#ultimately use whatever flag you feel is best for you!

[sanjisblackasswife]

(FLUFF/NSFW) Let’s Talk About: Gojo Having a Black Girlfriend/Wife

Fluff

This mf loves black women

Look at him

Ultimate light skin

We all know Gege said he wouldn’t be good in a relationship.

However it’s not because he’s a cheater

Why do people aim him to be a red flag do y’all even know anything about this man’s true character

But to circumstance .

But let’s say he can have a partner.

You are the first and only candidate for this man and if you turn him down he may hit on Geto

I HC Gojo as straight but I still enjoy making jokes about him and Geto being a couple

A lot of women threw themselves at Gojo but you didn’t .

Not to say you were not like other girls oh no

You wanted to sit on his cock too, but you had a standard of yourself

Tbh Gojo as a boyfriend would be like having a little brother.

He annoys

Your entire well being.

Takes your wigs (if you wear em) and plays Megan thee Stallion in the bathroom

Bro is the type to use that audio “I was out nigga’d and I will never be out nigga’d again” when he records himself braiding your hair

He braids amazingly btw

Speaking of TikTok yes he is TT Famous and y’all have an account together

Bro does damn near every couple trend just to show you off.

I’d also like to add Gojo didn’t start off showing you off you actually hid y’all relationship from anybody for about a year

He told you off rip he didn’t want many people to know about you just yet becasue he knew you’d probably be a target. If you didn’t agree to that then it’s curtains for your relationship

But since you were so understanding Gojo actually cherished that.

Hiding the relationship wasn’t that hard. He was a busy man and you were a busy woman so if anybody saw y’all together it was pretty rare.

Lowkey killed him though after a few months because he really wanted to do some PDA.

LOVES PDA

Love love LOVE

Lingering touches, butt slaps, kisses, whatever he loves it.

If you’re not into it he’ll try some self restraint but don’t get mad if he loses his mind when y’all get home

Would love to have kids with you!

“I’d call them my 2 piece and a biscuit.”

“The hell is wrong with you.”

“Little mocha babies…”

“CAN YOU—-“

Loves calling you mama(s) or mommy

If you like it it’s fine but if you don’t it’s worse because then he’ll keep going

Despite his confidence he can be very insecure sometimes

You didn’t even know this man could have such a low view of himself but that was about 2 years into the relationship he finally revealed the real him

Yes two years and that’s if y’all already been friends years prior to going out

He doesn’t open up easy but he learns to trust you

Some days he comes back to exhausted and mentally drained but he keeps a fake smile for you.

But you Seen right through his BS.

You don’t try and push any issues too far but you show with action you’re there. Some days you just grab him and place him on top of you on the couch, take off his blindfold and rub his back and hair

He’s gotten real emotional a few times when you did it, mostly because you’ve done it on days he just needed a hug.

You’re his literal teddy bear because of this.

He’s 6’7” so he towers over you when he slings his body on top of yours. He also throws you around a lot

“PUT ME DOWN MF—AH!”

He’ll pull your shorts down and give you brown booty a nice slap before rubbing it a little

“Shut up we’re taking a nap.”

Gojo really loves how you cook btw

Moreso what you bake

Mans has a sweet tooth out of this world so if you are a baker you’re now his personal chef.

Also don’t think the love you have for him is one sided he definitely shows his love for you too. He may be an ass sometimes but he’s an amazing listener.

His advice is usually what’s helps you best. Granted it’s not always what you wanna hear but Gojo is an exceptional listener and observer so if you ever feel bad it doesn’t go unnoticed by him

Can I also add y’all have so many inside jokes omg

The amount of references y’all can do in a conversation is so amazingly scary

Also once a month or so Gojo looks for a new show for you both to binge, and discuss about

Y’all are currently watching Hunter x Hunter together

“Killua would be an excellent student of mine.”

“He’d hate you.”

Dating him is like dating your best friend.

Gojo really likes to just have dates at home, you both cook together, play some video games , and just joke around

Not to say he won’t take you out he most definitely will though.

“I got you this dress be ready by 9…and don’t wear panties.”

“HELLO—“

Nsfw

Gojo is a pervert…he really is.

You didn’t know how bad it was when he was once really drunk and showed you his photo gallery to show you some memes he saved but accidentally showed the album of lewd photos of you on there.

“Oh! Ooooh! Oh this wasn’t the video…haha.”

A whole video of him recording you getting pounded from the back

“SATO—?!”

“Sorry…you look hot though lookit!”

Panty sniffer

Panty stealer

Takes the panties you wear when you’re on your period to replace them with thongs

“My pad wont fit—“

“It’s okay just wear a towel.”

You hate him sm

He casually makes remarks about sex

Like just randomly on a Thursday morning during breakfast

“Baby tonight when you suck my dick can you also sit on my face? I promise you’re not heavy.”

Like mf we are eating French Toast watching Sponegbob what’s wrong with you.

Speaking of being heavy he likes to pick you up and fuck you on the wall

Like

ALOT

He is most definitely the “Gentle lover but fucks you like a beast” trope

Wont admit it but loves eating your ass

He does very long licks when eating you from the back just to lick you ALLLLL THE WAY.

He has asked if you wanted to get your pussy pierced too.

He seen it in a porno and thought it’d look so hot on you.

“But—“

“No.”

Still asks like once a week

Gojo is a Butt man.

That’s why he loves doggy style with you.

The way your pretty melanin is so shiny and wet jiggling off of Gojo’s pelvis makes him so turned on he sometimes can’t last too long

“Fuck baby I’m cuming!” He whines as he slams behind you harder gripping at your thick hair.

His hand is never not on your butt

Ok one more thing on him being a pervert

He really likes taking pictures of you

Like ALOT

Sometimes you’ll know and other you won’t

Which are his favorite.

He has a few videos of you touching yourself without your knowledge and because of this he has 2 phones, one for when he’s out and that other phone hidden where nobody can steal it.

Really wants to make a sex tape with you

Like so bad

He doesn’t even use porn anymore to jack off he’d rather look at a video of you moaning his name

He’ll never admit it but he wants to be dominated by you so bad skshdhdiek

Why do you think he’s so teasing?

Your attitude is the most attractive thing about you and seeing you possibly snap at him one day and have him crying for more is something he hopes for you to do.

Also wanna know what he gave you for your birthday?

A dildo that was molded into the same shape of his dick

“Here! So then when I’m away you can help yourself!…still not as good as the real thing though eh eh.”

This mf is a menace.

#jujutsu gojo #gojo x female reader #gojo x reader #fan fic writing #gojo x poc reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo saturo

[ficbrish]

Snippet Saturday

[13Jan2024]

This is from one of the posted one shots in my Kinktober collection.

"You were my first."

[Astarion's bite scene]

[[tw/cw: cptsd, blood]]

“Do you think you could trust me just a little further?” he carefully asked with a flourish of his hand.

Vistri raised her brows.

“I only need a taste,” he cajoled, “I swear.”

The pounding in her ears started up again. He offered a thrill she’d never tried before. A vampire. People usually didn’t come back from one of those bites, did they? It was never only just a taste, was it?

“Fine. But not a drop more than you need,” she agreed despite her best intentions.

Astarion sounded a bit shocked, “Really? I—Of course.”

The fact that even he was surprised Vistri said yes was a red flag she was fully aware of. She was very aware. If magic whispered under her skin, self-destructive impulses shouted through it.

“Not one drop more,” he promised, elation breaking through his measured voice.

It would be the ultimate moment of truth. Vistri was either someone important enough to spare, or this would be her final night. Astarion would either take only as much as she gave or use her up completely. It was a true test of value, who they were to each other and who they were as people.

Astarion still couldn’t believe she said yes; that it had been that easy. No one had ever known him for what he was and offered themselves anyway. Maybe he didn’t have to get rid of her after all. Maybe he didn’t want to.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Astarion said smoothly, inviting her back to her bedroll with a gesture.

She glared at him and mumbled as she settled down, “Could have started out this way if you weren’t such a bitch since that boar.”

“I was not!—You’re ruining the atmosphere now, darling.”

“Atmosphere? We’re in the dirt trying not to wake our companions who are also in the dirt.”

Astarion raised a brow, “Bit more premium than the mud, at least. Now lay back.”

They were going to try this again, with her permission this time. Vistri laid back in her bedroll fully prepared for death. She knew her worth and was ready to surrender to it.

Dirt.

Vistri was dirt. Whatever was about to happen validated that, and it excited her enough to feel something as much as it choked her.

“I’ll haunt you,” she said.

“What?”

“If you kill me. I’ll haunt you.”

“Right.”

As Astarion crawled over Vistri, all he could think was, finally. The pulse in her throat called to him, reaching towards his. It was a completely brand-new ecstasy, and he kept waiting for someone to snatch it away before he could have a taste.

He let out a low groan, almost a growl, waiting for her signal.

Vistri tried to blink away the warmth that spread over her as he hovered above her. It wouldn’t go away. She gave up and closed her eyes, making a silent bet with herself.

“Go on.”

Astarion lunged forward and pierced her neck so fast it was like the punctuation to her sentence.

She knew there would be pain. It was quick and sharp before it throbbed into numbness. Vistri felt her life and his flow through her. Her heart and lungs fought helplessly as she gave herself to him.

Astarion longed painfully for a moment like this his entire undeath, and it was better than he could have imagined. Her dragon blood was cool on his tongue, like frosted cream. The silver scales on her face had piqued his curiosity, he’d wondered how she tasted. Now that he had her, he was lost.

Vistri had anticipated teeth, not mouth. His fangs were only there for puncture. The rest of it was all lips and tongue and throat. He swallowed her down.

She should probably stop him.

Probably.

Or she could let him continue. Give in entirely until she was all gone…

Astarion never wanted to stop. All performance was put aside; the only thing remaining was his cursed nature. His tongue eagerly lapped up the blood against her neck.

Vistri couldn’t tell if there was something narcotic in his bite, or if that was just…

Gods, please don’t let that just be him.

She felt her knees shiver, and almost let Astarion have his way.

Then another thought suddenly shouted above all the others. Maybe he couldn’t control himself. He’d said he trusted her, and if that wasn’t a lie, then perhaps he meant for her to stop him before he lost them both.

“That’s enough,” she reluctantly sighed.

Her voice reached Astarion through the dreamy fog.

“Mhh?” he moaned, yes?

He was still lapping her up as he answered. His question broke over her skin. Vistri twitched and he must have taken that for pain.

“Oh, of course,” Astarion excused, tearing himself away.

Vistri felt a chill as his body left hers. Her heart was still pounding.

They stood across from each other wanting more.

“That—” Astarion’s words faltered, overcome by ecstatic satisfaction and lingering bloodlust.

Her stomach flipped at the sight of him. His new vigor was palpable, and a genuine smile spread over his lips.

“That was…” he smelled and tasted the mess she left on his face, sucking his fingers clean, ���Amazing.”

Either her stomach had flown to her chest, or her heart flipped this time.

“My mind is finally clear,” he continued, “I feel strong. I feel…. Happy!”

That was the first time Vistri ever saw Astarion take a deep breath. His shoulders naturally sat lower than she thought they did.

She wanted to taste him right back, “I’m looking forward to seeing you fight.”

“Shouldn’t take long,” Astarion smirked, “So many people need killing.”

And Vistri wasn’t one of them.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he bowed, “You’re invigorating, but I need something more filing.”

“Wait!” Vistri called out as he strutted off into the forest.

Astarion turned around and found her at his heel.

“Um,” she gestured at her face, “You have…”

“What?”

She shyly reached for his mouth. Astarion jumped slightly at her touch but allowed her to wipe her finger along the corner of his grin.

“Little bit of blood,” she muttered, and cleared her throat.

Astarion had to stop himself from grabbing her finger and licking it clean.

“Oh,” he said, “My, my. I have made a mess, haven’t I?”

Vistri put on a smirk, “Nothing that takes more than a little wipe.”

“Right. Well—”

She was standing so close. He could still sense her pulse, smell the blood clotting on her neck. Vistri was looking at him with such a mix of emotion that it made her a riddle. Why didn’t she kill him? Why did she let him do that?

Astarion’s eyes travelled from her neck to her lips. Now that he’d had a taste of her throat, he found himself curious about all her other parts.

“Off you go!” Vistri playfully pushed him towards the trees.

He obliged but turned back once more to thank her, “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

“Wouldn’t dare let you,” she smirked.

He returned it, then left Vistri alone with her aching neck. She could still feel his mouth on her skin, and her breathing hadn’t yet stilled. She shut her eyes, willing the wanting to go away. If it was kind, it would just go away.

The woods were full of treasure, but they felt empty. Nothing could compare to the fine, exquisite vintage of her. Astarion told himself it was just the dragon blood. It wasn’t tied to Vistri at all.

It couldn’t be.

#vistarion #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #snippet saturday #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #BrishFics #astarion #astarion ancunin #before a confession of love fic #lime

[shock-micro]

Hi, I'm Mira! I'm a silly gay robot on the internet. "How," you might be wondering- don't worry! I have a two greek letter answer for you: θΔ. I'm also transfem, if you couldn't already tell by the trans flag in my profile picture.

I used to do Minecraft stuff, trying to make the game live up to its visual potential while staying within the confines of the vanilla game's engine, but now I'm kinda just burnt out of the game as a whole. Oh well! Now I just generally like looking into the visual and game design of various games.

My interests are mostly gaming-related, but I've tried to dabble in art occasionally. I like all sorts of games, like Pokémon, Minecraft, Celeste, Hollow Knight, Rain World, Risk of Rain, Ultrakill and probably even more that I'm missing, and definitely more after this post is made.

Feel free to send me asks whether we're mutuals or not!

I do have a sona, designed by a good friend of mine, @quantumpickle! I don't quite have a reference sheet, but I don't really care if you get it inaccurate- I love seeing how different people interpret the design. Whatever you do, though, don't forget the body fat- it's a reflection of who I am, at the end of the day. If you want a good picture of what I look like, look at Pickle's amazing work:

My posts are mostly reblogs, but I always end each session of scrolling with a post of my own, to know where to end next time I log on. I try as best I can to keep this account safe for work in both reblogs and original posts, though I am an adult. I will say something if this ever changes.

I am plural, sharing a body with a rabbit girl named Moon. She doesn't have her own sona yet, having recently (as of this post) decided to no longer associate herself with the character that first helped her manifest. You'll know it's her- she uses blue-colored text, and I typically don't type in proper grammar on Tumblr.

Hello, all! It's Moon- I'm not typically around as much as Mira, but it's always a pleasure when I can be~

I do have a partner, and I will always talk about them given the opportunity, but I carry a certain form of love for all of my close friends. The people I know mean a lot to me.

I love the simple things in life, from food, to nature, to the contrast of light and dark in both a literal and literary sense. I often find myself overwhelmed by everything that goes on in the world, but I find comfort in knowing the bad stuff is only a few bad people out of a beautifully diverse species.

If you couldn't tell, I generally prefer looking on the bright side and finding something to love about things rather than staying miserable all of the time. I don't get out much, and so I'd much rather give people that light to hold onto than spread the same old bleak story that you've heard from countless other people, regardless of how important it is to share. Change is built on hope, after all.

Normally people put a DNI in their bio or their pinned post, but I don't really care to do that. If you're a bitch, I'll block and move on. I don't care how you use a label, or where the other folks in your head came from, or whatever other queer-adjacent drama is the hot topic, I accept you regardless. I'm ace, I still love my partner, I can love anyone, I use it/its pronouns, I'm robokin, I've got another goober in my head whose origins are unknown, do you really think I'd hate you for being you?

That's actually an important point- even if I do think something someone's done is unforgivable, I believe that bad people are still people. In some ways, that makes things better, they have lives outside of what they commit, but it also makes things worse when you realize someone woke up and actively chose to perpetuate genocide. Some people are genuinely that bad, others are just misguided and can be helped. Ultimately, it's not my job to "save" anyone. I just try to provide a light of kindness when I can.

Wow, that was long-winded for a post that's just supposed to describe me. I suppose that's in-character for me, though. Agree with me or not, I don't really care, as long as you're respectful. I hope you've found this post helpful in understanding who I am as a person, long-winded as it is. Have a good one, whoever and wherever you are.

...now how do I pin this?

[one-strugling-bean]

OFMD Random Commentary (Final Thoughts)

Okay so. I finished OFMD in 3 days. Season 2 is right at the door and I'm super excited for it.

While I wait though, I thought "Why not make a huge ass essay about my thoughts on the 1st Season?" And now here we are! And trust me I have tons to say. So without further ado, let's start:

Before anything else, I want to say, I had so much fun. This show was hilarious most of the time while still easily hitting me in the feels when it needed. By the end of the season, I wanted to adopt pretty much everyone and give them whatever they wanted. The romantic relationships weren't born out of thin air (although I think Jim and Olu could've been explored a little more) and the overall vibe of the show was so freaking inviting.

Stede and Ed were very captivating and their scenes together are always so evolving. Their actors convey strong emotions so freaking well. It's like I'm right there, in their heads, as the scenes play out, and I can tell what they're feeling perfectly just by looking at their expressions.

That being said, Ed was a bit harder for me to figure out than Stede. There were a lot of scenes, especially in the beggining, where I was at a loss as to his intentions. But it works in his favor (and the viewers') because Ed is a mysterious person for pretty much every character in the show. It's fun when everyone on screen is as clueless as us. It also contributes to the welcoming vibe of the show - it's like I'm there, just as clueless and scared as everyone else, trying to figure out what exactly makes Blackbeard tick.

And speaking of everyone else! My gosh, I loved the crewmates... I think I even said that at some point in an episode, but my favorite moments of the show were just the crew interacting with each other. Separated, each of them is nice and kinda funny, but together? They gave me the best laughs of the whole show.

It was the little things. Wee John, Roach, and Frenchie messing up a cross sign(?) for Nana, the flag-sewing arts-and-crafts, the rehearsal for the Fuckery, the Fuckery itself- just, everything.

As the episodes pass, and you grow to know the characters - recognize their faces, memorize their names, figure out the traits and places they take in the crew - they also grow to know each other. In the first episode they seem to be pretty distant from each other - acquaintances at best. But by the end you realize that that's changed - and you watched it happen. In every little scene, every funny comment or near-death experience - almost imperceptible on a first watch I think. Most of the time they just seem to be fighting each other. But those bonds do happen, and not just between the romantic pairs but everyone. Even with you, the viewer.

I think that's what makes the last "we talk it through-" "as a crew!" scene, followed by (or before) Lucius reading Stede's journal out loud, so powerful. I don't think I mentioned it in my post of the episode, but it gave me chills. You get this feeling of "we came so far" that just completely warms your heart. And you can see, in each one of their faces that they're all feeling the same thing. They came full circle from the first episode - they're not just a rag-tag group of useless people anymore. They're growing closer to becoming a family, a real crew. And it's fucking amazing.

TL;DR - they figured out the Found Family trope really well. And Found Family is my kind of thing soooo.

But oh well. Nothing can be good forever - especially if that thing is a happy ending in a queer show, so the rest of episode 9 and episode 10 happen. And the feeling of betrayal starts.

From a Gentlebeard/Blackbonnet perspective, the way I see it, Ed calling out the Act of Grace for Stede is the ultimate sacrifice from Ed for Stede. In contrast, Stede abandoning Ed at the dock is the ultimate sacrifice of Ed from Stede. See the difference? What I'm trying to say? I sure hope so, because I'm not sure I do. It just seems right when I say it.

Then Ed goes to the ship and everything goes off the deep end - ft. Izzy Hands being his usual creepy self.

Izzy.... creeped me out honestly. The whole time, not just at the end. From my peak on the OFMD fandom, he seems to be a pretty loved character, but I honestly dislike him a lot. I dunno. He was creepy and awful and did many horrible things for not-that-worthy reasons and I just overall didn't vibe with him. So I guess having him be the one to break Ed felt like a big, personal slap to the face. I dunno. Just wanted to call him every name in the book, you know?

(I also decided to take personally the fact that his name is a very common nickname of my name. I'll never accept to be called Izzy again. The PTSD and rage would be too much.)

Then, of course, we have Lucius's "death". Honestly? I don't think he's dead. He is too iconic to die in the first season. There's no way the writers didn't know Lucius was gonna be a fan favorite. The cliffhanger around his death was 100% planned as a special, last-minute, sadistic gift for the fandom. It will also probably affect something in S2.

That being said, I will only feel rested when I see him alive and well, nestled in Black Pete's arms. I gasped so loud when Ed threw him out of the ship you have no idea. I was so worried. Still am. That's how important his character has become to me. To most people, probably.

(I do think I saw a bit of Lucius's face in a random shot of the S2 trailer. His alleged self is pulling at someone's legs with Frenchie. But do not tell me if I'm right. I've been trying to stay away from trailer dissections.)

Frenchie and Jim also worry me greatly, but they seem to be doing good in the S2 trailer, so that helps. (Not Frenchie conquering his fear of cats by becoming one).

As for everyone else..... God, I was so horrified about their situation until that last scene. Stede coming in the dinghy might as well have been the sighting of an angel (I like to call this feeling the Sanji-backstory-PTSD). I've come to care so much about these characters, how was this show capable of tricking me like this??

Honestly, after all is said and watched, I'm unsure if I'm glad I waited so long to watch it. Because on the one hand, I won't have to wait months and suffer from the cliffhanger like most of you guys did (I feel for you all). On the other, I'm afraid I might've missed a few years of glorious fandom history and events.

I dunno, it's complicated.

(Send me links to all the best fanfics you can find - as long as they're in English and have at least 2000 words I'll take them).

But yeahhhhhhhhhhh, think this might be it for now. I don't know if I'll repeat the Commentary for S2- would you like that? If I get enough responses, Ig I will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But in any case, for now, I close. Hope you had as much reading my reactions as I did watching this show.

Have a nice day! ^^

#i just thought of something #im european #theres a good chance the season wont be available for me on the 5th #.....does anyone know how i can know for sure....? #well #im sad now #boooo #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd random commentary #stede bonnet #edward blackbeard #blackbonnet #gentlebeard

[bestworstcase]

Which parallels between Ruby and Salem?

the first one i picked up on is that salem, in 6.4, echoes almost verbatim something ruby says to oscar in 5.5: oscar says that he’s scared, ruby tells him “we just have to press on;” and salem mutters—seemingly to herself?—“and so we must press on.”

further, the placement of these lines are directly mirrored in a really interesting way: oscar interrupts ruby before she can finish, asking how she can be so confident after everything she’s been through, and she answers that she isn’t confident, that she feels just as scared and overwhelmed as he does, but she’s chosen to try her best—to keep moving through the fear.

in contrast, salem gives this grandiose little speech to her acolytes—and of course none of them dare to interrupt her, but there’s nevertheless a lull, a pause in which salem glances out the window and we glimpse the sadness and weariness she’s carrying under the surface, because the mask slips just a little. “and so we must… press on” is salem’s answer to herself, to whatever pang of regret or doubt or exhaustion she just felt, before her attention goes back to her audience and she starts talking about the next steps in her plan.

so on the one hand we’ve got this inversion of ruby saying “we just have to press on” as a lead in to ruby having this monologue about what she’s feeling and what she meant, and then salem interrupting herself to make this remark—but on the other hand, both lines ultimately function as sort of narrative trail markers, flagging the grief/fear/pain both ruby and salem are carrying with them as they try to press on, and also highlighting the important difference that ruby has people in her life who care about her, people she can talk to about her feelings, and salem does not.

and on subsequent viewings it really hit me that rwby does this kind of thing with ruby and salem A LOT—that’s just the most immediately obvious example, because of how similar the two lines are.

another example occurs between 5.11 and 6.3. you know this beat?

RAVEN: All that time spent spying for Ozpin, and you still have no idea what you’re dealing with. There is no beating Salem!

RUBY: You’re wrong. We’ve done things that most people would call impossible, and I know the only reason we were able to do it is because we didn't do it alone! We had people to teach us, people to help us, we had each other. Work with us. At least I know we'll have a better chance if we try together. Please.

[She extends her arm, offering her hand to Raven, and Raven glances down—considering, for just a second—before her expression hardens and she steps back, resolute and angry.]

RAVEN: You sound just like your mother.

…yeah in 6.3 salem’s rejection of the divine mandate, the counteroffer she makes to ozma, and his reaction to that? framed EXACTLY the same way. and what’s really striking about that is that, from salem’s perspective, the underlying emotion of that scene in the lost fable is also identical—something that jinn’s narrative intentionally obfuscates by framing the scene through ozma’s point of view.

but, like, consider what’s really happening in that scene from salem’s side. the gods are the ultimate evil; they tortured her, murdered the planet, and consigned her to eternal suffering to punish her for disobeying them. she knows how powerful they are, and she’s seen that they don’t care if people are standing against them or not—they’ll kill anybody, they killed EVERYBODY, just to make a point to one person. to her. yet she also wholeheartedly believes that people can overcome their tyranny, that it isn’t futile to stand against them. (and why shouldn’t she believe that? after all, humans came back.)

so… in her eyes, ozma has just revealed a terrible secret—he was sent back to remnant to enact the will of those evil gods, and he’s chosen to obey because he’s terrified of what they’ve sworn to do if he does not—and salem comes back at him with: no, what they asked of you doesn’t matter, why should we obey them when we can fix what they broke by ourselves? whether you read “replace them” as “replace humans” or “replace the gods” doesn’t matter, because either way: from’s salem’s point of view, she’s asking ozma to join her, to work together to achieve their goals without submitting to the will of the gods. and ozma (figuratively) answers that with a fireball to the face, just as raven did to ruby in 5.11.

but wait! there’s more!

i’ve mentioned before that i think the fight with cordovin at the end of v6 is a big hint at what the emotional shape of the final confrontation with the god of light will look like—“clearly the people have forgotten that they live in peace thanks to the awesome might of atlas! […] consider this a reminder! […] and watch how your leader maintains order!” c’mon. “you are ants! you are lower than ants!” c’mon. “this is what happens when you think you know better than those rightfully in charge!” HELLO?—anyway, with that in mind,

in 6.12, ruby and maria fly right at the mech to bait cordovin into firing on them, intending to exploit a weakness oscar identified in the missile launcher itself. but cordovin figures out the ploy and, enraged, shoots their plane with the mech’s dust cannon instead. maria’s eyes get shorted out, the plane spins out of control, and they crash. ruby immediately picks herself up and marches forward to plant herself squarely in front of cordovin, staring down the massive barrel of the dust cannon as she REFUSES to surrender and declares that she and her team are GOING to atlas, no matter what.

sound familiar?

it really should:

where this one gets really interesting is that not only do both salem and ruby respond to what should have been a crushing defeat by getting right back up to stand their ground while shouting their defiance to the cruel, power-drunk authority figure who slapped them down in the first place—both of them also stick with the original plan, doing exactly the thing they were trying to do before getting slapped down. salem’s is “i’ll come back, i’ll tell the world of this massacre, raise a new army—” and ruby’s is baiting cordovin into taking a shot at her so she can exploit a weakness in the firing mechanism, and thus disable the weapon altogether. salem fails because the gods have already killed everyone, not just her allies; and ruby prevails because, by putting herself at point blank range this time, she neatly removes the advantage that allowed cordovin to outmaneuver them the first time around.

now, think about this: what is the essential difference between ruby in 6.12 and salem in 6.3? what tactic did ruby rely on to beat her odds that salem didn’t when she faced the gods?

ruby identified and then exploited a fatal weakness of her opponent, while using her opponent’s strength—the sheer size and power of the mech itself—to her advantage, literally hiding in front of the dust cannon cordovin intended to kill her with so that cordovin wouldn’t be able to see what ruby was doing until it was already too late to stop her. ruby wins here because she relies on the same tactics salem uses in the present—tactics that arose directly from lessons salem learned from her defeat at the hands of the gods.

and what’s especially neat about that is, those tactics don’t come to ruby any more naturally or instinctively than they came to salem; ruby has always been pragmatic—the kid stone-cold cut off tyrian’s tail after he stung qrow!—but she’s also a very straightforward combatant up until this fight. she’s a brutal, efficient fighter whose basic approach to battle is to ruthlessly chop down her opponents or snipe them from afar until there’s none left…

…which was exactly the mindset that got salem to fomenting a rebellion and leading an army to confront the gods head-on—exactly the mindset that led to salem’s horrific defeat and the total annihilation of humanity at the hands of the gods. which ruby witnessed only a few days before she pulled this tricky, underhanded move to disable the dust cannon and beat cordovin against what seemed like impossible odds. ruby learned the exact. same. lesson. from watching salem’s defeat that salem herself did through experiencing it, and upon being put into a similarly hopeless battle against a foe orders of magnitude more powerful than herself, ruby immediately put that lesson into action AND THAT’S WHY SHE WON!

salem’s divide-and-conquer strategy is also one ruby employs to great effect in the rwby-vs-ace-ops fight at the end of v7, and again against ironwood early in the climactic sequence of v8—striking at multiple pain points at once to split him off from his loyal supporters and playing to his arrogance and need for control to get him to lower his guard once “penny” has been restrained. other people besides me have pointed this out, so i won’t belabor it other than to emphasize that ruby adopts this strategic approach because it works and is morally neutral—that is, there’s nothing intrinsically evil about divide-and-conquer tactics, and both the narrative of rwby and ruby herself understand that salem is evil not because she relies on such tactics but because she applies them toward monstrous, destructive, cruel ends.

anyway—in the interest of brevity i won’t outline everything but i do want to highlight two more. one is just a visual/symbolic thing that has me VERY curious about the direction the story might be taking with ruby in v9, because THIS shot in the v8 opener…

…is STRONGLY evocative of this shot of salem sinking into the pool of darkness…

…and occurs in the context of an opening number whose theme is “we thought we could change the world, we tried our best, we gave everything we had and failed, but it was worth it to try.” with a side helping of “some heroes choose the wrong side” and an extra side helping of you could play the whole song over the failed rebellion in lost fable and have exactly salem’s point of view.

gives me brainworms.

anyway, the other thing—the last thing, is what ruby says during the broadcast in 8.5: “things are dire, and we need help. but please, try not to panic; this isn’t some new enemy or invading kingdom. this is a force we’ve faced before, for centuries: salem. […] we didn’t have time to prepare for salem, but now you do! just because she can’t be destroyed, doesn’t mean she can’t be beaten! if she really was unstoppable, she wouldn’t have acted with such caution before now. she knows we’re a threat! so even if we—even if atlas falls, you can’t give up.”

in… essence, that is a reiteration of the point salem makes about ozpin’s failure during her monologue in 3.12: “how does it feel, knowing that all your time and effort has been for nothing? that your guardians have failed you? that everything you’ve built will be torn down before your very eyes? your faith in mankind was not misplaced: when banded together, unified by a common enemy, they are a noticeable threat… but divide them, place doubt into their minds, and any semblance of power they once had will wash away.”—the emotion is very different, but in her broadcast ruby does precisely what salem is mocking ozpin here for not doing, ie using the threat salem poses to the world as a rallying cry to bring people together. there’s even a slight echo of salem’s own language in ruby’s broadcast; salem describes a unified humanity as a “noticeable threat” and ruby repeats that as “she knows we’re a threat!”

and in general, ruby speaks of humanity’s collective strength and of the possibility of people coming together and being able to drive salem back with the same conviction salem does—in stark contrast to ozma, whose faith in humankind has long since hollowed out into weary cynicism. ruby and salem are on opposite sides of the conflict, but they’re on basically the same wavelength in terms of what they think humans are capable of. in his heart of hearts, ozma doesn’t truly believe that humans can withstand salem, much less the gods.

but ruby DOES believe that, and salem believes that, and both of them base A LOT of their decision-making on that belief; salem exploits ozpin’s self-defeating secrecy for all it’s worth, and ruby refuses point blank to give up because she knows salem can be defeated if enough people are just willing to try. even when ruby starts to crack, later on in v8, she’s not losing her faith in humanity—she’s losing her faith in herself, doubting her leadership, her judgment, her decisions… without ever for a second doubting humanity as a whole. and THAT is, in a nutshell, the quality that makes ruby more like salem than she is like ozma:

salem watched the gods annihilate humanity with a snap of their fingers and she still believes that humanity can and must reject divine tyranny.

ruby learned that salem can’t be killed and she still believes that humanity not only can but will defeat salem.

but when the god of light tells ozma that modern humans are a broken shadow of what they once were and tasks ozma with redeeming them lest the gods obliterate them forever, ozma accepts that as a fact—a horrific, terrifying, painful fact, but still a fact he has yet to truly question.

and ruby—who is essentially ozpin’s successor, who succeeds where he has failed over and over and over again—is succeeding exactly because she is more like salem than she is like ozma.

#we could also go on AT GREAT LENGTH about #how salem’s utter ruthlessness is reflected in ruby’s battlefield pragmatism #or how ruby’s unwavering conviction and absolute REFUSAL to back down from what she believes is right #is exactly salem’s unflinching defiance of monstrous and tyrannical gods #but u know. #since brevity is the soul of wit and tediousness its limbs and outward flourishes i will be brief

[st5lker]

also i was talking with my good friend @ meteorherd (hi) about this but im at the point in my life where i truly cant care about whether ace people are lgbt like come onnn its 2023 we have bigger fish to fry and nobody including me could even define what "stealing resources" even meant. its ultimately unbelievably harmless if some aroace shows up to pride waving an ace flag. and the ppl who get egregious like aromantic heterosexuals and polyqueer cishets are so few and far between that they can be easily ignored and mocked away when they show up. but at the same we were making a lot of points with 1) the split attraction model was and still is complete bullshit and imo the only "merit" it has is distinguishing between like ace lesbians and ace/aro people and even then you can just say completely ace or ace lesbian or bi ace or whatever. and 2) there is a huuuuuge unchecked problem with homophobia in the ace community. the moment someone talks about gay sex theres always someone who steps up to be like ewww thats so icky thank god im not sexual like you freaks and the people who have to tell them how stupid and homophobic they are are always gay people because other ace people never do (at best theyll wait until a gay person says theyre stupid and homophobic and then other ace people will leave tags like "im ace but id never do this!"). so like its really no surprise to me how many gay and trans people saw that and really felt like those people could not possibly belong to the same community as them. and while i think theres merit to that i think at this point it's just worthless fighting it because theyre here and its never gonna be possible to get rid of them. so i feel like itd be more useful at this point to try and foster these conversations about these major issues in the ace community from an. idk bipartisan standpoint

[carlosfruitsnacks]

"if you're too shy, let me know" - part 3

PART 1 || PART 2

summary:

— You come to find Carlos' sudden change of behavior endearing, but you still don't know why he turned out this way. You start to notice your feelings for him over time until Carlos ultimately isn't too shy anymore to let you know how he feels about you.

genre:

— fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— finally! the last part for this series, it's been delayed but here you guys go <3

The residents of Encanto have grown used to Carlos Madrigal's sudden shift of behavior, the townsfolk were grateful that he had a change of heart and began participating in helping them at any given opportunity. There was gossip downtown from a few people, comparing Carlos to his twin but agreeing that they both of their own charms. The Madrigals do have interesting genes after all.

It was difficult for you not to heed to those petty gossips of which Madrigal twin was better, you like to say you prefer Camilo because he's kindhearted and outgoing, however, the sudden popularity of Carlos made you think twice. You agree that the two had their own different charms though only Carlos managed to steal your interest.

Surely it was weird, you were so afraid of Carlos for so long because of his reputation but now it felt something stronger than fear. After that quick encounter with the shapeshifter the other day, you cannot stop thinking about him. You'll always find yourself imagining his eyes, his perfect curly hair, and him acting so...shy around you. It's adorable really. It was a bewildering moment to see yourself slowly falling for him.

There are moments of denial until you raised your white flag and admitted defeat. You're in love with Carlos Madrigal. Of course, it was a secret you'll take it with you to the grave. It was a bizarre 180, falling for the person you were afraid of before.

You were tasked to go to the market again, but you felt distracted. Mainly because you can spot Carlos actually helping a few of the vendors on their stands, using his shapeshifting into good use. You wanted him to notice you, which was a big contrast from before. You used to want to be hidden from him but now you crave for his eyes to land on you.

"[Name]? ¿Chica estás bien?-"

"¡Sí, señor! I'm sorry I kinda spaced out a little bit!"

You apologized as you took the vegetables from the vendor. Goodness, you were out of your element ever since Carlos began acting so kind to everyone in town, you were just so drawn to him. You shake your head and tried to regain your focus, before you can leave the market, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see curly hair but awkwardly smiled when you realized it's only Camilo Madrigal.

"¡Hola, [Name]! Do you need some help with those?"

"¡Ay, no! I can handle this on my own, thanks anyway Camilo"

"Hmm, are you sure? Those vegetables look heavy"

"Don't worry I can manage!"

"Okay, don't mind me, I just wanna tag along"

Camilo smirked, it felt weird for you but you brushed it off. You two walked out of the market. Camilo whistled and trailed right behind you. As much as you don't want to admit it, you really wished that you were with his twin brother instead. You bite your lip to prevent a smile from erupting on your face as you daydream about Carlos.

"Were you expecting to meet Carlos instead of me?"

You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts and looked at Camilo with a flushed expression. You immediately deny it with a shake of your head.

"No! I know he's too busy helping other people today"

"Yeah, he's trying his best you know..."

"I can tell, it's...it's very sweet of him"

"Ha! You find him sweet?"

Camilo pointed at you with a teasing grin, this made your face heat up to a thousand. With a rapid shake of your head, you stuttered.

"I me-meant it like in a fr-friendly wa-way!"

"[Name], do you like Carlos?"

"No! I do-don't!"

"Whatever you say, hermosa"

You frowned at Camilo for teasing you. But the topic was dropped, thankfully. You and Camilo reached the town's main square, there were busy crowds everywhere as usual. You let your eyes linger around, you spot children squealing and chasing each other. All of a sudden, your stomach dropped to see Camilo chasing the children and laughing when he catches him in his arms.

Wait, if that's Camilo then who's-

With a slow turn of your head, you come face-to-face with none other than Carlos Madrigal, who was pretending to be his twin brother the entire time. Your mouth goes dry as you felt your heart leaping out of your chest, you meet his eyes and dropped your bag filled with items from the market when he gives you an amused grin.

"I-I...wh-what...you-"

"Ay, you dropped your bag, here let me help you, [Name]"

Carlos shoots you a subtle wink making you melt inside as he reaches for your bag and carried it. You were momentarily frozen as you blinked several times to make sure everything was real. You look away, biting your nails and kinda wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You do like being in the center of Carlos' attention but actually being in it was overwhelming. God, it made you too shy to breathe. Your hands were trembling as you continue your walk with Carlos to your home.

The shapeshifter felt incredibly bold today, not an ounce of nervousness was in his system when he decided to shoot his shot with you. Carlos noticed your sudden shyness around him when he revealed himself was making him incredibly giddy, he wanted to trap you in his arms and pepper kisses all over your face. But he must restrain himself if wanted his secret plan to work. He follows you to your house, he softly returns your bag as you sheepishly looked into his eyes.

"...Thank you, Carlos"

"No problem, [Name]"

"You're too kind..., especially to those townsfolk"

"Just wanted to lend a helping hand"

"Yeah, that's...that's very admiring of you"

"No need to be shy, hermosa. You can just tell me that kindness suit me"

Carlos remarked as he leaned against the doorframe, smirking and not removing his eyes from yours. Your breath merely hitched as you try to get rid of the blush on your face, it was unfair that he was making you feel this way. So, you try to get back at him by suddenly giving him a toothy smile.

"Are you free tomorrow afternoon, Carlos?"

"Hold it, I can see where this is going"

"Oh, are you going to reject me in advance?"

"Me? Why that wouldn't be so kind of me. I was going to say yes"

"Perfect. I'll see you again tomorrow afternoon, it's a date"

You attempt to assert your confidence by smirking at him and resting a hand on your hip. But the moment he waved goodbye and you shut the door behind you, your heart could barely take it. Everything was pure luck, but damn, you have a date tomorrow with Carlos Madrigal. Holy shit you did it.

On the other hand, Carlos meets up with his twin brother at dinner and told him everything that happened.

"Wow, it seems like luck is on your side today, Carlos"

"I know right, she asked me out before I can even do it first. Perfect for the plan"

"I can't wait to get this over with"

"I can't wait to have a girlfriend"

"Fucking simp"

"At least I'll have a girlfriend, unlike you who's single-"

"Camilo, Carlos, quit whispering and eat your food"

Pepa pointed at her twin sons with her fork, a thundercloud threatened to form above her head. Camilo and Carlos meekly apologized to their mother and resumed eating.

You checked on yourself for the nth time in front of the mirror, and with each passing minute, you grow anxious. You wanted to look your best for your date with Carlos. You put on your prettiest dress and drowned yourself with your new perfume. You paced in your room for a while, overthinking until a knock on the front door interrupts you. Swiftly, you go to answer it.

"Buenos tardes. ¿Estas lista?"

Carlos looked so breathtaking wearing a maroon long sleeve polo shirt with black pants, his hair looked so shiny and oh my lord does he smell so fucking nice. You nod as you let Carlos take your hand, you felt the electrifying sensation shoot through you by his touch. You suck in a breath as you linked your arm with his, Carlos bites back a grin.

The first place he takes you was a local diner. When you two enter, there were no customers around, and you raised a brow. Carlos confidently leads you to a special table, overlooking a view from the window. You gasped when he pulls out a random bouquet of flowers from nowhere, you shyly take them. You two took a seat as a woman comes serving you fresh and warm food, your eyes twinkled in delight.

As you two began to eat, music starts playing in the background. You noticed a small band playing their instruments behind you, the music sounded so romantic that it's making the moment too good to be true. Carlos smiles at you.

"Enjoying everything so far, [Name]?"

"Wow, yes. Where is everybody though?"

"Oh, I asked to rent the entire diner so we can have it alone together today"

"You shouldn't have"

"What can I say, I'm a sweet guy. You said it yourself"

You rolled your eyes playfully at him and laughed. After the most romantic lunch you ever had in your entire life, Carlos leads you out of the diner. 

With linked arms, you let Carlos lead you away. The path leads you to the edge of a river, your eyes looked with surprise to see Camilo waving at you in a huge boat for two. Carlos carefully takes you to the boat, both of you take a seat as Camilo starts paddling across the river. You took in the wonderful scenery, and Carlos quietly admired you with lovestruck eyes. All of a sudden Camilo clears his throat which makes his twin flinch in his seat and regain his focus.

"[Name], may I ask you something?"

"Carlos, you really are something else"

You admit and this causes the boy to turn in all shades of red, Carlos recovers his composure when he noticed Camilo holding back a laugh behind you.

"Thanks. Anyways I was thinking..."

"It's weird not being afraid of you anymore"

"Oh...about that...about that time, I'm deeply sorry for, you know, scaring the shit out of you"

"I suppose it's my fault for believing everyone who's saying you're a terrifying guy"

"I get you, [Name]. I can get...really nasty sometimes but you helped me realize I can be more than that"

A soft smile graced your lips as you slowly interlocked your fingers with Carlos on the boat. He monetarily gulped at the sudden action.

"You're an incredibly nice guy, Carlos. Helping the people in Encanto and doing all of these for me"

"Ay, don't tell me you falling for me, [Name]"

"What if I am?"

Carlos froze at your words. You deeply looked into his eyes, the emotion he saw in your eyes gave him goosebumps. This was the moment he was waiting for, the only thing he wanted in life. All he needed was to say those perfect words and you'll be his.

"Are you sure?"

"How could I not, Carlos? You're going to drive me insane with these stunts of yours"

"I couldn't resist, I'm desperate to make you mine [Name] all you have to do is say yes"

Everything felt too surreal for your mind to process, Carlos was asking you to be his and it's making your heart flutter so much. After seeing Carlos in a new light, you never wanted anything but to know what it feels like to have his arms around you. All you wanted is to bury yourself alive under his touch. You glanced on the waters then back at Carlos.

"I..."

"Hey, if you're too shy, let me know"

"Carlos..."

"I'm not trying to rush things for you, I just wanted to tell you that I'm madly in love with you"

"Yes. Yes, Carlos, I want to be yours"

The second those words left your mouth, Carlos rushed in to kiss you on the lips. Everything was happening too fast but you managed to kiss him back, ten times harder and pulled him very close. When you two pulled away, you both shared a smile. Camilo lets out a loud groan and stopped paddling.

"Boo! Get a room you two"

"Ey cállate, pendejo"

"You two are making out in my boat"

"How about I fucking push you off then!"

"Hey! I did what you asked, where's my thank you?!"

"Oh, I'll give you my thanks, ven aquí cabrón-"

You gasped and tried to hold back Carlos from pushing his twin brother off the boat. Unfortunately, the sudden ruckus causes the boat to rock back and forth making the boat flip violently to the side and tossing all three of you into the water. You tried to stay afloat, you turn to Carlos who has his entire hair covering his face, and you laugh at him.

"You look like a sea monster"

Carlos pushes his hair out of his face and splashed some water at you. He laughed when you gave him an offended look, he screamed when you splashed water back at him. Eventually, you and Carlos started to get into a water fight. Camilo rolled his eyes at you two and swims back to land, cursing at his wet clothes.

"Dios, I feel so sticky and wet right now. This is your fault [Name]"

"Hey, don't act like we didn't have a moment back there"

"Ugh, let's just get back to shore, amor"

Carlos slaps his hand on his mouth and gazes at you with horror, your jaw dropped as you go pointing at him with sparkling eyes.

"Oh my god, you called me amor!"

"I didn't!"

"Awww, are you too shy to admit it, Carlos? Let me know"

"Please can we just go now? The water is starting to make me itchy, mi vida"

"Carlos-!"

"Not another word"

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[foggyfanfic]

Love and Fury

Chapter Preview: Now that she was free of him, she felt lighter. Mostly. She was a little annoyed that Cicero had the nerve to imply Bruno was some sort of predator when Cicero was the one going around drugging girls at parties, but whatever. It was fine. Well, no, it wasn’t fine, but he was a bad person doing what bad people did, shifting the blame. So there was no point in letting it ruin her day. The sun was shining, the clouds were puffy and cute, and she was going to see men walk on the moon. Screw Cicero and his games, she was happy, damn it. Pre-Movie AU

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Chapter 8: Sandcastles

Leandra resisted the urge to hum as she strolled through town. She’d already run into Cicero, but had managed to dissuade him from accompanying her by telling him that Bruno was going to give her a vision.

“What of?” Cicero had asked, managing to sound casually interested despite the tension leaking into his shoulders.

Leandra lied to keep Cicero on his toes, “Well you remember how he had that vision of me being attacked? He wants to see if he can see anything new.”

“Oh, and you’re absolutely sure that he’s not just making this up?”

“Positive. Why would he?” she had watched him carefully, she knew that he tended to cast doubt on the other men that surrounded his potential victims and she wanted to see what he would come up with.

“Well, you are a very beautiful woman,” Cicero had gently taken her hand, forcing her to hide her grimace behind a nervous giggle, “and he’s not… well, he doesn’t have the most wholesome reputation.”

Leandra bit her lip, hesitating, but ultimately chose to defend her (sort of) friend, “I prefer to get to know people before casting judgment on them, Bruno has never made me feel unsafe, in fact it’s nice to have somebody looking out for me.”

He frowned, then squeezed her hand, “I hope you’re right about him, just please be careful, and if you ever need somebody to help you deal with unwanted attention, you can always come to me.”

“Oh,” she took a moment to swallow the bitter laugh bubbling in the back of her throat, “thank you. I appreciate that. A-anyways, I don’t want to be late.”

“Of course,” he’d pulled her into an unwanted hug before releasing her, “I’ll see you soon.”

Now that she was free of him, she felt lighter. Mostly. She was a little annoyed that Cicero had the nerve to imply Bruno was some sort of predator when Cicero was the one going around drugging girls at parties, but whatever. It was fine. Well, no, it wasn’t fine, but he was a bad person doing what bad people did, shifting the blame. So there was no point in letting it ruin her day. The sun was shining, the clouds were puffy and cute, and she was going to see men walk on the moon. Screw Cicero and his games, she was happy, damn it.

The farm land used for crops was on the opposite side of town as the fields used for livestock. Mostly because the side that had the crops got better sun exposure and was easier to irrigate while the side with livestock was shadier and more hilly. She could have followed the river to her meeting spot with Bruno, but cutting through town was quicker.

Then again, the town gossips never congregated around the river, but they did congregate at Roberto’s coffee shop. Something Leandra really wished she’d considered when she noticed one of the middle aged ladies flagging her down.

“Oh, look at you,” Señora Cruz cooed, “where you off to looking so nice?”

Leandra glanced down at her outfit, an old blouse and a plain skirt she didn’t mind getting sandy, not exactly her Sunday best, “l’m-.”

“You’re not seeing that boy, are you? Cicero?” Señora Moreno clicked her tongue, “He’s been telling my son that you’re all over him.”

Leandra wrinkled her nose and Señor Hernandez laughed, “Uh-huh see, I told you, that Cicero boy is just telling tall tales. You know how he’s been lately.”

Señora Moreno shook her head mournfully, “He’s a good kid, but he’s got some sort of bug in his head lately. You know you’re the fourth girl this year, don’t you sweetie? This isn’t going to end well.”

“It’s probably because that Rosalie broke his heart,” Señora Cruz said, “the poor boy.”

Leandra scowled, opening her mouth to point out that Cicero had been chasing girls since he’d hit puberty, and that Rosalie had never given him any reason to believe she would be interested in him. 

“I’ve heard that Madrigal boy has been sniffing around you too, is that true?” Señor Hernandez cut her off.

“Oh, that man gives me the creeps,” Señora Cruz said, before Leandra could answer.

“Mm-hm, and he used to be such a cute kid, it’s such a shame.” Señora Moreno lamented.

“Bruno is a perfect gentleman,” Leandra blurted, desperate to get a word in edgewise. All eyes turned to her, a predatory gleam informing her that she just made a mistake.

“Oh?” They finally remained silent, giving her the space to further incriminate herself.

“Si. In fact I’m off to meet him now and I’d hate to keep him waiting. Adios,” she turned and rushed off before they could ask her anymore questions. She didn’t know if she was more frustrated with them for being such busy bodies, or herself for taking the bait. She should know better!

Now they were probably going to go around telling people that there was some sort of love triangle between her, Bruno and Cicero. If they did that, the story would spread to the entire village and eventually even Rosalie would hear, and who knows what she would think.

Leandra had never asked Rosalie who she thought had raped her; however, Rosalie wasn’t dumb. Cicero had been panting at her heels for months before that fateful night, he prepares her one “non-alcoholic” drink and suddenly she’s waking up pregnant in a haystack?

Yeah. It isn’t a huge leap.

Leandra had never meant for things to get this out of hand. She had only wanted to clear Rosalie’s name, prove that she hadn’t lied about that night, that she hadn’t gotten drunk and hadn’t willingly slept with anyone. 

The plan had been simple, step one: catch Cicero in the act of drugging a drink, step two: call him out on it and challenge him to drink the drugged beverage himself, step three: Cicero would either refuse or drink the beverage and quickly succumb to its effects, step four: the village would see what a snake he is and he would be banished from Encanto, step five: people would reconsider Rosalie’s story, connect the obvious dots, and everybody would realize how unfair they’d been and maybe throw Rosalie a “We’re Sorry” party. 

Sure, step five would probably have been easier said than done, but it would be downright impossible without steps 1 through 4. Leandra figured that once those first few steps were out of the way, she and Rosalie could make a new plan together. Whatever it took, just as long as people stopped treating Rosalie like the town harlot.

Unfortunately, step 1 had been way harder than she’d expected. Cicero was sneaky, and she’d started to think she was never going to catch him. When she finally did she’d panicked, frozen to her spot in the shadows as Cicero walked away and handed the drink to Pepa. By the time Leandra had reached him he had already proposed a toast and Pepa’s drink was half gone. She figured it was bad form to shout “Gee! Look everybody! Pepa’s about to get raped!” but she had to do something.

Now, in hindsight, Leandra figured she could have gotten Julietta’s attention. She and Bruno had been hovering near their sister, but were obviously not Cicero’s focus. That’s what she had done the last two times, there was no reason it wouldn’t have worked this time. But actually seeing the drug enter the drink had made everything ten times more real, and all her careful plans seemed foolish in the face of an actual rape attempt.

Granted, those careful plans were a lot less foolish than walking up to Pepa and upturning a plate of food onto her lap.

Bright side, Cicero had been so busy howling with laughter that he hadn’t even noticed Leandra hurriedly whispering “He drugged your drink” to Pepa. Down side, she was now the center of his attention.

Leandra kicked a loose pebble and muttered a curse at it as it skipped merrily away.

“S-something wrong?” the sudden voice startled her, she whipped around to find Bruno walking a half step behind her, “Sorry, sorry, I-I didn’t mean to startle you. I- you’re- I was c-coming to walk with you b-because we’re going- well you already know we’re both going to the same place. I-I don’t have to tell you that. Um I w-was trying to figure out how to greet you, you know, without startling you but then I noticed-, well it seems like-, are you upset?”

Leandra let out a loud huff. She couldn’t complain about the thing that was bothering her the most, but she could complain about what was bothering her the second most, “Just ran into the town gossips.”

“Oh,” Bruno was wringing his hands together, he kept opening and closing his mouth, apparently struggling to figure out what to say, so she saved him the trouble.

“Why do you let people talk about you the way they do?” she sounded angrier than she meant to, but hopefully he understood that she was angry at the people who spoke ill of him and not him.

He didn’t understand that, of course, because he was very used to accepting responsibility for things that weren’t his fault, “W-well what am I supposed to do about it?”

“Call them out on the fact that they’re idiots,” Leandra flung her hands out, “you’re one of the nicest people in the village! They have no right to- to…”

“Not like me?” Bruno filled in for her, then shrugged, “It’s normal for people to not like other people, e-especially if those other people have a bad habit of delivering bad news.”

“Bad news?! More like a warning,” she groused, “and you’re just doing your job! Where would the village be if you hadn’t warned us about that hurricane? What would have happened to me and Papa if you hadn’t helped us prepare for that Barn Flu?”

Leandra huffed, stomping onward as Bruno struggled to respond to her. It was flattering, sort of, to hear her say these things, but what exactly did she expect him to do about it?

As they walked through the orchard Leandra seemed content to scowl at the trees and grumble at the grass until she suddenly turned around and prodded a finger into his chest, “You perform a valuable service to this community! People would be literally dead without you. Dead! You have saved lives! You have saved farms and, and other things people do to make a living! You are a fucking blessing Bruno!”

“Are- are you um a-accusing me of being a blessing?” he asked, hands raised in surrender.

Leandra simply made a frustrated sound, wheeled around and shouted, “People should be thanking you! Not- ugh!”

Bruno watched her stomp towards the river bed and briefly debated turning around and going home. He had no idea how to respond to somebody angrily complimenting him, and honestly, trying to figure out what the rules were for this particular social interaction was already giving him a headache. A part of him wished she was insulting him instead, he knew what to do about that. Sort of.

But he had promised to show her men on the moon and that was what he was going to do.

“Some people do,” Bruno told her, quietly, when he caught up to her.

“Well everybody should. If they turn to you for a glimpse of the future then they should thank you for giving it,” she grumbled, wagging a finger at all these hypothetical people who should be thanking Bruno, “and if they don’t you should tell them off for being dickheads!”

“What about people who find out that a loved one will be dying soon?” he argued, “Should I call them names just because they’re overcome with grief?”

Leandra pouted a little, he had a point, “No… but everybody else! You’re way too nice to people who are being jerks, you should let loose on them a little.”

Bruno rolled his eyes and drawled, “Right, that’ll improve my reputation. Yelling at people who get upset about bad news.”

Leandra’s anger was just about spent, settling into a simmer rather than a boil, “Well, might not do much for your reputation, but it would probably be very satisfying.”

Bruno sighed and shook his head, “I’m a Madrigal, we have a duty to the community, I’m not going to jeopardize that for, for temporary satisfaction.”

He was caught off guard when he looked at her and found her pouting, her angry scowl replaced by misty eyes, she mumbled, “The community has a duty to you too.”

“I-I guess. But… it’s different.”

Leandra stopped at the edge of the riverbed and turned to stand in front of him, she looked so genuinely upset for him that Bruno found himself tempted to hug her, comfort her, tell her he wasn’t that bad off. He still had his sisters after all. He fiddled with his ruana in an attempt to keep his hands from reaching for her. She was the enemy, he reminded himself, not his friend.

“How is it different?”

“I-it just… I have a gift, they don’t.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” she rolled her eyes, “just because I can get pregnant and you can’t doesn’t mean I’m obligated to pop out a baby for you anytime you ask.”

Bruno struggled to find a convincing argument for that, although he wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to be arguing. Was he arguing for people thinking he was a creep? That’d be dumb. But at the same time, he knew with absolute certainty that he couldn’t go around telling people off for being upset about bad news.

Eventually he sighed and asked, “Do you want this vision, or are we going to spend the rest of the day bickering?”

Leandra crossed her arms. She wanted to throw up her hands and tell him that it wasn’t fair that he got treated like a creep for doing his job while that lazy pervert, Cicero, was “a nice boy who’s just acting out”. But if she revealed what exactly she thought of Cicero this whole complicated mess she’d created would just get more complicated.

She needed to talk to Pepa. She needed to know why Bruno didn’t know. And if it was all a big misunderstanding, she needed to clear things up, otherwise this whole thing would drive her insane. For now, there was nothing she could do but deal with the mess she made.

“Let me check,” she told him snootily, before marching into the dry river bed. 

Bruno followed her as she walked purposefully to the middle of the riverbed, where the ground was the sandiest. When they got there she looked around, then held up a finger as if feeling for the wind. He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing, but she put the finger to her lips, shaking her head minutely. Then she bent down, picked up a handful of sand and tossed it into the air, watching it fall with a serious expression on her face.

Finally she told him, “We’ll do the vision, then find something else to bicker about.”

She barely got to the end of her sentence before she was giggling at her own antics. Bruno shook his head, opened his mouth to tell her that’s not how his gift works, but then settled for rolling his eyes and groaning. This reaction just made her giggle more.

“You know what,” Bruno held up his hands, “I’m leaving.”

“Wait no,” she reached for his hands even as he lithely dodged around her, “stay!”

“Nope! Don’t think I will,” he put his nose in the air, then quickly sidestepped her attempt to catch him, “clearly you’re not taking my gift seriously.”

“Well, no, not really,” she admitted feinting to one side then catching his hand in both of hers when he fell for it, “but…”

“But?” he could have pulled his hand free, but he let her hold him in place.

“I’m thinking, hold on,” she idly waved his hand side to side in between them, “buuuuuuuuuuuuuut… oh! But if you leave I will be deprived of the greatest joy a woman can experience.”

“Seeing man walk on the moon?” he asked.

“Seeing you smile like that,” she grinned, then did something with her face that sort of looked like one side of it had crumpled while the other was still grinning.

Bruno ignored the compliment, and the way it made him feel, in favor of asking, “What-? Is your face ok?”

“I can’t wink,” she admitted, somewhat morosely.

“Oh! That was a-? Really?”

“I think I’m overthinking it,” she tried again and it looked just as painful as the first time.

“Hm yes, well, there’s a lot to think about when it comes to closing one eye,” he said dryly, then winked at her.

“Hey! Don’t be mean!”

“I’m not,” he winked again, this time with the other eye.

“You are, you’re making fun of me!”

“What? Nooooo. How am I doing that?” he winked with one eye then the other.

Leandra pouted playfully and made a big show of dropping his hand, “You know what, on second thought, you can go.”

“No, no,” wink, “I owe you a vision,” wink, “and I wouldn’t want to miss out on the greatest joy a man can experience.”

“Making fun of me?”

“Si.”

She laughed, swatting at his arm, and Bruno found himself laughing too. Pepa’s face as they walked away from the party flashed behind his eyes and he immediately stopped laughing, clearing his throat and shifting from one foot to the other.

Leandra noticed his sudden change in mood, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I-,” he sighed, “can you please apologize to Pepa.”

She blinked, she looked down at her feet, pursing her lips, “If I do that, are we ever going to talk to eachother again?”

He frowned, unable to meet her eyes when she looked up at him with a searching expression. It was all the answer she needed.

“Is that what you want?” she asked, her voice smaller than she’d expected, “To never talk to me again?”

His eyes flicked to hers, looking briefly startled, then he looked down at the sand between them. She didn’t know what to make of his expression, or of his silence. She tried to believe it meant the answer was no, but she was having a hard time convincing herself the answer could be anything other than yes. Leandra sighed, deeply, she really had made a mess of things.

“I’ll um, I’ll talk to her after the market closes tomorrow,” she promised, her voice almost a whisper.

Bruno’s stomach twisted unpleasantly, but he tried to convince himself that it was a happy feeling of sudden queasiness. She had just told him he was getting what he wanted, that was a good thing. He was very happy and not at all upset to realize that he no longer needed to guard her from Cicero. And he wasn’t even a tiny bit hurt that she was giving up the chance to spend time with him that easily, nope.

“Great,” he nodded, “th-that’s great.”

She would talk to Pepa tomorrow, and ask why Bruno didn’t know about Cicero, if Pepa gave her the go ahead to explain things to him, then Leandra would. And if Pepa didn’t… well, then Leandra would just have to find another way to deal with Cicero. She should probably figure something else out anyways.

“So,” she clapped her hands together with false enthusiasm, “vision! Moon! Men! Is it anything like the Jules Verne novel?”

“No, uh no, it’s- you’ll see,” Bruno reached into the bag he’d brought and pulled out some sage. He arranged it in a little pile on the ground then pulled a match from his pocket, striking it in one smooth motion and using it to light the pile of leaves aflame. Leandra lowered herself to sit across from him, taking his hands when he offered them. 

He elected to ignore how nice they felt in his, or the way she was looking at him with something that almost looked like longing.

He closed his eyes and took a few breaths, reaching out for the future, it rushed towards him, eagerly showing him the answers to questions he hadn’t asked. With a bit of concentration Bruno waded through all the little instances of certainty and reached for a trail he’d already trod a couple times. When he was on the right path, he opened his eyes and everything but the future he sought melted away.

Leandra gasped when she saw the glowing green of his eyes. She’d been told, of course, how this all worked. She received a vision from him before, when an illness swept through Encanto’s livestock, and though he hadn’t invited her up into his tower, he’d explained the process.  The sand, the wind, the glowing eyes. But she’d never expected how handsome he’d look while giving a vision.

Bruno was always handsome of course, always a sight to behold with his soft hazel eyes, his shining curls, and his angular jaw, but now he looked almost otherworldly. He looked powerful. 

He must have misinterpreted her gasp because he frowned and said with just the hint of bitterness, “Still think I should let loose?”

A shiver went up her spine, “Si, por favor.”

He looked briefly confused, although he wasn’t looking directly at her. Experimentally, she tried to wink at him and when he didn’t so much as twitch in response she realized he couldn’t see her. She bit her lip, tamping down on the sudden urge to surprise him with a kiss. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if she muddied the waters even more.

“There,” he gestured with his chin, eyes trained just above her head. She twisted to see a tower of some sort forming in the sand.

Bruno stood so she stood too, still gripping his hands. As they watched, the bottom of the tower erupted into flame and it began to move. It lifted off the ground, propelled by the flame at its tail and launched up into the sky. The image faded into another, this time the tower was floating and pieces of it were falling off.

“What’s happening?” she asked, carefully stepping around the sage and relinquishing one of his hands so she could move closer to his side.

“I don’t know, but I think it’s supposed to happen,” he didn’t take his eyes off the vessel floating through the sand.

She glanced at it to make sure she wasn’t missing anything groundbreaking, but found she couldn’t quite tear her eyes away from Bruno’s profile. He couldn’t see her staring, and she didn’t know when her next opportunity to be this close to him would be. There was a bit of stubble on his jaw, there was always some stubble on his jaw. She would have to ask him if he ever thought about growing his goatee into a beard. If he was anything like her Papá, he wouldn’t be able to grow a full beard until at least his thirties, but she thought he would look good with one. Her free hand itched to trace his dark brows and she had to press her lips together to keep from leaning over and kissing his high cheekbones. His eyes widened and his lips parted in awe and she took that as her cue to turn back to the vision. 

There was earth below the vessel now. No, not earth, but still ground. The strange contraption lowered itself to the dust, then came to a stop.

“Is that-?” she breathed.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Wow, it’s really happening, we’re really doing it! We walk on the moon!”

“Yeah,” he let out an incredulous laugh, “It doesn’t matter how many times I see this, it’s still…”

“Amazing,” she breathed, squeezing his hand. 

The image changed again, three men were in a cramped space, putting on strange suits. They secured large, fish bowl like helmets on their heads, talking and grinning to each other. Then the vision was back outside, on the moon, watching as the door of the ship opened and one of the men stepped out onto the little ladder.

Leandra bit her lip, her free hand coming up to grip Bruno’s bicep while she pressed herself closer to his side. She felt like she was vibrating from the excitement. He smiled in her general direction, putting his free hand over the hand on his arm.

“This is the best part,” he whispered excitedly.

Then the man stepped off the ladder and onto the moon. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment the future looked so… magical. She found herself bouncing on the balls of her feet, barely containing sounds of excitement. Bruno was grinning, eyes still trained on his vision. Together they watched man pause and observe the heights he had reached. 

And then the vision began to fade, the sand around them whipping faster, gathering, coalescing. Bruno let her hands go to reach out and take hold of the glowing green tablet forming before them.

He held the tablet out to her. And there it was, man on the moon.

She gaped at it for a second, then launched herself at Bruno, crying “Gracias!” over and over. After a beat Bruno’s arms came up to return the impromptu hug. She squeezed him, squealing into his shoulder, as her feet danced in place.

“That was amazing! Incredible! It- I can’t believe- Gracias Bruno, gracias!” she pulled back to smile at him, keeping her arms around him in case she decided more hugging was in order.

Bruno, who was not used to beautiful women hugging and wiggling against him in response to his visions, struggled his way through a response, “It was my pleas- I-I mean I was happy to. A-Anytime you want to see s-something like that you can- I will. You’re welcome.”

She giggled and gave him one last squeeze, then twisted to grab the tablet he’d offered before, “Dios! Look at this.”

“I-it’s yours,” he said, not sure if he was supposed to step back or if she planned to squeeze him some more, “I already have two at home.”

She made another sound of excitement, her shoulders wiggling as she hugged the tablet to her chest, without thinking, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Gracias Bruno! You’re so wonderful!”

He laughed nervously, then cleared his throat. Enemy, he reminded himself, enemy. He tried not to stare as she grinned broadly at the tablet in her hands, her eyes wide with wonder. Her cheeks were flushed from her excitement and she kept bouncing on her toes, eventually she tilted her head back and looked up at the sky, exposing her long neck. Bruno found himself suddenly certain that if he ran his tongue up her neck and nibbled at the underside of her jaw, she would dig her fingers into his hair and tell him again how wonderful he was. He shook the thought from his head and looked up at the sky as well, simply because it was safer than staring at her.

“We should have done this at night,” she remarked to the moonless sky, “under a full moon or something.”

Bruno nodded, “Myeh. Would have made for great ambience.”

“I hear your vision cave is really dramatic, really adds to the whole experience,” she grinned at him, “the next time we do this I want to see it.”

Bruno blushed, he generally tried to avoid taking pretty girls into his tower, it probably wouldn’t do him any favors if he went around luring women into caves, “Wh-what else would you want to see? From the futu-what other visions would you ask for, I mean.”

She sighed wistfully, glancing at her tablet, “More stuff like this, o-obviously not anything in my own life, that’d be a bad idea, but… do we ever encounter life from other planets?”

“If we do it’s not set in stone yet,” he answered with a shrug, “I can only see things that are certain. Futures that have solidified.”

She bit her lip, leaning closer to him, “What about… future technology? Anything mind blowing?”

Bruno gulped, but didn’t step back, “Well, th-there’s the television, that’s pretty- oh! Oh! You would love some of the things people do with live theatre.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely! Some of the special effects are incredible,” he nodded eagerly.

“Then I’ll have to stop by sometime,” she was transfixed by the way his eyes seemed to twinkle when he got excited, “so you can show it to me.”

“That'd be great,” he grinned, “there’s actually a lot of really cool stuff in the future that nobody ever asks about. I-I would love to have more visions about, y’know, all that.”

She hummed distractedly, “I can’t wait.”

For a few seconds they just stared at each other, Leandra couldn’t stop staring at his eyes, picking out all the flecks of green and brown. She thought again of how imposing he’d looked before, and the idea of being alone with him in his cave as he showed her his favorite glimpses of the future sent a thrill of anticipation down her spine. Maybe after she spoke to Pepa, after this whole mess was cleared up, she could convince Bruno to take her on a picnic, or go swimming with her. 

Meanwhile Bruno watched the soft smile twitching at the edges of her lips. She was the enemy, yes, sure, of course… but, maybe if she did a really good job of apologizing to Pepa, if she was really, really nice to Pepa, then they could be friends. Just friends of course, because he knew she had feelings for Cicero, and he might not understand why, but he still respected that. It would be nice to have somebody to share the great parts of the future with. 

A dark shape appeared on the ground in Bruno’s peripheral, startling him. When he glanced at it, it was just a bird pecking at the sand, but it officially ended the moment between him and Reina.

He backed up a step, clearing his throat, “I uh, I should probably get back. I-I promised Padre I would give him a- he’s trying to decide where to put the new church.”

“They’re building a new church?” Leandra asked, then immediately decided that of course they were building a new church. The old one had started getting a bit cramped once their generation reached the baby making stage of life.

“Oh, um,” he laughed nervously, “p-pretend I didn’t say that. It’s- well it isn’t a secret but… it isn’t not a secret.”

“My lips are sealed,” she said, pretending to lock her mouth shut and throw away the key. 

“Great. Gracias. I’ll um, see you tomorrow?”

“Of course! You have to make sure I don’t seduce Cicero before I get the chance to talk to Pepa,” Leandra joked.

“Exactly!” 

“Exactly. So, tomorrow.”

“A-and I won’t forget the pants this time. Promise.”

“Gracias. Although feel free to forget your shirt.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes and she pretended to blow him a kiss and neither of them made any move to leave. Bruno bit his lip and debated inviting her back to his place so she could start making up with Pepa immediately. Leandra fiddled with her vision and thought about telling him he looked even more handsome than usual when he was using his gift.

The bird flew away.

“We’re going the same direction,” she pointed out, hooking a thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of the village.

“Right,” he finally started walking, smiling when she fell in step beside him, “I-I knew that.”

“So, any plans today other than some light city planning?”

“I’m going to help Julietta make dinner,” he shrugged, “you?”

“Pull some weeds in my garden, make some soap, check on the cheese, the usual,” she shrugged.

They chatted all the way back to the village square, then lingered where their paths diverged until Leandra saw Padré coming.

“Ugh,” she made a quiet noise of disgust, noticeable only because she cut herself off to make it. 

“Ugh?” Bruno asked, he turned but saw nothing that would warrant that sort of reaction. Only Padré approaching them.

“Nothing, sorry, I just- When Rosalie was attacked, he shamed her for it, his support would have made everything better for her and instead he made things- ugh,” she began backing away, “excuse me. If I’m forced to speak to him I will not manage to be polite.”

When Padré waved to her she simply frowned at him.

When he had given his pointed sermon on the dangers of alcohol and pre-marital sex in the wake of Rosalie’s rape, Rosalie had approached him in private and politely informed him that God knew better than he what had happened that night and if he wished to cast stones he should perhaps double check what the Lord’s policy for that sort of thing was. Leandra had stood by her side during that conversation, and she hadn’t quite managed to withhold a look of disgust when Padré had gotten defensive and essentially called Rosalie a liar.

Rosalie on the other hand, poised and graceful as she was, had simply lifted her nose a hair higher and told him, “I will pray for your soul.”

It had been clear from the look on his face that Rosalie had somehow dealt a devastating blow, and Leandra had wanted to land another. Physically. She wanted to punch his teeth in. However, it was Rosalie’s show and she was already walking away with her head held high.

Leandra had settled for looking Padré up and down and quietly saying, “Shepherds are supposed to protect their flock.” before turning and following Rosalie.

Apparently, their words had made an impression because Padré never used the pulpit to shame Rosalie again, but he also had yet to offer Rosalie an apology or any sort of support. He avoided her eyes to the best of his ability, and on the few occasions he tried interacting with Leandra, he was neither surprised nor upset when she avoided him. If she didn’t know any better, she would go so far as to say that he looked guiltier and guiltier every time she snubbed him.

She could only conclude that he knew he messed up, and was too cowardly to do anything about it.

Bruno watched her go then turned to examine the town Priest. He had never really thought about Padré’s part in what had happened to Rosalie, although he knew his mother had not been happy about the sermon Padré had given. He thought she may have had a word with him about it, but he wouldn’t know.

It was pretty obvious that men made Rosalie uncomfortable so he had always done his best to give her space, even when she was staying at Casita. Especially when she was staying at Casita. That was when she was her most vulnerable.

“Hola Señor,” Padré greeted him, though his eyes lingered guiltily on Reina’s back.

“Hola Padre,” Bruno said, respectfully, even as he re-examined his previously respectful opinions of the other man.

Padré opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, shook his head and began explaining the possible building sites for the new church.

#bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno magridal #bruno x oc #bruno encanto #I want to go to disneyland #thats not related to the story #its just my ADHD meds always wear off this time of night so I tend to get overcome with sudden wants #and I want to go to disneyland #Actually! #Maybe when I'm done scheduling this I'll post one of the games I made to be played in disneyland #just to scratch the itch a little

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Thoughts on: Trauma and romantic obliviousness

So, I've seen a lot of takes on Stede's obliviousness about his feelings toward Ed in Our Flag Means Death being oblivious due to either his trauma or the general obliviousness of being a cinnamon roll in the land of ghost-pepper breakfast burritos.

Here's the thing: IT CAN BE BOTH. Trauma (be it from the bullying and/or societal homophobia) AND general social obliviousness can and do coexist for some of us our here in our own little weird, neurodivergent/queer world.

Look, my dudes. My young ones. My little queer sprouts. I cannot, like...I really CANNOT begin to express the obliviousness that overtakes an (undiagnosed) ADHD and (unaware asexually is a thing that exists™) demisexual** in the land of "Romantic Overtones"™. And add into that (just generally confusing) bisexuality and the general "Gee golly, I guess best friends really are magic and that magic just happens to be like a crush but, yeah, we're just best friends cause they said so...so it's just that sweet, sweet BFF magic" aspect and, woo boy, the obliviousness just oozes out of every pore.

Now, you throw in the trauma of being "that weirdo" who tries, but ultimately fails to successfully mask their "weirdness," gets teased relentlessly for it, and is, just generally, a complete fuck-up when it comes to making and keeping friendships, and yeah. Stede had no freakin' idea what he was feeling was romantic love. Like, real, genuine, capital-R ROMANTIC love. And I totally get that. I freakin' feel it down to my bones, cause I've been there, my dudes. I'VE BEEN THERE.

**demisexual rant below the cut**

**And, look, I get that this is something sexual people just don't understand, but us* demisexuals? We have NO IDEA what the hell you guys are talking about when you say stuff like "OMG, that random person is so hot, I'd totally sleep with them" and/or "OMG, they're an asshole, but they're hot so I'd totally do the sexytime with them." We literally grow up just "haHAhaHAHAha...totally" every time someone says that around us.

(↑↑ Actual image of my demisexual brain in all "sure, they're a jerk, but they're SO HOT!" discussions ↑↑)

It's genuinely weird (once you hit puberty) to be asexual in the world cause it's weird to have ABSOLUTELY ZERO way to relate to most of the world in terms of sexual attraction. Like, our brains have no schema, no blueprint...literally nothing to grab a hold of and relate to in the tiniest of ways to the idea of forging a relationship with someone SOLELY based on their looks. I get that a lot of people do understand that. Hell, I've got plenty of sexually active friends just going out there and doin' the thing with all sorts of people cause it's fun for them. I respect it, but internally, I'm like, "okay, you do you, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯."

*And yes, I know my experience is not universal to all asexuals, and probably not even to all demisexuals, but y'all, my demisexuality makes me feel more queer than my bisexuality. I mean, crush on a guy? crush on a girl? crush on a they? No biggie. A crush is a crush in my brain. But having actual, physical* sex with someone you don't know and/or you know is an asshole? My brain just goes "whaaaaa????"

*note on the "physical" sex thing, cause fantasy sex while I'm having my own personal sexytime with myself? Sure, man. Fantasy sex it up. (But I can't do that if I know the person and don't like them--fantasy is great for actors, fictional characters...you know...hypothetical people with whatever ideal personality you need at the time.)

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd meta #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #demisexual #Stede is somewhere on the asexual spectrum and you can't change my mind #Demi's are the WORST that the fuck-marry-kill game #I'd be like...no one--someone I actually really like--Nazis

[fuzziekins]

Disney Say Gay Pt 4

Happy Asexual Awareness Week to my fellow aces! It may not be much, but i wanted to continue my Disney Say Gay series with just a couple of potential asexual headcannons. It’s hard enough to have gay representation in Disney as it is, so to expect or for them to share any ace characters beyond the two that are confirmed - not even by the company but by the creators specifically - is unheard of. It’s not much here, but the reason i even do art now is to incorporate pride flags. So that people can see themselves and feel good, or like they’re not alone. And whatever you’re feeling right now, wherever under the ace umbrella you are, i’m here with you. I see you. And I have enough pride for all of us. This is for you guys. 💜

Mulan has been tasked with saving a damsel in distress. But, as we now, Meg may be a damsel and in distress but she can handle it. She doesn’t need some Wonderperson to come save her butt. She doesn’t get close to anyone anymore. But the longer they’re together, the more she gets to know Mulan, the more they go up against, and the more they do, Meg starts to wonder if there really is more to this Wonderperson after all. Mulan is a non-binary/genderqueer/gender nonconforming/etc icon and we all know it. But when you look at Meg, it obviously took a lot of effort for her to get close and open up to Hercules. And it was so damn hard for her to admit her feelings...she had a whole song about denying it. And we all get it; her last relationship was more traumatizing than she let on, she says she’s learned her lesson and sworn off man-handling; she can take care of herself. And she hides her emotions and vulnerability behind sass and sarcasm. It gave me major demisexual vibes, because of the time and effort and connection it took for her to really feel comfortable around Hercules and accept her feelings. And that happens to be the case with Mulan here as well. After all, there’s not technically any man-handling here....

Elsa may not understand Anna’s penchant for romance, but she does want to see her sister happy more than anything. So Elsa attempts a role at matchmaker to set Anna up with Ariel. And it looks like it’s going well. Anna is definitely captivated by Ariel, though Ariel is visibly more on the nervous side. So much so that she might’ve even lost her voice! This idea was inspired by the concept of bi/lesbian/ace solidarity. Elsa obviously fits the ace vibe as a queer icon (and, come on, she’s totally ace and/or aro (although i still say she’s an aroace lesbian)). Anna, in the bi role, doesn’t care about who people are or how they identify, she likes them for who they are and always looks for the best in them regardless. Ariel as the lesbian in the picture is inspired by the queer undertones in Part of Your World; being stuck portraying someone you’re really not and you have to keep the person you really are secret. As an added bonus, the only person’s clothes we get a glimpse of is Anna’s. At first glance, you’d think the grey and purple on her jacket is a nod/support to her sister. That is, unless there’s maybe something else we don’t know about Anna yet...? While the inspiration for this drawing came from an idea of solidarity, looking at it from the perspective as an ace is also a commentary on how romance and relationships are so much at the forefront of everything; media, stories, an “ultimate goal”.... No, it’s not officially Ace Week without including a nod to my favorite ace headcannon, but she is obviously not the focus of this drawing. Like Elsa, we want to see the people we care about happy and we do have love and support for them. But the way we experience actual love or relationships or the expectations put on us is very different. No, we’re not necessarily different; at the end of the day we’re all still people. And we’ll always have our place in the community alongside our queer friends and siblings no matter what. But it’s so easy for us to feel pushed to the side or forgotten or being treated as if we don’t exist because we don’t want this “normal” things or we experience these things so differently. While there’ll never be anything wrong with who or how we love (or don’t love) or who we are, we are not less than. We’re not made up. We’re not special snowflakes. We are still here. We still exist. We still matter. And, so much like Anna does for Elsa, the people who care about us will make themselves known and want us to be just as happy as they are...though maybe without chaperoning their first dates!

On a trip through to the Human Realm, Lilith comes across this strange, stupid creature. Intrigued by it, she decided to take it back to the Demon Realm with her and raise it as her pet. The green of the jacket as well as the grey mittens are also a nod to Lilith being aromantic. It’s not so much a story with this final drawing as it is inspiration and appreciation. There didn’t need to be anything thought over or looked to with this because there was nothing to think about. Both characters have been confirmed as asexual by their creators Dana Terrace and Dan Povenmire. It feels so unheard of in Disney for asexual to even be a thing because it takes so much for them to even confirm a character might be gay or bi. Never mind anything other than cisgender on top of that. Saying a character is asexual is admitting that sexual attraction does exist (or, in our case, doesn’t) which, as a company directed at kids and families, god forbid Disney do that. It had to be confirmed out of the show and through the creators specifically. It was during Dana’s Be Gay and Do Withcraft Charity stream that we were privileged to hear a recording of Lilith herself admit she never had feelings for anyone before. To hear that coming out of the character’s mouth, for it to be confirmed that she’s aroace, made my jaw drop with excitement. She is a character i wish i could’ve had as a teenager. Or even in college. Instead of not knowing anything as a teen and, after vaguely reading something on Tumblr in college and putting off figuring out my identity for seven years, a door could’ve been opened so much sooner and i wouldn’t have spent so much time questioning. I can only imagine what she and Perry are going to do for kids and teens now. We are given this incredible character arc from Lilith and see not only how she develops friendships and grows as a person, but how meaningful the relationships she does have are and that nothing has to be romantic for happiness or accomplishments. And, as a clearly older character, Lilith proves to us that there is more after our ‘prime’ and ‘family growing’ time, that we can be successful and happy later in life. And Perry’s whole story revolves around his work and his love for Phineas and Ferb. Those kids are his family and he cares about them more than anything else. And not only does he kick butt as his job as a secret agent, he also builds a meaningful friendship with Doof in the process. Perry gives us strength and reminds us that, even if we seem ‘naive’ or ‘childlike’ not to be underestimated or looked down on because we are capable of so much. It may only be two characters and odds are we’ll be damn lucky if we can even get a glimpse of others like them. But the important thing is that they exist. They are reminders that we matter, we’re not broken, and, most of all, that we’re not alone.

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I wasn’t sure if i was gonna do more of these. But i felt like i had to do something for Ace Week. This is part of who i am and i’ll never be ashamed to share that. If this helps show other aces that they’re not alone, that there’s other people like them, that we can see themselves in any characters, and that we matter; if it helps anyone questioning to see these; if there’s anyone who’s closeted or afraid or not ready to come out; that’s what these drawings are for. And i hope that one day, it won’t just be us hoping or self-projecting or nit-picking. That these headcannons can be more than just headcannons. We and multiple characters will be able to say We’re Here and We’re Queer.... Or, in this weeks’ case, We’re Here and We’re Ace 😆 Parts one, two, and three.

#asexual awareness week #disney say ace #fanart #drawing #megara #hercules #demisexual #mulan #nonbinary #elsa #asexual #anna #bisexual #bi #ariel #the little mermaid #lesbian #gay #lilith #lilith clawthorne #the owl house #toh #perry #perry the platypus #phineas and ferb #ace #disney say gay #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

ah so you've been here long enough to see all the times we've thought it was all coming to an end (their closets and bbg) and then ultimately nothing coming of it. don't you think it's healthier to not get your hopes up with every single theory (ie checkered flag theory) and just support them and enjoy their art? bc for years people have gotten their hopes up and then felt defeated when nothing happened; some have even left or taken a step back bc it all became too much. i especially think we (us veteran larries lol) shouldn't get new larries' hopes up. and show them that it's healthier, mentally, to not invest so much of your time and energy and feelings into something you can't control. /gen

((also i don't mean for anything i say to come off mean or accusatory. if any of this does, could you please let me know? I'm on the spectrum and am trying to learn how to convey tone better through text. thank you.))

no, i understand where you're coming from! but i see a lot more advantage in being optimistic than always curbing my enthusiasm. that is at the core my view on life, but then on top of that: the situation right now is different. things have been happening that haven't in the past, especially bc we're in a super unique part of history and in a very new chapter of their career. lockdown just happened and put a pause on a lot. harry blew up, like never before. louis had an insane solo world tour. second album on the way. louis changed management and label. there really is a lot, purely objectively, that makes me pay attention right now. i get it, i don't want people to be disappointed, but i also don't see the harm in supporting them and believing in them - optimistically - despite the fact that i might be 'proven wrong.' i don't really care about that, or about my own disappointment, because i care more about supporting these two people, especially after all they've been through. i believe they need my unwavering support, whatever they do to get out of this situation they're in - their complex closet.

i then definitely want to add that if the cycle of being hopeful and then being 'let down' is too much, for personal reasons, then it's best to take a step back and reassess how your own position is in the fandom. i think it's very normal to get sucked in and become very invested, but at the end of the day these are people we don't personally know and also can't directly help as an individual. if it's too much, it's okay to take a break. it really is so important to keep a healthy balance in the fandom and just feel good while being here. i've been an intense fan in waves and i've never felt as good as now - with my very own focus on specifc things, while leaving other things alone entirely. that's okay.

and then, as a last little point: our disappointment at the lack of change in their situation is nothing to how they must feel about the shit they've been put through. first of all: a whole lot has changed already. second of all: it's not about us. they're being closeted. (so, for example, if you feel like you're being lied to or being used, that's the closet's work, not them. never forget that.)

this also isn't all meant at you, in a ranty way, but i do think i had to make all of that clear for my pov to be understood yk? so yeah. that's what i think. i'm always here if you still don't fully understand where i'm coming from :)

#kind anon #discourse

[alwaysbewoke]

7 Signs She’s Cheating on You

1. She’s Got a New Texting Partner

At one point, you used to be the reason she was attached to her phone, excitedly DMing funny memes and texting back and forth. But if you find that your partner seems to be on their phone a lot lately, grinning at her screen while maintaining discretion, that could signal that there’s someone new in their life that is commanding their attention.

“Emotional intimacy is something that infidelity can build on,” explains Safran. “A new relationship that is not explained and done with secrecy is something that can send off warning bells.”

Sure, she could just be texting her sister or her best friend, but if she seems extra giddy about those exchanges that are taking up her time, that could be a red flag.

2. She’s Less Reachable

It’s one thing if your partner has always been a little tough to get a hold of during the workday, but if your usual lunchtime chats start going to voicemail, that’s definitely a change worth paying attention to. Safran says this is especially alarming if your partner refuses to be in contact with you at particular times of the day or night, and doesn’t seem to have an understandable reason for it.

Trombetti suggests bringing it up if you notice you can’t get a hold of them. If they can’t explain why or keep using fishy excuses about leaving their charger at home or having their phone on silent, there’s a chance that they’re trying to hide something from you.

3. She’s Putting More Effort Than Usual Into Her Appearance

If she’s suddenly started working out, wearing more makeup, and/or dressing sexier, Safran says you should take note. Of course, deciding to exercise or wear different clothes is in no way a guarantee that your partner is cheating on you. However, if they’re suddenly putting a lot more effort into their appearance, and it seems to have nothing to do with when you spend time together or go on dates, you might ask yourself if they’re trying to look good for someone else.

4. She’s Got a New Hobby That She Used to Hate

Remember when you immediately took an interest in whatever your new love interest cared about? According to Trombetti, if it seems like she’s randomly started taking a new interest in something, that might be a red flag that there’s someone new in her life.

For example, if she started watching football, listening to a new genre of music, or signed up for cooking classes when she couldn’t have cared less about those things before, you might ask yourself why that is. Sure, she may just be exploring some different passions, or there may be someone else who’s influencing her.

5. She Keeps Picking Fights With You for No Reason

Specifically, if she’s in the honeymoon phase of catching feels for or hooking up with someone new, that’s going to be tough to compete with.

“It could be because you are being compared to the person they are cheating with,” explains Trombetti. “Of course, you are coming up on the short end of the stick because she has stars in her eyes for the other person — who still seems perfect.”

6. She’s More Protective Over Her Devices

Take note of how she acts when she’s on her phone right next to you, or when you walk into the room while she’s on her laptop. If she’s quick to put her devices away, shut them down, or concealing the screen, Trombetti says that’s a big red flag that she’s hiding something from you. And unless she’s planning you a surprise party, it’s probably not a good thing.

7. She’s More Closed Off Than Ever Before

Not everyone exhibits the same level of emotional openness in a relationship, but if your partner used to share their thoughts and feelings with you on a regular basis, Trombetti says something may be up.

“When your girlfriend isn't emotionally available anymore, and you combine it with other signs, this can be a red flag for cheating,” she tells AskMen.

Ultimately, the best way to determine whether any of these signs may point to cheating is to listen to your gut.

“When you just feel something is off but you can't put your finger on it, you are probably correct,” adds Trombetti.

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[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Okay this is a question that I have actually been yelled at about in the past and I just wanted to know your opinion. So I’m 18 and my boyfriend is 32 (he was 29 when we met) my friends are telling me that he’s just using me and telling me to break up with him but I’m happy. We’ve been dating happily for 2 years but people still don’t believe that there is actual pure happiness in the relationship. My sister says to just ignore them, along with my best friend, him saying that if I’m happy then I should ignore the assholes but it’s starting to really affect me mentally, with how many people are bringing to the tell me he’s just using me I’m starting to believe it. I know you’re not a professional but honestly I love your blog and just wanted to know your opinion. It’s totally up to you whether you answer 🥰

Hey, anon :)

Thank you for the love! I'm glad you enjoy the content around here. And yes, you are correct, I am NOT an expert by any means. To comment on this situation is probably not overly appropriate, since I don't know anything about either of you or your relationship dynamics, so all I can really do is speak to how I feel about relationships with large age gaps like this in general. To give you my gut response.

When someone dates this far outside their age range, there is usually a reason, and it's not generally good. When you met him, he had nearly twice the life experience that you did. You were (and I don't mean to sound rude here) a child. At the age of 30, there is next to nothing I could see myself having in common (from a relationship perspective) with a junior in high school. I'm sorry. There just isn't. You have to ask yourself what a grown man is doing seeking a romantic partnership with someone so much younger than him. What does that say about him and his motivations?

Relationships like these, at their heart, create subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) power dynamics that foster inequality between the involved parties. Perhaps seeking out a partner much younger allows the older party to feel like they can exert more control, maybe they're emotionally immature and inexperienced, maybe they fear rejection by people their own age because they feel inadequate? Whatever the reason, from the outset of your relationship, you have been on unequal footing with your partner, whether you are aware of it or not.

Again, I don't know him or you, but in my mind? This kind of thing is a red flag of the DEEPEST colour when it comes to relationship dynamics. I apologize if this isn't what you were hoping to hear from me, but I wouldn't be so quick to ignore the opinions of others, especially if they are speaking to the relationship from more than a surface level (as I am). If these people offering you advice have witnessed behaviour that concerns them? It is worth taking a step back and assessing how you feel about that, and if there's any part of you that can identify with where they're coming from.

Ultimately, this is your life and your choice. No one else can tell you how to proceed.

#trashy advice #relationship advice #FROM A NON-EXPERT #may I repeat #these are simply my opinions #ask #anon #anon ask #I'm not sure when I became an advice column.... #I hope this doesn't seem unreasonable #not dylan

[vigilvntes]

hi im ready and here for the ship thing…… i just opened tumblr i am aware this is like 5 mins after you posted🤭🤭 lol anyways ok so

im istp anddddd i prefer being indoors and doing quiet things like reading, gaming etc and i LOOOVE cold/rainy days when u can stay at home and watch all ur fav movies again. i like quiet music like lamp and duster(ew) if thats relevant..??? im super introverted and everyone says im funny so i must be funny right haha…. right…. i also like driving around at night with no actual destination just driving around town then going home. i am sorry if this isn’t enough to go off😭and can i have dc and dano movies pls……. thank u i love ur writing

AGH hi first ship anon let's goooo!!!!

dc: rick flag

LISTEN. this man spends his time surrounded by loud, wacky characters. he probably deals with weird, random bullshit on the daily. it would be a pleasure and privilege for him to come home to someone like you,, someone who doesn't expect him to be this big character who leads the team. he'd LOVE to sit with you and just ,, fucking exist outside of the task force. sitting quietly and reading (probably some government document but !!! it's still reading !!!) with you in a quiet, relaxed environment would definitely give him a sense of normality for once in his fucking life (this man needs a break good lord). and like ,,, imagine him coming home and laying his head in your lap while you play video games and him just making little comments about whatever you're playing like ,, yes 😵‍💫 also kinda hc that he's very good at video games like he'll claim not to be because he doesn't have much time to play but give him the controller and he'll fucking destroy it !!!! like movie days with you would be the best fucking days of his LIFE fr just lazing around and doing NOTHING with you in his arms like ,,, man. he'd love that. he's so used to the crazy, stressful lifestyle and just being allowed to exist and be normal and do quieter things with you would be so good for him !!! and like ,,, this mf must be stressed so like !!! nighttime drives!!! going everywhere and nowhere would be perfect for him!!! he'd definitely just pick up the keys, tell you to put some shoes on and the two of you would be off!!! where?? i don't know and neither does he but he's with you so !!! he doesn't care !!!! also he would find you funny!!!!!

dano movies: klitz

look. you sound cool. so you get klitz. i think the two of you are very similar in personality with both of you being introverted. and like, a lot of klitz's humour comes from his natural reactions to the situations he's put in during the movie,, like he's not INTENTIONALLY funny but the things he says and does are funny. i'm not an introvert myself but i have loads of friends who are and y'all are the funniest mfs ever just because of how you react to things and your little comments get me ROLLING. so yeah ,, klitz is the one for you. the two of you would be the ultimate pairing at a party and i'd love to sit with y'all because it would be SO funny,,, anyway you're cool

yakuza: ichiban

listen i know you don't know yakuza but you're getting a yakuza ship because !!!!! i think you and this dumbass would get on like a house on fire!!! he's ultimate extrovert (just like me fr!!!!) but i feel like the two of you would balance each other out nicely. he's a gamer and a movie enjoyer so !!!!! he'd love to spend all day playing video games and watching movies with you!!! and he'd laugh at all of your jokes or comments!!! he's just a sweetheart and i think you'd get on well

anyway thanks for playing my ship game !!!!!<333

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking #ship game

[rrxindrops]

That's indeed a long list of red flags and there's always more. One might focus more on the religious practices than behavioral practices. But akhlaaq is something definitely much more important than doing the rituals.

I completely agree with all the points you mentioned and these are some things no candidate should overlook.

Being inconsiderate about others and their feelings is definitely on the top of my list of red flags. Whether it comes to family, friends, colleagues, neighbors or even strangers.

Just to add on everything else you mentioned, it isn't much of a red flag but something that will play in an important in any marriage (I am guessing since I am not married). It's their purpose in life, what is it something that really occupies their heart and mind. Why do they wake up everyday and for what? What do they hope to achieve in life? And do all the answers to these questions lead to Allah? How much do they love Allah and His Prophets (PBUT)? How much are they going to sacrifice to gain Allah's pleasure and mercy?

I would prefer someone who tries their best in life with whatever they can and always keeps Allah as their center rather than someone having everything under their feet (beauty, wealth, intelligence, etc) and not concerned about Allah. I am not talking about religiosity, just the fact that there's always Allah in their mind. Such a person would be the ultimate companion even if they have all the flaws in the world.

So yeah, I would base a large part of my decision on just this question: What do you really want? Why?

Yes of course! I completely agree with all of that you said!

I only brought up red flags on ahlaq but they should definitely have religious commitment too. I feel like that has its own discussion and very important one to have. Like you said having Allah in their mind and as their center in life.

You want someone who has the same morals and guidelines in life. Helping each other towards Allah. What they do and don’t do should be for the sake of Allah. They should seek Allahs pleasure and by doing all of that will automatically help them beautify their character on the way. And I know that no one is perfect. I have my own flaws and I have a lot of them but I’m trying to do better, one step at a time. May Allah make it easy for everyone, may Allah guide us, ameen.

#ask #anon

[daniels-rwby-blog]

IT'S BEE O CLOCK BABY

Still a good intro, Bit of back story, some falling nice.

That clock is important

Ruby's moody and Jaune the voice of reason

Jaune is my reaction to meta cat

cat your annoying weiss and me

ascension is death called it,

AND THE TWIST BOIS

so lewis died

weiss is now the best character don't at me.

holy crap this is the metaverse, like it's a writer's out for the whole show.

okay so we have the bees together working out the little ship issue we have going on (man i hope monty had a list of canon ships) and the backstory, really a tale from remnant about the ever after, as i thought the twist is that morals are totally wack, i love the tape FX btw. and yeah the herbalist seems more important or at least a pawn of the cat, which seems to be jaunes point, the cat rules this world, its the cat's playground and alex bought it, alex dealt with the cat and escaped.

also those mirrors and summer and weiss seeing atlas, thats gonna need a breakdown.

Jaune still isn't saying the full story tho, he's holding something back.

and now thee bee elephant:

so this is about as blunt a way to do the bee's as i could think of, the compliments bridge yangs movments are perfrect here, emotion is so well carried and her spilling out about blake is adorable

THE BLUSHING THE FLAG THE COLOR NOOOOOOOOO ITS TOO CUTE its the GARDEN FROM THE SONG

HOW DID HE KNOWWWWWW

This is one of the best scene’s i've seen from rwby, not just cause it’s my ship but because it feels like the show as come, at least half circle upon itself, while it left the realm of cutiepie highschool drama years ago, the core of it, of 4 friends, it's never left. And now it's back, although friends isn't the right word.

and thus the S.S bee wins over. in not the best way or the way i wanted

But yeah i like how nonchalant it is The bees are free and the show is essentially now part over, 2 of the title characters are completed in "friendship" BY is indeed bi. All that's left is ruby; the story of motherhood and doing the right thing even when the odds are against you, and Weiss who's learnt her lesson so many times over it's hard to count. But we're done now, the bees have kissed the ship is a relationship and the GF jokes can start, its phase 2 of the SS bumblebee and I really hope it gets mentioned in the show (the ex-ship name). Kinda wonder if Monty had planned this (seems like he did not gonna lie) but there was time for black sun to have it, but ultimately CRWBY kicked in their teeth. Here's my message to Blacksun or anyone who’s not happy about BB. This is RWBY, a show that while at its core is a fight anime about 4 girls, in a wacky world of monsters and God’s, finding themselves and their friends in the midst of it all, it always had a second message… Be yourself. Wiess tries to become her own person rather than the rich heiress. Ruby tries to be a huntress and later a leader and later still whatever this is. Blake and faunus are an analog for minorities and fitting in. Yang is the “just being physically strong doesn't mean you're good mentally”. This show is about change, finding your place and I don't think that having a Gay ship means any less. In fact it seems fitting. And regardless of all the other gay media you may point to and tell me that RWBY shouldn't have to conform to it, i'd like to point out this show is a decade old (ish)! This ship was there from day 1, and now it's over, its cannon and that's it.

For my fellow Bee’s, it's done, we can have our few weeks (heck the whole rest of the volume) but we have won. The signs were always there, it is now our job to become the defenders, we must gather our memes, our evidence, our mighty clips; and we must, it is our destiny to use them to back up CRWBY, to defend, not our opinions in hate filled fury, but the Show we love with dignity and respect, we need to tone it down once our victory lap is done and keep a level head as we show the world all the hints and love filled moments that led up to, what i hope is one of many Bee Kisses.

Also all the fan art OMG its so cuuuuuteeeeeeeeeee!

Thanks, y'all for reading, and sticking with this show to see out the bees, I'll have a breakdown of Ruby's mental fuzz at CR and what that means coming up. Make sure to read my other theories and DFTBA!

#rwby theory #rwby shitpost #rwby vol9 #team rwby #rwby #shipping #cannon #hey shippers be nice please #thessbeeisdeadandimsohappy