#•i’ve given up on captioning this i’m emotional•

[hotmessmaxpress]

Pecco x Bezz where they take their trash talking too far.

Bezz says something teetering on the edge of mean, and Pecco comes back with a comment that basically stabs Bezz right between the ribs (idk what— I think realistically based on how mean they are to each other while joking it would take a lot for Bezz to take it personally but let’s pretend).

Something that makes Bezz truly believe Pecco thinks he’s washed; that he’s a bad rider, that he’s Vale’s least favorite. Maybe that Bezz made a mistake staying at VR46 and that now he’ll never win a championship. Idk but something that makes Bezz physically recoil. He just stares blankly at Pecco, before hurt colors his features and he takes a step back.

“Bezz—“ Pecco, says, already winding up to defend himself. “I was just—“

But Bezz is clearly already hurt. He shakes his head, waving his hands, and turns away. He walks away, busying himself with something Pecco knows isn’t a pressing emergency. He lets him go, though, lets him take his space while he’s upset. He’ll apologize later, and they’ll get drunk at Bezz’s house on the back terrace while Rubik chases after a ball. Bezz will make a comment about Pecco not driving that is close to being hurtful but Pecco will give him a free pass. He’ll sleep on the couch. They’ll be fine.

Only, that doesn’t happen. Bezz finds excuses not to speak to him, and he acts like he thinks Pecco won’t notice, but he does. Bezz is such a part of his weekly routine that when Bezz removes himself from that it’s like a missing limb. It’s like he’s woken up in an alternate universe; one where Bezz never joined the academy and attached himself to Pecco’s side.

Still, Pecco gives him space. He ignores when Bezz shares sad songs on his Instagram. Ignores the sad photo and caption: “Chissa com è che ti sogno ancora abbracciata a me la notte.”

It’s not until the following race weekend that Pecco realizes how well and truly he’s fucked up. It’s like Bezz isn’t even present— normally they are attached at the hip, causing trouble together during media and happily bickering back and forth. Today, nothing. Pecco only glimpses Bezz as he disappears around corners or walks away, like Bezz is a ghost determined to haunt him from afar.

Vale notices, but doesn’t comment on it. Pecco just sees the dissatisfied look on his face when he sees the way Bezz avoids him, and Pecco knows that it’s gone too far. He basically breaks into Bezz’s motorhome, and waits for him until he comes in at the end of the day.

It breaks his heart to see the way Bezz enters and nearly leaves again when he sees Pecco.

“No, Bezz, please,” he says. “Stay.”

Bezz stays, but skirts around him to sit down. He clearly leaves as much space as possible between the two of them.

Pecco has given him enough space.

He sits down right next to Bezz, nearly in his space, and looks at him with worried eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he says, earnestly. “What I said was wrong, and mean. I didn’t mean it and I’ve upset you and I’m sorry.”

Bezz doesn’t speak, but Pecco watches emotion cross his face before he nods.

“Okay,” Bezz says.

“Okay?” Pecco asks, suspiciously. Bezz had been angsty for a week— Pecco finds it hard to believe all is fixed with an apology.

Bezz shrugs and looks away. Ah. Not fixed.

Pecco can’t stand the thought of Bezz being apart from him any longer. He’s given him time and space but now he’s finished. He needs Bezz; needs his annoying comments and his trash talk and the way he hugs him with his face in his neck so his curls tickle Pecco’s nose. He isn’t going to leave until he can make Bezz happy with him again. Even angry would be better than this avoidance.

“Bezz. Marco. Please. Tell me how to make you feel better. I am sorry. Do you want me to carry your things? Make you food? Well, get you food, I guess, I don’t think me making it would make you better. Do you want me to clean your room?” He asks, gesturing around. “I’ll do it. Whatever you want. Just please stop ignoring me.”

As he talks, he sees Marco look down. Is that- is he smiling?

He pauses, suspicious, and then Bezz breaks. He giggles once, and manages to look up and meet Pecco’s eyes before he starts laughing.

Pecco gapes at him.

“You really begged to clean for me? All because I was mad at you? I should be mad at you more often,” Bezz says between giggles.

Pecco jumps him, tackling him to the sofa and messing up his hair as Bezz tries to fight him off. They wrestle on the sofa until Pecco manages to get on top of him.

“I thought you were mad at me! I thought you were never going to forgive me, you dickhead!”

Bezz giggles, grabbing Pecco’s wrists.

“I was mad! You hurt my feelings. But when you apologized it made me feel better. I was going to tell you that I forgive you but when you started begging it was just too funny.”

Pecco wants to punch him on the mouth.

He doesn’t think, just blinks in one moment and in the next he’s leaned down to press his lips to Bezz’s. Bezz makes a contented noise and releases his wrists, and Pecco’s hands find their way to Bezz’s jaw. The other man’s hands find their way to his hips.

They kiss long and deep, like they’ve done this a million times. It feels normal, especially after the last week of being Bezz-free. It’s like the world was thrown off its axis and has now returned, everything right-side-up again.

When they pull apart and Pecco stares down at him with wide eyes, Bezz grins.

“That wasn’t a joke, right?”

Pecco shakes his head. “No, not a joke.”

“Good,” Bezz beams, then pulls him down to his lips once more.

#when you make your homie mad and the only way to fix it is to finally accept your homoerotic feelings #this was 5% Bezz being hurt and then 95% his commitment to the bit #he really said ‘he said something mean so I’ll terrorize him until he’s in love with me’ #bezz x pecco #bezz/pecco #marco bezzecchi #pecco bagnaia #mb72 #pb63 #beznaia

[is-the-rat-vid-cute]

[Video ID: A TikTok video by user bethabiff. The audio is “Alice in Wonderland” by Joanna. The video shows two rats outside in a playpen, on grass. One of the rats is black hooded and the other is a hooded brown rat. The black hooded rat is being stroked by the person filming, and as he is being stroked, his tail is wagging. /end ID]

Rating: Not Cute

As I have discussed many times on this blog, bringing rats outdoors is not safe. Even in a playpen that is mostly covered like this one, the possibility of parasites, bacteria, pesticides, or ingesting toxic plants is still an issue. There is also the fact that rats are incredibly good at burrowing, and could easily dig underneath the playpen and escape.

Tail wagging is a normal behavior for rats and is often indicative of a strong emotion. Some rats do it when they’re being pet to show that they’re happy or content, and some rats do it when they’re territorial or angry as a way to get that energy out or warn others of their displeasure. Not every rat does it, but if you come across a rat that tail wags it’s not anything to be concerned about.

In this specific case, I also want to note the follow-up video that was made after the original post. I am unable to add a second video to this post, but the link is here: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRYtBF8U/?k=1 I will also put a video description at the bottom of the post.

This video confirms some more issues with the husbandry in the previous video. In the caption of the first video, the OP mentions Emile being upset that he had gotten attacked by another rat named Bruno. In the follow-up video, Bruno is showed wandering around the playpen with the other rats, and the OP mentions that he is being neutered soon. However, hormonally aggressive rats NEED to be separated from cagemates until at least 4-8 weeks after a neuter. Any time before then, they are capable of biting hard enough to kill another rat or cause severe nerve damage to humans. It’s an unnecessary risk and is unfair for the other rats.

Additionally, this comment was pinned under the second video:

[image ID: a TikTok comment by user bethabiff, the creator of the video that the comment was pinned on. The comment says, “Dear TT vets: I know the risks for my area, I take precautions, I’ve owned rats for most of my life, I work at a vet. [thumbs up emoji] /end ID]

Unfortunately these are pretty empty statements. Knowing the risks but choosing to put your animals lives in danger for “cute videos” frankly isn’t a responsible or ethical thing to do. I’m also curious what precautions they take against risks like parasites or bacteria, since rats cannot be vaccinated or given preventative parasite treatment like dogs or cats can. And honestly, owning rats most of your life or even “working at a vet” doesn’t necessarily mean you know best. I’ve had supposed exotic vets tell me flat out incorrect advice, that I knew was incorrect because I had read the scientific studies about the condition beforehand. And experience does not equate to expertise, especially if you don’t update your husbandry as new information comes out. Regardless, “knowing the risks” and still presenting bringing rats outdoors is irresponsible and encouraging other people to get a playpen and try it out for themself shows either a lack of actual knowledge, or a lack of care for the animals involved in these practices in favor of views and “cute” content.

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[Video ID: A TikTok video by user bethabiff. In the video, bethabiff is replying to a question by user imactuallykira who asks, “what do you use to keep them contained outside[?] i wanna let my ratties play in the grass [pleading face emoji]”

During the video, the OP is speaking while three rats run around in the same playpen on the grass as the previous video. In addition to the two hooded rats, there is also a solid-colored brown rat visible. They wander around the playpen grooming themselves, digging, and eating grass during the course of the video.

The audio of the video is as follows: “I got that question a lot, so let me tell you where I got this pen. I got it where you get all good things in life: Amazon. I just search ‘small creature plastic playpen’ and that’s what it looks like. In the picture, it looks like a big rectangle one with no lid. And that’s because you can kind of customize it once like, all the panels come, you can put them together and make it any way you want. You can get multiple - like two different shipments - and put them on again and make a really big one, but the one kind of fits my need, and they like it a lot.

Also regarding the tail wagging, people were asking why he was doing it, and the honest answer to that is I’m not a hundred percent sure. So, rats can wag their tails for multiple different reasons: happy, sad, nervous, angry. And I think in this - in the case of the video, he was both a little upset and happy. Happy that I was petting him, but also sad that he just got attacked by Bruno. So I think he was doing that for a little bit of both, but he really seemed to like it, and he’s a sweet little angel baby. Bruno on the other hand is a little hormone monster, and he’s getting neutered on Monday everybody, so that’ll be great. And Bambi’s just pretty chill. Aren’t you Bambi? Yeah anyways, thanks for making Emile the star he is. Yeah, you gonna wag one more time for the folks at home? [The OP starts petting Emile, and he wags his tail again.] Oh my god you actually did. Oh my god yes Emile. Bruno get out of here.” /end ID]

#is the rat vid cute #rating: not cute #rats outdoors #aggression

[bisluthq]

Idk if I necessarily believe in soulmates or having “one true forever love” but i get the sense that joe will kinda be tays roman empire just in the sense that that relationship was so formative and life changing for her and taught her nearly everything she knows about love

Like idc the person you taught you that love is golden is gonna be something you carry with you in the rest of your relationships and i mean she wrote most prolifically when he was her muse

Im struggling to articulate myself lmfao like I’m not saying she’ll never move on from him but I kinda feel like Leonard and Marianne vibes with them

Toe had a beautiful love that i think can always be appreciated for what is was tbh ❤️

I’ve actually always compared them to Leonard and Marianne tbh and I hope they get back on the kinds of speaking terms those two were. They had deep love for each other - as Joe and Taylor did - and when they were no longer in love they still cared and I think that’s why Marianne songs are so much better than many of Leonard’s other songs (I mean not that any Leonard song is especially bad). They truly embodied I like you and I love you idk. Y’all know I’ve read like every Leonard biography ever and think that he’s fascinating lmao. I’ve read like Hydra deep dives, I’ve read the big one about him, I’ve read all sorts of shit and I’ve read all the stuff he wrote himself.

here’s where I will contradict u tho - I’ve given two separate people Leonard poetry collections and captioned them as “to my Marianne” and one was to my HS ex who was a boy and one was to my gf of a long time and both loved it and they were different collections but point is idk if Leonard and Marianne even were Leonard and Marianne lol. I think they were people who stayed in touch and continued to care. In which case, I captioned those books correctly as I’m in touch with both and do care lol.

I think Joe was pivotal and important but unless they get back in touch he wasn’t really her Marianne lol and you can have many Mariannes and like idk emotions are complex and I sure as shit don’t believe in soulmates.

except maybe with my one cat lol like that weird ass fat bitch is 100% my soulmate and it’s her and me, that’s our whole world lol. We’ve seen people (and other cats and as we know dogs) come and go but her and I stay when it’s hard and it’s wrong and we’re making mistakes because I want her midnights but I’ll be cleaning up her weird lizards she caught and brought inside on New Year’s Day 😂

[cheri-cheri]

[Love and Deep Space - Conversation with Qi Yu]

Caption: 

After gathering information from various sources, we visited Mo Art Studio at times during which we were more likely to see Qi Yu. One early morning in White Sand Bay, we met Qi Yu, who had just spent the whole night completing a painting. He seemed to be in a good mood and accepted our interview.

It’s rare to see an art gallery by the seaside, and it’s almost never open to the public. What unique considerations prompted Qi Yu’s selection of this location? Given his rich travelling experiences to foreign countries, why does he choose to only travel by boat? Since this is a rare opportunity, let’s have a face-to-face conversation with Qi Yu in this newsletter interview!

✧ Conversation with: Shen Xinghui l Li Shen

Interviewer: Mr Qi, I’m very grateful that you accepted this interview for our magazine. Why don’t we begin with a greeting to the readers?

Qi Yu: Hello everyone, I’m Qi Yu. The “Qi” in “Qi Yu” and the “Yu” in “Qi Yu”. Ah, do I need to introduce myself further? Hm... my age? 24. As for my occupation, I guess I count as an artist. Mm, that’s it.

Interviewer: After returning to the country, why did you situate your art gallery in White Sand Bay in Lingkong City?

Qi Yu: The ocean here gives me a sense of familiarity. I like it very much.

Interviewer: But your art gallery is almost never open to the public. Is there a reason for this?

Qi Yu: Most of the time, my paintings are expressions of my inner feelings. I don’t like to have strangers entering and leaving my heart.

Interviewer: What’s the biggest influence that studying in a foreign country brought to you?

Qi Yu: I was exposed to many different styles of art. But what I miss most is the seafood... I once visited a fishing village on an island in the sea. Did you know that they use leaves from local trees to prepare lobsters? They’d wrap it up, then... #@$%!#$^$%&@...

[ Ten minutes later ]

Qi Yu: I’ve never eaten a more delicious lobster since then. I couldn’t find the location of that island either. Sigh...

Interviewer: Mr Qi, do you enjoy travelling?

Qi Yu: Not really. But I’ve been to almost every location that can be reached by  boat.

Interviewer: Do you take boats because you’re afraid of planes?

Qi Yu: Things that go against gravity violate nature! Instead of leaving myself to a bundle of air, I’d rather walk... [clears throat] What’s the next question?

Interviewer: Artists have to deal with detailed emotions. May I know what kind of a person you are in relationships and whether you're more proactive or passive?

Qi Yu: A small and passive fish not only misses out on small shrimps, but will also be gobbled up completely by a bigger fish. Instead of being chosen, you can only get what you want if you take the initiative. Isn’t that right?

Interviewer: I heard that you just spent a month in isolation to create art. Do you have any upcoming plans?

Qi Yu: Plans? To collect newly arrived lapis lazuli, order some new painting materials... That hermit crab on the beach is about to have its third birthday... [stomach grumbles] You’re hungry.

Interviewer: Your stomach’s grumbling.

Qi Yu: Oh? Oh... I think I forgot to eat. Do you have any other questions? I plan to head off for a meal now.

Interviewer: Lastly, Mr Shen, do you have anything to say to our readers?

Qi Yu: Mm... There’s no need to pay much attention to me. There’s also no need to specially pay attention to my works. Life is very difficult to come by, so paint the colours which belong to you.

The article contains the same content as what’s translated above~

#love and deep space #I wasn't expecting Qi Yu to have this personality from the very first PV hnghn #A UNIQUE LAD

[plushdragon-art]

hi all !! i’m starting to post my art here because instagram’s captions were too short for this post specifically, and i imagine i may get similarly carried away in the future. i primarily make mlp nextgens right now. thanks for stopping by!

anyway, IT’S TILLYYYY !!! buckle up because she’s got a LOT going on

when i first designed this character in high school, i didn’t draw her mouth because i didn’t want to ruin the drawing with eraser marks (expressions are hard to nail on the first try, at least for me). this sparked an idea: i thought tilly should be non-verbal, at least in part.

since then, i’ve done some research, and i’ve settled on tilly being selectively mute. selective mutism is basically when someone cannot speak in certain situations due to overwhelm, anxiety, etc. it is sometimes referred to as situational mutism, which is the term i will be using going forward.

often, someone with situational mutism is only comfortable speaking with their immediate family. they may (or may not) also have trouble showing their emotions, which happens to fit with my image of tilly as well (again, based on them not originally having a mouth lol). part of me thinks that perhaps tilly has a stutter as well, which adds to their anxiety around speech. however, this stutter would disappear when singing.

tilly first started really paying attention to singing when they were given music therapy as a child in order to combat her situational mutism. she found that it was the best way for her to express herself to others. music made her feel safe and comfortable when nothing else did. her special talent is not just being a competent singer, but specifically singing with the intention of conveying and imbuing emotions. i haven’t yet decided if she occasionally uses magic to enhance the effects of her songs. probably?

i have an image in my head of tilly being flown by pegasi above a battlefield to sing to her people to boost morale and motivate them towards victory.

it’s quite unfortunate for a royal to be unable to speak to their people, but Tilly has managed well. they are seen as a steadfast symbol of strength, unaffected by even the direst of circumstances (when, in truth, they are constantly petrified). Tilly also serves as an ideal of innocence; she is, after all, the youngest in her family. her unchanged visage in the face of crisis is what everyone hopes for their own foals, to be shielded from tragedy. in a sense, the day tilly cries is the day hope dies. that may or may not be a saying among the crystal empire’s denizens lol.

tilly is present at basically every festival and royal function, which they hate, but they do get to sing for everyone, which evens things out a little. virtually no one outside the royal family knows about Tilly’s condition, primarily because she’s embarrassed about it and would rather it not be mentioned. one day, i think they’ll grow out of this mindset.

but i haven’t even gotten to the coolest part !!! did u know tilly is a Bad Bitch

what i mean by this is that Tilly studies dark magic. nOw she’s not evil (yet), she’s just very curious, and surprisingly pragmatic. she’s gotten very begrudging permission from her parents to do this, entirely because she made some really good points.

Tilly has been told their whole life that dark magic is bad, but few of their instructors could concretely answer why, or how it works, or what can be done to stop it (other than maybe wait for the princesses to figure something out on a case-by-case basis). this was unsatisfactory. Tilly knew that, if dark magic was ever to be safeguarded against, it must be understood, and that would never happen so long as it remained taboo to even THINK about.

so, Tilly wrote up and presented a proposal to their parents. it was challenging to get them to even consider it. after all, the whole Sombra incident had left Cadence and Shining Armor quite untrustful of dark magic. still, they couldn’t ignore how much work and thought Tilly had put into this idea, and although they liked to baby her, they had to admit that she was incredibly observant and intelligent. she had a point.

Tilly started off small, only allowed to study this magic with supervision from their aunt, Twilight. eventually, Tilly would be permitted to study on their own. their insights would prove invaluable over time. one day, i think Tilly will officially be the head royal advisor, a title not often taken up by anyone of the royal family.

i’m not sure how the dark magic will affect her. i think they do a lot of journaling in order to sort out their thoughts and keep sane. their extreme anxiety might make them easily corruptible, but they’re also smart enough to know better than to give in to the magic, so it might balance out. she definitely knows when to take a break.

i briefly considered that perhaps Tilly would be nonverbal because dark magic had removed their mouth, which would be very in line with her original design, but i thought that would be a poor choice. still, i think Tilly probably has a non-zero number of dark magic-induced nightmares in which she has no mouth, which are scary for her, but she can’t help but think “gee, how deep, i wonder what THAT dream was about” when she wakes.

that’s Tilly !! i love them, thank u for reading :)

#mlp #mlp oc #fim #mlp fim #mlp nextgen #nextgen #nextgen oc #mlp nextgen oc #mlp fankid #fankid #pony oc #pony artist #pony art #original character #oc #mlp art #fanart #fan art #unicorn oc #unicorn #mlp fanfic #shiningcadance nextgen #shining armor cadance

[junipercandy]

Instagram Journal Day : 14 🪷 Happy Wednesday my dudes 🫶🏻 A full month has gone by and I have sort of shimmied off of my social media. It’s been a full month since I’ve made an actual IG post on my main and it’s been a while since I’ve sat down and filmed an actual wedgie video for YouTube. August has been an EMOTIONAL one - but all good things. 🪴 I have been dedicating more time taking care of my self and I have found that learning about my astrology along with Buddhist Psychology has given me more answers than any doctor has when it comes to my mental health (or quite literally anything to be frank). 💐 With that being said, I knew August would be a month full of personal growth. I wish it was as luxurious as it sounds. But I’m talking internally growing. Which is scary because growing up I wasn’t shown how to process my feelings. 🫠 I had to take care of my parent as she was going through a painful divorce. I didn’t really know how hone in and feel my feels and let them go until recently. When I was younger I had to grow up quickly due to being raised in an abusive household. That resulted in alot of childhood wounds that are ready to be healed and I have been tending to my broken heart that I have neglected to heal all my life. Healing a heart requires a lot of time and energy. ❤️‍🩹 Thank you for allowing me time off! 🤗 - IG said my caption was too long so I’m finishing In the comments! - (at Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch8cGftjwmE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theblycos]

Carson and Malone: The Beginning

Carson and Malone had always been the best of friends, even through the tough moments of growing up they had always been close. Even through both had two different personalities, Malone being a more outgoing guy and Carson being more shy. And being different species as well, the two were the bestest of friends and nothing could break them apart. Carson being a light brown spotted anthropomorphic fox and Malone being a Dark Gray anthropomorphic salamander.

The beginning of high school was the first moment that things changed for Carson. Carson for the past few summers, has been going to summer camp. There he met new friends and even a friend he’s really enjoyed talking to and hanging out with, even outside of came. Thomas, was gay, and Carson was curious about Thomas’ experience as Carson was a bit confused about his sexuality.

After camp that summer, Alex had gone to his friend group and came out to them that he was dating someone named Mike from camp. They were a bit surprised but were overly supportive and happy for Carson. Malone was happy for Carson too! But after a month goes by, Carson slowly grew more sad and emotional as Mike had completely ghosted him. Not responding to any text. Carson had texted Thomas, and Mike and Thomas went to the same school. To his horror, Thomas had replied that Mike was in a relationship with someone. And sent a photo he posted with a caption that hurt Carson even more; ‘Me and my first ever BF!’

‘I’m sorry he did that to you Carson, are you okay?’ Thomas 12:27am.

Carson was heart broken. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. All that time spent together? That night he was locked out of his cabin and Thomas inviting him to stay in his cabin and sleeping in the same bed? That all meant nothing? Carson cried for awhile until he grabbed his phone again and scrolled to a certain name.

‘It’s over, he did ghost me’ - Carson 1:20am

Carson didn’t expect a text back as it was pretty late, so he turned his phone off and curled in his blankets sobbing to himself. A mess of self loathing and mind spiraling. *Ding!* Carson snapped out of his spiraling, and slowly grabbed his phone and turned it on, peeking through the layer of tears over his eyes.

‘What? I’m sorry Carson. How do you know did he finally message you?’ Malone 1:24am

‘I messaged my friend from camp, he said he’s dating someone else now’ 1:25am.

Carson’s fingers started to get shaky.

‘I’m so sorry Carson. Fuck I’d come over to be there for you but my parents are still awake..’ Malone 1:26am

‘It’s okay dw rn, I feel horrible, I’ve been so obsessed with waiting for responses I’m a fucking loser’ Carson 1:28am

‘You are not a loser Carson! That guys just a dick. Fuck him. You didn’t deserve to be dumped like that. You’re a great guy Carson.’ Malone 1:29am

Carson agreed but it didn’t feel like it at the time. His heart felt shattered and torn up. Sure it was a high school relationship and those never really work out, but it was different for him, Carson had thought. Maybe it was the distance between them? Maybe it was just a fling during camp? Camp was boring enough, maybe it was just a way to have fun. He was never given an answer at the time for why, which made him more miserable than before.

Carson was already going to therapy for a previous incident, so the break up became the main focus of their talks for a long time. He had eventually told his mom and her awesome boyfriend Rodney that he was gay and got dumped. He didn’t care if they supported or not, but he was happy to see they were both supportive of him, and even took him out for pizza.

Flash forward to Junior year of High School. Carson and Malone’s friendship had shifted a little bit this year. It was Miguel’s birthday, Malone’s best reptilian friend, and being the rich guy of the group, took everyone out on his yacht for a fun party!

At one point during the night Malone had disappeared, and Carson noticed. He looked around the whole yacht and eventually found Malone crying at front of the yacht. He walked up to Malone slowly and gently asked what was wrong. It hurt Carson to see Malone so upset by something, he had always seen Malone always so positive and happy.

“My parents they uh, had admitted that me and Quinn were mistakes. They especially didn’t want me.” Malone looked out into the massive lake as he spoke.

Carson had no idea how to respond to that, but he had to, obviously. Malone had always been there to make him feel better, so it’s time for Carson to do the same. He had sat down beside Malone and talked.

Eventually saying something that would get Malone to feel a bit better, “Well, I’m glad you were born, Malone. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.”

Malone had chuckled a little while tearing up, and quickly came in and hugged Carson tightly, and he hugged back. They held a hug for a good minute.

“I’m glad too.” Malone whispered.

After that day, everything seemed to be okay again in their lives. They eventually graduated high school together happy as can be, both heading to the same community college together as well. Most of their friends had moved or went to other colleges, but Carson and Malone agreed to apply to the same Community college before transferring to a University. As best friends do. Malone wanted to become a professional baker and chef, while Carson wanted to become a painter. He had a few years of experience as well. But life had other plans. When one day Malone had introduced someone to Carson that made his heart sink.

“Hey Carson! I wanted to introduce you to Courtney! We started dating today! She’s amazing! Courtney, this is Alex. Alex this is Courtney!” Malone smiled as he had his arm around this beige colored anthropomorphic rabbit.

‘DATING?!’ Carson screamed in his mind.

#gay furry #oc story #gay story #chapter1ofsorts #gayfurry #furry #furry story

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[ad_1] Ivana Rojas as Sarai, Carlos Santos as Chris, Joaquin Cosio as Pop, and J.J. Soria as Erik. Courtesy of Netflix disguise caption toggle caption Courtesy of Netflix Ivana Rojas as Sarai, Carlos Santos as Chris, Joaquin Cosio as Pop, and J.J. Soria as Erik. Courtesy of Netflix Heads up: This tale comprises spoilers concerning the new season of Gentefied. Casimiro 'Pop' Morales is survive the nationwide information. "I'm bored with sharing all of the just right issues I've accomplished on this nation, to make you're feeling unhealthy for me? ¿Pa' qué? To persuade you? That I'm ... an individual?" Morales, performed by way of Joaquín Cosío at the Netflix display Gentefied, is an undocumented small industry proprietor and grandfather combating conceivable deportation. At the display, Morales has won an target audience for his bravery, because of his granddaughter's advocacy on social media. It is a scene that will get to the center of the brand new season of Gentefied, a display created by way of Marvin Lemus and Linda Yvette Chávez that is primarily based within the Boyle Heights group of Los Angeles because it faces gentrification. Generations of the Morales circle of relatives are rooted in Boyle Heights, the place ultimate season audience noticed cousins Ana, Erik and Chris attempt to save their grandfather's taqueria from the converting neighborhood. That used to be ahead of Pop, the patriarch, used to be detained in ICE custody. Season 2 alternatives up as he is launched, skipping over what the creators name "trauma porn." This scene, Chávez advised NPR's Michel Martin, is ready empowerment. "We did not wish to see some other tale depicting an immigrant, as you already know, unhappy and in distress and detention and going via not anything however ache," Chávez stated. "The truth used to be, it is a guy who is been a mainstay of his neighborhood for 30 years. He had shaped an entire circle of relatives." There is no disgrace in our households or who we're, Chávez stated. "We belong right here — whether or not you find it irresistible or no longer." (L-R) Carlos Santos as Chris, Joaqui­n Cosio as Pop, and J.J. Soria as Erik in Gentefied. Courtesy of Netflix disguise caption toggle caption Courtesy of Netflix (L-R) Carlos Santos as Chris, Joaqui­n Cosio as Pop, and J.J. Soria as Erik in Gentefied. Courtesy of Netflix A private storyline Lemus and Chávez are each first era Chicanos who come from immigrant households, like the primary Mexican characters in Gentefied. The tale for season two was transparent when Lemus gained information that his mother were given her citizenship after being a inexperienced card holder for roughly 15 years. "It used to be such an emotional day for me, and I had no thought I might have that response to it," Lemus stated. It sparked an enormous dialog for Lemus and the author's room on why the revel in used to be so emotional. "We discover love. We discover humor and on a daily basis we are chasing our goals and we are construction relationships and construction careers," Lemus stated. "However behind your head, there may be all the time that concern." All the ones emotions and questions set the degree for the brand new season. The characters on display had already earned the display creators and writers reward within the first season for depicting a various Latinx revel in.

Chris is observed as whitewashed, Erik sacrifices the whole lot for his circle of relatives and Ana is a running artist seeking to navigate her love existence. However the cousins have their ideals shaken within the new season. "We wish to seize that sense, that tone, that darkish cloud this is all the time roughly overhead, even while you are nonetheless for your pleasure," Lemus stated. "I am an instance of the way the tide is popping" Remaining month, UCLA's annual Hollywood Diversity Report confirmed that folks like to peer themselves mirrored on their TV monitors in outstanding roles. That is why presentations with majority-minority casts like Gentefied had been extremely rated for Latinx audiences in 2019-2020, in step with the record. Regardless of that, Hollywood is failing Latinx other people — despite the fact that the crowd is among the fastest-growing communities within the nation. Significant illustration on Gentefied best occurs when other people behind-the-scenes seem like and will talk to the problems on display, stated Francisco Cabrera-Feo. He is a Venezuelan author who co-wrote an episode of the brand new season, and stated being in a writers room stuffed with Latinx storytellers is the "maximum empowering factor on the earth." "Since you're like, 'Oh, I am a part of TV historical past now, I will in truth repair the ones tropes from within the writers' room'," he stated. Cabrera-Feo stated while you paintings on a display like Gentefied, you are able to deliver each a part of your self to the vanguard. He sees the display as a guiding mild for Latinx illustration. "I might be bilingual, I might be an immigrant, I might be queer, I might be these kind of issues on this room," he stated. "I do know that there is such a lot paintings left to be accomplished. However I think like I am an instance of the way the tide is popping." Julissa Calderon performs Yessika Castillo on Gentefied. Courtesy of Netflix disguise caption toggle caption Courtesy of Netflix Julissa Calderon performs Yessika Castillo on Gentefied. Courtesy of Netflix Julissa Calderon, an actress at the display, stated if Hollywood desires to inform original tales, it has to begin with the executives and other people at the back of the scenes. "If you wish to inform true tales and you need to inform true Latinx tales — that has were given to be the folk at the back of the scenes," Calderon stated. "They've to understand this global, in order that it may be written appropriately and that it may be displayed appropriately." Calderon performs Yessika Castillo, a queer Dominican activist. The a part of Yessika used to be all the time intended for an Afro-Latina — however for anyone who's Mexican and from East Los Angeles. Born in New York and raised in Miami, Calderon's accessory didn't are compatible that description. "I take note them telling me to dial again on my accessory as a result of they sought after me to sound like an East L.A. lady as a result of clearly Gentefied is primarily based in Boyle Heights," Calderon stated. "And I used to be like, 'No, no, I do not even understand how to try this. I'm really not an individual that is just right with accents'." After all, Yessika's section used to be re-written to suit Calderon's Dominican identification. She stated it used to be that easy — and that others within the trade must bear in mind. Calderon stated Gentefied is appearing Latinx characters in a brand new mild. "Those are human tales," she stated. "It simply does not subject if we talk a distinct language or we now have other dialects or if we are Brown ... Without reference to race, irrespective of ethnicity,

[audiences] can flip in this display and notice that it is a actual tale and it is original storytelling. And to me, that is the most lovely a part of all of it." NPR's Kira Wakeam produced Michel Martin's interview with Gentefied's creators for NPR's Weekend All Issues Regarded as. [ad_2] #Netflixs #Gentefied #feels #actual #Latinx #creatives #NPR

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This Week In BL

Dec 2021 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bad Buddy (YouTube) Ep 7 - Secret boyfriends subverted the seme/uke dynamic using BL tropes (YES!), we had a possible GL really take off and general good times. I’m live blogging it here.

Paint with Love (Gaga) Ep 3 - I liked this better than the previous two, both characters seemed less abrasive plus I always appreciate a good makeover montage. Got tropes like baby is a floppy drunk and the dreaded sponge bath but executed in a very grown up way, (because this is a very grown up BL, and I’m still not sure how I feel about that). 

Loveless Society Ep 3 - hadn’t dropped by midday Friday so I’ll check tomorrow. I’m not fussed. 

Baker Boys (YouTube) Ep 5-6 (not a BL) - I’ve basically given up on this one. I’ll probably keep watching it but with no effort to stay current or report on it here. 

Love With Benefits Ep 5 fin - and that’s apparently the end. Okay? Anyway, got unexpectedly higher heat than I thought it would, which was nice, but I was still left with a terrible case of second lead syndrome (damn you, Best). This is why I loathe love triangles. 5/10 RECOMMENDED only if you have nothing better to do and don’t mind love triangles. 

Between Us (YouTube) special 5 - I can’t even with these two, they are actually trying to kill us with cute. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Type (Taiwan indie - hard to find) Ep 7 - lost my lead on this one so now I’m falling behind. 

Kieta Hatsukoi AKA My Love Mix Up (Japan - Viki/Netflix) Ep 9 - as was foretold the ep 9 that dropped and is floating around grey sites is a mix of recap + BTS footage. No one knows if there will be two more episodes or if this really was an actually ep 9, and the next ep will be billed and label as ep 10 and therefore our last one. But the latter seems more likely. There’s 2 more. 

Utsukushii Kare AKA My Beautiful Man (Japan - Gaga) Ep 4 - the college years begin. And how much do I love this profoundly warped little show? SO MUCH. Starting us off with just one of those dinner theater things where you accidentally introduce your new boyfriend to his semi-abusive ex who promptly tries to establish dominance and steal him back... in front of your brother. Good stuff. (Honestly, how many subby boys who don't like nice guys have I meet over the years? SO MANY.  Practically and archetype of the kink scene.) I don’t even have 2nd lead syndrome with this one, because we know Koyama doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell, because the boy likes hell far too much to even think about the snowball. You know what I like best about this show? No one but Japan could have made this. It’s just so... THEM. 

Mr Cinderella (Vietnam - YouTube maybe restricted) Ep 2 - it’s really very good, I love that the Khoa, the doctor character, is openly gay and I love the sulky tsundere with reason bad boy. The doctor flirting him into complete confusion is kinda adorable. Definitely the best BL out of Vietnam so far. ALSO cutest most poetic miss caption ever...

“This feeling sounds familiar.” - Mr Cinderella 

In Case You Missed It

Japanese BL Kieta Hatsukoi has rebooted its run on Viki (for most international audiences), so you can now watch it legally there as My Love Mix-Up! It’s fully eng subbed through Episode 8.

Thai BL Secret Crush on You (previously known as Stalker the series) Teaser trailer here. Starts Feb 11on Ch3Thailand and IDOLFACTORY’s YouTube channel international.

Another KBL announced: Love in Spring from WATCHA (Light On Me) a web drama that’s already started filming. Adaptation is based on the webtoon Spring of Crush by Noh Myung Hee. 

New KBL coming SOON; Behind Cut (Emotion Studio and ATA) starts Dec 28, 8 episode run. Stars Park Bum Jun (also a model and drummer in Kpop band 2Z, under stage name Bumjun), Eom Se Ung (formerly of Kpop group The Man BLK), and Choo Seok Young. Described as "a fashionable love story of Gi Jin, a stylist who chases his dreams, Lee Bin, a top model, and Young Woo, a man with no big dream.

Gossip

Vietnamese BL production house, AB Studios released its 2022 line up. Letters = melodramatic and dark (teaser), Melody In Me = classic uni-style BL from a country that’s never done it before, music and baking club, 2 soft boi pairing, (teaser - July 2022), Rin = unknown (Winter 2022).

New Chinese (supposedly) BL In Your Heart. Two boys kissing in the snow on the poster which means... THEY GONNA DIE! Eh, ya know how it goes. China does not allow out gays to end happily in a BL. Not anymore. Imma watch it, of course. But don’t you dare say you’ve not been warned. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Remember Not Me, Kieta Hatsukoi, and Mr. Cinderella all air on Sunday! It’s like global BL appreciation day. 

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here. I keep a full record there of everything I announce.

This week’s best moments?

#this week in bl #bl news #bl updates #BL episode recaps #Utsukushii Kare #Japanese bl #adapted from a manga #Live Action Yaoi #My Beautiful Man #long post #Mr Cinderella #vietnamese bl #Kieta Hatsukoi #My Love Mix Up #My Type #taiwanese bl #Love With Benefits #Baker Boys #Between Us #Thai bl #Loveless Society #Paint with Love #Bad Buddy #Rakutan Viki #not me #In Your Heart #Behind Cut #Love in Spring #Secret Crush on You

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nftn (bonus): birds

(bucky barnes x female!reader, shield) (sam wilson x clint barton)

summary: sam's anxiety over accepting the shield comes to a fever pitch, and the people who love him remind him what he deserves.

warnings: none

word count: 3,168

a/n: the sixth companion piece to nftn! i love sam so much, and he deserved his own little pep talk after all the support he's given our favs thus far. enjoy! :)

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Happiness on Bucky looked like nostalgia, especially after breaking through his fog. Outward wistfulness was just as foreign to his form as the scruff which appeared in the new year, but he spent as much time recounting to anyone who would listen how grateful he was for the beauty in his everyday life as he spent scratching his jaw in bafflement. Bucky was content to move about his business through the compound as if his work was secondary to the goodness of his personal life.

But something was going on. Try as he might, Sam couldn’t figure out what it was. Bucky took an alarming number of photos of himself, suddenly, and he had requested the password to his Instagram from Sam. He would sit down across from Sam for coffee, sweaty from his run with his wife, and open his camera… and post the first grimacing photo, with no caption.

Stranger still, was how you’d comment. Every day for three weeks, you had typed simply… “not yet.” One morning, though… beside your username (dollbarnes), beneath Bucky’s morning photo, was an emoji. 🎾. A tennis ball.

“What’s your opinion on opera—you good, Sammy?” Clint stopped mid-stride into the kitchen, where Sam Wilson was standing stock-still in front of the stove, staring at his phone. Hawkeye came around the island and peered over his shoulder in concern.

“He seems to have gotten a handle on selfies,” Clint chuckled. Sam hummed as the man squeezed his shoulder. Clint liberated the lost stirring utensil from the Falcon’s other hand, and bumped his hip. “What do you have against these poor eggs?” He tried and failed to save the pot of burnt breakfast. Sam waved distantly. He pointed at his screen.

“This man really posts an up-the-nose shot every damn morning.” Sam flicked his thumb to show Bucky’s profile–square after square of identical photos covered the feed.

“What’s your verdict?”

“He looks like a werewolf.”

“No,” Clint laughed. “On opera?”

“Indifferent. He doesn’t play tennis…”

“Do you have a suit that isn’t meant for a funeral?” Clint dumped the contents of the pot into the garbage.

Sam frowned. “What’s wrong with my suit?”

“You look like you’re about to give a eulogy in it.”

“I’ve given several–”

“Well, we’ve got tickets tomorrow for Le comte Ory.”

“Oh this is a wardrobe question, not a casual inquiry. This is like when you asked me if I have comfortable fancy shoes, and I got wrangled into a salsa class. Barton, I am starting to think that you see me as some kind of uncultured guy–”

“Maybe I like how excited you get when you enjoy something, to which you were heretofore indifferent.” Clint raised an eyebrow, daring Sam to counter with anything, but he just coughed and scratched his cheek while a faint blush rose in his cheeks. “You could wear your uniform, but I won’t claim responsibility for my actions if you do.”

“Clint–”

“No, I know that look.”

Sam looked away, but Clint stepped closer. Even as Sam folded his arms, guarding his emotions by cupping one hand over his lips, he leaned into Barton’s shoulder. Clint nudged him. “Burning eggs is a sign. What’s going on?”

“A sign?”

“You get distracted and grumpy when you’re worried.”

“I–jesus.” Sam laughed in exasperation. “I’m not grumpy.”

“No?” Clint pried Sam’s fingers from his chin and handed him a carton of eggs from the fridge. “Want to help me save breakfast?”

Clint didn’t wait for Sam to answer. In fact, he didn’t count on Sam to help at all; the blonde anchored the whole process of remaking the eggs around his brooding partner, nudging his thigh so he’d move to access the mixing bowls, tugging his elbow so he’d clear the cooking utensils, pushing him to the end of the island so he could hold open the fridge… Clint positioned Sam directly in his way for whatever his next task was about to be. Sam had called him out for it once, and all Clint had to say about it was you are my way, and then he had flushed in a way that generally unflappable Hawkeye didn’t, so Sam had left it there. Now, he did it whenever Sam needed a moment to formulate whatever he was trying to say, to get him out of his head. Sam reached for Clint’s wrist as he tried to move him along to the stove.

His gaze flicked up to those blue eyes, and he said what it was which choked him.

“Steve’s retiring.”

Clint slid his hand into Sam’s and squeezed. “It’s about time.”

“Well, he… he wants me to take the shield, and I’m…”

“Freaking out.” The corner of Clint’s mouth turned up when Sam nodded. “Yeah… it’s not really a secret, he’s been talking about wanting to get out for a while. He told me you said ‘no.’”

Sam frowned. “I don’t know how I feel about him telling you that.”

“He thought you’d want some support to process it. Considering that you are angry at Bucky’s instagram, I’m assuming you haven’t asked him his opinion, either.”

“Yeah, well. He’s busy playing tennis.”

“It’s about the beard,” Clint laughed. “It’s long enough now that it’s probably soft like the fuzz on a tennis ball.”

Sam stared at him. “My guy posts photos to his public instagram so his wife can tell him whether or not his beard is long enough?”

“You give him so much shit about not using his phone properly–”

“They are never apart–”

“And he does, and he’s still not doing it the way you want.”

“--so why does he need to post his dumb face?”

“You’re worried what he’s gonna think.”

“No,” Sam sighed. “I’m–he’ll be supportive. I think. But…” He stopped. He released Clint’s fingers and rubbed both hands over his face. “I’m not the guy, Clint. The Guy. That’s not me. I’m the… the last person who should carry that shield, I’m the one you call when you need an eye in the sky, but Cap is an institution. Nobody’s gonna believe my ass–”

“Bullshit,” Clint breathed, shaking his head slowly. “You done?”

Sam crossed his arms. “I’m trying to be realistic,” he said, but Hawkeye wasn’t having it.

“No, you’re running. Which, you’re spectacular at, and I’d like you to stop.” Clint smacked his shoulder with the spatula. “You do everything Steve does, you said so yourself. Without the advantage of super-serum, might I add, which makes it twice as impressive that you can catch that stupid shield out of mid-air. I��ve already elaborated on what that does to me,” he added lowly, causing Sam to remember the evening he had discovered that Clint loved Marvin Gaye as much as he did, after an assignment which had seen Sam and Steve tossing the shield back and forth like they were playing ultimate frisbee (and intermittently slamming into HYDRA agents while Clint picked some off from a distance). It had resulted in a very charged ride back on the quinjet, and the first taste of intimacy (which now felt instinctual between them) once they got back to the compound.

Clint pulled himself up on the counter opposite Sam, momentarily setting aside his breakfast machinations. He held out his hands until the Falcon stepped between his knees. Sam almost crumbled as Clint cupped his cheeks, but his gaze flicked back and forth between his partner’s irises.

“You would be very good for America, Sammy.”

Sam pressed his forehead to Clint’s chest and sighed. “I’m not gonna convince you.”

“...To think you’re inferior to Steve? To agree that you’re the wrong person to be Captain America? Babe… have you met me? I give Y/n a run for her money in the unyielding devotion department.”

“I’d like to see that competition, actually,” Sam chuckled. He let himself breathe as Clint drew circles over the planes of his shoulders, taking in the comforting scent of eucalyptus and cedar from his recent shower.

“I’m still gonna take you to the opera, regardless,” Clint said.

Sam shook with laughter. “Oh, see–that’s all the reassurance I needed, I’m fine now.” He patted Clint’s thigh. “Clint… just…”

“I know,” Hawkeye murmured. “You need time. Go find Barnes, and then we’ll talk. Ok?”

“‘K.”

“I’m busy making you breakfast, anyway, you’re always in the way!”

“...says the guy who puts me in the way!”

“I like the view, what can I say?”

***

From the recesses of a small garage on the outskirts of the compound, Frank Sinatra had a lot to say about having things his way, and the notes sat sour between Sam’s ears as he yanked the door open to Bucky’s little sanctuary. The man who was more like a brother to him than any person he had ever met was kneeling beside a small motorcycle, seemingly looking for his reflection in the cherry red paint. He glanced up as Sam collapsed on his sofa, and sat back on his heels.

“That’s sassy,” Sam gestured to the bike.

“Isn’t it? Y/n’s gonna be so mad at me,” Bucky chuckled. “Got it for a song, though. Barely used. Suzuki doesn’t even make this anymore. She’ll be way more relaxed than the SHIELD bikes that Y/n is used to.”

“Red’s a nice touch.”

“Right? Doreen in spec tech.”

“No shit?”

“She did our helmets, too.”

“Remind me to ask her about something for Clint’s birthday,” Sam said.

Bucky hummed in agreement and stood, draping his rag over his shoulder. He took a second and actually looked at Sam, and froze. “You good?”

Sam shook his head. “Steve’s stepping down.”

“Right.”

“How do you feel about that?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “I’m thrilled for him. He’s gonna be bored for the first time in his entire life. If he can just convince Nat to move to Brooklyn, he’ll be happy as a clam.”

“Did he tell you his plans for the shield and stuff?”

“He’s been talking to me about it for a long time. He’s only ever expressed one opinion on the matter which made any sense, and that was about wanting to see Sam Wilson take up the mantle… is that why you’re here asking me cryptic questions?” Bucky sat on the arm of the couch.

Sam sighed. “Why don’t you take the shield?”

Bucky blinked. “...What would I do with it?”

“You’ve got the serum, you’re a vet just like him, heavily awarded–”

“Other than the serum, you’re just describing yourself. And it doesn’t mean that I’m someone the country would accept in that role, Sam. I’m lucky I can walk off this compound, and that has nothing to do with me.”

“America is the land of second chances, Buck. Why not you–why not Cap?”

Bucky shook his head. “Nah. I don’t want it. The notoriety, the publicity. The pressure–”

“Jesus, now I’m not sure I want it either.” A shop rag smacked him squarely in the chest as Bucky tossed it at him.

“Sam. You are the person Steve chose for the job.”

“Could’ve chosen you.”

“He did. Just not for this.”

“Is it Y/n? Do you think she wouldn’t approve?”

Bucky scoffed. “It’s not like that. She believes so much in me that I’d probably find the will to do it on her confidence, alone. I just… you’re the only person I would support on Steve’s heels.”

“What if I don’t want it either.”

“Then don’t take it. But you can’t foist responsibility off on anyone else either. Tell Steve ‘no’ and let him decide what to do from there. “

“And if I say ‘yes’?”

“Then you’re Captain America.”

“It’s not that simple.” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I know. Hey–Y/n’s about to be here for her surprise, you wanna stick around and watch her lose her mind at me? Could be fun!”

“That’s my favorite sport,” Sam chuckled. He hopped up and went for your hoodie, which hung from the hook beside the door. It sat over his built frame like a crop top, but he knew you’d laugh, and he could use someone joking with him right about then.

As the garage door rose, Sam’s anxiety fell. You stood on the other side with your hands over your eyes. Bucky bounded over and kissed your forehead.

“Hi. Okay. You ready?”

“Should I be scared?” you laughed. Bucky squeezed your shoulders and stood behind you.

“Just open your eyes.”

Sam gestured to the sassy bike with two enthusiastic jazz hands. “Ta-dah!”

“You gave me Captain America! Wow, thanks!” You exclaimed, before turning around and smacking Bucky in the chest. “Baby, you weren’t gonna do this–”

“Hey, it was cheap and it’s so cute,” Bucky said quickly. “Plus, it’s rare–Suzuki doesn’t even make this model anymore, so nobody is gonna have one like it, and Doreen used the same red that she used for your helmet detailing. So. It’s really just nothing.” He smiled innocently and you sighed.

“You are the worst, James Barnes.” But you kissed him in a lingering way. “I love the addition of the Wilson in my sweatshirt.”

“That was a bonus,” Bucky said, grinning.

You circled the motorcycle a few times, and whistled appreciatively. “What do you think, Cap?” you said, turning to Sam expectantly. He narrowed his eyes.

“I see what you’re doing, woman.”

“I’m very innocent.”

“I’m–you told her, man?”

Bucky held up his hands in defense. “How could I have told her anything in the last five minutes? My phone is across the shop on the charger right now.”

“I know y’all are telepathic,” Sam grumbled. He shook his head at you. “I’m still making up my mind on all that.”

“He’s deflecting,” Bucky said out of the corner of his mouth, patting you on the butt as he passed by. He reached into his fridge and produced a beer, which he promptly handed to Sam. You held out your hand in silent request, signaling to Sam that he was about to be met toe-to-toe on this.

“Give it to me, then,” you said, tugging him to sit beside you on the sofa. Bucky leaned against the back of the comfy thing. “What’s your issue?”

“I’m only here to watch you yell at him for the bike–”

“I’ll get to that,” you said, winking at your husband. “Come on. Lay it on me.”

“The amount of people bullying me today…” Sam sighed. “Fine. You want to hear it? Great. I’m an Avenger by virtue of chance. If I hadn’t run into Steve on my morning run, I wouldn’t be here. There are thousands of guys who did what I did in the Air Force. Plenty of them are better at what I do than me! I’m the only one of the team who doesn’t have some insane power or something. I barely qualify. Not to mention! I see my family so rarely as it is–how could I possibly have time to live my life, have a partner–I’m not even sure I know what I like doing, but when Nick Fury says jump, I jump, and… you are looking at me like I’m insane.”

Your eyes were wide, but you patted his arm. “Go on. I’m sorry about my face.”

“I’m not what America wants,” he shrugged.

“You are America, Samuel. No–” you held up your hand when he rolled his eyes. “You got here on your own merit. No super soldier conditioning, no supernatural intervention. You enlisted, put in the work, and you now have an authorship credit for a patent on wingpacks, which you insisted not be kept classified because you don’t want to gate-keep technology. You yelled at Tony Stark about it. Twice. It was awesome.” You clinked your beer against his. “Imagine for a moment that Captain America was just a kid from Louisiana. How that would’ve felt for you as a kid, knowing you could grow up to be The Sam Wilson because Sam Wilson is a normal guy from your state, made extraordinary by his own grit. You’re doing a great job at trying to convince yourself that you’re all wrong for it, but… all I see is a guy who exemplifies what that shield means. So.”

You shrugged. “As for your other grievances: you live with your partner, so that’s not gonna be an issue. And if you want, Cap, you can take some time to be with Sarah and the boys, and make up your mind. It’s not like America is gonna crumble while you’re thinking about it.”

“It might,” Sam grumbled.

“No. It won’t. Because, Samuel… America is like you.”

“Stubborn,” Bucky finished. Sam couldn’t help but smile.

“Yup.”

Sam looked between his best friend’s gently smiling faces and shook his head. “I see what you mean about her,” he said to Bucky, nudging your shoulder.

“Told you.” Bucky brushed your cheek. “She’s right, though.”

“It’s infuriating.” Sam drank his beer and couldn’t really account for the taste, but he was grateful for the distraction anyhow. “If I do this, and I do mean if… I can’t do it alone.”

“I’ll be your sidekick?” you offered, which made Sam inhale beer.

He sputtered. “Only if I can call you Bucky.”

“I already have the last name!”

“Somehow this is worse than you yelling at me,” the original sidekick sighed.

“Speaking of which–what the hell, James?? You made a massive purchase without talking to me first–”

Your voice was raised, but Sam was grateful, because he had a lot to think about. He did just that–sipping, silently, while you gave your husband what-for about the bike which you clearly loved–and came to his decision, without much more deliberation.

***

That evening, three couples gathered around the dining table on floor five, each with a shot of tequila. The room was sanguine and happy, but there was also a measured hesitancy between them all. Until the second shot, at least. And then the title which had caused Sam so much stress was passed to him without any pomp. He just said yes, shook Steve’s hand, and got pulled into a debate between Clint and Y/n about whether or not he needed a new suit.

He did. But not the kind to wear to the opera.

A suit fit for the man who was America.

Sam kissed his partner in front of other people for the first time that night, and briefly wondered how it was possible that he had wound up sitting at that table with people who loved him as fiercely as they believed in his worthiness. The same people who included him in the most important events of their lives, who teased him about ‘the bird thing’ with Clint long before he knew just how special Barton really was… who reminded him that he was already the right man to inherit the legacy of America’s ass–after the third shot, the table agreed that Sam was worthy of that title, too.

He didn’t even blush. He just owned it.

***

other drabbles in the nftn world:

the girl

if this is all we have

after prague

what happened in paris

the heir

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How to Write an Autistic Character

So, you’re a neurotypical, otherwise allistic, or possibly neurodivergent person wanting to write an autistic character, but you’re not sure as to how you want them written?

Well, my fellow writers, you are in luck! In this post, I will explain how to write an autistic character while steering clear of any harmful stereotypes that are seen in neurodivergent characters in most types of mainstream media.

Now before I dive in, my biggest thing is to talk to other autistics! Like I will say in this post and many more in the future, autism isn't a "one size fits all" neurotype!

1.) The first thing I want to say to y’all is that we’re not all young cishet white boys. Some autistic people are non-binary, some are black, some are women, some are older than 25, some are gay, and let's be honest--it's okay! You're valid!

While, yes, quite a handful of autistic folks are boys, it's important to note that you shouldn't make all of your autistic characters young, white, cishet boys, since older folks, trans folks, non-binary folks, and women who are autistic and of a different racial/ethnic background need representation in media, too.

Another thing to note when writing autistic characters is that not all autistic LGBTQ+ folks are on the asexual spectrum. I've met a few autistic people online who are asexual or otherwise aspec, and they are some of the most amazing people I've met. However, as I've said before, not all LGBTQ+ autistic people are aspec. Some are lesbians, some are bisexual, and some can be pan, too!

2.) The next thing I want to say is that autism isn't a "one size fits all" neurotype. What traits can be displayed in one autistic person aren't always necessarily as prominent in another autistic person. One autistic person can be extremely extroverted whereas another can be introverted or non-speaking (they can still communicate with other people using AAC or sign language!) One autistic person can be hypersensitive to loud sounds whereas another autistic person can have a hard time hearing things (auditory processing disorder). I am actually the latter of both of these statements (I'm introverted as hell and I'm bad with putting my thoughts into words most of the time and I need to have closed captions on when I'm watching TV unless it's something that I've watched a million times). But as I've stated before, autism isn't a "one size fits all" neurotype, meaning that no two autistic people are the same.

3.) The third thing that I want y'all to note is that we stim. A lot. More-so than the neurotypical/allistic population, even though everybody stims in some way, shape, or form. Stimming can be used as a way for us to express our emotions or needs, whether we're happy, trying to evade sensory overload episodes (sometimes it's unavoidable and I understand that, I went through those too), or whether we're in a meltdown and need to go someplace where there's less sensory input. Some of the most common stims are hand-flapping, rocking back and forth, and vocalizing random sounds we make! There are other types of stims, too, such as smelling things (olfactory), looking at things that mesmerize us (visual), and listening to the same song on repeat sometimes (auditory). And even feeling things that are soft can count as stims, too!

4.) When it comes to emotions or humor, we are not like Rain Man or Sheldon Cooper. This is one harmful stereotype that you need to avoid like the plague when writing an autistic character. We promise you that we are not emotionless, nor do we lack a sense of humor.

However, autistic people do tend to struggle with reading social cues and pick up one's emotions based on looks (I had a lot of trouble doing this as a child, and trust me, I still have trouble with this), and the former part of the statement may end up causing autistic people to either be left out of the conversation altogether or interrupt said conversation. But unlike what most mainstream media with an autistic character says, we actually do experience the same range of emotions that a neurotypical and/or allistic person would, and we do have a sense of humor.

5.) And the last thing I want to mention is that autistic people have intense fixations on certain subjects, otherwise known as hyperfixations and/or special interests.

What is your autistic character's special interest/hyperfixation? Do they do research on their special interest/hyperfixation? Do they do artwork based on their special interest/hyperfixation?

An example of special interests I'd like to give is actually one of my own. I'm very much a metalhead/alt kid of sorts, and my favorite band tends to be Linkin Park. If I'm asked about Linkin Park, I will be more than likely to give an infodump on the band's history, given that I'm not overstimulated or burnt out from the day's activities. This also includes the history of people within the band, like Chester or Mike (since those are the two members that I know most about).

More will come in part two! Stay tuned!

SOTD: "Therefore I Am" -- Billie Eilish

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[cheri-translates]

[CN] Lucien’s 2021 Birthday Video Call

🍒 English translation under the cut! 🍒

Highly recommended to read his birthday date first! It has been translated by @xiaomoxu​ here!

Caption: 

The scenery in his eyes reflects his beloved. Over the years, the both of you once again capture the breath of the past in the City of Water. As the clock in Loveland City strikes midnight, the Bridge of Sighs turns clear. The scarf unites two breaths, and the shutter imprints a new and unique mark.

“Lucien, happy birthday.”

After going around in circles, his yearning was heard, and he found a colour belonging to him in this world.

It seems that he can finally say: This birthday is a very happy one.

Ever since you’ve been spending this day by my side, I seem to have started looking forward to the pleasant surprises you’d bring during this time each year.

I often take some time to recollect certain moments carefully.

I’m not lying to you. I was just reflecting on this birthday.

But it isn’t simply a reflection...

Through these wonderful moments, I’ve also discovered the “gifts” that you’ve given to me, and how they surpass my imagination.

For example, colours. For example, sincerity. For example, happiness.

Aside from these, there’s also a different way of getting to know this world.

I came across a quote once. Now that I think about it, perhaps what it says is correct -

“The peculiar vanity of man, who wants to believe and who wants other people to believe that he is seeking after truth, when in fact... it is love that he is asking this world to give him.”

[Note] This is a quote from Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942

I’m guessing that you’d definitely understand the meaning of this quote in an instant.

Which is why I have to thank you for your willingness to keep me company for such a long time, and waiting patiently for me understand all of this.

Earlier, I was thinking that this fourth birthday is akin to growing up all over again for the fourth time.

Nothing remains the same forever - “Lucien” as well. But to him, these changes are good.

What’s even more fortunate is that someone was willing to take his hand, walk past the Bridge of Sighs together, and leave behind the most dazzling smile.

That’s all I was pondering over earlier.

The moment I returned to my senses, I felt as though I was truly enveloped by happiness. Or rather, it wasn't just happiness. There were also many emotions... all of which were brought to me by you.

I think I’m able to say it this time -

This birthday is a very happy one.

In the future, let’s experience happiness together courageously.

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[smellsfaintlyofvanilla]

YOUR ANNIE FIC “tragedies of war” MADE ME CRY SM :( gosh your writing is beautiful!! can i request smth similar? maybe after annie meets the scouts she reunites with reader and it’s just fluff and stuff 🥺🥺 no rush ofc <33

Honestly, after that one, we all wanted a happy ending version (even me lol)

Home

(Annie Leonhart x Reader)

AU: Canon

Warnings: None

Category: Fluff

Summary: As a sort of divergence from this fic, Annie breaks out of the crystal and immediately goes looking for her S/O.

Words: 1.8K

Y/n.

It was the first thing on her mind when she was suddenly freed from the crystal.

Where is she?

She could feel the effects of time on her muscles - they were stiff and tense, reluctant to move at all.

Just how long have I been in that thing? She wondered. How much time has passed?

After four years, you’d imagine she’d have a wide array of things on her mind. But, in reality, there was only one.

Her girlfriend.

She leaned against the way tiredly before slinking down to sit, folding her knees into her chest and burying her head. She could tell, by some sense unknown to even her, that a lot of time had passed.

She thought of what you’d look like now. Were you happy? Were you getting along with everyone? Had you found out the secret of the walls? Did you find out her secret?

Thoughts raced through her head like a crashing river, never stopping for any order, but still flowing in the same direction. Suddenly, a thought creeped its way up her neck, instilling a seed of worry deep in the pit of her stomach.

Were you even okay? Were you hurt? Did something happen? Did you... did you...

No, she thought, determination struggling to reach past the worry that laced her mind and expression, she’s fine. She’s strong, nothing would’ve happened to her. No titan would ever kill her, she’s stronger than that.

She finally made her way up on unsteady feet, staring around the room absentmindedly.

She’s... she’s okay... The blonde stumbled forward, her legs voicing their complaints painfully, but she didn’t care. She has to be...

...

I have to find her.

---

So, here she was now. The front door of the Scout building, two MPs standing wearily to either side of her. She wasn’t surprised by that, though. It made an amount of sense - she was a titan shifter from Marley, who was the number one enemy of Paradis at the moment. Still, she made it clear her only intention was to visit her girlfriend, and, with much persistence, they allowed her.

That didn’t stop the two MPs from boastfully carrying rifles and folding Annie’s arm behind her back painfully. They needed to make sure there was zero chance of transforming, especially now that she was so close to many important military figures.

An MP stepped forward, pounding their fist on the door begrudgingly. An even more begruntled Levi answered.

“Military Police?” He questioned, cocking an eyebrow at their unannounced presence. He sighed, before speaking again, the tiredness evident in his voice. “What are we being arrested for now?”

“Nothing,” the female MP to her right spoke quickly. “Just a visitor.” She spoke flatly, gesturing to the blonde still restrained in the soldiers’ grasps.

Levi eyes slowly tracked their way from the MP down to face Annie.

“Her?” He raised an eyebrow, almost looking at her with condescension. She wasn’t surprised. She looked tired - after all, those four years in the crystal weren’t exactly a holiday. Not to mention, her face, normally neutral and stoic, was plastered with worry. Eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, as if she was waiting impatiently for some horrid news.

He continued to stare, but Annie didn’t crumple under his concrete gaze. Her eyes were fixed over his shoulder, searching the room behind him for any sign of her lover.

She saw no trace of you amongst the soldiers, and worry began to grow once again, and her heart slowly dropped more and more.

Despite her limited success in finding you, she locked eyes with a familiar face - Armin. He seemed quite surprised to see her, a curious expression painted his face as he marched over.

“Annie?” He said her name, speaking it almost like he wasn’t even sure she was real. “What are you...” He trailed off, confusion evident in his tone.

Quickly though, he regained his train of thought, “Come inside.” He gestured gently, and she stepped inside eagerly.

She scanned the room once again, and there was no sign of you. The seed of worry grew.

“Things have changed a lot, y’know.” Armin started, leaning against the wall. “We made it outside the walls. We know about you and the warrior program. It feels like it would take years for you to catch up on everything that’s happened but-”

“Where’s Y/n?”

She didn’t bother for small talk, or hell, even meaningful conversation for that matter. That didn’t matter right now. She had one thing on her mind.

“Y/n?” He echoed, registering the question for a moment. “Y/n is...”

-

What’s all the chattering about? You wondered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you woke from your nap. You laid in your dorm room bed, which unfortunately shared a wall with the common area. Given all the noise, you figured there was some type of guest.

You pulled the covers off of your body, and sleepily got up and went towards the door, yawning loudly. You stepped out of the door and into the hallway, and headed towards the commons.

-

“Y/n is...” The blonde man spoke unconfidently, almost as if he was trying to remember your whereabouts.

She paid no attention to what he was saying, though, as movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.

A slow shadow slunk against the wall, placing it’s hand on the wall for balance. And it rounded the corner.

She made eye contact. And there it was.

Her world.

You.

You stood right in front of her for the first time in four years. Tiredness and fatigue were evident in your eyes, but you were certainly there. Alive and well. And that’s all that mattered.

“Y/N!!” She shouted, and the light seemed to return to her face. The thousand pound weight on her shoulders had just been lifted, and finally, she could move again. And, although her shocked and worried expression stayed present, you could see the quick buildup of tears in her eyes.

She broke free of the grasp the MPs had on her, adrenaline assisting her in breaking through their hold easily, and pushed her way past Armin, sprinting towards you as fast as she possibly could.

Your hazy mind took a moment to process the blonde mass running towards you, but your eyes lit up in excitement as you finally processed that beautiful face and identify it as your girlfriend, somehow awake from her slumber.

“Annie!” You beamed, opening your arms to allow her in just in time for her body to collide with yours, easily knocking over your unprepared body.

You landed against the wall of the hallway roughly, and you slid down the wall carelessly. Your girlfriend was clinging to you almost desperately, gripping the front of your shirt and burying her face in it, your leg to either side of her body. 

You grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer into you. You could feel the wetness of tears on the front of your shirt as she sniffled and sobbed into your chest. Normally, she would never let herself get so emotional in front of everyone, but the overwhelming relief she felt just to know you were safe was too much for her to be able to control.

It was all too much for her. The sight of your adorable face, the warmth your body gave off, the scent the was so originally yours engrained into the clothes you wore. It hadn’t hit her until just now how much she missed you, even if she was hardly conscious in the crystal.

She sobbed helplessly into your shirt, finding herself unable to do anything else at the moment. You were relieved too, of course, but you never had to worry about Annie’s safety, which couldn’t be said vice versa. Still, happy tears filled your eyes as you continued to embrace your girlfriend.

You stayed like that for a little while longer, until a loud *ahem* caught your attention. You moved your head up to look (though Annie decided to keep hers right where it was), and were greeted with Caption Levi staring down at you.

“I get you’re happy, Y/n,” He stated bluntly, trying not to make things super awkward. “But this is the kind of affection that can be saved for your dorm room.”

A pink tint flared up on your cheeks, suddenly reminded by the fact that everyone in the commons could see you two.

“A-Ah,” you chuckled. “Of course Captain Levi.”

You placed your hands on the underside of Annie’s thighs, allowing you to hold her as you stood up and walked to your dorm.

You shut the door quickly, locking it for good measure, and laid down on the bed, setting your lover down gently beside you.

It seemed her crying had died down for the most part, thankfully. Even though they were happy tears, something about seeing your lover cry made you so unhappy.

“Annie,” you smiled at her, causing her to move her head up to stare at you. You brushed the hair out of her face affectionately, smiling with happy tears in your eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

The statement only seemed to bring out more emotion in her, as her lip trembled in an attempt to not let any tears fall. “Y/n... I was so worried about you... I thought... maybe... something had happened.”

You laughed warmly at that. Not necessarily making fun of her, but instead creating a warm and enveloping environment around you two with it.

“I would never leave you like that, Annie. I’m strong, you remember?” You grinned, and rolled up your sleeve to flex your bicep, a funny habit of yours that she had taken note of during your cadet days together.

She laughed at your silliness, her face seeming genuinely happy for the first time in years.

She was at home.

“I know...” She sniffled, reassuring herself even more, despite the fact you were already right in front of her. “I just... I was just worried for you...”

She muttered, pressing her cheek to your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. You wrapped an arm around her gently, using the other arm to pull a blanket over the two of you, before grabbing her hand in your own.

“You need some rest, I’m sure, sweetie.” Your words were smooth and even, lighting a fire under Annie’s heart with every syllable.

“Yeah...” She smiled into the embrace, feeling truly at peace for the first time in what felt like forever. “I guess so...”

She buried her head in your chest once again, the soft sound of your heartbeat lulling her gently as the wave of sleep finally overtook her body.

She hadn’t slept like this in ages. No, this was different.

She was home.

This isn’t proofread hahaaaaaaa :)

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[junipercandy]

Instagram Journal Day : 14 🪷 Happy Wednesday my dudes 🫶🏻 A full month has gone by and I have sort of shimmied off of my social media. It’s been a full month since I’ve made an actual IG post on my main and it’s been a while since I’ve sat down and filmed an actual wedgie video for YouTube. August has been an EMOTIONAL one - but all good things. 🪴 I have been dedicating more time taking care of my self and I have found that learning about my astrology along with Buddhist Psychology has given me more answers than any doctor has when it comes to my mental health (or quite literally anything to be frank). 💐 With that being said, I knew August would be a month full of personal growth. I wish it was as luxurious as it sounds. But I’m talking internally growing. Which is scary because growing up I wasn’t shown how to process my feelings. 🫠 I had to take care of my parent as she was going through a painful divorce. I didn’t really know how hone in and feel my feels and let them go until recently. When I was younger I had to grow up quickly due to being raised in an abusive household. That resulted in alot of childhood wounds that are ready to be healed and I have been tending to my broken heart that I have neglected to heal all my life. Healing a heart requires a lot of time and energy. ❤️‍🩹 Thank you for allowing me time off! 🤗 - IG said My caption was too long so I’m finishing in the comments - (at Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch8aY8AjhF2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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sunflowers, breaking clichés and faraway lovers

Hero trudges back home, her foot kicking up some mud on this lonely strip of road. She can't decide if she's happy or frustrated that nothing ever happens where she lives, not even villains, as if they don't find this place appealing enough to even visit.

She decides, after a moment, that maybe it's both. She's both happy that she doesn't have to deal with villains here, that this is the one constant place that she has in her life, and she's also a little frustrated that nothing ever happens here, and everywhere you see are familiar faces. She kind of wishes her town had the tradition to were masks like people in Jaoanese festivals do, so that it would at least bring some novelty into this place. Or she wishes that she can spot a new face somewhere, but the only face she wants to see right now is that of her partner's.

The wind blows to the left, and she turns to look. That's the path that leads to the sunflower field, one of her all time favourite places. She takes out her phone as the wind pushes her further to the field, holding the device in front of her face, trying to get a nice angle. Click. She opens villain’s chat and hits the send button, with a yellow heart emoji attached to the picture. She then sits down at the edge of the field, legs dangling, eyes taking in the spectacular view in front of her. This is probably the only place I'll never get tired of, even if it's the same ten years from now, she thinks.

Hero’s phone vibrates in her pocket, and she pulls it out to see a message from villain. She opens the chat — smiling softly.

V: This looks so beautiful!! Is this the sunflower field that you always talk about? Thank you for the picture baby💛

Hero takes a moment to swoon. She loves it when villain calls her baby, and she has a feeling that they know that too.

H: Yes it is, one of my favourite places ever! I wish I could show this to you someday.

There it is, hero thinks. This ache that mixes up with the bubbly feelings in her chest because her lover lives in an entirely different continent away from her and there's nothing either of them can do about it for now. It's this sizzling agony that's there right under her skin, keeping her awake at night sometimes.

V: That sounds lovely. I would love to see it.

And then hero’s smiling, grinning. So much that her cheeks start to hurt and those blue feelings inside her chest slowly melt away, leaving her with this happy, giddy haze. Somewhere inside, the logical part of her speaks — what is even happening ?

Hero ignores that and just stares at the wide expanse of the field in front of her, beautifully painted by the sun setting on the horizon behind. She lets her mind wander to villain, her lover whom she's never met but knows — because one doesn't have to meet to know someone right? Of course hero aches to meet them, just like all the lovers in ancient texts do. She's no different. So she tries to meet them in her imagination at least- one hand in their soft, brown hair, while the other cups their cheek, tender with that natural blush that drives her crazy; and then villain's hands are in her hair, tangling her long back strands but she can't find it in herself to care one bit —

Her phone buzzes again and hero’s pulled out of that soft world in her mind, back to the real one. Her eyes take in her surroundings once again, noticing the changes. The sky is inky blue, like deep ocean waters and the sun is nowhere to be seen . The sunflowers that were all looking at the sun like dedicated devotees, have now turned to look at their loved ones next to them instead, and settle in their arms for the night. Hero looks at her phone, her mind working in two angles — one thinking about this fact that she read about sunflowers somewhere while the other focuses on villain’s chat box.

V: You'll have to fight supervillain later this evening right?

Hero groans as she remembers her pressing duties to this city — fighting supervillains, protecting the civilians, being the symbol of justice. It's only in the short time that she spends with villain — in their chatbox, occasional phone calls, when she thinks of villain, that she feels like a normal twenty something, just living her life and falling in love with someone breathtakingly amazing.

H: You're always more updated about my schedule than I am xD But yeah, I have to.

Hero imagines villain’s mouth, unable to decide between their usual smirk or rare soft smiles. She wonders what expression they're wearing right now.

V: Of course I am. That's one thing technology is good for.

Hero chuckles, simply happy that villain even bothers to keep track of all of this.

V: Fight safely and vigilantly okay? Trust your gut feelings, they're always valid. Your feelings are always valid.

Hero clutches her phone tight in her hand, trying to bury her face into her own arms. Her heart performs this dance everytime villain does stuff like this, and she never knows how to handle it.

H: Thank you my love❤ I'm a little nervous of course, but I think I'll be okay. I can do this.

Hero knows there's no point in putting up a front or lying to villain. They always know somehow. And hero thinks that she doesn't want to lie — she's always putting up a front for the world, the people, her opponents. So she wants at least this one person in the entire world to know who she really is, in all her silly, anxious and raw glory.

V: You'll be fine baby. You're an amazing fighter and I believe in you.

Okay, that's it. Hero feels like her entire body is on fire and she forces herself to look away from the phone screen at the field in front of her so that her fingers don't start doing this embarrassing keysmash that people generally seem to do when they're embarrassed. Does she want to do that? She thinks she'd rather avoid it. Or at least try to.

That's when her mind supplies that fact about sunflowers that it was trying to remember. When the sun is not visible, the sunflowers turn towards one another, as if the sun is just a fever dream that is abandoned as soon as it dips below the horizon, and the only real things that exist in the world are the flowers themselves and their partners who exist right beside them. Hero watches as the wind gently coaxes them, one flower falling into another and vice versa, as they hold each other and dance while the first stars form constellations in the sky. Hero thinks how beautiful this is, that there is a whole universe beyond clichés, that a sunflower doesn't have to achingly wait for a sun that will never belong to it, but instead the world is for its taking as it falls in love with the flower next to it — one that will return its feelings.

And all of a sudden, hero is overwhelmed by this weird emotion in her chest. She can't name it, she's always been bad with names. But sitting here and looking at these sunflowers breaking clichés makes her heart soar for some inexplicable reason. It's like nature is telling her that nothing else matters other than feelings that are respected and returned.

She opens villain's chat and starts typing in everything that she's realised in the past minute with increased fervour, afraid that all of these thoughts would just up and disappear into a puff of nothing because nothing is really everlasting — except this one moment. And she plans to make the best of it. She types the last letter, then attaches a close-up picture of two sunflowers with tangled petals facing one another and hits send.

Villain takes a minute to reply, but it brings the brightest smiles to hero's face regardless.

V: I don't know if you even realise this, but I just love the way you fucking think ❤ The sunflowers seem like they could pass for humans themselves don't they? Because I just find this whole thing alarmingly human — the way we have our hearts on our sleeves when we know no one else is looking, for that one person.

Hero sighs happily, she didn't think feeling understood could feel this liberating. It's definitely one of those feelings that people can get high on , she thinks. Damn, she thinks she's definitely getting high on this herself.

H: Thank you love, I love the way you think too! And I do agree, the sunflowers are humans xD (plus ten heart emojis).

A few more minutes go by and hero receives another message from villain with this attached picture:

there's a hand (hero guesses it's villain’s hand) holding two violet flowers together (so they look like they're hugging) with this caption —

I had to chase away two ducks for this picture, because these flowers were apparently their evening snack. How cool is that?

And hero’s full blown laughing now, the clutching-your-stomach kind of laughing and she hopes that the laughing emoji on her phone would do this justice. Probably not.

—

Here's the live coverage of Hero vs Supervillain-

The newsreader reads live from the venue and villain’s eyes refuse to leave the tv screen for even a single moment. They watch as their hero holds her ground against such a powerful foe and villain’s heart fills up to the brim with a mix of fondness and pride. They don't feel the rest of the evening pass by, as they sit and watch the entire live coverage without as much as even getting up.

Hero emerges victorious, and she has a few surface injuries here and there, some nasty looking gashes but she's standing there and she's alive and she's okay and villain finally lets out a breath that they didn't even know they were holding.

That's their strong, sweet and kind hero and villain can't be happier to call her their girlfriend.

Hellooo there lovely people!! I know it's been a long while since I posted (that's because life is pretty hectic rn) but I finally found some time to write (and procrastinate, but that's the usual lol). So what's new is that I've given you all some female rep, because I just realised that I haven't really written much female mc content. So I hope you all enjoyed reading this, and thank you for your support as always - means a lot<3

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