Baking with Leehan??? Like that would be the best thing everrrr
another baking w bonedo thought 😞 I'm actually so soft and devastated w the cute scenarios that pop up in my head at these reqs PLEASE. but ok ok baking w leehanie ! <3
so firstly, I think the idea to bake together would come about really randomly! like when you're hanging out w him casually, watching a movie or eating together or sth, you'd mention how much you love chocolate brownies and he'd be like, then let's bake them U ´ᴥ` U ! <3 baby really is ready to do everything as long as it makes you happy :(
I think in leehan's case, he'd be the one following your instructions, simply bcuz he trusts you to do the hard stuff, but he'll help out too of course!! albeit a bit confused and tinsy bit clumsily but he'll be super careful not to make a mess :'( <3
he'll go extra quiet while concentrating and you would not want to disturb him while he's being so serious abt it but at the same time, I can imagine the irresistible adorable little pout he'd make. he's just so cute, I can't :(( </3
so because of that, right as he's done with his task you'd tickle his sides and u'll get to see that pretty pretty toothy smile of his ( っc ) along with the cutest giggles ever! but beware of his revenge! cuz he'll tickle u twice as much, AND pick u up to spin you around at the same time ૮ / / / ⍝ა I might actually just faint... he's the cutest <3
he'll also (not so) sneakily put some of the batter on ur nose and act all innocent afterwards. like... mister! there's no one else in the room, who else could be to blame !! <3 and then he'll just chuckle and peck the tip of your nose, after gently cleaning the batter off ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა
you best believe tho that he'll be at his fish tank the moment u put the tray in the oven to bake. he'll be looking at his fishies to pass the time, and you'd ask him to tell u abt them and then will listen to him cutely rant abt his babies in the softest voice filled with so much adoration <3 <3
he'd be the one taking the brownies out the oven once they're done of course! since he doesn't want u to touch it while it's hot. :(
and then you realize that you don't have any ice cream to put on the brownies, and your frustration would show on ur face. the second he finds out what ur displeased about he'll be running off to sort it out :(( </3 it has to be perfect, he wants you to enjoy the treat to the max!! ♡ˎˊ˗
and as you guys sit down to have the brownies, (that surprisingly came out so good!) his plate would be long forgotten as he'd just be staring at you with heart eyes the whole time, just watching you eat. he'd just tell you he loves to see you eating well :( :( :(
would definitely offer to bake w you again, seeing how much fun you had the last time.. like you'd be out on a date and he'll just drag u into the supermarket to get the ingredients on your way home. he'll just announce that you're baking cookies tonight all enthusiastically (ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ) loveliest baby boy just loves to see you happy, and will give u all the sweetest treats in the world ! ♡
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO A SUNKILLER FIC PLEASE IM BEGGING
erm u should do one of like barty comforting james after he finds him crying (or well jot comforting but like relating and sitting with him and talking to him eventually leading to a kiss or smth) cuz i love the idea of barty being the one to understand james’ struggles
This one moved to the top of the list because I can never say no to good Sunkiller+James Angst content. @turnin9pag3
Sunkiller (fluff? Angst maybe??)
James was exhausted. An entire week of "James, I need this."" "James, how should I handle this?" "James, could you help me with this?" And he enjoyed helping people, he really did. He sometimes figured that people only wanted him around for that reason alone. So of course he helped. And he helped, and he helped and he helped , until the candle in which he clutched in his palms fizzled out, and he had no more light to shed. Now the sun could only flicker every so often, leaving behind a quiet, and terribly ruined boy.
James, who loved every single person with every single fiber of his being, James, who poured half himself into every else's quarter empty glasses, James, who looked the ugliest, meanest monsters in the eyes and with a soft voice spoke of how much they mattered James, was the light. He was the sun, the everything, and no can ever get close enough to the sun without burning up. Figuratively, anyway. James never let those around him in. He found it ridiculous to shed his woes onto the shoulders of another. He fears if he speaks too much he might just spill his entire self-worth out onto the floor. A pathetic sight that would be.
But it'll always become too much eventually. "Too much" as in you cant take it. "Too much" as in you fall to your knees clutching your chest the first second of your solitude. "Too much" as in James is now knelt in the astronomy tower, gasping for helpless breaths of air. He couldn't see anything, his glasses fogged with tears. He had no mind in this moment. No people to help, no limb of himself to tear off and distribute to the next person in need, he was just a scared, sad, and terribly frustrated teenage boy. The sun shone a lot less in these moments.
Barty decided he, tonight, would be Icarus. Idly he swung open the astronomy door, searching for a spot to smoke in peace, having been reprimanded the times before. He almost scoffed at the memory. Immediately Barty was hit by the chill of November air, then tainted with the sounds of hopeless sobs. Barty assessed the situation, quirking a brow when, to his own (not very) surprise, it was james. He waited only a moment before he rushed over, kneeling beside the other. His voice was awfully gentle, for what felt like the first time.
"Woah, easy, Potter, what the fuck is this?" Barty fears he's too harsh, but makes up for it quickly with how softly he takes the others face in his hands.
"I'm sorry. Holy shit, I'm sorry." James murmurs like a mantra as he apologies for, literally nothing at all. He would go on to explain that he "Feels too much" and that he "can't even breath, because the words he has yet to say feel like they're squeezing at his throat" and he "Just wishes he could say it. All of it. But no one will have the heart to listen. That he doesn't have the heart to try."
Barty would counter earnestly with "You have me. And you don't care about me. So tell me." And "I know, James. I know. You're worth so much." And "You deserve to be listened too. Honest."
He would eventually get James' breath to steady, then his tears to stop, and then for himself to calm down all together. They talked. An excruciatingly long time, too. Spoke of their woes, mostly James', and Barty was there for him. And James, bless his entire being, needed that. More than anything he needed that. Someone to listen. Barty was there. James wouldn't have ever, in a thousand years, have assumed Barty would ever be there for him.
The two sat beside one another, not close enough to friends but not far enough to be strangers. James sighed, his eyes stuck on the sky. Constellations glimmered, as if though to taunt this very interaction.
"You won't..tell anyone, will you? About this?" The sentence came out weary, and sort of broken up. James potter often ran too far ahead of his own mind, having to piece together his thoughts minutes after he spoke. Another oddly redeeming quality of his.
Barty chuckled. He shook his head violently. "Yeah, James, I'm going to leak your vulnerability to the entire school." He shook his hands above his head, snorting before reality hit him square in the chest. He turned to the other, eyes overwhelming with concern. "You don't..actually think I'd do that, do you?"
James felt the gaze burning a whole through his cheek, but he didn't turn.
"I don't know, Crouch, We aren't the closest."
Barty was almost offended at the insinuation.
"Merlin, James. I would never."
James only sighed in response. Something about it was just defeated. Sad. Barty inches closer.
"you're totally fucked, potter. I mean..You're just giving yourself away, at this point."
James let out a hearty chuckle, but Barty could tell it was really just hurt. "You don't say."
"You're too ahead of yourself. If you keep going like this, keep giving so much, you'll just..explode, you know. A supernova of the highest degree."
James turned to Barty. "Yeah, well people need me. I need to be there. I need to care, because no one else will."
"And who cares about you, James?"
"Oh get off it, Crouch.." he scoffed, possibly the most emotion he had offered all night.
"James. I'm serious. You'll hurt yourself if you go on like this. What, you think I'm so..so sporadic all the time?"
"Well.."
"Of fucking course not! I'm as calm as I am boisterous, man, woah. Big word. I gotta tell regulus about that.." Barty only seemed to distract himself, shaking his head as if though shaking his mind from a haze.
"Look, mate, all I'm saying is that you can't go on like this. Not forever. Not even much longer."
James eyes were filled to the brim with a sadness beyond tears when he turned to Barty, everything in him looked defeated. He just pressed his forehead against the side of Bartys shoulder, sighing.
And it felt almost normal. Most things would have, given how quickly they had gotten acquainted. Barty was sure now that he knew more about James than most of James' friends did. Must have, with how much he seemed to be holding in. Barty ached for the other, because he knew what it was like to be him. He wrapped an arm around James shoulder as he shook, violent sobs exuding from the other, sure to leave a mark on Bartys sweater.
A couple more minutes of back rubs and "I know, mate..I know.." and James was good as ever. Not really but, better than he was before. And Barty took that as a win. The two were still close, not touching. James shook his head and Barty glanced over, quirking his brow.
"You're absolutely fucking mental, crouch, you know that? I mean, how many people would stop to console a practical stranger?"
"You would."
"Of course I would." James reached up to rub his eyes, ridding them of post-tear redness.
"You're a good person James. And that's an annoying thing to admit. But good person doesn't equate to running yourself into the ground for others. It's okay to take sometimes, you know."
James' expression contorted into something new. His eyes were a little wide, if not hesitant. Barty was almost struck, with the way those enticing brown eyes fell over his very own body, lashes batting sort of wearily as James got closer, his voice low.
"Is it now? Well, if it's so okay to take, then surely you wouldn't mind.." James' eyes flicked to Bartys lips, and Barty was sure his face drained of all color. James potter was this close to him. James potter wanted him. And Barty, as confident and as overzealous as he was, really had no mind of things ending this way. And be the man he was, he took the opportunity he was given, hastily moving to crash his lips against James', greedy as he did. His kiss was hungry, demanding. James responded only with as much heat as you'd expect from the sun itself, and Barty let himself burn. Fitting tax, playing with fire and all.
This lasted a few minutes between heavy, rushed breaths, both quick to reconcile each moment. James looked at Barty like he was worth something, and he was absolutely putty under his gaze. Good things end and blah blah blah, but they pulled apart, one eyeing the other with just as much terror as the other. James never-kissed-a-boy-before Potter just spent a valuable five minutes hungrily enduring the taste of another mans presence. Barty just hadn't expected it, really. He was confident enough to try his luck with many men, just not James Potter. Not that he fully, entirely believed it was impossible or anything, but he wasn't sure James..felt that way. In any regard. And his suspicions were opposite of confirmed with this. And Barty enjoyed every second of it. Even after, knowing(as per one of their several limited meetings after this) he was James' first not- straight kiss. What a power trip that was for him.
James just sort of sat there, like a deer in headlights, staring at Barty. Barty snorted. "Oh, stop looking at me like that. I'm a man, not a fucking dragon." And James broke out into a series of laughter. He ran a hand across his own face, as if though to make sure he wasn't dreaming, before giving Barty that look again. Barty, who knew to count his blessings quick, wasted not a second before James Potter was up against the astronomy towers wall, locked narrowly in yet another heated kiss.
He, that day, found that Icarus, was not stupid at all. That he too thought it best to risk burning, if only to touch the sun for a second. Because it lingers. Always it lingers. The light. On your lips, Under your fingernails, between your grasp. Always will your skin feel a reminder of the sun itself.
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I am newish to the Clexa fandom (<3yrs) and am totally confused be the tags on these sapphic polls saying Lexa is brown face?? Like, she's an aussie with a tan. How is that brown face? Where did this start, and who is perpetuating it??
*confusion intensifies*
Ugh I cannot believe we're still dealing with this in the year of our hell 2023. I'm not upset with the question or you, I'm just so fucking tired of this being rehashed constantly because some people lack the ability to learn and thus create situations where these things keep having to be explained when they've already been thoroughly dissected and debunked.
Long story short, it was started because some people are chronically online and live their lives one buzzword at a time. I'm convinced these are the same people who can't use the word gaslighting correctly to save their life and talking is "trauma dumping" and everything they don't like is "toxic". Just people who love talking about things they only have a tenuous grasp of because they think it makes them sound intelligent or like they're really fighting the good fight. And what really really pisses me off about the whole brownface/bindi (it was a Helm of Awe, not a bindi) discourse is that it's such a nothing thing when faced with all the actual real, harmful racism and xenophobic tropes that were in the loo. Racism and xenophobia that Clexas have been calling out since day one (the same xenophobia in particular a lot of these same people conveniently ignore or excuse to prop up their fave sweaty boy character but that's another convo entirely). The loo was rife with it, but ffs Lexa wasn't one of them.
Fact is Lexa was white. She was always portrayed as a white woman with a tan BECAUSE SHE CAME FROM A CLAN THAT SPENT THE MAJORITY OF THEIR TIME OUTSIDE. She's been confirmed as nothing but white by the showrunner, the writers, and fellow POC cast members who where immensely confused af when these very tiring people tried pulling them into their shit talking campaign. Case in point because it's the most blatant, Adina Porter. OG tweet was deleted, but it was @ing her asking if Lexa was white or a WOC. To which she answered
And when someone asked why that was asked she answered
Because,,, it's pretty fucking obvious Lexa was white. At no point in her entire story arc was it ever represented or insinuated that Lexa was anything other than a white woman with a tan. She's Lexa kom TRIKRU. The clan of the trees. Meaning she's outside, training and working and traveling in the sun a fucking lot.
Like, I just wish people would be able to use their brains and discern this
from this
Because the differences are real and they're important. Brownface is a real, harmful problem in media and ffs even some actual people irl using it to gain appeal and popularity. It's something that should be called out and addressed at every turn. Which is why it's fucking harmful to just toss the word around for any white character who isn't visually eggshell pasty white and instead just fucking tan
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