But mostly all things Keith from Voltron. I like friendshippy stuff, but will sometimes reblog (Keith-centric) ship stuff if I think it's cute. I write fanfic, but am incredibly slow. No hate on this blog. Live and let live, people! Feel free to say hi or ask me stuff! Icon by edzoklance!
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Posting this for my soul cat Kenzie (she passed a few years ago but I still think of her every single day) and for everyone else who has lost someone they love. â¤ď¸
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Welp. Google's AI horseshit has arrived. And I'm not complying. They can pry my ID out of my cold dead hands. I will simply go elsewhere. Remember folks, DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR IDs. Do not comply. Resist, fight it, use other browsers or sources beyond youtube and google controlled services. Call them. Email them. Make noise. Fight back.
I've been using Google as my main mail service since 2006, and every single account or service I've ever signed up for was made with that address. For a long time I thought it'd be impossible to divorce myself from Google.
It took less than 5 minutes to switch to a ProtonMail account, less than 2 hours to download and/or offload every byte of data from my Google account, and less than 3 days to change every single account or service I've ever signed up for to the new address.
As of today, the only single one I have that's still tied to it is YouTube. It's the only thing I'd lose access to if I deleted my Google acount entirely.
They really, really want you to believe that it's a hassle to switch to a different email system. But it's not. Most websites and/or services allow you to change the email address associated with it.
I've been using Google for almost 2 decades and it only took a few days to move everything. It's not a painful sacrifice; it's an easy change that, frankly, has absolutely been worth it.
You can and should switch to a free, encrypted Proton email account. You also get all of the below perks. For free. There is no trick. It is paid for by the people with paying plans. I am one of them. The (completely functional) free tier is there to entice you into getting a paid account with even more perks. (It worked on me.) But there's no penalty or pressure for staying with the free account.
Also get your stuff off the google drive and put it on Proton's drive. It is encrypted. Only you with your password can access it. Not even Proton can see what you put in there.
(this is for everyone but especially queer, LGBT+, trans, âcringyâ, disabled, fat, BIPOC/BBIMP, otherwise marginalized and/or non ânormativeâ communities, identities, and people. we love you all đ. ~Nico)
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we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.
Forty years later, I still think Rodimus Prime gets profoundly misunderstood, and I suspect a lot of that misunderstanding comes from the era in which he debuted.
In 1986, The Transformers: The Movie did something that genuinely shocked its audience. It killed Optimus Prime, a character who, for many children of that era, functioned less as a toy commercial protagonist and more as a mythological father figure. Optimus was certainty. He was wisdom. He was strength. He walked into every scene sounding like he had just stepped down from Mount Sinai with stone tablets in hand. He did not second guess himself. He did not visibly crack under pressure. He was designed to feel eternal.
Then the movie ripped that away and handed the future to Hot Rod, who became Rodimus Prime.
And fans have been punishing him for it ever since.
Part of this is undeniably emotional. There are still people who reduce Optimusâ death to âHot Rod got him killed,â which has always felt like a wildly unfair reading of that scene. Megatron was going to shoot Optimus regardless. Hot Rod made a reckless choice born out of desperation and inexperience, but he was not malicious, nor was he solely responsible for the death of a character Hasbro had already decided needed to be removed to make way for new product lines. Corporate toy strategy killed Optimus. Rodimus simply inherited the audienceâs grief.
That grief hardened into resentment because Rodimus was not trying to be Optimus, and more importantly, he could not be Optimus.
That is what makes him fascinating.
Watch season three of The Transformers now and what stands out is how unusually modern Rodimus feels. This is a leader consumed by self doubt. This is someone who understands that he inherited an impossible standard and feels crushed beneath it. He knows his troops compare him to Optimus. He knows the audience compares him to Optimus. Worst of all, he compares himself to Optimus. Episodes like âThe Burden Hardest to Bearâ are practically built around imposter syndrome decades before fandom regularly used that phrase.
And somehow this gets interpreted as whining.
I have never understood that criticism because leadership is often terrifying, especially when it is thrust upon someone who never truly asked for it. Rodimus did not spend years preparing to become the next great Autobot leader. He was a young soldier suddenly handed the Matrix and told that history now belonged to him. He was expected to lead veterans who had fought beside a legend. He was expected to embody the same calm certainty as someone who had decades more experience and a fundamentally different temperament.
Of course he struggled.
Frankly, I would argue Rodimus was ahead of his time. Modern genre fiction is filled with protagonists carrying burdens they are not sure they deserve. Jon Snow spends much of his story wrestling with leadership and responsibility. Optimus Primal frequently questions his decisions. Captain Benjamin Sisko was defined early on by reluctance and emotional scars. Even modern interpretations of heroes like Peter Parker often emphasize exhaustion and sacrifice over idealized confidence.
These characters are often praised for their humanity.
Rodimus was mocked for the exact same qualities because he arrived in a decade that largely expected heroic certainty, particularly in childrenâs entertainment. He was written with emotional vulnerability that felt out of place in 1986 but feels remarkably natural now.
There is also something deeply symbolic about the backlash. For many fans, Rodimus represented an uncomfortable truth they did not want to confront as children. Heroes do not live forever. Leadership transitions are messy. The next generation will not look exactly like the last one. Growing up means understanding that the people who inspired you will eventually leave, and someone younger, less experienced, and far more uncertain will have to carry that legacy forward.
That is not failure. That is life.
And perhaps that is why I have always found Rodimus more compelling as an adult than I did as a child. Optimus Prime is who we want leading us when we are children because he makes the world feel safe and ordered. Rodimus Prime is who many of us actually become as adults.
We inherit responsibilities we were not fully prepared for. We compare ourselves to giants who came before us. We wonder if we are enough. We make mistakes while trying to live up to impossible standards.
And then, if we are lucky, we grow into the role anyway.
itâs not weird to find fanfiction from 2021, or 2017, or 2014 that youâve never read and actually taking your time to read it.
itâs not weird to love it and comment and leave kudos because the author will probably still see it someday and it will make them happy.
itâs not weird to like said authorâs work so much that you want to go look for other fics from them.
itâs not weird to go through the authors profile and look for other fics from the ships you like (or maybe some that youâll give a chance because you liked the author) and maybe bookmark them for later.
itâs not weird to read these other fics and like them too and comment on them because you actually like them and you want to let the author know.
itâs not weird to read fanfiction from 5, or 8, or 10 years ago and actually enjoy and engage with it because itâs perfectly normal to relate to something thatâs less than a decade old!
letâs stop treating fanfiction like theyâre instagram posts that stop being interesting in 24 hours! fanfiction is NOT social media, fanfiction is art!!! and art doesnât get old in one day, one year, or even a decade!
read fanfiction! write fanfiction! comment on fanfiction! letâs not let fanculture die people!!!!!
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I wish you would write a fic where voltron/the team finds out about Keith's heritage while he knew all along.
Ohohoho, this is a spicy one!
I wrote this in the space of about thirty minutes so typos may exist.
WC: 642
âWhat do you mean you knew?â Lance was always loud, but he was especially so when he was shocked, offended, or angry. Right now he was all three.Â
Keith hunched his shoulders and fixed his eyes on his boots. His whole body ached after the beating heâd taken in the Trials and all he wanted was to tumble into bed and forget about all of it for a few blissful hours, but he could feel everyoneâs eyes cutting into himâ they werenât about to let him go.Â
Cornered like this, his words came out sharper than he wanted. âI mean when your dad gives you a weird glowing knife and tells you never to go to the doctor and then you can open DNA locks from the evil space empire youâre fighting you start to put things together.âÂ
Lance threw up his hands, and it was only through iron self control that Keith didnât flinch. âUnbelievable.âÂ
âThatâs why you wanted to go in so badly,â Pidge said, as a statement and not a question. Still, Keith nodded.Â
âI justâ needed to know if I was right.âÂ
âWhy didnât you say anything?â asked Hunk, and Keith couldnât bite back the bitter little chuckle that crawled up his throat.Â
âYeah, because that wouldâve gone over well. âHey guys, turns out I share DNA with the universe-conquering, planet-destroying, slave-holding empire that weâve been drafted into fighting. No hard feelings?ââÂ
He couldnât look at Allura. He certainly couldnât look at Shiro, far too afraid of seeing his impending exile on his face.Â
The second he first laid eyes on a Galra ship, he knew he was on borrowed time. Going into Blade HQ, he knew that time was up. That didnât make it any less terrifying; heâd survived the Trials, but who knew what Allura would doâ he couldnât even begin to think about what Shiro was about to do, now that he knew Keith had been lying to him all this time, that he was part of the Empire that had taken so much from him. Maybe it wouldâve been better if he hadnât made it back out of HQ.Â
âKeith,â the man himself said. Keithâs stomach dropped, and when Shiroâs metal fingers brushed over his shoulder, he couldnât contain the flinch.Â
âIâm sorry,â he mumbled to the floor, like it could do anything to stop the inevitable. âI shouldâve told you. I justâ I didnât want to make it worse.â Now, of course, it didnât matter. Shiro would still have to spend every waking moment knowing there was a Galra standing right next to him: assuming Allura let him stay.Â
Shiro said his name again, breathless and heartbroken, and Keith squeezed his eyes shut to hold back the tears. What right did he have to cry?Â
Shiro shifted, moving in front of him and settling both hands on Keithâs shoulders. He could probably feel how he was shaking. âHey. Itâs ok.âÂ
âItâs not ok!â His voice came out loud, too loud, and choked. âHow can you say that? After everything theyâve done to you, and to Alluraâ"
âMaybe you missed it,â Shiro interrupted calmly, far too calmly for the situation at hand, âbut Iâm the one who wanted to trust Ulaz, remember?âÂ
âY-yeah, but heâ he saved you.â He couldnât see any of the others when he opened his eyes again. All he could see was Shiro, and the painfully earnest expression on his face.Â
âSo did you.âÂ
That was the last straw. Keith lurched forward, planting his forehead against Shiroâs collarbone as the tears finally escaped.Â
Shiro didnât back away. He just wrapped Keith up in his arms and held him there.Â
âYou should hate me,â Keith mumbled into Shiroâs vest, the one that had once belonged to his father. Shiro chuckled, and the warm rumble in his chest was painfully familiar.Â