#The white angsty lesbians are getting to me right now I’m sorry

[misahyochaeng]

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I’m Tofu, your local TWICE fic writer who’s a huge lesbian, recently escaped from Wattpad’s depths (the trenches… eughhh) to bring my shitty energy here! I’m reposting most of my fics because... well, interaction is addictive, and Tumblr feels like the place to vibe. I’m not super active, but seriously, throw your requests at me like confetti. (no, really, I’ll probably catch them in the least graceful way possible).

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CEO - Jihyo (smut)

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Insider - Mina (Smut & Angst)

Who’s gonna go for the nerd? - Nayeon (Smut)

Backstage Passes - G!p Mina (Smut)

Dog Sitting - Momo (Fluff)

Deal with the devil - Mimo (Thriller)

Lust - Chaeyoung (Smut)

Under the Influence - Saida (Fluff, Slight suggestive)

Webcam Honey >.< !! - Sana (Smut)

Candy - Poly!Samo (Smut)

Enemies at the altar - Jihyo (Series)

[yinxinglim]

[Book review] The Unbroken by C. L. Clark - F/F political epic fantasy

Messy infuriating disaster sapphics

destabilising colonialism

in a North African-inspired setting

Also Clark and Tasha Suri are currently doing an AMA, in case you missed it!

My rating: 4/5

I feel like my relationship to this book, like the one between its main characters, is more complicated than my rating can suggest.

The Unbroken by C. L. Clark is the first book of the Magic of the Lost fantasy trilogy. It’s about home, belonging, imperialism, race, and both the terrible and beautiful things human beings can do to each other.

One of its comp titles at some point was A Traitor Baru Cormorant, and y'all know how much I loved Baru. I think I could love this book too, although I'm saving my final verdict for when the trilogy is all out.

Official blurb

EVERY EMPIRE DEMANDS REVOLUTION.

Touraine is a soldier. Stolen as a child and raised to kill and die for the empire, her only loyalty is to her fellow conscripts. But now, her company has been sent back to her homeland to stop a rebellion, and the ties of blood may be stronger than she thought.

Luca needs a turncoat. Someone desperate enough to tiptoe the bayonet's edge between treason and orders. Someone who can sway the rebels toward peace, while Luca focuses on what really matters: getting her uncle off her throne.

Through assassinations and massacres, in bedrooms and war rooms, Touraine and Luca will haggle over the price of a nation. But some things aren't for sale.

Tropes

(I’ve forgotten a bunch, I’m sorry):

Military butch lesbian

Noblewoman ward/bodyguard reluctantly pressed into service

The unromanceable superior officer

Implicitly hot for teacher

Unwinnable sword (ish) duel

Mistress buys her servant new clothes (I loved this part sooo much since we rarely see this with a butch)

Nerd confronts mean girls gossiping

Tragic family backstory.

Characters

Touraine

Butch, military, lesbian(?), Black MC and the gal on the cover. Touraine is a conscript who was taken from her home country (Qazāl) as a child and raised in fantasy France (Balladaire). I was fully sympathetic with Touraine even when she makes somewhat iffy decisions. She's just doing her best and sometimes that's not good enough but like she's trying ok and I appreciate that.

Luca

Bi/pan?, white, royal, physically disabled (traumatic injury). Luca is our other viewpoint character in the conflict between Qazāli and the Balladairan colonisers; she's nominally heir but politics means she has a vested interest in ensuring the Qazāli colony succeeds (from the Balladairan point of view).

I'm ambivalent to Luca verging on dislike; I think she will get more woke as the series progresses but right now she is honestly painful to watch. She’s written sympathetically and I get it, she is a product of her circumstances like everyone else, but emotionally I don’t like her right now and I think that’s intentional.

There's a great scene with her that demonstrates the intersectionality of privilege, in that her understanding and lived experience of disability doesn't mean she automatically understands the experience of disability + class disadvantage + racial discrimation. (And in fact that her experience leads her to assume she would understand but she doesn't).

Secondary characters

Let me just say how much I loved Cantic, Touraine’s superior officer. She reminds me of Knight-Commander Meredith (Dragon Age 2): a military leader and woman of conviction, the sort who should be able to break Touraine like a twig. She's sadly, like Meredith, also non-romanceable because of hierarchy and so on.

I also loved the Jackal, for spoilery reasons.

The relationship

There is not a huge amount of romance in book 1, it’s mostly all angsty yearning. I'm honestly unsure if the next book will get me to say yes, I ship Touraine/Luca--because right now that whole mess is toxic af. And I desperately love fictional sapphic toxicity but I feel like Touraine could do better, emotionally speaking. Part of me wants her to find a nice gal who doesn't come with so much baggage, but that is the entire challenge of this series, I think--how can we love the person who was once our oppressor? How do we acknowledge the scars of the past and heal?

How can we love the person who was once our oppressor?

It's a lot. It's a lot that Clark has taken on, and I'm eager to see what they do with it.

At one part of the book it feels like Touraine and Luca have so many chance meetings that I wished it was more acknowledged by the text and called out by other characters; it felt like they had a red string of fate joining them and I kind of expected/wanted that to be more, like, remarked upon.

Other

The absence of heteronormativity

Heteronormativity and homophobia is more-or-less absent, even in the Balladairan elite. There are a number of queer side characters of varying privilege (the only ones I can think of right now are F/F couples but it's been a while since I read this book and I’m probably missing some rep) and no one seems to care either way. I really appreciate the lack of homophobia, especially in a text like this that explores other forms of discrimation.

The space between the text and the reader

I'm a Third Culture Kid (grew up as an immigrant) and also a racial minority in my country of residence. So when Touraine, in the opening chapter, visits her birth country for the first time as an adult, I felt like I grokked her mixed feelings completely. But my first reading of this book gave me the impression that the reader wasn't expected to understand, and for a few pages our hand is held as we walk through Touraine’s complicated feelings.

It was a brief impression and one that only applied for the first chapter, and on a re-read I’m not even sure if it stood out to me that much again. But that first impression is so important and I’m still thinking about it. Like, who is expected to be a reader, how to balance the goals of comprehension without othering. And I wonder if that was a publisher/editor/non-authorial decision, as part of making it more relatable to a wider audience, and the trade-offs involved in those kinds of decisions.

My rating

4/5, and I plan to read the rest of the series.

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[whatthehelliswrongwithme]

Voltron Part 25

God, it´s the season 5 finale already. I´ve got to say, so far Voltron is still good, but these stupid half-seasons annoy the fuck outta me. As always, since it's the finale, I'll also talk about the season as a whole:

So Lotor gonna take a magical vacation, to travel to a magical planet with the help of a magical rock, where they'll go to a magical place so Allura can learn magic?

It's space Bermuda Triangle

Moustache man sounds so tired, because of Allura. Like. He knows it's the season finale and Allura's got to "die" again

Lance! I was about to make a stupid joke about Lotor's music career. Don't steal my jokes!

Oh my god. Magic Planet got it's own Fursona. (And of course it's a lion)

Btw, did the Alteans also have lions? Or did Allura's dad just like, see a cat-video from earth and thought: "That's how I want my ships to look like!"

The Paladins screaming just seems so ridicolous

Lotor discovers that he is in fact, *the* Mary Sue of this story arc

Seriously. I fucking hate "Chosen Ones" stories

Lotura moment!

"Why isn't moustache man glowing?" "Because he is a dirty peasent"

It's not death. But Allura already put herself in mortal danger again

Aww, poor Shiro. Being used as spyware (and maybe being controlled) by space witch. Baby doesn't deserve this

Big Gal: " While space witch is pondering, we could be out conquering"

Watch out Eminem. Both Lotor and Big Gal are coming for you

Everytime they talk about Lotor's backstory, it feels like it's supposed to be sad

Meanwhile I'm just sitting here, thinking "I'm supposed to feel sorry for that bitch?!? I don't !!"

Why do they always take off their helmets this willy-nilly?

What a great challenge: The ceiling is coming down and they've got to do something. How about interacting with the only other object in the room?

Look at Lotor interacting with this white lion and tell me that he's not still Evil. I'll wait

The magic realm really just deadass told Allura that she's supposed to know all the shit she came for

Shiro's acting like he didn't almost die because of a lack of oxygen. Honey you don´t always have to be this stoic hero

Space witch only listens to the Paladins with their stupid distorted voices. Pidge sounds like "Bitch". She probably thinks that that's the green paladins name

Thoughts on season 5 as a whole:

Liked it better than season 4. Right off the Gate

I kinda disliked season 4 because it was pretty focused on Lotor. But this season got the rest of the team to balance that out. Liked that.

This season was just filled with bad decisions coming from Shiro

But at least it was kinda implied that space witch has some sort of control over him. So that explains that at least

Fav episode: "The viewer gets to find out why Keith's dad is a Monsterfucker"

Keith once again was very little present. But at least he basically got his own epidode. And his mother was introduced. So that´s a plus?

Lance, I´ve grown to like you. And the fact that you also hate Lotor's guts really helps that

Pidge had some cool moments. Love seeing her interact with her brother

Hunk needs his own sort of mini-arc again, like in season 1 with Shay and the Balmera

Who made the worst decisions? Who trusts Lotor for some reason? Who's spyware and may or may not be controlled by space witch? Who deserves a break? Who is space daddy? Jolene Shiro

Is Allura going to be magic now? Because it feels like that was kinda implied

(Also love the fact, that every season finale she just has to be this drama queen and almost die)

Moustache man. You're weird. But I love you.

Everytime Lotor does something, I'm just that Cardi B clip: "~That's suspicious.~ ~That's weird.~"

Honestly. I ship Lotura. But not in a cutesy kinda way, but in a “Lotor's gonna turn out to still be an asshole. Allura feels betrayed. Everything is angsty” kinda way

Allurance kinda falling apart right now cause of Lotor. But Lance is desperatly trying to hold it together

Lancelot is a ship I've found out about. Seems interesting. Probably only exist because all the Klance shippers needed a new 'Enemies to Lovers' realationship to focus on

Klance, Shallura and Sheith found dead in Miami

Well, at least Sheith got Keith being willing to die in order to save Shiro

Punk is so good! I love shipping characters who are in desperate need of more screentime!

Plance I think had some cute moments

Still kinda ship Big Gal x colourful Ty Lee. Everytime they're on screen it's just "Let's go lesbians, let's go!" for me

I don't know if it belongs here, but Keith and Stone Cold Bitch are the brOTP

Predictions for season 6:

I've said it since the very first season prediction. But: They return to earth. (I just know that as soon as I stop mentioning it, it´s gonna happen.)

Somehow Team Voltron finds out that Shiro is spyware

(Through some old ColeyDoesThings videos, I found out that there apparently was some sort of clone theory going round. And honestly, it would be interesting, but I haven't noticed any sort of indication for this) (Unless it´s one of those stupid plot-twist, where the viewer had literally no way to see it coming)

(And honestly, I kinda dislike this whole clone idea)

Team Voltron meets Krolia. Lance is in awe. "Stacy's mom" starts playing in the background. Keith tells Pidge to turn that off

Lotor's gonna betray them. I don't trust that bitch-ass motherfucker

And Zarkon's death turns out to be false. it was all just some stupid elaborate ruse to get the lions

I just want Keith to return to Team Voltron. But I kinda doubt that that will happen anytime soon 

One last thing: ❤I fucking love all of you!❤ I love recognising people because they frequently appear in the notifs. I love seeing new people interact with this blog and seeing their cool stuff. And I love that you guys seem to enjoy this Voltron review thing I´ve got going on. I´m always especially excited about comments, because it's really fun interacting with you guys. Seriously, love you!❤

[marvels-writings]

In the Past (3)

| Part 1 | Part 2 | 

Request: Hi:) An idea for a Natasha & R/ Carol x R imagine: Natasha & R are best friends, but R has had feelings for Nat for a long time. R has tried to confess her feelings multiple times but Nat has either taken it as a joke/assumed her statement was platonic. Other Avengers just feel bad bc R listens to Nat talk about her relationships, helps Nat through breakups, just tries to be genuinely supportive/happy for Nat while suppressing her own feelings. When Carol meets R, things change for the better…

A/N: it is a plot twist kind of, not I just felt a bit angsty and I’m sorry

“So you guys are dating then?” Sam asked from the doorway, you pulled away, slightly breathless when you saw practically the entire team huddled in the doorway, you groaned when you saw them.

“Yes nosy.” You retorted, pulling away from Carol and turning to face them with your arms crossed. 

“How long have you been standing there?” Carol demanded, Sam smirked slightly and started to back away.

“Oh no, you didn’t.” You said, Sam grinned and sprinted out with the rest of the team, you let out a loud groan and started chasing them, smiling when you heard Carol laughing behind you.

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It had been months since then, you and Carol had gotten closer the entire time, eventually even moved in together and grown happier, it just made Natasha more conflicted. She had seen you go out with other women before, she was always happy and supportive, but they never lasted more than a few weeks. It was never really your fault, the idea of dating an Avenger seemed fantastic to them at first, scared them once you started to get into it.

But now, seeing you with Carol made her blood boil a little bit, Natasha was always scouting for mistakes Carol would make so she could step in and show she was better, but Carol always treated you perfectly, like you deserved to be treated. 

“What happened to that other girl you dated,” You pondered for a second, popcorn in your hand when it struck you. “Coco right?” 

You casually tossed the popcorn into your mouth and turned to face Natasha, having given up on trying to understand Game of Thrones. Natasha rolled her eyes and turned to you.

“What about her?” She asked, smiling at you, you threw a piece of popcorn at her. 

“She was nice.” You commented, Natasha raised an eyebrow, you returned the same look at her.

‘She isn’t you,’ Natasha thought, erasing the thought from her head before answering

“She was okay.” Natasha shrugged, returning her attention to the show.

“C’mon Nat,” You whined, leaning forwards and pausing the show. “We need to get you a date for the Gala tonight.”

“I’ll just find one at the Gala.” Natasha winked at you, you rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at her, regretting it immediately when Natasha started a full-on pillow fight.

Natasha threw the pillow at you before you could grab it off your face, she moved to straddle you while slapping you in the face repeatedly with the same pillow, leaving you laughing and gasping for air at the same time. But Natasha accidentally released the pillow and it went flying off, hitting Carol’s cup of coffee, spilling it all over her white sweatshirt.

“Oh you are getting it Romanoff.” Carol grinned, putting the empty mug down and joining the pillow fight, laughing the entire time. 

The pillow fight lasted a few more minutes, with Natasha still on top of you trying to fight Carol off but failing miserably, you couldn’t stop laughing at Natasha’s face when Carol had practically blown the pillow to bits while trying to throw it.

Eventually, they stopped and Natasha reluctantly got off of you, trying to find the TV remote.

“Babe we should go get ready.” You said, Carol turned to look at you and nodded.

“We should, you take forever to pick an outfit anyway,” Carol commented, you feigned hurt and slapped her on the arm, causing her to laugh.

“See you at the Gala Nat!” You shouted over your shoulder, bantering and joking with your girlfriend on the way to your room.

Natasha groaned, she wanted to be the one bantering and joking with you, but she thought she didn’t have feelings for you, it didn’t make any sense. She put her head in her hands, sighing heavily before making her way to her room, getting ready for the Gala she was dreading.

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“Who’s there?” Natasha asked once she heard a knock at her door, she had been applying eyeliner when she heard it.

“It’s Carol, can I talk to you for a second?” Carol asked from behind the door, Nat sighed and shouted for her to come in. 

Carol gingerly stepped in, wearing a stunning blue tux with a navy blue bow and some silver jewelry. Her short hair was styled the way it usually was but just a bit fancier somehow, she looked amazing.

“It’s about y/n,” Carol stated, Natasha raised an eyebrow and got back to her makeup as Carol slowly sat down on the edge of Natasha’s bed.

“Don’t leave me hanging Danvers,” Natasha said, Carol chuckled nervously and pulled a navy blue box out of her pocket, Nat saw the box in her vanity, eyes widening slightly.

“I was planning to propose to y/n tonight,” Carol explained, fidgeting with the box. “And I needed your opinion on the ring and if I should propose tonight or wait for some time, you’re her best friend, after all, you know her better than anyone.”

Natasha turned around, jaw clenched as she tried not to focus on the pang in her chest at those words. keeping her emotions in check the best she could as Carol handed her the box, fidgeting with her hands a little, she had never been this nervous. Natasha opened the box to find a stunning rose gold ring with a gemstone the same color as Carol’s eyes woven into the center, it was simple yet stunning. 

“I think she would love it,” Natasha said, awing at the ring a little before returning it to Carol who was grinning brighter than the sun.

“But you should wait for some time,” Natasha stated, Carol’s face scrunching up in confusion a little.

“Y/n is someone who generally likes to take things slow, I’ve seen how in love with you she is,” Natasha hesitated a little before continuing. “But you should wait.”

“Okay,” Carol sighed, getting up and about to walk out. “Thank you Natasha.” was all she said before leaving.

“God.” Natasha murmured, putting her head in her hands once she was sure Carol had left, there were millions of thoughts racing in her head.

Carol was perfect for you, you two were the dream couple, Natasha had witnessed every bit of it, she had seen the fights and heard about the making up, she knew everything. Your relationship was perfect, Carol just wanted to make it last as long as she could and Natasha denied her that. She didn’t want your friendship to be in the past, she wanted more, even if it was selfish. 

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A/N: Thoughts on the plot twist?

[dipplie]

This is how I cope don’t @ me

1: Top 3 pets you wish to have Bunny, Mouse, pet bee 2: Top 3 Disney Movies Tangled, Zootopia, and a close tie between The Princess and the Frog and Wreck it Ralph 3: Top 3 OTPs Nick and Judy (I’m not a furry), honestly probably the other pairings from my 3 (4) favorite movies like Felix and Calhoun or Tiana and Naveen or whatever 4: Top 3 pick up lines Pick me up- no literally please just carry me around like sweep me off my feet no like ACTUALLY like ju- 5: Top 3 summer activities Lying in the grass, listening to music on the swings, drinking from the neighbors sprinklers because you didn’t bring water on your walk 6: Top 3 school memories    -Once in 5th grade we were doing an egg drop, and I put mine off till the day before, so my parents just gave me a jar of peanut butter, and I just put the egg in the jar, and when they dropped it from the school roof it exploded all over the pavement and left a stain for years.    -Another time in 9th grade, a couple friends and I wrote a giant “send nuds” in the snow beneath my friends next class’s window, and some other kids took a picture of it and spread it around, and like the whole school was talking about it for a day or two (though we denied it was us so we didn’t get in trouble).    -And in 12th grade the last day of the 3rd semester, my AP Psych teacher said “you know you guys might not come back after spring break since the covid-19 virus might come to America.” And half the class was like: “I hope so we don’t have to come back haha.” And then we went into lockdown for a year 7: Top 3 things you find attractive Being looked at, Being talked to, Being touched at all oh my go d 8. Top 3 shops I dunno man can I say Build-a-Bear Workshop I’ve never been there 9: Top 3 romantic dates Theme park, Aquarium, Build-a-Bear Workshop 10: Top 3 drinks Milk, Milkshakes, the color purple 

11: Top 3 spices/herbs oh my god im too white for this question I think doritios are spicy, SALT 12: Top 3 apps to use not tumblr 13: Top 3 months of the year not winter 14: Top 3 clothing items Skirt, Bows, Thigh-highs 15: Top 3 kinds of flower Daffodils, Buttercups, Dandelions (yes I’m aware they’re a weed) 16: Top 3 Christmas movies Home Alone 1, Those stop motion rudolph ones, the original grinch 17: Top 3 things you don’t/Won’t miss Angsty middle schoolers, Angsty high schoolers, Angsty people 18: Top 3 games Minecraft, Stardew Valley, All the Zelda games between 2002-2009 19: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows I really don’t watch actually T.V. shows I just watch anime sometimes maybe and youtube series man 20: Top 3 kinds of candy Butterscotch, Chocolate coins, Those little pebble chocolates that looks like fish tank rocks 21: Top 3 ways to exercise/be active Well I have an answer, but I don’t think I can say it~ 22: Top 3 spirit animals (I’ve heard something about this being possibly racist so I’ll approach this wish caution) Bunnies, Lambs, a pet rock 23: Top 3 petnames Honey, Muffin, Sweetheart 24: Top 3 places you’ve been to A yearly carnival my old town had once a year, Disney World even though I almost drowned there, The Arcade in my old town called Bananas 25: Top 3 most used websites Youtube, Tumblr (regrettably), Pintrest 26: Top 3 people you last texted My boyfriend, my friend, my co-worker friend 27: Top 3 hashtags you use imagine using the tags how they’re supposed to be used 28 Top 3 items you can’t leave the house w/o clothes (i’m really funny) 29: Top 3 guilty pleasures I write self-insert sometimes I guess 30: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take Psychology, Sociology, certain art classes 31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle My OC’s, My friends, inappropriate stuff 32: Top 3 aesthetics Cottagecore, Bloomcore, Wonderland 33: Top 3 things you’d buy if you gained three million dollars Pretty things, Cute Clothes and stuffed animals, therapy 34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself Buying pretty things, Wearing cute clothes and holding stuffed animals, therapy 35: Top 3 cartoon crushes Kyoya from OHHC, Mako from Kill La Kill, Marceline/Marshall Lee 36: Top 3 things to do in the snow Draw in it, make snow sculptures, eat it 37: Top 3 accents to hear Russian, Spanish, idk spanish 2 38: Top 3 scents Vanilla, Cream, Strawberries 39: Top 3 things to do in the rain Sit in the car quietly, make out probably, cry 40: Top 3 cupcake flavors Chocolate, Chocolate 2, Chocolate 3 41: Top 3 fruits Cherries, Strawberries, Grapes 42: Top 3 holidays to celebrate Halloween, Christmas, Valentines 43: Top 3 embarrassing moments My friend jokingly revealing my weird self insert fanfic I wrote in middle school (that was gross don’t ask about it) to my friend group, getting a constant D- in AP Stats the whole semester and the whole class secretly knowing about it, wearing an oversized minecraft shirt in my 6th grade school picture 44: Top 3 crayola colors Seafoam, Canary, Cotton Candy 45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college Get back into theater and actually be included and noticed, not cry in the bathroom, feel cared about by my classmates 46: Top 3 fanfictions you’ve read don’t ask me that you can’t ask me that the last fanfics i’ve read were in middle school  47: Top 3 people you miss right now My boyfriend, Two of my friends GJ, my dopamine  48: Top 3 fears Being hated, Being alone, Being abandoned 49: Top 3 favorite literary devices (oh god it’s been a minute hang on) Alliteration, Juxtaposition, Colloquialism 50: Top 3 pet peeves Saying one thing and doing another, trying to act like you’re being the bigger person by not choosing a side, constant self deprecation 51: Top 3 music artists AJR, 3OH!3, Fake Type 52: Top 3 bad habits BFRD OCD, speaking before I think, lately I’ve been lashing out  53: Top 3 ice cream flavors Cookie Dough, Bubblegum, Cheesecake 54: Top 3 meals you love Bread and cheese, cheese with bread, I like dairy and bread 55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime Where are we going, What are we gonna do, what are you doing onii-chan (im so sorry) 56: Top 3 dog breeds Small, fluffy, actually a cat 57: Top 3 TV shows from your childhood The Amazing World of Gumball, Courage the Cowardly Dog, y’all remember Might Bee??? 58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak Better French, More ASL, I guess Spanish would be useful 59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television) I like the first couple Saw movies but then it went kind of downhill, I eventually stopped keeping up with SU ad AT but they have lesbians now and we love that, and I guess I read Warrior Cats in middle school. 60: Top 3 pizza toppings Cheese, ???, that’s all I need 61: Top 3 youtubers you’re subscribed to Markiplier, Erolds Story, Wilbur Soot 62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas Little Flower earrings, Little flower tattoos, Little flower stuff 63: Top 3 awards you want to win love trust and affection  64: Top 3 emojis 🍄🐝🍋 65: Top 3 things you’d do differently have different parents 66: Top 3 places to be in the world In love, Back up, Purgatory  67: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid Lack of responsibility and pressure, Mental illness, Lack of shame 68: Top 3 baby names Penelope, Theodore, Sofie 69: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors Grape, Strawberry, Cherry 71: Top 3 turn ons People being patient with me, People treating me equally, Being touched kindly at ALL 72: Top 3 turn offs looking like Tyler1 73: Top 3 recipes you want to try Sugar spice and everything nice 74: Top 3 dream jobs Primary School Teacher, Child Consoler/Therapist, I dunno being a storytime animator sounds nice... 75: Top 3 lucky items Fidget Toys, Stuffed Animals, Random Office Supplies (you know the ones)

[jamesbranwen]

tegan and sara’s last three albums but the songs are ranked by how much they are ironqrow

"Heartthrob" (2013) Closer - 8/10, it’s about the gay romance, idea of not being close enough

Goodbye, Goodbye - 6/10, fits breakup ironqrow very well but breakup ironqrow makes me sad

I Was A Fool - 9/10, fits breakup ironqrow even better, one is still in love, “Then you disappeared for weeks to pout” “thats the SEND BUTTON”

I'm Not Your Hero - 5/10, this is 100% a james song with a tiny ounce of ironqrow

Drove Me Wild - 10/10 just. go listen to it. its them.

How Come You Don't Want Me - 7/10, see Goodbye, Goodbye

I Couldn't Be Your Friend - 4/10, can’t see it personally but excellent breakup angst

Love They Say - 7/10, this is what i want v8 to be like, trust love babey Now I'm All Messed Up - 8/10, the angst is real

Shock To Your System - 8/10, this song is literally about James, “You got a shock to your system / Knocked your heart right out of sync ”

"Love You To Death" (2016) That Girl - 3/10, this is about james tho. 

Faint Of Heart - 9/10, this love ain’t made for the faint of heart

Boyfriend - 1/10 this song is about lesbianism. one point for gay yearning.

Dying To Know - 3/10, the angst potential is REAL though

Stop Desire - 8/10, this is why they’re 300 years old and not married

White Knuckles -  6/10, can def see this from qrow’s pov, “So, luck be damned / Break that mirror in two”

100x - 1/10, i like to think they have mutual feelings

BWU -  9/10, one of their big themes is trust, and trusting love, and this totally fits that. 

U-Turn - 8/10, i really want this to happen in v8, james go apologize to your mans

Hang On To The Night - 6/10, i can see this from james’ pov

"Hey, I'm Just Like You" (2019) Hold My Breath Until I Die - 8/10, angsty but i think this is current canonverse ironqrow, “In my dreams, the blood runs from my eyes / If I fall, will you catch me in your arms?”

Hey, I'm Just Like You - 7/10, the idea of having nobody but each other is strong, especially for james

I'll Be Back Someday - 7/10, this is about the time between their break up and v7

Don't Believe The Things They Tell You (They Lie) - 8/10, this is james angst, “Tell you I don't love you at all, but I do love you // I don't want to be a liar, but I do it every day / I don't want to be so tired, but I can't sleep anyway”

Hello, I'm Right Here - 9/10, this is very much young ironqrow, “Drinkin' with nothing to lose /��I'm sorry I was late, I was so blue / Oh, my head hurts from holding your hand / And I'm young, but it's hard to believe / Yeah, yeah that someday, I will never see you again”

I Don't Owe You Anything - 9/10, this is them and it is angsty and it hurts. maybe around v3 or earlier but still kind of applicable in v7. ow.

I Know I'm Not The Only One - 6/10, the angst potential is real, can totally see this pre-breakup. “The luck that brought you to me / Won't hold us any longer”

Please Help Me - 9/10, this is the current state of ironqrow imo. “What if I become all the horrible things I said that I would never be?”

Keep Them Close 'Cause They Will Fuck You Too - 7/10, see above but with more apathy, 100% from qrow’s pov, “Keep them close 'cause they will fuck you too / I will keep you close / I got nothing better to do / 'Cause I will miss you and without you, I will never be whole”

We Don't Have Fun When We're Together Anymore - 4/10, i can kind of see this as pre-series angst but i’m not sure i can imagine qrow being unfaithful

You Go Away And I Don't Mind - 5/10, can see this from james’ pov

All I Have To Give The World Is Me - 7/10, this is james’ pov, go get your mans james. you should choose love.

[juliebeanbook]

ten: so I’ll take what I can get

November came in snowy and wet, covering the city in slush and salt. The horrid weather meant that the audiences for our shows most weeks were a lot sparser than they had been back in the summer; on one particularly bad day, we played for a crowd of seven cold and damp individuals. Although we had dud weeks where the city seemed to have very little interest in a “folk/rock group with a lesbian leprechaun” (Dex’s catchy slogan for us), Cal insisted that we keep playing every Friday. (We’d only missed a few shows since I’d joined the band; a couple times because of Friday night midterms, once because of Dex’s birthday, and once because Cal had cooked for us the night before and none of us could get out of bed the next day.) He wanted us to become a “fixture” at the Moonlight, which I figured we probably were by now after six months, but according to Cal, we had to keep showing up.

So that’s how I ended up walking to the Moonlight in the dark in the middle of a snowstorm the second Friday of November, snow sticking in my hair and freezing the collar of my coat, cursing Cal to hell with every step my boots made into the ankle-deep slush on the sidewalk.

Pushing open the big wooden door into the café, the warm rush of air hit me like opening the door of an oven. My fingers and toes burned as they adjusted to the climate inside; I shrugged off my jacket and surveyed the room. Surprisingly, a sizable crowd of people had gathered, huddled around each other to keep warm; Vera was weaving around groups, passing out steaming mugs of coffee and tea. Dex was setting his drums up on the stage and he waved when he saw me. “Check this crowd out!” he cried.

“Why so many people today?” I wondered as I took my guitar out of its case, propped it on my knee to tune.

“Maybe they came in to escape the storm?” Dex theorized. “I don’t really care why they’re here though. As long as we can keep ‘em here I’ll be happy.”

When Cal came in, a flurry of snow following him through the door, he grinned at the number of people that had collected in the café. “Now this is what I’m talking about,” he said. “We’re a fixture, I told you! They know we’ll be here every week, they’re catching on.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” I asked Dex, and he shrugged.

Emmy arrived last, shaking her hair to rid it of snow. She swept her red waves up into a loose bun and dropped her coat beside the stage. “Full house!” she announced excitedly. She was right – a few more people had come into the café when she had, and now the place was nearly at capacity.

“It’s because we’re a fixture now,” I told her, and she snorted.

We had an almost completely new setlist this week; Emmy had written a bunch of new songs over the last few weeks, and we’d come up with great arrangements. The songs were slightly angsty but fun and poppy, incorporating copious amounts of fiddle solos from Em and drum fills from Dex. Our last song was full of clapping and a cappella bits, and we had the audience clapping along and singing once they’d learned the hook.

I shouldn’t be here; it isn’t healthy. My heart’s out of tune, and now I’m singing off-key.

As the last of the applause died down and the crowd began to mill about, I felt full and warm, like I’d just drank a mug of cocoa. We all began to pack up, clicking our cases closed, laughing as we went, breathless and exhilarated. A good show went straight to your head like a strong drink.

As the guys mingled with the audience (trying oh-so-subtly to get out of helping take down), I picked up the mic and some pickup cables, and Emmy grabbed an amp, and together we ventured up the Stairs of Death. I followed close behind her, spotting her in case she tipped backward and the amp threatened to crush her. At the second floor landing, I pushed open the door of the storage room, and we dropped our equipment inside, the room hazy and dusty and dim.

The heavy old door slammed closed behind me, making us both jump.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon outside, casting Emmy in shades of muted grey. She pushed her bangs out of her face and laughed shortly. “Jesus,” she muttered. “Scare the shit outta me, would ya?”

I didn’t say anything back; my words weren’t quite reaching my throat.

Emmy looked at me, her mouth slightly open; the room was so quiet I could hear her breathing. I was suddenly extremely conscious of how close we were standing, by accident, simply by virtue of how we’d stumbled into the room; the cold air from the windows, slightly open, chilled against my skin, but I felt overwhelmingly hot.

My breathing stopped.

Then Emmy was kissing me, her hands gentle and pulling at the arms of my sweater, her lips warm and way softer than I would have guessed. I stood unmoving for a second, paralyzed by the surprise.

But then, without deciding anything, without thinking, I kissed her back. I pressed up into her, my hands weaving around her neck. Her hands wound around my waist to press against the small of my back and I curved into her, my fingers running through the downy curls at the nape of her neck. Her hands snuck under the back of my sweater, and her fingers were so cold against my overheated skin that I gasped.

I pulled away, my forehead resting against hers, my breathing fast and shallow. I had never been this near to Emmy before, and standing so close I could see her light red lashes, the sprinkle of freckles across her eyelids, over her nose. Her hands still rested on my waist; by now, the temperature of her skin had warmed up to match mine.

The lack of thinking caught up with me then, and I was suddenly overwhelmed. I broke away from her hold completely, stepping back, her hands hanging there for a moment in the place where I had been before she shoved them in her pockets.

“Em…” I started but couldn’t finish. I looked down at my hands; they were shaking.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her gaze fixed on the scuffed wooden floor underneath us.

“I’ve got to go,” I said, walking backwards till I got to the door. I pulled it open and ran down the stairs, barely pausing to throw on my jacket and grab my guitar before bursting out of the café into the snow. I tipped my head up, drinking in the cold air like it was water.

I left my coat unbuttoned as I walked home, craving the coolness of the wind. But by the time I got back to the apartment, I was shivering, and I couldn’t stop. I stripped out of my wet clothes and wrapped a bathrobe around me, and then I sat on the floor of my bedroom and rested my head in my arms and cried.

//

I decided that all I wanted to do with my weekend was hibernate. So I hoarded all the comfort food we had in the apartment (Oreos, cheese, half a jar of Nutella), found an old sweatshirt of Jamie’s that I only wore when I knew I wasn’t going to encounter other humans, and burrowed into a mound of pillows on my bed, trying to lose myself in studying for my physiology midterm. When that didn’t work, I switched to Netflix.

Partway through Saturday, Andy poked her head into my room. Before she could ask, I told her I was sick, and she left me alone.

After receiving the tenth text from Em asking if I was alive, I told her that I was, but that I was in hibernation mode. I thought she’d gotten the memo, but a few minutes later my phone rang.

“Hey, you,” Emmy said as I answered, rising into an upright position.

“Hey.”

“Okay, I’m going to predict where you are right now.”

“Go for it.”

“You’re on your couch, wearing those ratty grey sweatpants, eating Nutella off a spoon and watching an old black and white movie.”

I looked down and pick at a hole in my sweats. “Well, you’re right about the pants.”

“And about the Nutella?”

“Well…yeah. It’s done now though.” I glanced at the empty jar on my bedside table and sighed deeply. “I’m in my bed though, and I’m watching Orange Is the New Black, so you’re wrong there.”

“Ooh, I love that show. Which season are you on?”

“The first. I just started. There are, like, a shitload of lesbians in this show.”

“I know right? My kin,” Em said in a creepy Gollum voice, and I laughed.

She laughed too, but then the line went silent. I lay back down and sighed again.

“So how’re you doing?”

“Not great,” I admitted.

“Do you want to talk about –”

“Nope.”

“Jules, I think –”

“Nope.”

“Okay, okay. We’ll wait. You know we’ll have to talk about it sometime though, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” I’d spent all day trying not to think about it, but it kept creeping into my head uninvited, making my stomach flutter. “I’ve just got to…figure some shit out first.”

“For sure. I know what that’s like.” Emmy’s voice held so much understanding that I was tempted to just tip over like a full glass of water and spill everything to her, but at this point I wasn’t sure what would come out.

My room was darker now; the sun had set. I got up and wandered into the living room, flicking on a lamp and the TV and checking what was on that night. “Hey, Emmy?”

“Yeah?”

“Andy’s out with Dex tonight, and I feel like I should probably get in some human interaction before the day ends…do you want to come over and, like, watch a movie or something? Indiana Jones is going to be on at nine.”

“So you want to just watch Indy –”

“And not talk about anything. Yes.”

“I could do that. Do you want me to bring anything? I have some chips here…” I could hear her rustling around her cupboard. “Ooh, peppermint patties!”

“Yes and yes,” I giggled.

“Okay, I’ll be over in five,” she said, and I settled into the couch, my ear hot where my phone had been pressed against it.

Em showed up just before Indy started, a bag of Ruffles and a package of candy in tow. She sat on the old floral couch beside me, leaned against the back of it and turned her head to look at me. I looked back at her, and her face softened. “You okay?” she asked.

“It’s been quite a month,” I said in reply.

She ripped open the bag of chips. “I know. I’m sorry. But it’ll get easier,” she said, tipping the bag toward me, and something in her voice assured me that it would. “Here. Eat.”

It was nice, and it was easy, sitting with Em and watching Raiders of the Lost Ark; we didn’t talk much, but having her there made me feel better. Neither of us mentioned what had happened the previous night, and for the most part I was doing a damn good job of forgetting the fact that twenty-four hours ago her lips were pressed against mine and now we were sitting with barely an inch between our legs. Sometimes though, we’d laugh at something in the movie and she’d turned to face me, her eyes dancing, and I couldn’t help the warmth spreading through me like rich red wine.

[inanismortem]

1, 13, 17, 25, 28, 43, 44, 48, 49, 50 !! Yeesh That's A Lot but. gotta know

HAHAHA UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE SUPER LONG (SORRY I RAMBLED)

1. Your first OC ever?

Phoenix Hathaway.

Before he was human, didn’t have a last name and was most definitely not immortal. He was also around sixteen? 

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

How about all of them Dark, Geraldine, Ashton, Lana and River, Locien, Mirima would be my main sources of trouble but I mean, at one point, everyone causes chaos. Oh yeah, and @fairyfairypie‘s favourite and my main antagonist, Kade.

17. Any OC OTPs?

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY I HAVE

Rivnix which is River + Phoenix (they’re my most complicated and headache inducing otp because HOW DO I WRITE YOU TWO. H. O. W.) also, angel + fairy

Lirima which is Locien + Mirima aka my comedy otp. Very easy to write, very hard to take seriously at times

Drewlancey which is Drew and Delancey which is my uhhhh… Well they heal each other? They’re not a soft fluffy otp but they’re not angsty

Arphellason which is Arphenion and Arbellason aka my two very closed off individuals who fake dated for a bit and then got married but have been in love since… forever

Hayabusa + Kimberly my dumb and dumber otp and one of my oldest otps and one I need to revise

Lana + Nora which is my weird vampire and warlock pairing, they’re the ones who don’t take shit in any way but they strangely fit together

Mist + Nicholas which is a interracial pairing in which they balance each other out and act like best friends but wow the arguments are to die for

Kyle + Natalie, I don’t know what possessed me to put them together, ultimate meme couple, ultimate pranksters

Dark + Alaska which is my contribution to the enemies/rivals to friends to lovers trope but they’re very fun to write

Ashton + Andre + a couple others, it’s a polyamory relationship, with both females and males and it’s something I’ll start working out eventually

Kazamir + Zach my slightly kinky otp I’ll leave it there and go to my corner of shame

Emilia and Zane who are seriously more of a brotp but they’re cute, I don’t think they play a huge part in a lot of things

Roxanna + Cameron which is an otp who has super good chemistry but doesn’t work out in the end due to internal and external conflict and my dose of ‘the world is not perfect’ in my original works

Geraldine + Wren, one of the later otps but a hunter + fairy and another w|w otp I have

Quinn + Cyrus, a side otp but an otp regardless, sorta of funny 

Kiera + Sebastian, another side otp but Kiera is the sensible and she routinely tears Sebastian a new pair because he’s not the nicest person

Briar + Finn, one I’m working on but warlock + shapeshifter, one is just running a coffee shop and the other is a doctor who has a rotten personality

I mean, I probably have more but these are all I can remember off the top of my head hahaha rip me this is never gonna be finished.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Ehhhh, Roxanna, Geraldine and Leah are basically me split into three and then further developed but Geraldine would be the one that is closest to me atm because Leah would be 5-8 year old me, Roxanna would be 9-13 year old me and Geraldine would be current me. 

Leah is into fashion, being pretty, being popular and having friends while not really caring about others and such as well as thinking LGTBQ was unnatural and not good and that was my mindset as a kid.

Roxanna prefers to isolate herself away from anyone if she can, reads all the time and tries not to argue even she is right and everyone else was wrong and she’s just not happy, actually a little shameful of who she is which was me in that age phase. 

Geraldine still likes to read and but doesn’t have that much time, draws and writes for fun, rebels against people she thinks are incorrect and is more confident and accepting of who she is. 

All my characters have little pieces of me but these three are special to me even though I kill one lmao

28. Your most dangerous OC? 

It would be a tie between Drew Ng and Kazamir Volkov because neither will go down easily and they’re very driven individuals who seem nice, Drew more than Kazamir but they could quite literally decide who wins a battle by taking a side. 

Drew also has this demeanour that makes you feel safe but he’s capable to committing mass murder, get away with it and then destroy your life to the point you don’t really even am sure about anything anymore and the one upside is that people anchor him nowadays so he’s not as bad as he could be.

Kazamir is half demon so he has unnatural forces behind him, can basically do whatever he wants can intimidate just about anyone into doing something beneficial to him but detrimental to others and he’s not one to specifically care that much.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I love making ocs that have suffered, will suffer and are suffering. Also, their backstories usually contain something that could destroy their current lives and everything that they value.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

They’re complicated. Not copy and paste, not easy to figure out, not easy to know inside out, I don’t even think I know some of my ocs inside out yet and although some of them are similar in some aspects, they’re all different (and diverse I hope)

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Say hello to Dark who spends half his time on the web because he’s basically so good at his job he has to wait for others to catch up to him. Also why not he’s half human it’s in his blood.

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

WHAT TO TALK ABOUT???

Hm, I guess we could go through how my characters transitioned and how developed they are?

Team Kastor, the fairies and the elves have been developed the most, little details that need to worked out here and there but they’re pretty much ready to be written.

The angels, the werewolves among some others are super undeveloped save for River because I really haven’t given them much thought yet and they’ve remained unchanged since I left them in grade eight or seven.

CHARACTER TRANSITIONS.

Literally all of them were white at one point and I guess that was why I was always super annoyed with my stories so I started changing them after grade eight but serious changes were not cemented until end of 2016.

Phoenix has not changed that much compared to others, really just changes to his powers, a little change to his appearance

Mist went from Misty to Mist, straight to bisexual, white to half African American and I gave her more development as well as a more prominent role in the stories and she’s fiercer

Dark hasn’t changed that much either other than the fact he’s half Brazilian and wear glasses now, his appearance has changed a lot but not his attitude. Guess he was always a little shit

Cam used to be Lily, cis to genderfluid, still a medic I guess but more skilled and less battle orientated, half polynesian.

Leah used to be the youngest out of the three, but I guess her attitude hasn’t changed that much either and she’s still straight.

Geraldine went from antagonist to one of the protagonists, straight to lesbian, nicely dressed to rebel and punk like appearance but has a good heart.

Roxanna is not different in terms of appearance and personality, she’s the most unchanged out of them all but she’s non binary, asexual and pansexual so she’s changed in that aspect.

River is just generally more sassy, more dangerous, and pansexual but he was gay beforehand. Also, he’s more of an outcast now I guess and doesn’t fit in with the others.

Team Kastor and the elves are fairly new so they haven’t changed drastically.

Thank you for the ask!

I love rambling about them although I may never finish writing about them

[fourteenacross]

so, like, i know youre a busy person, but if you get time, could you write martha manning meeting the squad and maybe molly??? -Myah

At some vague point in the future, the gang is going to a conference in the UK where they’ll meet Martha and her girlfriend (and John’s ex and his fiancée), but that’s not for awhile yet.

In the meantime, here’s some other stuff.

*

“Look,” the boy on the other end of the phone says, “I wasn’t saying that was gonna keep me from doing it, just pointing out a fact.”

Martha bites back a smile. “Alex?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, hi,” he says. “Martha. Mattie. Can I call you Mattie? John always calls you Mattie. Or–John calls you Mattie when he’s not thinking about it. When he’s consciously starting a story about you he always goes, ‘My friend Martha,’ like this is the first time he’s mentioning you. Or–I guess also he’s making sure I’m not mixing you up with his sister? But. Anyway. Hi?”

“I really thought he was exaggerating how fast you talk,” she says. “It’s almost all he’s said about you, really. Normally I can’t get him to stop talking about his men, but he’s coy about you.” She stretches out on the settee--she can hear Jo banging around in the kitchen, impatient to go out and meet the rest of their friends.

Across the ocean, John’s Alexander is quiet for a moment. She’s rather sure this is an uncommon occurrence. “Really?”

“That’s how I knew how much he liked you,” she says. “He answered all of five questions before changing the subject to badger me about my love life. All I got is a picture and the fact that you’re loud and obnoxious and passionate and mean in all the same ways he is, but also very sweet.” 

“’Sweet?’”

“And he got all flushed and stammer-y when he said it. Believe me, I’ve comforted John through quite the parade of terrible boyfriends. He likes you.”

“I know,” Alex says. She can hear the smile in his voice, the tremor of happiness. “I love him a lot. Like...a lot. Like....”

“A lot?” she suggests.

He snorts. “That’s proof, okay? That’s solid proof of how much I love him: he’s literally the only thing in the fucking world that can leave me speechless. I wrote a fucking essay about the hurricane that destroyed the town I grew up in, I filled an angsty tween journal with my pain when my mom died, every new exciting discovery in my field gets thousands of words of dissection, but then this stupid, beautiful asshole steps in front of me and--bam! All I can do is stare and babble and make like...vague hand gestures.”

Martha knows from stammering and vague hand gestures. She glances, unconsciously, at the kitchen again. Jo is standing on a chair to rifle through a high cabinet, scowling with determination. Martha’s heart aches.

“So,” she says, pushing through her own troubles. “Tell me about you! Like I said, Johnny was vague and secretive.” He’s told her a little more than she’s letting on, but those conversations feel more private, for some reason. mattie i’m so fucking scared of how much i love him ive only known him for like a month and a half i think Im gonna throw up.

“Uh, I’m twenty-one. I’m in the same program as John. I’m an immigrant from a tiny island in the Caribbean that you’ve probably never heard of. You’ve seen pictures, so you know what I look like. I’m pretty smart. I think John has shitty taste in beer and I don’t know how he can stand to put those dumb sci-fi movies on when he’s working. Um, my favorite color is green?”

“Favorite novel?” she asks.

“Uh, To Kill a Mockingbird. Or maybe White Teeth? Or Oscar Wao? This is a hard question. Uh, John gave me The Doomsday Book, but I haven’t read it yet. He also gave me Guards! Guards! and told me if I don’t at least appreciate it, he has to break up with me, so I’ve been putting it off, to be honest.”

“Ugh, of course John wants you to start with Guards, he’s obsessed with Vimes. Ignore him, if you’ve never read any Pratchett, start with Equal Rites.”

“No, tell him to start with The Amazing Maurice!” Jo yells from the kitchen. “I mean--I’m not eavesdropping!”

“I barely followed any of that,” Alex says. “Is there someone else there?”

“Yeah,” Martha says, “my friend Jo is waiting for me to finish up so we can go meet some people. But she’s fine waiting until I’m done with you.”

“To a point!” Jo shouts, but she’s found whatever it was she was looking for in the top cabinet and seems distracted again.

“Anyway,” Martha continues, “favorite film?”

“I don’t know if I have one? I didn’t go to the movies a lot as a kid. Maybe...um--I feel like this is a test.”

“It is, to a certain degree,” Martha says. “Okay, we’ll let you pass on that one. Are you a big partier?”

“I like people, I like socializing. I don’t know that I like partying. We go out to the bar on Fridays and have a pretty good time. Sometimes we go dancing. As long as it doesn’t interfere with my work--I’m kind of a workaholic, but, you know. I make time for my friends. I make time for John. You know we’re already dating, right? And like...living together. And while I understand you’re close, I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna dump me if I don’t pass your test. Not that I wouldn’t get lost of he did dump me. I mean, unless he was doing one of those dumb self-sacrificing things he does when he’s depressed.”

And there’s the heart of it. He’s clearly seen what John can be like when he’s down and he’s still here and he’s pledging to stay through those times. That’s all Martha can really ask for. She’s an ocean away, he’s pushed away his family, and he’s all alone somewhere new. She needs to know there’s someone on his side. She needs to know that someone is taking care of him when he’s too bloody stubborn to take care of himself.

“Well, it’s fine because you’ve passed,” she tells him. “Your prize is taking care of Johnny when he’s being a pill.”

“That’s kind of a lousy prize, seeing as how I’m already doing it. But I also get him when he’s brilliant and excited, so I guess it evens out.”

“Brilliant,” Martha repeats. Her smile is downright giddy as she thinks back to all of the idiots John’s dated for the past five years.

“So brilliant,” Alex says. “And just--passionate. Brilliant and passionate and thoughtful and dedicated and...and...just...fucking radiant. He’s just--this is what I was saying, this is what I was telling you, I don’t have words, okay?”

“Okay,” Martha says, still smiling. “Well, it’s been lovely chatting with you, Alex, but I think my friend is going to disassemble my kitchen if we don’t leave for the pub soon.”

“Yeah, John should be done soon, I can hear him bitching at the doctor from here. Just one last thing--’Johnny?’”

“Did he tell you he covered for me when we were fifteen and pretended to be my boyfriend for a family visit?”

“No...”

Jo is tapping her foot impatiently by the door. They’re not even late yet, but that’s Jo--insufferable when she’s bored. Martha would strangle her if she wasn’t so pathetically smitten.

“Very quickly, then--my mother and grandmother were trying to set me up with an eligible boy back home. This was before I had even really admitted to myself that I was gay. So, while I was on the phone with them, panicked, John told me to tell them I already had a boyfriend, which I did, and then when they asked who it was and I panicked more, bless him, he pointed at himself and I told them it was him. Then, of course, when they came to visit for a family week a month or two later, we had to actually pretend to be together. Johnny was out to everyone, so there was a lot of bribery going on that week to keep other students quiet, and he was so very awkward, so everything was over the top.” Alex laughs and so does Jo, who’s leaning forward against the side of the couch to listen, now. “I called him ‘Johnny’ in this treacly voice and even after my parents went back to London, it stuck. It was a lifesaver, really--he even fell on his sword and kissed me a few times, which is what really confirmed my lesbianism. You don’t have a boy like that kissing you and feel vaguely disgusted if you’re even the least bit heterosexual.”

Alex laughs again. “Don’t I know it.”

“So, very long story short, he hated Johnny and declared that only ex-girlfriends get to call him that when Francis and some of our other friends started picking it up, which limits its usage to me.”

“Good to know,” Alex says. Then, “Hey, baby, you good to go?”

“I’ve got a script to fill, but fuck that, the ER visit’s gonna cost me enough as it is.” That’s John, unmistakably, and Martha misses him terribly all at once. 

“Don’t be an asshole.”

“It’s just pain stuff. It’s basically extra strength Advil, I’ll be fine without it.”

“Yeah, whatever, don’t think I’m not gonna call Mrs. W and get her opinion, because--”

“--are you on my phone?”

“Um.”

And then grunts and grappling and muttered curses and then, panicked, “Shit, Mattie?! How long have you been talking to him? What have you told him about me? What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, darling, Jo and I are late for drinks,” Martha says, grinning. “We can make up our FaceTime date tomorrow, yeah?”

“Mattie, I swear to fucking god--”

“I love you, Johnny!”

He’s still cursing when she hangs up. Jo’s staring at her, one-eyebrow raised, which gives her one last pang of missing John, who shares that genetic quirk.

“Does he get to give your girlfriends the same interrogation?” Jo asks.

“Well, I’ve not dated anyone seriously enough to find out, yet,” Martha says, grabbing her bag and shoving her mobile into the middle pocket. 

“I’m sure you will soon,” Jo says, squeezing her arm and leading the way out of the flat and down to the street.

“I’m sure I will,” Martha mutters glumly, watching Jo leave for one long, miserable second before she grabs her coat and follows.

[marvels-writings]

Hey! Are you willing to write a Carol x R involving a best friend who was separated from other best friend for whatever reason (maybe a childhood crush and homophobic parents? idk) and then both grew up and ran into each other, reconnected/fell in love for real? possible plot twist, with R being on the Avengers, but disappearing during snap, and Carol doesn't find out its R until during or after the final battle? please make it angsty w/fluff

Lost Crushes (1)

A/N: Okay the request confused me a little, Carol knows its R the second they introduce. This is gonna be a long series tho. (m/n means mother name. f/n means father name). And for the record, I DO NOT SUPPORT HOMOPHOBIA OR DISCRIMINATION OF ANY FORM

Warnings: Homophobic scene (kinda in detail, sorry)

You tiredly made your way from your bed to the kitchen of the compound, completely exhausted from the mission and your current lack of sleep. Currently, you couldn’t stop having dreams, almost nightmares about your best friend, Carol Danvers. 

Usually girls got their first crush while watching TV and thinking ‘wow that guy/girl is hot’. You on the other hand, had gotten your first crush while watching Carol race when the two of you were 8. She got hurt, but didn’t really care to be honest. She was pretty, willing to stand up for herself, and nice. 

You groaned and chugged a glass of water, you hadn’t seen her in years, the two of you had gone separate ways, thanks to your parents…

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“No y/n, this is not normal.” M/n yelled angrily, her fist slamming on the table causing you to flinch. 

Little 5 year old you swirled your fork in your spaghetti and meatballs. With expired sauce. 

“But we just kissed,” You replied earnestly, causing both of your parents to groan and sit down on either side of you. “It’s not that big a deal.”“IT IS A BIG DEAL!” F/n shouted, banging his fist on the table, you looked up at him in fear and shocked. He lowered his voice slightly. “You can’t just, KISS A GIRL! You’re spoiling our reputation!”

“We are NOT going to be dealing with a lesbian when we move to New York,” M/n said and got up, you were shocked as you looked up at her. “Are we sweetie?” She asked, almost threatening as she started emptied the dishwasher. 

“We’re moving to New York?” You asked, your fork dropped, your dad sighed. Not a tired sigh, an angry frustrated sigh. 

“Thanks to you.” He muttered and got up to comfort his wife. 

The next day you went to Carol’s house to find her parents wouldn’t let you in. Her brother came to the door and apologized but sent her away. But one thing you remember distinctly is hearing faint sobbing from Carol’s room. 

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It’s a memory you definitely wanted to forget. You had moved away, well kind of got kicked out by your parents for your sexuality the second you were able to support yourself. The first thing you did, attend a LGBTQ+ pride parade, then sent them a flag by mail. 

It was fun after you moved out, you got a job in SHIELD after working in a coffee shop for sometime. You got the job through Fury when he’d come to the cafe. After watching you kick the ass of two homophobic assholes, he decided you should come to SHIELD with him. 

One thing led to another, and you, Coulson and Fury were working for SHIELD and on the case of a mysterious blonde breaking into Blockbuster. You sat it out, deciding to collect data instead of getting with everything. 

Turned out, the blonde was trying to warn everyone about some alien race invading the planet. Once Fury saw it, he tried to pursue the blonde, who’s name he said was Vers. weird name. He paged the entire team to come help him with the alien, you had to go of course. 

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You saw Fury running away with someone and took a deep sigh, deciding to go with them and sending Coulson back. You weren’t supposed to be on the mission anyway so no one would notice you were gone, plus they needed help. 

“Carol?” You asked, dazed as you stepped back from the crates the three of you were hiding behind. 

You had seen the pictures in Maria’s home of her. You had been close friends with Maria before you had to move to NYC, but you found her number in an old phonebook and kept contact with her, visiting when you could. 

It always pissed you off how you’d found the phonebook and visited after Carol’s plane had crash landed. 

“Who?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed under the SHIELD hat. She looked different, the NIN white t-shirt and black jeans made her look, well, like she was still the same. The same from the pictures, the same from the stories. 

“I’m Vers,” She introduced, then turned her attention back to the situation. You were stunned, after everyone got onto the plane, Fury explained everything he could to you. 

5 years ago the plane had crashed, 5 years ago Carol had left, now Carol was back. 

Maria was gonna have a heart attack. 

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“Y/n?” Maria questioned, ducking out of her large camp behind the house. Monica ran out of the plane she was fixing and quickly ran over to hug you. 

“Auntie y/n!!” She exclaimed, running over to you and hugging you, you signalled Carol and Fury to stay in the plane until you could explain a few things to Maria. 

“What the hell are you doing in that?” Maria demanded, hands on her hips. She seemed more worried than aggressive. 

“Um, long story, but you remember Carol right?” You asked, Monica nodded against you, pulling away slightly with one arm still around you. Maria nodded grimly. “So-”

“Auntie Carol?” Monica questioned, then quickly removing herself from you and running over to Carol and hugging her. “See I told you she wasn’t dead!” Monica looked up at Carol to see no recognition. 

“I’m not who you think I am.” Carol confessed hesitantly as Monica pulled away. 

“Come, come inside, all of you.” Maria said quietly, heading inside. You followed right next to her, putting on arm on her shoulder and trying to explain the best you could. 

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After everything was explained, the three of you sat, chatting while Fury and Monica went to get Carol’s things. 

“This is some crazy shit.” You joked, leaning back in the seat. Carol’s eyes quickly scanned over you before smiling. Maria sent a weird look her way before nodding. 

“Mind your language.” Maria reminded, nodding her head towards where Monica was excitedly running in. You raised your hands in defeat, causing them to chuckle as they bantered over what happened the day she disappeared. 

You couldn’t help but watch Carol, she was just so, so pretty. She flicked some hair out of her eyes once in a while, attracting your attention to her eyes. They were a beautiful mixture of green and hazel with gold specks in between. 

“Auntie Carol we found your things!” Monica yelled from the other room, breaking you from your trance. Maria saw how the two of you kept staring at each other and smirked, you knew that smirk but spoke before she could. 

“Let’s go, maybe you’ll remember something.” You stated, quickly. Carol looked up at you and Maria in confusion. You rolled your eyes and grabbed her wrist, pulling her over to the table. 

“This is gonna be a long day.” Maria joked as the three of you approached the table. 

Yeah, yeah it was. 

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A/N: This is gonna be a really long story cause I wanted a perfect backstory. So, stay tuned, ew im never saying that again. Feedback is amazing, thanks!

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