#sednamode

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The video in question of Horgan acting rationally and calmly:

I LOVE WINGSPAN HE’S MY FAVE FLEX FIGHTER

Dear Sedna,

Our sign ups opened on February 13th, almost a month ago. In that time, we’ve received asks from a few different sources.... An anon, and two anti-shippers. You can understand why we did not respond to those asks, especially given that the anon was very rude. We’re sure you know how hard it is to receive the same asks every time when they seem so ill-intentioned.

However, here is our stance on the art: The art is by a participant, and was offered to us by somebody excited to share their work. Hunk in the art in question is visibly older, a little more built than in canon, but still very much a big person. To call him skinny is blatantly disrespectful and well - incorrect! Could he be fatter? Yes. Is the artist in question constantly working on drawing chub, partially out of love for Hunk - yes. Her statement can be found here: https://caihonghoshi.tumblr.com/post/171739121928/these-are-all-pro-wrestlers-that-i-base-hunks  And we certainly haven’t disregarded the asks. We’ve actually gone out of our way to ask people in discords (and especially in the event’s discord) and whatnot on their opinions and mostly got “...Maybe? If you squint?” So, therefore, we have found the art well within the bounds of good taste and artistic liberty.

My question is, do you approach every event that uses fanart with the same questions? No doubt it could be raised that the Sheith Bouquet’s art seems to show Shiro with eyeliner rather than a monolid, since it’s in a chibi style; or the art for the Allura Reverse Bang seems to have Allura’s hair be oddly straight or her skin fairly light considering she is a black woman. (To clarify; we don’t think either of these are genuine complaints; but it requires about the same amount of stretching you’re currently doing.) Those events have been featured on your blog just fine. In fact, according to your mission statement in your about, and the answer you did on an ask you received some time ago:

This is not an anti-run event. It’s a ship inclusive event centered on a character - much like the Shiro Big Bang, Lance Flash Bang and Keith Big Bang, all of which have gotten plenty of coverage by QC. It’s not fair to change rules depending on what events are concerned (or, as we are starting to believe, what moderators are involved.)

This mission statement is entirely at odds with your ask, which comes two days before the end of signups. In fact, this mission statement comes after an earlier debacle where a mod had to contact a QC mod by DM to ask why we hadn’t yet been featured, only to be told, completely out of the blue, that we were being punished due to other people asking about it. We were also told by the mod in question that the people asking had all been on anon, which we later discovered was untrue; nearly all of them spoke to us later and said that they had not used anon and had never received private responses, either. Having this occur to us twice - never mind the treatment of one of our mods in several events run by QC mods and their friends - is stretching credibility that this ask is in good faith, especially since lightning never strikes twice in the same place.

IN ADDITION, it hasn’t gone unnoticed that while a certain amount of wait time is reasonable for a blog your size, events run by your moderators or the friends of your moderators never seem to run into this problem. Waiting until the final day to instruct us to find new art - to replace art of one of our participants for an issue that wasn’t apparently big enough for a moderator to actually mention to us - is manipulative and hypocritical. Either antis are the only ones you exclude, or they’re not; putting us in an impossible position when we just so happen to be an event that overlaps with one of your admins’ events is ridiculous.

So no, we will not be changing our art. We have used a diversity of art in our countdown and announcement posts, interspersed with edits. None of them have made Hunk skinny, and to accuse them of doing so is realistically no better than deciding that a 3-6 year age gap is pedophilia. If you would like to continue pretending that this is about fatphobia (even when 3 of the mods deal with fatphobia on a daily basis, with consequences on our health), you’re free to; but I suggest, if you love Hunk so much, letting us continue to promote an event that is one of the only gen-focused, Hunk-centric events in this fandom.

Or you can sink the event, and highly reduce your chances of getting more art of him in the first place since you’ve just told every artist out there that they’re not allowed to even try, and that your blog has now become a chamber of validation of “good” things and not a neutral list of events going on in the fandom. But honestly? We’re not going to let you.

😂😂😂😂😂😂 i may have choked on my chocolate milk lmao

[The Voltron Family] Eight years of dating and five years of marriage with Keith, Shiro considered himself a pro at hiding when he needed to take care of his own needs. As much as possible, he’d rather not Keith see it. However, he knew one day the inevitable would eventually happen. 

There Shiro was, in the bathtub, minding his own business—quietly as he could—when Keith barged into the bathroom… naked.

Keith looked too tired from work, he just went inside their glass shower—completely unaware of Shiro in the bathtub beside him. He turned around to close the glass door when he finally noticed what Shiro was doing.

Two pairs of eyes widened in realization, and then in panic.

“A-are you—” Keith stammered, hand still hovering at the handle, his eyes giving Shiro a quick once-over. 

Shiro nodded so slowly, he could feel his sweat dripping down his face. They just stared at each other, unable to move a single muscle.

“S-someone has—”

“Someone has to go, yes!” Shiro quickly interrupted.

Keith gulped, his face turning crimson. “Right, um. That should be me, I guess.”

“Yes, it should be you,” Shiro agreed, nodding way too enthusiastically. He just wanted this to be over. It was too embarrassing.

Keith nodded, getting out of the glass shower and grabbing a bathrobe to wrap himself with. As soon as the bathroom door closed, Shiro took a deep breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in.

God. What the hell?

“I’m sorry, Takashi,” came Keith’s voice on the other side. “I wasn’t aware.” He sounded too guilty and Shiro should be the one who should feel guilty.

“It’s okay, Keith. Don’t worry about it.”

“Takashi?”

“Yeah?”

“Um… uh, have fun?” Keith said with such uncertainty.

"No state of emergency has been declared yet, but police are advising everyone stay home and off the highways for the next day," the weatherman said, gesturing behind him to the green screened map of the area.  "Especially everywhere west of 70, where we think will get the highest amount of snow.  We had some melt today when we briefly went over freezing, and that's already begun hardening back into ice-"

The TV muted suddenly.  Starting, Hunk turned to frown at Keith.  "Hey!  I was listening to that."

"It's the same as it's been since before dinner," Keith replied.  "Nothing is going to change.  And even if they did suddenly say everything was fine, you wouldn't feel comfortable driving back this late and in these conditions."

Groaning, Hunk scrubbed over his face.  "I know," he admitted.  "I just-  You know how it is."

"You're better off closing the bakery anyway," Keith continued, settling next to Hunk.  "You said so yourself.  There won't be any customers when it's this nasty out."

"We have people who live close enough to walk," Hunk muttered back, but he nodded again.  He'd spent all of dinner talking himself into a storm over if he should chance driving back home from the orchard.  Normally, Hunk didn't even like night driving, and the conditions outside were far worse.  But even if the shop was doing better lately, it was still a blow to have to take days off.  Lance was salaried, so he wouldn't regret the day off, but Hunk still had to pay rent and he had supplies in the fridge that were going to go back if the power was out, and-

Sighing, Keith soothed a hand up and down Hunk's back.  "Hey.  It's okay.  I promise you, you'll be okay.  If you want, when it gets better, we'll drive back with you and help with anything you need.  Alright?  And you said yourself business has been good.  One day off won't hurt."

"But what if it's not just one day?"  Hunk muttered back.

"It's supposed to get up to 40 on Tuesday," Keith reminded.  "And by then, the plows will have gotten through.  We don't get multiple snow days in this area, you know that."

It was true, just-

There was no 'just'.  Hunk was working himself up for nothing.  He couldn't seem to help it.

So he held out his arms, silently asking.  

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“In my defense, you really did fit through most of the vents, just like I said you would.”

“Yes, but I’m stuck now.” Shiro knew he sounded whiny. He didn’t care. He wiggled his body as much as he could, but his shoulders were still jammed firmly into what was supposed to be an opening. Well, it didn’t count as an opening if it wasn’t open, which it wasn’t, because Shiro was jammed into it like a cork in a bottle.

Yeah, even his thoughts were whiny.

Pidge’s face contorted as she struggled not to laugh. She had flipped herself to face backward in the passage ahead and was tugging on Shiro’s shoulders, trying to free him while he pushed with his legs from behind. It wasn’t working. She didn’t have the right leverage, and with his arms trapped at his sides, he couldn’t get any kind of momentum.

They struggled for a few moments, grunting with effort, then both gave up at the same moment, going limp. The vent was getting too hot with both of them in there. And with Shiro blocking the passage of air.

“I could get Coran,” Pidge offered again. She had first suggested that option ten minutes ago, when Shiro had thought he might still have a chance to get out on his own. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

“Does it have to be Coran?” Shiro asked, weary just at the thought. “He’ll be all...cheerful about it. And he’ll pat my head and call me ‘little paladin,’ the way he does every time I get myself in trouble. I hate that.”

Pidge chewed her lip, but the corners of her mouth still curled in an irrepressible smile. “The only other option would be Hunk, and he would get even more stuck than you.”

Shiro blew out a huge, enormous sigh and gave up. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get Coran.”

Quiznak, he was never gonna live this down. He was never going to let Pidge talk him into helping her with a prank on Keith and Lance again.

Ahhhhh Sedna this is such a neat idea. You are not too late to the party, welcome, I am trying to get back into writing properly. 

“Listen, I’m walking blind here so describing the scenery wouldbe stellar,” Lance said, grippingtight to Hunk’s hand. Each step was treacherous, a swooping uncertainty thatbubbled in Lance’s stomach and left him jittery. But Hunk’s hand was warm, histouch sure. Lance trusted him unconditionally. Just – well, he wasn’t used tothe whole blindness thing yet.

Hunk drew them to a halt, one hand on Lance’s waist while theother still wrapped around his hand. “We’re just at the edge of the balconynow. Wanna try the other senses thing?”

Lance shrugged. “I don’t have anything better to do, sosure.”

The blindness was temporary, thankfully, but was part of thewhole trade-off for the alliance. The Ptisi required the five senses in order toperform a cleansing ritual for their planet. The loss of a sense had to beoffered willingly and, once completed, the alliance could be formed. Thankfullyit wasn’t just Lance left without a vital sense: Hunk had lost his sense oftaste; Shiro had given away touch. Pidge had given up hearing and Keith had offeredup smell. Lance had been left with sight and, as he’d pointed out multiple times, a sharpshooter losinghis sight was not just horrifying but wrong,thank you very much. Hunk’s assurance had helped.

The neat perks that came with temporarily losing a singlesense helped cement the rest.

Tightening his hold on Hunk, Lance breathed out and focusedon his other senses. The expansion of his other senses took a bit to get used to but he managed. He could pick up the quiet rattle of the kitchen staff onthe bottom floor, Keith and Shiro discussing the strange garden they’d wanderedinto, and the tip-tap of Pidge’s tablet as she typed. Allura and Coran were tuckedfurther into the castle, talking with the ruler of the Ptisi and xir DivineOne. Reeling in that sense, Lance flung out another. The scents that flooded himwere exotic and varied wildly from pleasant to repulsive. He quickly nixed thatone. Taste didn’t do much except make him hyper aware of the spices Hunk hadused in their breakfast this morning.

Touch was horrifying.

The calluses on Hunk’s hands were far more pronounced, wellworn and remade from years fiddling and tinkering with machinery. The finehairs on his thumb prickled against Lance’s touch. The cotton of Lance’s shirtrubbed harsh against his skin, made worse by the hold Hunk had on him. Each pointof contact was magnified ten times, one hundred times, a thousand times. When Lancefinally managed to yank himself back on task, he was gasping, shivering fromthe sensation, and scrambled at his jacket until it fell to the floor.

“Hey, whoa, hey. Lance,” Hunk called, his palms cradlingLance’s cheeks. Lance clung to him, sucking in a sharp breath as a full shudderwracked his body. That had been the worst.Hunk called his name again, a worried lilt to the end of Lance’s name, andLance swallowed hard.

“I’m okay. Don’t try touch though, just don’t. That shit is horrible.”  

Hunk laughed, dipping his forehead against Lance’s. Lancebreathed out again, tentatively increasing his hearing so he could pick up onHunk’s heartbeat. It soothed the still crawling tingle that prickled Lance’sskin. Smiling, Lance closed his eyes, trading darkness for darkness, and relaxed. Normal touch was fine for him, thanks. Hunk’s touch was better anyway.