#but also happy

[nuppu-nuppu]

:)

[the-uninformed-zennial]

Okay so I listened to “It’s Time” (the Icarus inspired song from my first Fable album), and I’m actually really surprised with how well it lines up with Icarus’ arc throughout the entire series, but especially their finale.

Like the running lyric of “I don’t want to face my responsibility” or even it’s counterpart, “I don’t wanna face all of reality”, is just like- huh?? What?? Why does that actually fit so perfectly with the end of season 3 and the whole Icarus having to take up the mantle of Quixis thing??

And then, and then the whole “but it’s time” thing in the chorus. Like, I just imagined Icarus singing that to Rae at the end and I just cried a little.

Anyway Sherbert’s character design for Icarus was really cool and I have no idea how the song I wrote a year prior predicted the future, but um yeah. Yay! I think?

[their-we-go]

you know growing up gay and trans and weird and then one day, suddenly, being grown and being good and being happy more days than not and actually liking the way you look at least most of the time is. strange. and it’s good.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Sister, Sister: After the End

When Eliza invites the entire family to Midvale over Easter weekend, none of them offer a single squeak of protest. It's been a long few weeks of working on their own endeavors, with only infrequent, hectic teamups between them.

It's nice, Lena decides after dinner the first night. The warmth, the easy familiarity that sinks in as though it never left. But even so, she's grateful for a spare moment to snag a blanket and go out to the dunes, where waves crash steadily against the quiet of darkness.

She spreads the blanket out and lays back, folding her hands over her ribcage. Her magic fills her these days, and she can feel the power of the ocean tugging at her, as though inviting her to join its current. She can also feel the shifting energy of the sand beneath the blanket, and the sway of the reeds that obscure her from the view of the house.

She's not too difficult to find though, as footsteps whisper through the sand towards her. Lena closes her eyes, biting the smidge of irritation that creeps up on her unexpectedly.

"I'm fine," she issues pre-emptively. Kara settles down on the blanket next to her.

"Didn't think you weren't."

Lena's eyes snap open as her head whips towards Nia's voice. Not Kara.

She huffs a laugh. "Sorry," she offers readily. "Thought you were someone else."

"Mhmm," Nia returns. "Considering she's the only one able to get hold of you these days."

Lena grimaces. "I know, I'm sorry--"

"Me too," Nia assures her of no hard feelings. "I could have done more to make it happen. It's just been..."

"Busy."

"Yeah. It's a little crazy to think about, you know? I'm doing more as Dreamer for the foundation than I am as a crime fighter or whatever. And you're back to being on top--"

Lena scoffs a laugh that turns into a giggle as she turns her head to look at Nia. It takes a moment to click.

"Oh--! Lena! You know that's not what I meant!"

The light smack to Lena's ribcage only earns a throatier laugh. Nia joins in with a giggle of her own, and they laugh for a long moment before calming.

"I know what you mean," Lena concedes after a heavy sigh, returning to the moment. "The foundation is everything I hoped it would be, but--"

"It's different." Nia turns her head, and Lena echoes the movement to meet her gaze.

She nods. "Yeah. As much as I don't miss the entire world being in peril..."

"You miss how it was." Nia's voice is quiet. "Even if it's better now."

"Yeah."

They stare up at the stars for a long quiet moment. The sky is clear tonight, and the Milky Way spreads out before them in a wide, untouchable ribbon. A wave of nostalgia overwhelms Lena, and not just for the good old days. Sudden tears burn at her eyes.

"I miss my mom," she whispers.

Nia doesn't turn, but pats across Lena's hip until Lena reaches down to clasp the questing hand.

"Me too," Nia returns softly. Her next words curl with a gentle smile. "They'd be so proud of us though."

Lena chokes out a bit of a chuckle, which mostly sounds like she's being strangled. "Yeah." She squeezes Nia's hand. "She would have really liked you."

"Oh my gosh, are you kidding?!" Nia's voice lifts. "My mom would have gushed over you! Especially now with the whole earthy, witchy vibe you have going on these days. She'd love that."

Lena grins. "Could you imagine if they'd had the chance to meet?"

"Oh god." Nia covers her eyes with her free hand. "Inseparable. No embarassing childhood memory would be safe..."

Lena laughs, truly, as though she actually had memories with her mother to be embarassed by. In this fictional world they've created, she would.

"Hey." Lena catches Nia's gaze, and offers a wide smile. "I'm proud of you too."

Nia's lips pinch tight, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. All she can manage is a trembling nod, and a firm squeeze on Lena's fingers to reciprocate the sentiment.

Neither of them keeps track of how long they stay out there on the shallow dunes. They simply lay there, hands clasped, as the galaxy slowly swirls above them.

[dolcegbaby]

i just finally watched little women (i always procrastinate watching movies cuz so long) and might be a new fav movie...

idk why i add gifs to like every post

[shadowhandss60]

I saw your plea for fanfic ideas and immediately hit the ask button.

I beg of you please give us manorian and the thirteen but like happy. This fandom deprives me of happy thirteen content.

Tried for happy and cute while trying to remain true to the characters 🙂

(I liked this, now I wanna do more happy moments with Manorian and the Thirteen)

***

"Neat trick." Asterin said, lying back on her bedroll. She had an arm tucked behind her head as she stared at Dorian.

He was sitting upright, one arm propped on his bent knee while the other swirled in the air, passing various elements around the fire he had created before them.

"I think it would be more interesting were he to set something or someone on fire," Vesta called from the opposite side, staring a little too long at the king before her.

"Yeah, you.” Sorrel grumbled from her place to the left of Asterin, facedown on her bedroll.

A few of the thirteen laughed at that and Vesta flashed a vulgar gesture towards Sorrel, which the third could not see but returned all the same.

Dorian chuckled under his breath, eyes unfocused as he searched for something, or someone, beyond the circle.

Asterin had noted Manon and Dorian's inclination to save space beside one another when it came time for rest early on in their journey, though she never mentioned it to either of them.

He sent a flame careening around the group and Asterin tracked the glow in the rest of the thirteen’s eyes as they followed it.

The king’s gaze shifted back to the forest before his sapphire eyes landed on the fire again.

"How does it work?" Briar, of all people, called out beside Vesta.

She had been sitting crossed-legged with her arms folded, scowling at the king for darkness knew how long. It was a good sign, considering she usually outright glared at outsiders.

"I just will it." Dorian shrugged. "Sounds foolish when I say it, but it's really my only explanation. I tend to think of some of the elements as seasons at times; it helps me focus when I'm training."

The ball of ice circling the group began to grow until it burst into a whisp of fine flakes that scattered in the breeze, though none hit them.

Imogen raised her hand from her bedroll to try and caress them but said nothing, turning her head to face the king from her place beside Sorrel.

"Ice and snow for winter."

"Your personal favorite," Vesta noted gesturing with the blade she had begun sharpening.

Dorian shrugged. "Yes, you could say that."

A few others sat up, not awoken as none had been sleeping, all waiting for their Wingleader to return, but rather intrigued.

Asterin then heard a sound like a waterfall and looked up to see the dome surrounding the camp where water seemed to trickle down around them, reaching far enough to cover their group of wyverns.

"Water for spring." Dorian continued.

The rain began to stream heavier down the sides of the dome, then as he brought his hand down to stop the downpour, the fire before them roared.

The shield surrounding the camp seemed to thicken as if to keep the blazing light hidden from any watchful eyes.

"Fire for summer."

Asterin looked to him then, his eyes blazing gold when reflected in the firelight.

There was a pause as the flames ceased and Dorian must have been reaching out with his magic as both he, Asterin, and the rest of the thirteen turned their heads to the sound of approaching footsteps.

Manon Blackbeak made her way through the foliage, her hair near luminous in the moon and firelight. Asterin could hear Dorian swallow.

She fought the urge to roll her eyes as Manon's gaze met the king next to her.

"And for Autumn, princeling?" Her cousin's voice rang out as she made her way forward, her mask of annoyance unwavering, though Asterin knew her enough to note the curiosity brimming under the surface.

Asterin turned to Dorian and he kept his eyes focused on Manon, cocking his head slightly, and the wind around them began to roar.

The fire and those on their bedrolls remained untouched, but Asterin could hear the whistle in her ears as if she were soaring through the skies on the back of Narene.

She glanced back to Manon as she strode towards the fire and saw her cousin's hair a whipping mass around her face as she scowled.

Thea snorted and Vesta chuckled under her breath, catching a glare from Manon that had her quieting.

"Wind." The king smirked, resting back on his hands as he surveyed Manon, now standing above him in the space he had unconsciously left for her.

There was a smile playing on his lips that nearly made Asterin grin in return.

She was wary of him when they first met; they all were, but his respect for Manon was evident in how he spoke to her.

Though he challenged her, it was never in a way that made her second's hackles rise. If anything, she found it a grand source of entertainment.

Faline and Fallon had questioned as to why Manon had not killed him yet.

With the way he sometimes spoke so freely with her, it was a wonder he wasn't asking for it, but the demon-twins likely didn't mean it as a genuine question because they could all see the spark of lust and intrigue in Manon's gaze whenever he had a smartass remark or outright questioned her.

Like she wasn't a battle-forged weapon he should fear.

They had all seen him with the collar, seen the monsters that lay underneath the skin, wearing beautiful faces as masks to hide a thirst for violence that even repulsed them.

They knew that he had likely seen nightmares far worse than what surrounded him in this circle, so Asterin found it fitting that he would be the one to pique the Wing Leader's interest.

None had ever spoken to her like that, not even Asterin until recently; she couldn't help but smile at the softness Manon tried to hide when she saw the king.

It reminded her of that cabin, of her hunter, of a life she may not lead but one that Manon may yet experience.

Manon reached down and shoved Dorian's shoulder harder than was necessary as she tugged her bedroll from her shoulder.

"Very cute." She deadpanned.

Kaya grinned from across the fire beside Vesta, and Manon's head shot up as if she could sense it.

"Something funny?"

The witch's grin broadened, but she shook her head, the king speaking in her sted.

"Sarcasm suits you," Dorian said beside her. "Even with that delivery."

Manon stiffened, but she could see her cousin fighting a smile from her place beside her.

"Oh?" She continued to spread the stiff roll of leather. "And what delivery may that be, princeling."

It seemed as though everyone was sitting up now; they had all grown accustomed to the teasing and flirting amongst the two monarchs.

Asterin sometimes grew tired of it as Manon's cousin, but she couldn't deny that the sight of Manon frustrated, in more ways than one, wasn't entertaining.

"Like you'd like to kill me in my sleep tonight."

A few snickers rang around the fire, "Keep talking and I just might."

The king shrugged and laid down again, one arm bent behind his head. Manon sat, still facing the fire.

"I'd like to see you try."

Manon faced him then and though Asterin couldn't see her, she could feel the violence dripping from her posture, mixed with-

"Gross." Sorrel called out beside her.

Manon snapped her head towards her third. “What?" She hissed.

"Oh, you know what…I can't wait until you two can get some privacy and leave us out of this." Thea called.

A few of the other witches began chuckling, and even Asterin couldn't hide her snort of laughter.

Manon's eyes seemed to blaze as she stared down her cousin.

Asterin didn't try to hide her smile. "Don't blame me. You're the one that brought us this particular brand of entertainment."

There were full-on laughs around the fire now and it looked as though Manon was five seconds away from shoving someone into the flames.

"Entertainment, am I?" Dorian purred from the other side of Manon and she sucked in a sharp hiss of breath.

"Yes, and a glorified guard. That is all."

Dorian's eyes glimmered with mischief, but all he said was, "Hmmm." As he again faced the sky, twirled a small vortex of ice, and sent it around the fire.

Suddenly, a small thud from the opposite side of where their Wyverns were, brought them all bolt upright; Manon and the rest of the thirteen stood while Dorian crouched, hands flexed and looking as though they were dipped in ice.

They settled when they saw Abraxos staring from the other side of the shield Dorian had out, looking as annoyed as she had ever seen.

“You can leave but I have to open it to get back in.” Dorian grinned sheepishly towards the wyvern, as if he could understand such things. "Sorry."

Manon scoffed and walked towards her mount.

"You're insufferable." She called out as she strode towards him but her hand stroked his face affectionately, scratching at a scar behind his left eye that had him nearly kicking like a dog.

The beast opened his maw, and a heap of wet, saliva-covered, yellow flowers rolled off his tongue like some kind of offering and Manon jumped to the side.

"What-"

She was cut off by Thea and Kaya bursting into laughter, followed by Vesta and even the green-eyed demon twins.

If looks could kill, they would have all fallen prey to the glare thrown at them by her cousin.

Still, as Dorian, Sorrel, and Asterin joined in the fray of laughter, Manon's glare subsided into the slightest grin that had the rest of the witches grinning or continuing in their laughter.

A short grunt sounded from Abraxos and Manon turned to face him again as he closed his eyes and seemed to be nuzzled by an invisible force, his chin lifting as if Manon were still scratching at him though her hands were at her side.

They all turned to Dorian, where he now lay on his bedroll, eyes wholly trained on Manon as if 13 deadly witches did not surround him.

He merely smiled and she continued to stare back long enough that Vesta cleared her throat

"Darkness save us. Could you too not grope eachother in front of us."

Manon snarled at that, "No one was groping, watch it."

Vesta snorted and laid back again, settling with her feet stretching towards the fire, raising her hand and flicking it in the air.

"I don't know what he does with those weird ghost hands of his."

"No, but you'd like too-" Imogen sing-songed but was cut off with a grunt, likely from an elbow to the ribs.

Manon scowled, giving Abraxos one last pat on his snout before he sauntered back to nuzzle Asterin's mount, nudging a soaked flower towards her.

She smiles at the gesture and turned back to her cousin, noting the slight flush on her cheeks but deciding not to comment.

"Whoever isn't sleeping in the next 10 minutes is training the princeling tomorrow."

Edda spoke at that, "So, say I'm awake in eleven, I get to spar with him?"

Dorian groaned and rolled towards Manon, speaking in a loud whisper. “Gods help me, make it 30 minutes, please. She’ll be out in 20, and you won’t like me missing teeth.”

Asterin could hear the smile in Manon's voice but her tone was final for all.

"Sleep."

****

Asterin woke at dawn; the sounds around them were muted due to the shield Dorian could somehow keep as he slept though he had his magic reaching beyond, should someone approach.

She sat up on her bedroll, careful not to rouse the others.

Stretching, she smiled to herself as she saw Manon and the king facing each other, though Manon rarely slept on her side, their fingers nearly brushing as they seemed to reach towards each other like reflections in a mirror.

[starvingstarry]

Hey guys im back !!

My old account was starvingstarboy (which i deleted) I was getting uncomfortable with some of the people interacting with me, but decided that coming back was worth it. So. Im back :)

I will continue posting art and hungry rambles again, happy to be back.

[noseboopsanddandelionwishes]

I made enough last month to go to the grocery store tonight and buy anything, even if I am not down to my last on it yet. This is making me so happy. I've teared up multiple times and also just gotten really happy so many times today when I realized that. I don't have to decide so much really when I shop today!

I also feel bad bc I want to spread this feeling to everybody but I don't have resources enough to do *that* but I will do what I can (always)

[flowerboygeralt]

Seeing canonically queer pairings in mainstream media really fucks me up. It makes me realise everything I've been robbed of up until now. I see a mlm couple or wlw couple kissing, holding hands. Or god forbid somebody with they/them pronouns actually being respected. I see it and it makes me so fucking happy but with that happiness comes a deep, deep pain for everything that I've been missing. I wonder if, if there had been that representation when I was child, it wouldn't have taken me so long to realise I like women. Maybe I wouldn't have spent years assuring my queer friends I was straight. Maybe I wouldn't have spent half a decade hating myself every time I questioned my gender.

Seeing real rep on screen makes me realise all that time I spent forcefully shipping two men together wasn't a real queer pairing. It was me scraping the barrel for any kind of reflection of my kind of love. At the time it was everything but looking back I kind of hate it. Then came the small representation. The quick kiss at the end of the movie. The coming out only to be murdered a few minutes later. The homophobia that went hand in hand with queer characters, both on and off screen. It was real representation but I didn't feel the burst of happiness that my queer friends felt. Love, Simon came out around the same time that I did. It was good, and I was happy for all the kids who grew up with it but it was just a little too late for me and I resented that too. I think I gave up on true representation. Seeing ten headlines in two years about 'disneys first gay character' beat all the optimism out of me. I began to believe that there would never be any true queer representation, I think. As if my kind of love wasn't possible for the masses to enjoy. I didn't even realise this cynicism was creeping up on me until it had sunk in deeply. I love seeing queer couples on screen. It makes me weep, in the best way. And I know I'm lucky. I haven't had to wait until I'm in my sixties to see it. At twenty-two, I haven't missed that much. And god I'm so happy for the kids who get to grow up with it. But it also makes me ache for all the years I spent believing it wasn't possible.

Seeing canonically queer pairings in mainstream media really fucks me up. And I'm so glad they're finally here.

[lovebugdotcom]

Feels like every time a make a gush post about R.agatha I’m always saying stuff like “curling up at the foot of her bed” or “curling up in her lap”. Soon enough im gonna get to a point where I’m just posting a pic of her and captioning it “meow meow meow meow meow”.

[theicarusconstellation]

going into detail about and though i burn, how could i fall? with @ninety-two-bees 😈

[izayoichan]

Vy put a hand on top of his husbands. He knew that part was still there in Hayden, the one that hated being a burden to someone else. 

Vy: I think he really does love them. Hayden: He does.

Vy took a deep breath, about to say something when he noticed his son opening his eyes, not even seeing them as his first instinct was to check Arlo who was lying there almost motionless. Quickly Vy gently puts a hand on his shoulder and shushes him gently and whispers:

Vy: He's just asleep... Don't worry. How are you feeling, my little star?  Fannar: Mom? Dad? -he keeps his voice low- How… and I think I feel better, but I don’t understand, I don’t get sick? Vy: It’s the heartlight, I’ll explain when you feel a little better okay? Fannar: Okay… but how? Hayden: Arlo came to us, panicked and asked for our help. Flynn opened the portal and here we are. Fannar: Is Flynn here too? Vy: Yes, and your uncle River, we have all taken turns sitting with you and Arlo who has refused to leave your side. Fannar: Oh…

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[flintoaster]

How we feeling

[ultraweirdgirl13]

i know I'm late but

HEARTSTOPPER COMES OUT IN A WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!

ITS GONNA BE SO CUTE AND SO SAD AT THE SAME TIME

[idkanamewtf]

Rant cause i might be falling in love and it is terrifying.

I met her 2 months ago. And when we met, it didn't feel like we already knew each other. There were no fireworks, no intense gazing across a room. But there was this silent hum, deep in my body, that i couldn't identify. There were shy glances, frank ones, laughing ones. We were just two people who got along well, who could easily laugh together even though we had just met. I felt just a little bit different after, like i could understand why people kissed other people willingly. My orbit had tilted a little bit on its axis, but that was all i expected. After that first meeting, we didn't see each other in person for 2 months. We talked occasionally, every two weeks, kept saying we had to go see a movie, but we never did it. I was okay with that. I didn't feel like i missed her.

When we finally saw each other again last week, i finally understood what people mean when they talk about butterflies in your stomach. Mine are elephants. They stomp on my internal organs, leaving me no choice but to giggle stupidly everytime she says something, to look at her like she's the moon and i'm a tiny satellite in orbit. I feel like this could be the start of something really great, something warm and soft like the blanket i've had since i was a child. Something that isn't hardened on the edges, that hasn't been tainted by the cruelty of the world. It feels like this could be where i put down my heart, open and bleeding, vulnerable, at the mercy of her soft hands.

It's slow, and it's soft; we've only just started holding hands, and we haven't kissed yet. I haven't asked her if she wants to kiss me. Maybe next time. I want to. I hope she wants to, too.

I want to, and it's terrifying. It's exhilarating, fascinating, and wonderfully new. Whoever said falling in love felt like falling? It feels like i'm climbing up, up, farther away from the ground.

God, i hope she's there to meet me when i get there.

[stephantom]

I rewatched it because I’m insane and now I’m sad