#learn about moma

[ceejaykayess]

"So what do you think of this heat, and our values that just so happen to meet? "Not so bad, is it?" When we open our eyes, and clasp our hands."

#ai the somnium files #art #Inspired by the official MV for Children Record #children record #kaname date #Aiba #mizuki okiura #iris sagan #shizue kuranushi #pewter #ota matsushita #And featuring the unofficial basically main characters of OG AITSF #moma kumakura #hitomi sagan #They should have been given their own colours damn it #Saito too but whatever #Super pissed that Ota looks actually cool in this picture and feels like the best part of the pic in my opinion #Between this and the last pic I have realised I'm just not very good at drawing long distance images #Ah well. It's what learning's about #I just wanted to draw a squad picture for this song since AITSF isn't exactly a game about lonely people coming together to form friendship #I mean there is subtext that can apply to it #Mostly anything to do with Mizuki and whatever assumptions you want to make about Hayato and Shizue #But AITSF is a lot more found family rather than Children Record's focus on kids wanting to have fun together

[door]

could you please tel us about some chairs with names

hi i'm sorry for not seeing this earlier! i mostly use tumblr on mobile and it hides the inbox from me.

so, most chairs have names! usually given to them by their designer or manufacturer, but for much older pieces it could be what they've become known as by historians. here are some of my faves:

the womb chair

of course. the womb chair was designed by eero saarinen and manufactured by knoll (now by design within reach) and it is my very favourite chair in the whole world. incredibly comfortable and certifiably iconic (it was the first molded fiberglass chair), it was called the womb chair after Florence Knoll requested a chair she could "curl up" in. It's been enablng laziness since 1948.

the barcelona chair

here's a name that is directly tied to the chair's origin: the barcelona chair was designed by ludwig mies van der rohe for the king and queen of spain to use within the german pavilion which mies designed for the 1929 World's Fair in Barcelona.

it was a hit, and the rest is history! the barcelona chair has been in almost constant production (also by knoll and then design within reach) ever since.

the sgabello

here's one where the name is a type of chair--the sgabello (this one is half of a pair in the national gallery of art, washington dc collection) was big in renaissance europe. designed to line hallways and be sat in for short periods of time (a comfortable seat this was not), sgabelli were usually constructed of walnut and elaborately carved. any chair of this form would be considered a sgabello--here's an earlier one with very different aesthetics in the collection of the met.

the butaque chair

finally, a chair which combines type and proper noun names. the butaque is a chair which came into use in colonial-era latin america, a hybrid of the spanish x-frame chair and pre-columbian duho. this specific butaque, which has come to be known as a proper-noun Butaque Chair, was designed by Cuban-born Clara Porset, who lived and worked in Mexico from 1935 on. She set out to learn more about the vernacular furniture in her adopted home, and came across the butaque. Her version emphasized ergonomics and local materials--the original (c. 1950) porset butaques are covered in wicker, leather, or locally woven fabrics.

here's the one the moma has, which is covered in wicker.

and here's a photograph of porset's home.

i hope you enjoyed this taste of chairs with names! i encourage you to look up the furniture/decorative objects you love the most--they probably have names, too :)

#asks #anonymous #dec arts #LOVE to talk about CHAIRS!! #please ask me stuff about furniture lol

[lunasglow]

One day we need to have a legitimate discussion on how Jace and Luke weren’t even bullies and how a huge factor in Aemonds internalized rage is his perspective on blood purity. Oh, and how Aegon was really Aemonds biggest bully. And that day is today.

- Alicent herself knew this was true. “You may cuff him about as you wish at home, but in the world we must defend our own” she says after trying to frame Jace and Luke as “savages.”

-Alicent refers to Jace and Luke as Aegons “playthings” in the same scene. What kind of power dynamic do you really think was at play here? Aegon clearly liked to toy with his vastly younger nephews and influenced them.

- Mind you, Jace and Luke were 5-7 years old and NOT aware of the feud that ran in their frayed family. They lack the awareness of characters like Aemond and Aegon who are repeatedly reminded by Alicent that Rhaenyra’s family is a THREAT and that they are bastards who are beneath them in station.

-In contrast, there is not a single scene of Rhaenyra speaking about Aegon, Aemond, or Helaena in derogatory ways to her children. Even in the books, it’s evident that the feud between the children is entirely one-sided with the Greens growing up and *learning* to resent Jace, Luke, and Joff.

-the teasing in and of itself was so mild. What makes Aemond upset is that he doesn’t view Jace and Luke as his equals.

-to Jace and Luke, this was normal teasing. From Aemonds perspective, he’s being emasculated by younger boys who he views as sub-human and unworthy despite having dragons of their own because he’s been TOLD and ASSURED that they’re bastards.

- THIS IS WHY THE TEASING ACTUALLY SETS HIM OFF, NOT THE SEVERITY. Need we be reminded how strongly Aemond feels about “blood purity”? In a show about the Targaryen dynasty, he’s the only character to mention it.

Bonus:

- Aegon hating and wanting to tease Aemond is so on brand for them as characters. Aemond is a momas boy and Aegon is the disappointment. The allure to make his life hell is there, and what better way to do that than get their bastard nephews to help him undermine Aemond even more?

#hotd #team black #jace #jacerys velaryon #luke #lucerys velaryon #hotd aegon #aegon ii #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targeryan #anti team green

[ohsalome]

No one would call an artist from India “British” or an artist from Peru “Spanish,” so why do museums continue to label Ukrainian artists as “Russian”?

The misnomer issue is nothing new. Researchers and curators from Ukraine have been contacting institutions like the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) and Centre Pompidou for years to ask them to acknowledge the Ukrainian descent of some of the artists in their Russian collection. These requests were mostly ignored before the full-scale Russian invasion of Ukraine in February 2022.

Ukrainian culture (and any other post-Soviet/post-Russian Empire oppressed culture, for that matter) is successfully erased from global art history. And virtually every museum collection is an example of this erasure. Ukrainian art historian Oksana Semenik, who is now studying at Rutgers University, provides more proof of that. As an assistant curator at the Zimmerli, the biggest collection of Soviet non-conformist art in the US, Semenik examined the museum archive to find out that out of 900 artists labeled  “Russian,” 71 were Ukrainians, and 80 were artists of other nationalities like Belarusian, Latvian, Lithuanian, etc. “About 15% of the ‘Russian’ collection is misidentified. But when I asked if this could be changed, the response was: The identity question is not relevant these days,” Semenik said.

If this question is irrelevant, then why does “Russian” remain? “Some curators told me that using Ukraine in the caption is incorrect since there was no such country at that time,” Semenik continued. She also checked the online archive of the Smithsonian Institution and found 42 Ukrainian artists labeled “born Kharkov, Russia” or “born Odessa, Russia,” among other examples. In fact, a country called “Russia” did not exist before 1991, either. But the problem is bigger here — attributing Ukrainian cities to Russia, especially in the current context, rings like blatant Kremlin propaganda.

To be unable to recognize the difference between the Russian Empire, the Soviet Union, and the Russian Federation or Russia is a shameful mistake for institutions whose archives are used as credible academic sources. “It’s tough to acknowledge that the history Western art historians were learning for years, all those tons of books about Malevych and the Russian avant-garde, were part of the Russian propaganda,” Semenik added.

#ukraine #russia #art #russian culture #russian art #ukrainian culture #ukrainian art #cultural appropriation #decolonisation #colonialism

[lenoraah]

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

pairing - frederik vesti x reader

summary - cute and (hopefully) short moments in frederik and reader’s relationship written in headcannons

a/n - this is my first time writing for Frederik, let’s hope this isn’t that bad 🤞

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cooking together-

~yet another hot Danish Motorsport driver who also happens to 6’0/184cm (did i get that right) and has a very perky personality

~okay so i’m pretty sure we all learned some kind of dish from our mother/father before we left for college or our job

~and once a while when it’s a chill and relaxing night together, i see the two of you swapping recipes

~also maybe there just so happens to be a book of international dishes laying around somewhere in your apartment

~dessert recipes would be fun too, as long as the two of you don’t get into a food fight while you make if the cupcakes (no one likes cleaning up flour)

~it’s just a really fluffy idea and is really cute

going to old bookstores-

~all those really aesthetic pics of girls with their boyfriends at bookstores with vintage copies of everything

~oh yeah, that’s you and Frederik

~i think the two of you would get pulled into some bookstore when your going back to your apartment or when you’re in another country and you see a bookstore with a vibe that just pulls you in

~the three pounds for a book sale, i love that

~i think the two of you would be like, ‘okay we’re only getting four books’ and then come out with their thirty

~yeah there’s probably no self control and lots of candid pictures that the two of you took of each other

~I can just here the instagram and pinterest girlies going crazycoffee dates-

~okay here me put~the two of you would end up in a coffee shop after going to a bookstore ~and maybe you would just read or you would just talk for hours on end

~or the two of you would just have your laptops and coffee with scones or biscuits and just sit there doing work with each other’s company

~and the two of you would definitely have stolen glances at each other from time to time~and you would hold each other’s hand and it would just be all romantic and cheesy

~you guys would definitely not be able to stop laughing with you hold eye contact for too long after working for like two hours without looking at each other

visiting art galleries-

~this is for my creative and artistic girlies ~okay so, of course with traveling around the world you’re going to see a lot of art and public statues

~so like, (sorry I haven’t followed the f2 schedule in so long) of course Adachi Museum of Art, Museum voor Schone Kunsten and the Musée océanographique de Monaco

~and of course we can’t forget about the Louvre and MoMA

~i’d like to think that fashion matters when you go to museum

~like, obviously, not full blown~but maybe like Lissie Mackintosh core with your own twist, i mean have you seen her leather jackets and sunglasses

~and maybe for Frederik if we go that far we can do the sweater vest over the dress shirt and chinos or jeans

~your passion for art would be bold strong and he would love and respect that like he loves and respects you

#frederik vesti #frederik vesti x reader #frederik vesti imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 mercedes #mercedes amg petronas #mercedes #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #formula 1 #formula one #original post #original writing

[mimiri22-6]

Sudden realizations about EE/POP #1

Calliope most likely did the girl's hair before she passed but she only got around to teaching Loralai to do it herself because, well, Molly was 9-10 when it happened. Sure, she most likely knows some basics on how to take care of her hair; what products to use and not to use, how often to wash it ect ect(idk specifics or the right terminology to use, I'm white, so I just kind of let it do whatever??? But also if I have head and shoulders, I'm gonna use it. I do not take care of my wavy, curly, thick hair like I should but...¯\_(ツ)_/¯), but as a smaller child she didn't really have the dextarity or need to learn to it asap. She-*sniff* She had her moma to do it for her.

Molly has a constant afro, but her moma used to put it in puffy pigtails! Like Bear Ears! 😭 AND THE CLOSEST MOLLY CAN GET IT NOW IS TO LET SOME STRAINDS CURL AWAY MORE FROM THE REST TO MAKE SMALLER BEAR EARS NOW!! 😭😭

#GIVEMOLLYBACKHERBIGBEAREARS!!!😭😭😭

I need fanart of 12 yo Molly with her hair done again. I need fanfics of Giovanni learning black hair care and helping Molly with hers. I NEED THE HEALING ARC TO BE SEEN THROUGH HER HAIR TRANSITION! IM ALWAYS SO FKINF FERAL OVER BEING ABLE TO SEE DIFFERENT PARTS OF PEOPLES LIVES THROUGH STILLS AND NOTICING LITTLE THINGS LIKE THISSSSS! (I may not take care of my hair w the right products, but the length of it is Very rooted(ha) in different parts of my life)

istg, if Molly dosen't have pigtails/galaxy buns by the end of EE I'm going to-idek, cry? Maybe cry. Be very upset at least. Like. It's Right There!(Am I slow and this is just a widely known thing that I've only noticed now or did I do something for once?(no but seriously, tell me if this was a thing before I said anything))

#epithet erased #prison of plastic #calliope blyndeff #molly blyndeff #lorelai blyndeff #and even though he was just kind of mentioned offhand #giovanni potage #because he's just that good

[iam93percentstardust]

'lifting up your lover while kissing' or 'kisses to keep your lover quiet during sex' from the valentine's kissing prompt list 🫣 loved the first chapter, can't wait to see more❣️

Hi fren! This was supposed to be sexier than it was. It's fade to black tho?

~

They almost fall through Steve’s door, off balance and refusing to separate from each other for as long as it takes to focus on unlocking it. Tony laughs against Steve’s mouth and kicks the door shut behind him, leaning up against it. He wraps Steve’s tie around his hand and tugs him in for yet another endless kiss, warm and languid where only seconds ago, it had been heated and promising.

Steve goes into it happily, perfectly content to go wherever Tony leads him. Maybe they were leading up to something a few minutes ago, but there’s no rush. They’ve been together for a year now; they’ve learned to trust that neither of them is going anywhere if things aren’t Hollywood-style perfect.

“Did you have fun today?” Tony murmurs.

“Hmm a private tour of the new exhibit at MOMA and then dinner at the same place where Natasha set us up, and you ask me if I had fun?”

“Ah, I’ll take that as a no, then,” he teases, eyes twinkling.

Steve shakes his head and growls, “You’re such a menace,” as he gets his hands under Tony’s thighs and lifts. Tony moans and wraps his legs around him, using the grip he still has Steve’s tie to pull him back in. They kiss again, Steve tracing his tongue across the seam of Tony’s lips until he opens for him.

“I am a menace,” Tony agrees when they break apart to breathe. His eyes are blown wide, lips red and swollen. He looks gorgeous, and Steve wants to spend the rest of his life with him. Not for the first time, he thinks it’s time to ask Tony to officially move in with him instead of the almost daily sleepovers they’ve been having. “And because I’m being a menace, I order you to take me back to our bedroom.” He kicks Steve’s back lightly. “Mush.”

“You think you’re so funny,” Steve replies even while he’s already moving in the direction of their bedroom. Our bedroom. Tony had called it theirs. He smiles to himself, already thinking about how he’s going to ask him (or rather, how he’ll phrase him moving into Tony’s place in a way that doesn’t sound presumptuous because he can admit that Tony’s penthouse is much nicer than Steve’s tiny hole in the wall).

“I am funny,” Tony says, muffled because he’s doing something with his tongue against Steve’s neck that makes him curse and stagger into the wall.

“You’re something.”

“And that something is funny, I’m glad we had this talk.”

Steve rolls his eyes and tips him backwards onto his—their—bed. Tony bounces, looking immeasurably pleased with himself, and scoots backwards until he’s lounging in the pillows, spoiled little prince that he is. He follows him, crawling over Tony’s sprawled body. Tony smiles up at him, soft and lovely.

“Now, what do you think we should do now that we’re here?” Tony asks softly.

Steve starts, “I think we should…” and then doesn’t bother to finish as he skims his lips down Tony’s throat to his shirt. He carefully undoes each button, kissing every inch of skin that he bares. Tony shifts underneath him, letting out a needy moan when Steve finds his nipples.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Steve says, kissing him quiet. “This isn’t your penthouse. You don’t want the neighbors to hear what we’re up to, now do you?”

“Let them hear,” Tony tells him, eyes hazy. “Let them know everything you do to me and feel jealous that they don’t have what we do.”

And if that’s what Tony wants… Well. Who is Steve to resist?

#alle writes #stevetony

[barcalover86]

Basically, you’ve moved to Barcelona to become a doctor. You get a job as an intern at Barcelona fc first team, after saving and helping Xavi daughter, from an ankle injury. Once you start working as an intern, you take interest in gavi, and Xavi seems to notice this. However, your to shy to even to something about it (shy to the point where you can only help the older players, since they are easier and more comfortable to talk to). One day, Xavi decides to send gavi to you because he’s having a problems with his thigh. You get all nervous and shy, to the point where your a stuttering mess when questioning him about his thigh problem. You then overhear later on him talking about to the guys, in a not pleasant way (not really that bad, something that even herself would laugh about, however in this case she’s not). You then continue to examine gavi, however, you just end up giving him to somebody.

You can continue with rest

Please end it with a fluff, or even a smut if you write smuts

GAVI ONE SHOT

Summary: You moved to Barcelona to be a doctor, and you start to feel something for Gavi, but things aren't going as you would like to.

I really, really love this. Thank you so much for your request. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Your dream since you were 7 years old was to be a doctor at your favourite football club, FC Barcelona.

You eventually convinced your parents to do a medical school until you were 18 , so you couldn't have to do a lot of colleges.

Your plan was to move to Barcelona alone when you turn 18 and work somehow to your dream club. You knew it would be really complicated and maybe even impossible because no one would like to take a 18 year old girl in medical stuff. First of all, you wouldn't have any experience and second of all, you would be a distraction for football players. That's why mostly of the people who work at Barca were men and women. Rarely you see girls that have to touch young and talented players. Because, after all, you had to touch them. Not in that way, but still you had to do it, afterwards how could you see what's the problem with their muscles?

You worked a lot and waited for the moment you turned 18. Now, you were a young adult without any experience in life, but you trusted yourself.

"You really have to go? You are so young, and how can you handle alone another country? You don't even know catalan!" your mom was really worried when she saw you actually in the airport.

Your dad tried to calm her down a little, telling her that their daughter is more than just a girl and that you need this experience.

"Moma, I know spanish. I've been learning it for 3 years. Not all people speak catalan. And we'll talk every day, don't worry"

You tried to calm your mom, but the moment you said goodbye to both of your parents and best friend, Bia, you were the one that got emotionally.

When you arrived after a 3h flight to Barcelona, your favourite city, you couldn't believe that you really did it.

You went to your apartment that was close to Barca's training camp, about 10 minutes with a car, but of course, you didn't have your driving licence.

The apartment wasn't big because you were the only one who lived there, but it was beautiful.

You called your family and Bia to tell them that you were safe and got to your apartment.

You were the very first time in this city and wanted to see if it is really like in photos. But, man, it was even more beautiful. It was 9 p.m. when you arrived, a hot day in July. After a bit, the sunset had to set it, and you went to sit down somewhere where you could see it. You waited some time, but it was absolutely worth it. This sunset was the most beautiful one that you had seen in your entire life. You promised yourself to see it again.

When it was already late, around 11 p.m. and you knew how dangerous Barcelona really is, you decided to head home.

When you wanted to stand up, you heard someone screaming in pain. You turned around and saw a little girl, around 7 years old, on the floor. You went to her and asked if she was ok. She told you that she lost her parents and she fell out while looking for her. Her ankle didn't look good at all, and you knew you had to put at least one bandage on it so it wouldn't get worse.

Your home was really close, a 5 minute walk, and you decided to go to help her, but first you had to look put for the girl's parents .

After about 20 minutes of carrying her on your arms because she couldn't walk, she screams, "Papa, papa.!"

You were happy that she finally found her dad, but when you saw who he was, you almost dropped her. It was the new couch, ex player, XAVI HERNÁNDEZ.

"Asia, me asustaste!. A dónde fuiste! Oh, jovencita, muchas gracias." (Asia, you scared me! Where did you go! Oh, young girl, thank you so much!) he said while taking her from your arms.

"Papa, me duele el tobillo. Esta chica me ayudo y me dijo que se me puede romper y que tiene que ponerle una venda para que no empeore hasta mañana por la mañana." (Daddy, my ankle hurts. This girl helped me and told me that it can be broken and that she has to put a bandage on it so it doesn't get worse until tomorrow morning.)

"Oh, bueno, si quieres, puedo llevarte a algún lado para ayudar a mi hijita si todavía tienes tiempo para esto." (Oh well, if you want, I can take you somewhere to help my little girl if you still have time for this.)

He had hope in his eyes, and you accepted. Maybe this was your chance to visit Barca's training camp.

When you arrived there, you felt your heart speeding. It was truly big. You remember the fans that were waiting here for the players to make some photos of them, and now you were there. And not alone, but with Xavi and his daughter.

You went to a big room where you assumed that here the injury players were recovering. It had everything. Everything that a doctor would dream of.

"Ok, señorita. Puedes usar todo, solo haz que mi hija esté bien." (You can use everything. Just make my daughter okay.)

First, you looked at her ankle to know exactly what it was. Thanks to your school, you knew how to treat this quickly. You put some lotion that helps with pain and then bandages it. You told Xavi to give her some painkillers if it hurts her, especially in the night. He thanked you and asked you if you were a doctor.

"Bueno" you laughed. " yo deseo ser uno. Uno que ayude a los deportistas, es mi sueño desde que era niño. Hice la facultad de medicina, y ahora quiero encontrar una carrera, aquí en Barcelona. todavía estoy buscando" (Well, I want to be one. One that helps athletes, is my dream since I was a child. I did medical school, and now I want to find a career here in Barcelona. I'm still looking up for one)

"Puedo ayudarle. Tú nos ayudas, es mi turno de hacerte un favor. ¿Por qué no trabajas aquí en Barcelona? Primer equipo de chicos. No puedo darte un salario realmente bueno porque ahora no nos va muy bien financieramente, pero es bueno para empezar."( I can help you. You helped us, it's my turn to do you a favour. Why don't you work here in Barcelona? Boys first team. I can't give you a really good salary because we're not doing very well financially right now, but it's good to start with.)

You couldn't believe your ears. You immediately accepted it. When you got home, it was already 3 in the morning. You wrote your parents the big news and went to sleep, because tomorrow morning at 9, you had to be there to discuss more things with Xavi.

You were a total mess. You were almost late, but managed to get there in time. You two discussed about the job, he would pay you 1000k per month and for you that was way more than just enough.

The money didn't make you happy, but the opportunity. Your parents were so proud of you.

When you got home after 2 hours of talking, you called your best friend to tell her the news.

"I can't believe it either! I am really lucky, and maybe this is my destiny. Well, I am working under a man's eyes. I met him today, he is nice and a cool boss. The first 2 months, I am his assistant, and then I get to work alone. Xavi said that he talked to some people and I would do some medical college, but online. I have online classes that I have to take in the morning, 8-13 and then I am free for work until 20 (8 p.m). Sunday I have it free and it couldn't be more amazing!" you talked happily with Bia.

She was the happiest for you.

These months weren't easy. You had to learn a lot and working as an assistant wasn't that good. You met the players, mostly Pedri, Gavi, Balde, Ansu. They were usually going to your boss' office to see if the muscles were ok.

Xavi sometimes was staying with you to see if you were fine and handling everything, and he was so proud of you. You did a good job.

Of course, he couldn't not observe your eyes when you were looking at Gavi. Every time the boy came into the room, your heart was beating faster. You loved him since the first time you saw him at TV.

Xavi smiled every time he saw both of you in the same room, thinking that you two would be a great couple. Gavi really needed extra support, and with the girls, he was surrounded by, he wasn't in good hands. He had a lot of fans going for him.

Besides your admiration in him, he wasn't even looking at you. He was concentrating on his football career. You appreciated his love for this sport and didn't mind that he didn't have time for girls. You understood him.

But every time you saw him, your love was growing, making excuses to go anywhere else so that you didn't have to face him.

After 2 months, you had your own office. You were taking care of older football players like Lewa. You started to have a great relationship with him. He was a nice guy and helping him made you happier.

You were mostly learning because no one would go to you after 13, only after matches, because usually they had morning trainings. You were there every morning, and when you had some breaks, you were looking through your window to see Gavi training. Your mind would go crazy every time you saw him and couldn't believe your ears when you heard what xavi told you tomorrow morning.

If you feel uncomfortable, DO NOT READ this part. You have some intimate moments with Gavi.

"Creo que viste el partido con tu jefe y viste a Gavi lesionarse. Hoy tenemos entrenamiento a las 12. Me gustaría después de que terminemos con la sesión de recuperación, tenerlo aquí y cuidarlo." (I think you watched the game with your boss and you saw Gavi get injured. Today we have training at 12. I would like after we finish with the recovery session, to have him here and take care of him.)

You nodded, not wanting to make him disappointed in you, but where Gavi was injured..he wouldn't let his mom touch him there.

Around 15 (3 p.m.) he was in your office. He was sweet and a nice guy. He also looked concerned when he thought that you would have to touch him near his intimate area.

You asked him politely to lay down on the bed and you slowly put your hand near his area.

He closed his eyes in pain, but you couldn't stop thinking at how you could be on top of him and him being surrounded by pleasure.

You dropped your pen and then fell off the chair that you were standing. He opened his eyes, looking shocked.

"Lo siento," you told him, but you were so embarrassed that you didn't even see the desk when you got up, and that made you hit it so hard.

"Estas bien?" he asked politely.

You started to tear up because of your embarrassment. He decided to leave you and when he went out of the room, you really started to cry.

Good first impression. That day, you couldn't sleep at all. It's like the embarrassment wouldn't go away.

The next day, you were with xavi at the boys' training. You watched them until you heard gavi telling his friend how clumsy you are. He told them how you fell and made yourself a mess, and that made you sad, so you decided to leave.

However, Xavi wanted you to continue examining Gavi with his tight problem. You couldn't say no, so later that day, he went again to your office. When he came inside, you couldn't even look at him in the eyes. Your face was on the floor, while you told him again to seet on the bed. This time, Gavi laid down and save you some space and showed you to sit beside him.

"Vamos, señorita. Quédate aquí y ten cuidado de no lastimarte de nuevo." (Stay here and be careful not to hurt yourself again.)

Right now, he was being a sweetheart. You asked him if it hurts him when you touch him a little far away from where he was injured because you were too shy to touch him there. He, of course, told you no.

You asked him questions about his pain and he said " Porque no te enteras tu eres la medica aqui" (Why don't you find out, you are the doc her)

And with that, he put your hand right in his intimate area. Your eyes widened, and your heart started to beat even faster, if that was possible. He saw your face and smirked.

"Necesito quitarme los pantalones para que puedas ver mejor?" (Do I need to take my pants off so you can see better?)

"Ah..no, esta bien" but he didn't listen to you and took his pants off, leaving him only in his underwear. You blusher so hard.

"Vamos, no te pongas nervioso. Ayúdame" he said smiling innocently

You touched him and massage the area a little until you told him some medicine to help him with the recovery. You told him to go to your boss for the special training seasons that he had to take for 2 weeks.

"Para no volver a verte?" (I will not see you again?)

You nodded and stood up. He took your hand in his and told you to help him at least down there. You looked at him and saw how hard he was. You blushed so hard that he chuckled.

"Vamos, hermosa. Ayúdame"

He then took your face and kissed your neck slowly until Xavi came into the room seeing Gavi with his underwear kissing your neck.

I hope you like it ! Let me know if you want part 2 to this.

#gavi imagine #fc barca #fc barcelona #football #gavi #pablo gavi #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #boy pablo #gavi fluff

[racefortheironthrone]

I learned recently that Emma Frost is actually a natural brunette (instead of blonde). However, I also recently read "X-Men Phoenix Warsong" where the rest of Emma's thousand daughters are revealed. In their capsules, they are all shown to have blonde hair, and since Sublime probably didn't see the need to dye their hair then I assume it's their natural color. Since the Cuckoos have different hair than Emma as well as an improved diamond form, I'm wondering if they aren't purely clones. Could Sublime have included the DNA of one or more other mutants to enhance their powers? Could the Cuckoos have a "father?"

Yes, Emma is a natural brunette (although her mother Hazel and most of her siblings are blond, which is plot relevant for later) who was relentlessly Mean Girled by the popular blond girls at her private school. There's a whole fascinating sexual psychodrama about how the ideal form that Emma transformed herself through extensive plastic surgery and high-end cosmetology and fashion into is the avatar of her stock photo "bullies" that I'm not qualified to get into, but needless to say Connor Goldsmith has you covered on this.

And yes, one of the many problematic elements of the creative decision to have the Stepford Cuckoos (hat tip again to Connor) be Emma's biological children is that they're all naturally blond identical quintuplets who all look like young Emmas, even though Emma's appearance is deliberately, consciously artificial and genetics does not work that way, Lamarck.

However, this is due in part to the fact that they are not technically clones of Emma - although they are clones of each other, created en masse originally in their thousands by the Weapon Plus program. That fact is potentially quite significant, because it is highly likely that the Cuckoos' genetic father chosen by Weapon Plus (out of some weird Lamarckian eugenic theory, because the Super-Soldier Serum does not work that way either) is none other than Steve Rogers (whose preserved DNA samples as part of Project Rebirth makes him also Weapon Zero), and who also happens to be blond with blue eyes.

I like this idea a lot, mostly for the comedy value of the whole Emma/Steve ship. The Cuckoos historically think that Cap is an old square (then again, they think anyone over thirty is old). But I do kind of love the thought of them trying to parent trap Emma and Steve together as a prank - only for Steve to become the most awkwardly well-meaning "dad who stepped up" ever. I think the Cuckoos would absolutely hate being dragged to Mets games, but they'd probably be really surprised when Cap takes them to MoMa the next weekend and demonstrates a frighteningly in-depth knowledge of art history and a surprising familiarity with queer NYC circa the 20s and 30s.

#xmen #xmen meta #marvel #marvel meta #emma frost #white queen #stepford cuckoos #steve rogers #captain america #weapon plus

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 10

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating:  E

Warnings:  some foreplay and mentions of sex

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:   2164

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 10

Steve Rogers was like no man Melody had ever spent time with before.  Not just because he was a genetically enhanced, super-soldier that was over a hundred years old, and spent his time saving the world.  Even taking out the ways he was obviously unlike anyone else on the planet, he was still rather exceptional.  He had this old-school idea of dating, where they did go on physical dates.  It was never just Netflix and Chill.  They always went out and did something together, but because there was his fame to contest with, it wasn’t a simple case of going out for dinner and a movie.  Yet, Steve made it work.  He was good at picking restaurants where he knew that New York’s unofficial rule of leaving celebrities alone would be adhered to when they did eat out, but more often they did other things.  They went to the theater and on a private tour of the catacombs under St Patrick’s old cathedral.  He took her to a private party at MOMA, and a special presentation at the American Museum of Natural History.

Each date was surprising and it was easy to tell he was thinking hard about ways to keep her entertained.  Melody was excited to get to see a side of New York that she had never even imagined she’d get to experience - let alone on the arm of Steve Rogers.  Part of her wished that he would relax a little and they could just get to know each other on a more personal domestic level, but she knew she couldn’t rush Steve into getting to that moment.  One thing she’d learned about Steve was that he didn’t think he deserved to have that kind of domestic connection, so she would wait.  It wasn’t as if she was rushing to get to marriage and kids either.  She’d worked so hard to get to where she was, she was far from ready to risk it by settling down.  Besides, sometimes the dates made good writing material.

She wouldn’t write about Steve, of course.  Or at least she didn’t write about Steve and publish it.  Her private journals spoke in detail about Steve and how she felt about him.  She wrote about the things they did together, how she was falling for him, and her fears about dating a celebrity and a man who risks his life so regularly on the job.  She wrote about what it felt like when she had his entire attention and what his lips felt like when they kissed.  She wrote about the dates in detail from the moment he showed up to the moment they parted ways, and from those journals, she’d pick out the information about the venues of the date and had started writing a regular column in the magazine about the secret treasures in New York seen by an outsider who was being guided by a local and through the lens of someone falling in love.  It never mentioned love or dating or Steve at all, and yet it was proving to be pretty popular and meant that she was now earning a steady paycheck from the DB, which was boosted anytime she submitted one of her profile pieces.

It didn’t matter how the dates started, they did always end the same.  Steve would always walk Melody to her apartment building and kiss her goodnight at the door.  He never came up if she asked, and never asked if she didn’t.  She wished he would - though sex in her apartment was far from easy given the sharing arrangement she had with Bobbi, but she did want to have sex with him, and if not sex, a makeout session would do.

But she could wait for that too.  She wasn’t in the business of rushing anyone into physical intimacy.

Tonight Steve had taken Melody to a 1930’s 1930s-themed party in the Rainbow Room to celebrate the anniversary of the Rockefeller Center being opened.  She had never imagined seeing the inside of the Rainbow Room, let alone attending such a big event in a deep-red, floor-length, 1940s style, satin gown with lace overlay, on the arm of Captain Steve Rogers.  Steve had looked so good in his dark blue suit with red pinstripes.  He had accessorized with a blue trench coat with red satin lining and a dark grey fedora.  He was a guest of honor given he’d been living in New York when the building was being constructed and when it had opened to the public, and he’d given a speech about how he’d used to watch the buildings go up in Manhattan from the docks in Brooklyn.

It had been such a good night.  She had made good connections and gotten to dance with Steve while imagining that it was the two of them dancing his return from the war.  The food had been amazing and the room was everything she’d dreamed it would be.  As Melody walked home with her arm looped around Steve’s, even as they chatted about the night, her mind raced with ideas for her column and future interviews.

They reached her doorstep and she turned to Steve as her hand ran down his arm and into his hand. “Please come up,” he said.  “I’m still buzzing.  We can have a drink.  I promise no ulterior motives.  Not unless you have them.”

Steve’s fingers curled around Melody's, and his gaze shifted from her down the street, to the window two floors up, and then back to her again, his blue eyes locking with her brown ones.

“Sure,” he said.  “Just a drink.”

Butterflies began to flutter around in her stomach as she led him upstairs and into her apartment.

“It’s bigger than the one I shared with Bucky when we first moved out together,” Steve said as he stepped into the room and glanced around.  “I mean, or starters, there’s a whole bedroom over there,” he added, pointing to the door to Bobbi’s bedroom.  “I think your living room is about the entire space we had including the kitchen and bathroom.”

“So what did you have?  A twin bed and a kitchen table?” Melody asked.

“Pretty much,” Steve said. “I used to sleep on the floor on a pile of cushions.”

Melody laughed and turned, cupping his jaw as she looked up at him. “I’m sorry, I just pictured you curled up like a little puppy.  It was a very cute mental image.”

He laughed with her and leaned down to peck her lips. “I’m glad my tiny shoe box home is entertaining to you.”

“Aww,” she teased and leaned up and kissed him again. “I’m sorry.  Go sit down.  I’m gonna make you a drink Bobbi invented. It’s gonna make you hate me, but it’s nice and you should see it.”

“Why would I hate you for it?” he asked curiously.

“Wait and see,” she answered, practically skipping to the kitchenette.  “Get comfy.  I won’t be long.”

Steve continued to poke around her things as Melody began to make the two cocktails.  She muddled raspberries at the bottom of the glasses and then filled the glasses with crushed ice, added coconut rum, and topped it off with a butterfly pea flower-infused gin.  She brought the two glasses out with straws and handed Steve his.  He laughed and shook his head. “The old red, white, and blue, huh?  Can’t escape it.”

She sat down next to him and nudged him. “If a girl can’t tease her boyfriend, who can?”

He smiled and looked at her with soft eyes. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you call me that.”

“Is that too soon?” she asked.  “I mean - I know we haven’t -” her eyes flicked to the partitioned-off section of the room that her bed was hidden behind.

“No, no,” Steve said quickly.  “Not too soon.  I like it.  You’re my girlfriend.”

He leaned in and kissed her.  As his lips brushed over hers, she put her glass on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss.  His glass joined hers and he guided her back on the couch as he kissed her passionately.  His tongue teased into her mouth and she brought hers out to meet it, swirling them together.  She spread her legs and he moved between them, grinding down on her as his lips moved with hers.

Melody’s whole body was thrumming and her heart was racing.  She had not expected this at all.  She thought she would have rambled about how good the night was and shown Steve all the business cards she had collected from the famous and powerful.  She wanted to talk about his speech and for him to elaborate on it to learn more about the things that were important to the Steve Rogers who wasn’t on display.  She had expected Steve to need more time.

Now her cunt was dripping for him and she wanted nothing more than for him to strip off her gown and to feel him inside her.

Unfortunately, that was the moment Bobbi returned home from work.

“Oh, god,” she said as she opened the front door.  “Shit.  Ignore me.  I’m not even here.”

Steve was already scrambling back off Melody and Melody sat up, straightening herself off.  “What time is it?” she asked.

“A bit after one,” she answered as she hurried toward her room.  “Seriously.  Please, don’t let me stop you.”

“It’s fine, Bobbi,” Steve said.

Bobbi was already ducking into her room and she quickly waved her hand to dismiss him.  Steve let out a breath and picked up the cocktail, taking a long drink.

“I’m sorry,” Melody said.  “This is the worst setup for bringing people home.”

Steve shook his head. “It’s okay.  I got carried away.  If it’s okay with you, I’d like our first time to be a little more special.  Maybe we can go away for the weekend.”

Melody tilted her head.  She really had never met anyone like Steve Rogers before.  “Are you sure?  I’d be happy with a room with a lock on it.  We could always go back to your place.”

He nodded. “I know it’s putting a little pressure on it, but I think it’d be nice to do.  Old school.”

“Can I ask you something personal?” Melody asked.  Steve gave a brief nod. “Will it be your first time?”

Steve smiled and shook his head. “No.  I know I give off those vibes.  My number is low, but there is a number.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered.  I just really don’t want you to feel like you’ll be letting me down if you need time,” she said, taking his hand.

“You’re something else, you know that,” he said and kissed her cheek.

“So are you, Steve,” she whispered.

“I’ll check my calendar and book something. We can go upstate.  It’ll be nice,” he said.

“Sounds good,” she agreed.

Steve took another sip of the drink. “This is good by the way.  What’s on top?”

“Gin,” she said.  “I like how it goes with the rum.  It takes away some of the sweetness.”

“Why is it blue?” he asked.

“It’s infused with butterfly pea flowers.  If you add an acid it’ll turn purple,” she said. 

Steve gave an impressed nod and took another sip before putting the glass down.  “I should be going.  Say goodnight to Bobbi for me.”

“Will do,” Melody said, standing with him.  She walked him to the door and kissed him goodnight.  “Thank you for tonight. I had a great time.”

“I’m really glad you were there with me,” he said. “It felt a lot less like work.”

She watched him leave and shut the door, when she turned around Bobbi was standing in the doorway to her bedroom. “Sorry about the cockblock, cuz,” she said.

Melody laughed and shook her head.  “It’s fine.  I don’t think he was ready yet.”

“Yeah, I’m taking it slow with Bucky too,” she said. “But then - that has a lot to do with me.”

“Work or you haven’t told him yet?” Melody asked, picking up both glasses and bringing them over to Bobbi.  She offered Bobbi her untouched drink, and Bobbi took it and took a sip.

“Both,” she said with a sigh. “I hate telling people that I’m seeing when they don’t already know.  But I do really like him.  He’s quiet, but that kind of quiet where there’s something a little wicked under the surface waiting to come out.”

“You want me to feel around, see if I can get a vibe of how he’ll react?” she asked.

Bobbi pursed her lips and then took another long drink. “Okay.  Yes.  Please can you?  I give you permission to out me to Steve if you think he will keep it to himself.”

“Alright,” she said and hugged Bobbi.  “I love you, you know?”

“I love you too,” she said, hugging her back.  “Our lives are pretty crazy, right?”

Melody laughed and nodded. “You’re telling me.”

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #marvel fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #captain america fanfic #steve rogers x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #ofc #smut #the interview

[sweetjulyofmine]

Hayy🌸🌸 you’re so beautiful + you&your bf are such a cute couple. Would you mind sharing how you two met? I’m an intrinsically nosy person lol

Hi :3 I am on my laptop so that I can focus on writing an adequate response because I am also an intrinsically nosy person and am almost always hyper curious about relationships I see online or in person (very obsessed with the guy on tiktok who posts videos about people's meet cute stories.) I also love love and have waited forever to feel this way about someone.. My story starts in August 2022, I (living in new york) was about to be in North Carolina to visit my best friend Piper and my boyfriend (colin) was here with his .... then partner now *ex visiting our mutual best friend Natasha (who lives in new york.) Natasha had suggested that Colin and I become mutuals on instagram because we are both fine artists and our work had similar visual cues and we found inspiration from the same photographers. Our paths didn't cross then as I flew down south for some much needed southern summer time and he got a small taste of NY. Even from his vague internet presence, I always had a tiny feeling that lurked (hidden deeeeeep deep inside of me) and told me that he would be the one. A few months go by and I grow secretly fond of Colin and his photographs online (not sure if he felt the same way but I should ask him to write up his version of this story.) In January 2023, Natasha is flying back to her hometown (in the bay area) for our uni winter break and invites me to tag along. This was super exciting to me not only because I had never really been to California (let alone the bay) and I also had an ex there that I was planning on seeing (haha.) I then meet Colin again (who was on his uni break and also visiting his hometown) and in short hangouts begin to develop a small crush on him. I have a hard rule about not falling for someone in a relationship, but I had learned that in his last relationship he was open and while I would never think to try anything, I let myself have hesitant feelings. We went to the SF MOMA during my trip, really only on a platonic excursion, though we both admit now that it felt like a date and our chemistry even back then in those circumstances was most definitely real. The funny part of this story is that after we went to the museum, I had him drop me off at my ex's place (lol.) I fly back to new york with Natasha and from time to time I begin to text Colin. Sometimes it was brief about an artist we had a shared liking for, music we were listening to (he has perfect taste,) or book recommendations. One night we text until 7 am my time (4am his time, he went to uni in portland,) and it was really then that I knew that he had the exact characteristics and soul that I could fall madly in love with. Some more time passes, he's living across the country and still in a long distance open relationship and I'm in another situationship that wasn't developing anywhere. Him and his ex part ways and I am sporadically going on random dates. Speaking of this time of my dating fiascos, I went on a date with someone to a museum upstate and ended up buying a postcard with the intention of sending it to Colin. That begins our real love affair! We start sending snail mail nonstop and I hint to him that I will be back in California, where he would return to after graduating uni that spring. August 2023 I am in LA with my friends and he tells me that he's been thinking about visiting his grandma who lives in southern california. To sweeten the deal I tell him about the book fair that printed matter is hosting in LA, and that if he comes down, we should go together. He (obviously) drives down and the morning of the book fair, he picks me up from my friend's place and we spend the day together. The date actually didn't end for almost 36 hours since he ends up staying the night and we spend the rest of the next day together. Before he drives back up to the bay, we spend one more day together and it was genuinely the happiest I've ever felt. I fly back to New York and he goes on a family trip to Japan and our feelings for each other sort of blossom and we end up writing emails to each other back and forth every day.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Day Two - Bet

Barry was eleven years old when he first met Lup. He and his moma moved from the great empty plains of Georgia into the bustling city of San Diego in California. It was a pretty drastic change, but Mama’s sister lived out here for them to stay with, so Barry was trying not to make a huge fuss about it.

Still, it was weird here. Living in the city was far too loud. Barry didn’t know how anyone could sleep with all the noise. Even at night, there were car horns and bright lights and just- too much, sometimes. Way, way too much. He couldn’t hear the crickets over all the noise. He wasn’t sure California had crickets.

And the kids here were different. Back home, they’d get into scuffles a lot, but they’d always make up after each other. Barry had known the kids there his whole life. Their school was small enough that he knew every face, and everyone knew him. Here, there was more than one classroom per grade. He had already been dreading middle school, but he felt like he could Barry breathe in the hallways with so many people around.

But Mama— or, now just “Mom”, because someone overheard that he still called her Mama and started picking on him- knew what she was doing. She worked a lot more now. Barry supposed that came with the new territory. He was trying to get used to it.

But it was very, very hard.

She was never late picking him up from school on purpose. Sometimes she just ran a little behind. And his aunt and uncle were gone this week for a holiday, so they couldn’t come pick him up. He was trying to learn his way home, but every street corner looked the same here. Barry didn’t remember which towering building their apartment was in, let alone which of the endless streets it was on.

And it was raining.

The line for student pickup was slowly winding down. Barry kept his umbrella over his head, his eyes trained on the parking lot. She should be here soon. Unless she got hurt somehow? Or got fired and she was too sad to pick him up? Or something absolutely terrible had happened—

“Hey!” said a voice above him.

Barry jerked back, nearly falling off the bench. Standing there was someone he just vaguely recognized— from orchestra, maybe? From orchestra, definitely. She was carrying a violin case, which she set on the bench next to him. The bottom half of her pants was covered with mud.

“Uhm,” Barry said. “Hi.”

“Bet I can make a bigger splash in that mud puddle than you,” she said, pointing to a puddle further away from the school doors.

“Uhm,” Barry said again. “Prob— probably?”

“That is not the response I wanted,” mud girl said, somewhat critically. “But I’ll take it. C’mon, I’m gonna prove you right.”

Lup was… wow. Lup was. And from that moment forward, she Was with him included. She didn’t fix all his problems- he had too many of those. But over time, the harsh words from the other kids meant less and the sound of Lup’s laugh meant more. Life wasn’t better, but it was something. She was something.

Barry wouldn’t say that Lup was perfect by any means, but she made it a lot easier on him. Any time he’d get an “anxious face” (which he didn’t know what the fuck looked like, but Lup said it was very obvious), she’d nudge him and say-

“I bet I can talk to our waiter more than you can.”

“I bet I can get dressed faster than you.”

“I bet I can do the solo better than you.”

And Barry’s responses began to build from blubbering excuses into laughter into,

“Yeah? I bet you can’t.”

Barry— man, Barry will admit it, he was not a smart guy. Sure, his grades were good and he got into a good college but, it was sometimes hard to see what was right in front of him. It took several people to make him realize that his affection towards Lup might kinda be crush behavior. And it took over a decade to realize that, oh! Duh! She liked him back.

“Hey,” Barry said, nudging her. They were sitting in the back of their friend Magnus’s shitty pickup truck, deep into the country. There were crickets chirping around them. Barry always thought it was wild how you couldn’t see the stars in the city. Lup said she didn’t get the big deal of it all until the first time Barry brought her out here. The expression on her face when she first truly saw the sky was one he’d never forget.

“Hm?”

“Bet I can propose better than you can,” Barry said. Lup raised her eyebrows, her mouth quirking up into a smile.

“Oh?” she said. “Is that a challenge, babe?”

“Maybe,” Barry said. “If you want it to be.”

“You are going down,” Lup said, winding her arms around his shoulders. “I am gonna propose to you so hard.”

“I look forward to it,” Barry said, leaning in to kiss her. 

#blupjeansweek2023 #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing

[skepsiss]

We the Youth (1987) || Part Five || 3106 words

This is the final part of the mini-series!!!! This Stobin-centric story is about Robin learning how to love herself (with the help of her very queer life)!

Summary: Robin takes the time to go to the MOMA with Steve and Eddie. It's a much-needed break from the stress of her day-to-day, and Robin finds immense comfort hanging out with her two dorks at the art gallery. She adores her boys, and they adore her. This may be the first time in weeks that she has felt truly hopeful. Not only that, but the exhibit gives her a direction she hadn't been anticipating. Self-love is achieved!! Also, Eddie gets to run around like an idiot and piss off some art gallery guards.

Story by: Skepsis_Ree (on AO3)

Art by: @farahsamboolents || Link to art here!

This is the final part of the mini-series! Be sure to check out the other parts, AND OF COURSE, the art posted by Farah. Her art piece is a scene in the last chapter of the fic, so please check it out.

Thank you, @strangersteddierthings and @corvus-perplexus for Beta Reading this for me!

#my_writing #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #Stobin #platonic stobin #robin buckley #stranger things fic #stobin fic #Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2024 #STRBB24

[azulaang-chakras]

“Dada,” said the boy, earning a frown from his mother.

“Mama,” she told him, insistently. “Say mama.”

Bumi paused before repeating, “Dada.”

Azula let out a short groan, which only amused her son further. The only advantage she had in her situation was that they were alone. Ilah was out with Aang and Appa for the day, leaving Azula with Momo, the other Nomads, and Bumi. The young boy resting on the pillow between her arms was two months away from his first birthday. She, along with Aang, had been encouraging him to speak his first word for some time. Little had she known that the adorable little traitor in front of her would render her efforts to naught.

“Listen here, young man,” she told him, tapping his fat little cheeks with her finger for good measure, making him giggle. “I did not carry you for nine months and then give birth to you just for a man who did nothing to get this accolade.”

“Dada,” Bumi repeated with an innocently defiant smile, as if to defend his dad’s honor.

“Did you know that I was your sister’s first word? You’ve been crawling after her wherever she goes for weeks now. Don’t you want to follow in her footsteps now?”

It was a half-truth, which was far enough from a lie that Azula’s self-made promise to always be honest with her children remained unbroken. Ilah had started speaking early at seven months, but her only words at the time were ‘mamo’ and ‘moma,’ leaving it unclear whether she was talking about her mother, her favorite lemurine babysitter, or was mixing them up in her head. Ilah later learned to separate the two words, and Azula took the credit for being her eldest child’s first word.

Bumi’s response to the information was, “Dada!”

“Look, I’m going to tell your father that I was your first word anyway,” she explained to him, “so you might as well say it. You can say dada when he gets back. He’ll be happy with second place.”

“Dada!” he insisted, wiggling his arms for good measure.

Her baby boy was so young, but he already knew the power that he had inherited. His joy was starting to infect her, forcing Azula to press her tongue to the inside of her bottom lip in a vain attempt to not smile back at him. “Don’t think that little smile of yours will always get you out of trouble, young man.”

Another sudden fit of giggling widened Bumi’s smile even further, and its spark caught like wildfire in her. If Azula had one weakness, it was a smile from an Air Nomad.

#azulaang #my fanfiction #Aang #Azula #atla #y'all want some fluff?

[symphonic-scream]

Hello friends and fellow sufferers km bored so that means HC time

It's the P4 raising P5 au which I'm tagging under that name from now on I gave up on shortening it

Makoto took a long time to figure out zippers. So she'd be seen at school during recess running around with her coat open, claiming she wasn't cold. Haru eventually figures it out and until Makoto learns how, she does it for her

Kid fashion. Kid. Fashion. Ryuji with the plaid cargo shorts. The electric colours. Futaba with a shirt that says something cheesy about gaming. Haru with My Little Pony sneakers. Joker in little polo shirts with Featherman characters on them or something just. Yusuke with Lobster mittens. Ann with so many hair ties and GrL PowEr themed items. Makoto with the Buchimaru hat and backpack and belt and socks-

New Papa Naoto afraid to fall asleep with the baby because of the whole Rolling Over thing, so Rise constantly found him struggling to stay awake while little Makoto dozed off against his chest

Makoto's still afraid of the dark. So on stormy nights when her nightlight would lose power, she'd run into her parents' room and huddle between them. Rise would hum sleepily while finger combing through short brown hair, until the shaking stops, and Naoto would bundle his daughter against him, to hide her away from anything that could hurt her

God. They just. The little Shirogane family,,

Morgana is a normal cat in this, Akira finds him on the way home from school when he's like 10, so like about a year before Goro comes to Inaba, and Yu helps him convince Yosuke that they should keep him

Chie keeps bringing home the most mutt-ratchet fucking dogs. Yukiko can't say no when Ryuji and Ann team up with their Moma to convince her. At one point they have up to 4 mutt fucking dogs

Okay hear me out for this one. Ryuji and Makoto doin their usual thing, running around in the rain, before Makoto slips and it turns into shoving and muddy pushing on the ground

Ann, 12, sighs and shakes her head under the gazebo. "Ugh, those meatheads. At least Makoto's smart sometimes, right?"

"huh? Y-yeah, sure." And Haru, 13, averts her eyes because, something weird is happening in her chest. She's been feeling weird around her best friend, and it's worse when she smiles at her and holds her hand on their way to school. She looks up and, maybe it starts to click, watching Makoto laugh as Ryuji spits mud from his mouth.

Maybe, she's falling for Makoto?

On the other end of things, Makoto's kinda. Always known. Haru's been special to her for a while, there was no one moment. But she rambles to Ryuji about it, and to her Mama, and her Papa, even to Ann at some point. It's not as big a thing for her

They all eat lunch on the roof at Yasogami. Up there they can be as loud as they want, and no one really bothers them

Just. The older IT having monthly dinners together while Nanako agrees to watch the kids all together or something just. Laughing about the good old times, still together all those years later despite it all

And. Both Yoshizawa twins being alive. The crash injured both but they both made it.

OH. THERES ONE LITTLE GOOFY BIT I HAVE ITS

Futaba has a Minecraft girlfriend. It's Sumire. Neither of them know that they're friends irl it's. Supposed to be a little goofy haha thing

Oh. And the Thieves would all have different family names I don't think I mentioned which ones they'd all take

Like. Futaba Sakura, Yusuke Sakura, Goro Sakura

Haru Tatsumi, Makoto Shirogane, Akira Narukami

Ryuji Satonaka and Ann Satonaka

Yeah

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AI3 predictions + headcanons

Aitsf and AINI spoilers ofc

Date will come back looking like Falco wearing a Vochlocho with the Greg Chun voice in it

It is revealed that Horadori Institute’s sole sperm donor was So Sejima

I scared myself with this one, this sounds like something that would actually 100% happen

Meaning Iris and Mizuki would be bio half-sisters

So gets murdered finally

And the detectives are like uh oh, we have no leads, the killer could’ve literally been anyone ever

Date and Hitomi actually spend time together and reconnect fr and it’s good

Iris’s next somnium is Among Us themed

She witnesses something important, but her somnium hides it under a puzzle where we have to do tasks and correctly identify the impostor that symbolizes what actually happened. The AI ball is crewmate-shaped like Shovelforge Aiba

We’ll be able to play as Marco/Maruko

If the effects of somnium make Aiba more silly instead of logical and Tama more nervous instead of confident, maybe they make Marco loud and expressive while they’re usually shy and quiet in eye form

Aiba returns to Date and Mizuki gets a new partner

We learn significantly more Adorabbit lore (is it a cartoon or something, or is it like a fucked up parody of Sanrio characters?)

There is a character named Adorat that Bibi likes

They put Shoma on some sort of hormone therapy

He starts working for Pewter

Maybe gets a scholarship/grant from ABIS so he can go to uni for robotics. This way he can get the education without debt and then support Mame when she gets out so she can get back on track and have the ability to find something better than Sunfish Pocket.

Go go Boss blackmailing Riichi to help the Enda-Dois as a parallel to her blackmailing So to save Iris

Unlike Pewter, Amame actually stays in prison for a while, but not a super long time

We meet Mrs. Doi as an NPC and she’s comically normal

We will psync with Moma (hopefully they’ll dial down on his A-Set obsession)

Omg imagine psyncing with Ritsuko the secretary

Naix starts revering Tokiko like a deity

The game starts with Tokiko speaking directly to you, the player, as a sort of narrator figure

The characters call on Lien to pick locks again but his role is very minor like that of Moma in AINI

Bigger Hitomi role please

We get to go to Boss and Bibi’s home as was apparently planned for this game at some point

Screw it, throw in Ryuki’s place too. He probably lives in a fuckin mansion

Mizuki inherited two companies from Ren yet she lives in Date’s studio apartment. Sure, she secretly loves him and wouldn’t actually want to move out, but what does she do with the money she must be making? Donate a ton of it? Saving and investing?

Minor subplot where Date and Tama end up working together for some horrible, terrifying reason

Aiba’s interest in bugs and fish becomes relevant to the case

Another iteration of that hilarious highway scene where all the psyncers are driving to the same destination in their own ridiculous vehicles instead of everyone just going in the limo. Or would it be funnier if they were all in one car? How about both in one game.

In AI1 they said there were six psyncers at ABIS. We’ve met Date, Ryuki, and Bibi, plus Mizuki, so there must be at least three other psyncers and AI balls we haven’t met yet.

The game title will obviously be full of puns so what if AI3 (AI san) is about the first psyncer and AI ball? I’m not thinking a prequel, but it could explain the origins of ABIS and be related to the first case solved using psyncing.

It’d be neat if the main character is a more senior detective, like maybe a Jane Marple type figure. It would be cool to see an old protagonist since the end of VLR

Idk what Marco/Maruko’s gender settings are supposed to be since Marco is a masculine name and Maruko is feminine, but I hope we get a male AI-ball in general

What tacky vehicles would the new character(s) ride? A convertible? Badass futuristic motorcycle?

The English title will have the number 3 represent the letter E and “AI” somewhere in it. Perhaps they will use <3 to reference ai as in love

Polyamorous relationship between three people to represent “ai 3”

Man imagine AI4… knowing that one of the ways to say 4 sounds like “death” and is considered super unlucky in Japanese, they’d go crazy stuffing the title with double meanings

Canon wlw representation please,,, there aren’t enough gay women in the Uchiverse

Mentally undoing the Michael Bubleification of Ryuki’s solo in The Song, pure homophobia

(Feel free to add on)

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