselves, very inspirational of her

Gabrielle Delacour was only eight years old when she first met Harry Potter, a nice enough boy, during the Triwizard Tournament. Her friends back home were jealous, but back then it was more about her brush with celebrity than any romantic notions. He had saved her after all, and Gabrielle had to deal with months of “Oh I wish that had been me,” and she had to just smile politely instead of saying what she really wanted to say. Oh of course she was grateful to Harry, and always would be, but she would not want to relive the moment. Gabrielle had been told beforehand that it was all perfectly safe, but sometimes she still woke up feeling like she was sinking into the murky waters of the Black Lake.

As her schoolmates grew older, everyone around her seemed to be more and more interested in crushes and kisses. During sleepovers, the other girls would gossip and giggle about which wix they liked, which wix they wanted to do things with that always made Gabrielle blush, though she wasn’t sure why. All she knew for sure was that she didn’t seem to feel the same way as her classmates. When asked who she had a crush on, Gabrielle answered truthfully: Nobody. “You don’t ‘ave to be shy about it Gaby,” Her classmates giggled, “We know you ‘ave a crush on ‘Arry Potter.” Did she? Gabrielle didn’t think so, but her classmates were insistent, so she became less sure of herself.

Soon enough was her sister’s wedding, where she would see Harry Potter again. Gabrielle was nervous as her family prepared to travel – was this what her classmates were talking about? It wasn’t quite the butterflies in her stomach that was described to her, but maybe it was something similar. Maybe this was the crush she was told she had. She batted her eyelashes at Harry, copying her friends’ attempts at flirting, but immediately felt mortified and silly, and spent the rest of the wedding hiding behind her parents rather than talking to her sister’s new family. Flirting just didn’t feel right to her, she wasn’t sure if she would ever try again. “Don’t worry dear,” Her mother smiled at her, “You’ll get the ‘ang of it as you get older.”

But as the years went by she still never got the hang of it, always more awkward than her classmates. Despite this, her Veela heritage meant she was never short of dates as a teenager and young adult, wix would ask her left and right and Gabrielle nearly always accepted, hoping to find that spark her friends talked about. She never wanted a second date, and never allowed more than a quick goodbye kiss. The obvious disappointment on her dates’ faces always rubbed her the wrong way and she wondered again why she felt so differently about all this romance stuff.

Finally, nearly a decade after her sister’s wedding, Gabrielle decided she would spend the holidays with her sister’s family rather than deal with her parent’s imploring when she would settle down and marry and have kids, the apparent trifecta of adulthood. She had tried many times to explain to her mother that she didn’t want the first two and was still unsure about the third, but her mother seemed to have selective hearing on the subject. So there she was, curled up on the couch in her sister’s living room, having a drink with Bill and Charlie while Fleur put the babies to bed, that the dreaded question came up.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” Bill asked, more as a conversation starter than out of genuine interest.

Gabrielle rolled her eyes, “Not really, not interested in all that.” She took a sip of her drink, dreading part two of the questions.

“Oh ok, so you’re a bit like Charlie then? Aroace?”

Gabrielle stared blankly at Bill, then at Charlie. “Arrow… ace?”

Charlie laughed a bit, “Means Aromantic-Asexual. Aromantic means I don’t feel romantic attraction, like crushes I guess, and asexual means I don’t feel sexual attraction.”

“That’s a thing?!” Gabrielle set her drink down so quickly some sloshed over the edge and onto the table. “How did you know? How are you sure?”

And that was the beginning of a long conversation that lasted well into the night. Bill came out as bisexual and sometime during the conversation Fleur returned and contributed that she was ace and panromantic. The group had a long discussion about sexuality, and bemoaning the lack of sex education in wizarding schools, and how they came to realize their respective sexualities and how their parents reacted. Fluer admitted that she never spoke of it much because of all the pressure at home to get a husband and produce kids, and apologized that she never talked to Gabrielle about it. Gaby almost didn’t care at that point, so relieved was she to find something that seemed to fit. She still wasn’t sure if aroace was the right term for her, but with some great reading suggestions from Charlie, she knew she was on the right path. She watched the sunset that morning with a feeling of peace, and even though she had a hundred more questions now, she was glad she had found the answer to one that had been bugging her for years.

Submitted by @chaifae

Parents should not be reading your journals

Parents should not be searching through your trash 

Parents should not be snooping on your private social media messages 

Parents should not be taking your bedroom door off 

Parents should not be invading your privacy 

Knocking on your door

Summary: During one of the most weirdest things happening to Kate, she happens to forget someone important.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Warnings: sort of Hawkeye spoilers! won’t follow the plot completely

Word count: 911

a/n: some love for Kate <3

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me

“That was amazing!” Kate yells as she throws her bow and arrows to the ground at her aunt’s apartment. “All those trick arrows, where did you get them? Are there more of them?”

“No.” Clint grunts, sitting down to the couch and putting the TV on.

Kate sits next to him, continuing on her rambling about the day they had and all the cool arrows she got to shoot. Clint doesn’t really listen to her, more engrossed with the show on TV. Pizza dog is sitting next to Clint, enjoying the head pats he is getting from him. The joyous mood gets cur down quickly, when harsh knocks can be heard from the front door.

“Are you expecting someone?” Clint asks, already on the edge.

Kate shakes her head, looking at the door as the knocking continues. She gasps. “Shit!” Patting all of her pockets, she looks for her phone. Finding it, Kate sees all the unanswered texts and calls. She runs to the door and opens it. “I’m so sor-“

“Tell me, why did I hear about your apartment burning down from your mom?” Y/N steps indeed the apartment, slamming the door shut. “You ran out of our date, ignored all of my messages and then suddenly went AWOL for two days.” She lists on while walking further into the apartment. “And then I find ou-“ She stops. “What is the Hawkeye doing here?”

Kate stands next to her sheepishly. “Y/N, meet Clint. We’re partners.” Clint shakes his head at the comment. “Clint, meet Y/N. She is my girlfriend.”

“I’m starting to doubt that.” She glares at her.

Kate cringes at the tone of her voice. “I really am sorry. If we could just go,” She points the kitchen so they could have some privacy. “And I can explain everything.” Y/N hums. With a last glance towards the Avenger, she walks to the kitchen. “Just a second.” She whispers to Clint and goes after Y/N.

“Do you understand how worried I was?” Y/N starts, keeping her gaze on the floor. “I thought you were dead! Or or kidnapped or maybe you just decided to break up with me and not tell or-“

Kate puts her hands on Y/N’s cheeks and kisses her. “I’m so sorry.” She mumbles, holding her close. “Jack was acting weird in the charity event, so I decided to follow him. I found a secret auction. Then some people attacked it and I found Ronin’s suit and used it to fight them and then Hawkeye found me and we became partners! And now we fight crime together.” She rambles a slightly simplified version of the events that happened after ditching Y/N at the charity event. “I got so busy that I forgot to tell you I’m okay. Besides, I’m never breaking up with you. You can never get rid of me.”

Kate grins when she hears Y/N giggle quietly. She moves a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Why do you always get yourself into these crazy situations?” She mumbles. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t.” Kate assures, giving her a one more kiss. “Come on. You need to meet someone else.” She takes her hand and leads her into the living room where Clint is with Pizza dog.

Y/N gasps. “You got a dog and didn’t tell me.” She kneels to the ground and starts petting Pizza dog who walks over to her with a wag of his tail. Clint watches the two. “I’m sorry Mr Hawkeye, you’re very cool as well. I just really love dogs.”

“Clint is fine, kid.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“See how easily I get her forgiveness.” Kate looks at Clint smugly, wanting to boast herself, and her relationship, to Clint. “I’m the best girlf-“

“I have not forgiven you yet.” Y/N grumbles, keeping her attention at the dog. “This dog is just more important right now. Aren’t you? Yes you are. Such a good boy.” She coos at the dog as if he can understand. He wags his tail and snuggles closer to Y/N.

“Oh.” Kate mumbles, kind of jealous of a dog right now. He glances at Y/N before turning back to Clint with new determination. “I’m still a very good girlfriend!” She assures him, though he really doesn’t care. “This one time, Y/N almost fell and caught her. And then-“ She continues rambling every single time she somehow saved Y/N.

Y/N rolls her eyes with a grin on her face as she sees Clint nodding along. “She really likes you, I’m sure you’ve noticed by now.” She mumbles to him as Kate continues with the stories. “She wants to prove herself to you.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed.” Clint nods. He watches Kate pace around the room. “She is a good kid.” He whispers quiet enough only Y/N hears.

Y/N moves her gaze to Kate. She smiles, feeling full of love towards her. “She really is the best girlfriend.”

Kate gasps, stopping. “I heard that! You forgive me!” She hugs Y/N tightly, squeezing the living out of her. Y/N laughs, falling to the ground with Kate as they loose their balance. Pizza dog starts licking their faces. Clint smiles at the sight. As much as he wants to be with his family right now, this isn’t too bad. He really is warming up to them.

Fighting informs character

One of things I loved about the WandaVision finale is that each character’s personality was revealed through the way they fought.

Vision talks his way into victory over White Vision because he’s intellectual and analytical.

Wanda uses Agatha’s vanishing technique and the woman’s runes to defeat her because Wanda’s a fast learner and clever.

Agatha uses Wanda’s kids against her and hits her in the back because she fights dirty and is villainous.

Monica would literally take a bullet for someone because she’s selfless and heroic.

Fighting should always reveal character and this episode did it so well!

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