So, Yeah, Plato Was Definitely An Asexual. Stop Calling The Man Nave For Thinking Love Doesnt Require

so, yeah, Plato was definitely an asexual. Stop calling the man naïve for thinking love doesn’t require sex.

In other news, I will be commenting for the rest of the lecture.

You know, with so many of my bookmarks on AO3 disappearing, I think I’ll start leaving the title in my notes so if I have to, I can use the Wayback Machine to find it.

Facts my fandom brain and kinks did not need: platypus lay eggs, yet they still lactate. There are a whole host of what were previously mutually exclusive kinks that just became compatible.

What I should be doing: working on my paper.

What I could be doing: working on that review for my favorite fic.

What I’m actually doing: neither.

On fair Cang Qiong we set our scene. Shen Yuan is adjusting to being a Peak Lord, damn you very much System, and the hardest adjustment is not the hours of practice or the training of his disciples. (He’s never been healthy enough to consider teaching in his last life, but he knows how it’s done. No one escapes Popo’s teaching lessons. No excuses. (His disciples are quite distressed by the changes in what Shizun expects from them. Who needs to dodge razor sharp cloth while gracefully serving tea?! What did that last Qi deviation do?)) It is not taking refuge in obliviousness from his growing posse of interested would be lovers. It’s not even the cultivation that’s throwing him off.

It’s staying one gender even when splashed with water.

His last life had been as a sickly male child of a branch of the Chinese Amazon tribe, a disappointing descendant of the Godslayer. His fiery meimei had always been quick to defend him, remembering quite clearly that his already delicate health had been permanently damaged protecting her. Still, there had been certain expectations even he’d had to meet, especially because he’d inherited the family curse in full. Jusenkyo had never been one to let loose easily, and the Saotome line had struggled so hard and so often for escape and nearly managed it often enough the curse had sunk into their bones. Everyone in his family changed when touched by water. He was a lucky one to change into a human form, closely matched to his birth form. His meimei had retained her sex, but did gain apsects of a cat. His Dage was blessed with a white tiger alternate, while his er-ge had struggled with a positively Musk lion shift. And all of them were quietly grateful that their cousins had been the ones to deal with the duck shift.

The permanence of shape, species, and gender in everyone he knew was so very disconcerting. So it was almost a relief when that stupid Airplane accidentally nailed him with a curse of a particular nature. At last, something normal.

in my own house! @secret-engima @north-peach @wolfsrainrules @sanjuno