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I submitted my story over to Harper Voyager this morning for their open call. Scared? YOU BET I AM! *anxious feelings of anxiousness go!* But now that the story is done, I can look at other places too, and agents, and just… OH GOD I’M TRYING TO DO THIS THING!
Hey, this post may contain sexually explicit content, so we’ve hidden it from public view.
Today (oops, yesterday, it’s after midnight) is/was “National Coming Out Day.” I already posted some long emotional blar blar on my facebook, so I decided to do something a bit more fun on tumblr.
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Yosuke Hanamura discovers that today is “National Coming Out Day” thanks to the powers of the internet. Being the awesome friend that he is, he tells Kanji Tatsumi about this day, because if anyone needs to “come out” it’s him. Not that Yosuke has a problem with it, the two have been through too much for a little thing like sexual preferences to get to him anymore.
Besides, he had mostly been joking.
And double besides… there’s a certain someone he…
… but this isn’t about him, o.k.?! This is about Kanji and coming out!
So he tells Kanji about “coming out,” how it’s when you stop hiding and… yeah, just come out already, Kanji, he says.
Kanji mentions that, um, duh, he had already done that before. Shadow? Bathhouse? All that flamboyant jazz? He’s been there, done that, and has made plenty of plushies for his mother’s shop to show for it.
But this is different, Yosuke says, that was inside the T.V.
So Kanji takes a deep breath and does it.
He comes out.
… and… tells Naoto Shirogane that he has a crush on her.
He tells her how it’s “National Coming Out Day… or whatever the hell.” It’s a day to stop hiding, and thus, he stops hiding, and nervously waits for some sort of reaction.
The logical part of Naoto wants to explain to Kanji what the day really means. However, the way he shifts from one foot to the other is a bit endearing. She supposes that, deep down, Kanji sort of has the meaning of the day correct. He isn’t hiding his feelings – though, if she thinks about it, had he really been hiding them? The blushing, the stuttering, it was all out in the open.
So perhaps… she is the one who needs to come out.
So she smiles and comes out with him.
Yosuke sighs, once again marveling over how Kanji can be so dense sometimes. But hey, Naoto is kinda a boy, right? So Yosuke considers the day to be a success.
This is from the slut walk. One of the arguments is that girls ask for rape because they wear slutty clothes, short skirts, tight, low-cut tops. This girl is an example of the fact that rape victims can look like anyone, you, me, this girl. Rapists. Dont. Discriminate.
I promised a long time ago that I’d reblog this whenever I saw it on my dash. No regrets, it breaks my heart every single time.
an incredibly important message, rape is rape. no one is ever asking for it. a woman has the right to dress how ever they want - it is society that identifies risque dressing as ‘asking for it’, and in my opinion, that way of thinking needs to be diminished.
Always, always reblog.
Doesn’t matter what your blog is about. Forever reblog.
Reblogging for around the 100th time
This. Just… this!
You know what the really heartbreaking thing is? Some girls actually BELIEVE that it’s THEIR FAULT if they dress a certain way. I was in class once, back in college for Women’s Studies, and we were reading a story about this woman on a very long road trip. In the middle of the trip she decided to take off her bra (under her shirt, so no one could see her do it) because, you know, 12 hours? Driving? Yeah, she wanted to be comfortable. She went into a gas station, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, and some creep decided to not only follow her out of the gas station, but when she drove off he followed her in his car.
One of the girls said, and I quote, “She should’ve been wearing a bra.”
All of us stared at her, including my teacher – who was normally pretty laid back but I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to flip out on this girl, but forced herself to keep it inside since, you know, she’s the teacher.
But… really? Should’ve been wearing a bra? So even underwear constitutes rape now? So what, if someone breaks into some woman’s house while she’s sleeping and rapes her, you’re going to say, “Well if she had a bra on under my nightshirt…"Every time I see the whole "Short skirt = rape” argument I think of that story, because… really? Honestly? But the scary part is that that conversation in class showed me that it’s not just men who think like that, but women do too. Maybe not that many (GOD I hope not that many) but, just hearing it from one girl was scary enough to me.
But this picture right here says it all. It’s not about the clothes you wear at all. Rape is rape. It’s terrible, no matter how you’re dressed, or where you’re walking at night, or anything like that.
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These are getting kind of long now, putting it behind a cut :) Souji and Yosuke feelings, ahoy!
In which gender and sexuality debates of Kanji and Naoto are turned upside down, right-side up, and every which way they can be. Behind a cut for naughty thoughts. Guest appearances by other Persona characters, too.
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Note: maybe, someday when life isn’t terribly busy, I can transform these into lovely fics. For now, this is all I have, though people seem to like them :)
Naoto Shirogane is actually one hundred and ten percent aware of Kanji Tatsumi’s crush on her. She is a detective, after all, and has researched things like dating, and romance, and matters of the heart. That’s how she knows that she has no time for such things, as she told senpai after receiving a love letter in her locker. Such things are much too time consuming, and she has cases to solve – one in particular involving televisions and murders.
However…
Deep down, she knows that such logic is an excuse to hide the truth of the matter: she rather likes Kanji Tatsumi, too, in more than a teammate sort of relationship. Granted, he is extremely reliable in battle, but her feelings are past that point. It’s hard not to notice someone who thinks the world of you, especially if said person would pretty much do anything for you. Facing a crazy shadow of yourself? Sure. Catching you when you fall? Absolutely. Comfort you when you blame yourself for the injuries of a young child? Definitely. Standing by your side when facing a psychotic cop? Hell yes.
So she likes him. You know, likes him, as a normal teenage girl would say, but truthfully, she has no idea what to say to him. His flustered mannerisms over her mere presence, in turn, makes her flustered. She can’t help but feel flattered and left at a lose for words – especially since his feelings started back when he believed her to be male. They haven’t changed since that day, and he holds her on such a high pedestal that she’s worried that she’ll say the wrong thing and botch it all up.
Though how much could she botch things up when he, in fact, did see her at her very worst?
So once senpai left she wanted to try, but the words were always trapped in her throat. Then, suddenly, it was Golden Week and she had received a call for a case. Said case somehow led her back to the beginning, back inside the T.V., and much to her heart’s dismay she had to face Kanji in ways she hadn’t wanted to. But he had said something important, told her that she was much too formal with him.
Shadow or not, there was some truth to those words, so when that adventure ends Naoto decides to, finally, do something. Less formal, he says?
A kiss is not formal at all.
And that is exactly what she does, give or take a blush or two, and Kanji is more than happy to be informal right along with her.
Naoto Shirogane likes things neat, tidy, organized, and all that jazz. She likes things to be consistent – not predictable, per say, she just likes to have a steady routine, especially at home.
This all changed when meeting Kanji Tatsumi, and it – to this day – drives her nuts.
It’s not that Kanji is unorganized, far from it actually. He’s actually very organized, especially when it comes to his sewing. The threads are put away in their own spot, the fabric is folded, things like that. Granted, the area around his sewing machine can get messy – especially when he’s sewing – but Naoto is the same way with her cases. Books, folders, all of that is scattered about in its own spot, but she knows where everything is and that’s all that matters.
What drives her nuts about Kanji is that, even after all this time, he still leaves her emotions in disarray.
Naoto Shirogane is under the impression that you’re supposed to love your husband. Til death do you part, all that stuff, and she does, in fact, love Kanji Tatsumi. But it’s never consistent feelings. One day, she’ll love him. One day, she’ll be angry with him. Sad, happy, turned on, and it’s never the same, it’s never organized. Just because she loved him last Wednesday doesn’t mean she isn’t going to be exasperated with him this coming Saturday.
But he just smiles, tells her something like that’s how marriage goes and gently kisses her on the lips. And in the end she smiles, because in the end the gentle pitter patter of her heart never goes away when his lips touch hers.