Thequeerish - Dystopic And Smutty Fiction Is Admired Here.

this utopian canada that is portrayed by the government and the media is a lie. it's propaganda.

canadian society is not anti-racist. our government is the product of centuries of colonialism and oppression.

I know it's nice to think/pretend that everything is great here, but when you pretend that you are telling every person who has suffered under oppression and discrimination that our stories aren't real, that we are lying or exaggerating.

stop trying to convince yourself that there is equity and respect (especially for Indigenous people) on this land, and start working to make that a reality.

some things to get you started:

read up on the national centre for truth and reconciliation, and what the truth and reconciliation commission report says

learn about and donate to the unist'ot'en camp

support, donate to, and get involved with black lives matter canada

get involved with the canadian council for refugees

check out the rainbow railroad- an organization that helps LGBT+ people escape violence, oppression, and persecution

there are so many more great organizations and groups out there doing amazing work, so please if you can take the time to do some research and get involved, that would be wonderful.

tagging: @allthecanadianpolitics

Day 14: @the-wip-project

Do you have figures / creatures of folklore in your WIP? If not, can you think of something that would fit?

Hmmmmm … in my clexa wip, I have creatures that have mutated into mythic proportions due to nuclear radiation.

not a meme but i think it would be pretty fuckin cool if we all did this. and not just for a month, but until we start getting what we deserve. they only profit off of us. they don’t deserve our attention. eat the rich.

Thinkin about how as kids parents told us to clean our rooms without having ever shown us how to themselves, taught us any organizational skills, spatial management, or any other knowledge necessary to know how to efficiently tackle a mess without getting overwhelmed and then got exasperated when we as ten year olds didn’t just……figure it out

It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before. 

That changes today. 

“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say. 

Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.

“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“ 

Suddenly, silence. 

1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression. 

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "Please.” I say with a broken voice. 

He is moved. 

“Aight”.

Day Seventy-Seven

of @the-wip-project‘s #100daysofwriting challenge

Q: Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

A: Yes, I am writing sci-fi and enjoy reading sci-fi. However, I also enjoy reading many genres of writing. Even non-fiction.

Thank you

Thank you @alexispayton for Fleimkepa! Such a creative and imaginative piece that felt so true to Clarke and Lexa's characters, at least where their character arcs were going before ... he who shall not be named scuttled them. And the last line, so perfect!

Bellamy Blake was killed by Clarke? Maybe I will start watching the 100 again ... just have to catch up from season 3

Day fifty

of @the-wip-project‘s challenge.

Q50: What fic/story made you?

A50: it was not so much a fic/story that made me it was more of an experience. When I was a kid my family would take long road trips, e.g., eight hours, to the beach in the summer. Those trips were made pre cassette tapes. On those rides, I could read, fight with my siblings or stare out the window and make up stories. I started writing them down when I was a kid.

What made me think my stories were worthy of sharing or publishing when I was an adult was a wonderful girlfriend who encouraged me to send my stories out to anthologies.

Day Thirty-eight

of @the-wip-project‘s challenge:

Q38: What comes first, plot or characters?

A28: 100% characters. The plot is how they react and what changes them.