#i said before that ace hates his father but i am going to correct myself and say that he doesnt. maybe mixed emotions bc he is the biggest

[hauntingblue]

Ace being jealous of the old pirate because luffy wants to spend time with him 😭

[hotpinkrathian]

Christmas Party

(Kyalin)

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Please..."

"Kya..."

"Lin it'll be fun." Kya promised.

"Games with the families are never fun. Do you want me to count how many times Su broke my nose playing pie in the face?"

"It wasn't that many."

"Four is a lot of times to break your nose, Kya."

"You got me there. But Lin, imagine, a big Christmas, on the island. Everyone is... happy,"

"Until we fight."

"And there's sweets at all hours of the day." Lin didn't look impressed.

"We can start drinking at 11."

"In the morning?" Kya nodded, causing Lin to raise an eyebrow.

"Go on," Lin said. Kya pursed her lips, placing a hand on Lin's waist, circling around the earth bender.

"And when everyone goes to bed, waiting for the morning, we go back to my room and celebrate like adults." Kya whispered the last line in Lin's ear, and Lin was blushing profoundly.

"Alright," Lin caved, "but I'm not babysitting for your brother." Kya stretched a hand out.

"Deal."

"Lin! Kya! So glad the two of you could make it!" Pema greeted. The temple was already buzzing with activity. Lin put her coat on the filled hanger next to the door observing the chaos behind Pema.

"Thank you for having us, Pema," Kya smiled, embracing her sister in law. Lin wasn't paying attention when she, too, was pulled into a hug. She raised an arm awkwardly around Pema, looking to Kya for help, instead just getting laughed at. When Pema pulled away, distracted by the sound of a clay pot crashing to floor, Kya sidled up to Lin.

"That was cute," Kya said.

"There wasn't even a warning. What did I do to deserve that?" Kya nudged her with an arm.

"You'll get used to it."

"Thats what scares me." Kya chuckled, walking over to Bumi who slammed a shot glass onto the table. Lin followed, impressed by Bumi's gusto, although, at this rate he'd be out by dinner.

"Bumi!" Kya called, "did you start without me?"

"Took to long, Kya, I'm already four ahead of you."

"That didn't help you last year, it certainly won't this year." Lin had vague memories of their sibling drinking contest. Tenzin only ever participated once, he lost so badly and was sick for a week after, he never did it again. Kya picked up a shot, lifting it to meet her brother's.

"To tradition!" She said.

"Tradition? To drinking!" Bumj corrected as they took the shot. Bumu turned to Bum-ju who squeaked behind him.

"See Lin," Kya started, "the secret to having a good pace, is waterbending." Kya explained, "manipulate a little alcohol out of the shot, replace it with water, and bam. Suddenly five shots feels like two."

"Thats cheating."

"We never set the rules, or if we did, we don't remember them. If he can find a way to manipulate his alcohol with airbending then he is free to so." Lin scoffed.

"Lets get something to drink, hmm?" Kya said, guiding them to the table in the living room the Avatar was dotting around.

"Beifong, Kya!" Korra said, raising her glass.

"Not too much of that," Lin said and Korra nodded.

"Absolutely Chief, I am relatively new to the world of alcohol I will absolutely pace myself." Lin side eyed her, as Kkrra grinned and shuffled over to Asami.

"Here," Kya said, passing Lin a drink.

"What is it?"

"Not sure, ran out of the first one so I mixed it with the next bottle." Lin looked at her skeptically, Kya just shrugged. Sje took a sip of the concoction, ignoring the bitter taste it left in her mouth. Kya must've seen it on her face, because she lifted an eyebrow, pressing a hand to Lin's jaw.

"Too bitter?" She asked.

"It's... fine, I guess. It'll do the job." Kya grinned, leaning close to Lin's ear.

"Later I'll do my job, and don't worry, what I have to offer is very sweet." Lin blushed as Kya took a nip at her ear, before swinging her long white ponytail in her face, and walking over to Pema. Lin watched her go, unsure of what she was supposed to do after that.

"Lin, its good to see you." A voice said from behind her. She turned to see Tenzin, standing there with a small grin to his lips. Lin nodded, extending her hand. He took it and they shook, Lin grinning.

"You too, airhead." He rubbed the back of his neck while he replied.

"Haven't heard that one in a while."

"I thought it was the perfect time to bring it back." He chuckled.

"So, how are things with you?" He asked. "I feel like we haven't talked much with all thats been going on with the refugee camps." Lin looked to Kya who met her eye, wasting no time in downing the shot in her hand, making sure to run her tongue all around the glass of the cup. Lin gulped returning her gaze to Tenzin, hoping her blush wasn't too noticeable.

"They've been good. I've been taking breaks." She said.

"Good, good. I'm glad, you deserve a break, Lin. Should you take it."

"Heh, you aren't getting rid of me that easy." He placed an arm on her shoulder,

"Of course not," he replied.

"Dinner is served!" Pema called out. Bolin and Korra tossed them selves over the sofa, racing for the first plate of the meal. Lin waited for everyone to settle before getting a plate of her own, sitting across from Kya at the large table that had been brought in by Asami to seat everyone.

"Should we say something?" Asami asked, before eating anything.

"Like what?" Korra asked, halting her fork full of meat inches from her mouth.

"I don't know. I guess I just..." the girl trailed off and Lin frowned. Of course, it was her first Christmas without her father.

Korra put her fork down, placing a hand on Asami's knee to comfort her.

"Go ahead," Korra said, "we'll wait." Everyone nodded, and Asami took a deep breath.

"Thank the spirits," Asami started, "for giving us the chance to have this season together. And for this great big family I inherited. I miss you dad," she finished. Everyone dipped their head. Asami cleared her throat, and with that, the feast began. It didn't take long for Lin to engage Senna in conversation, the Avatar's mother absolutely adored all of the Korra stories Lin had to share.

"She was arrested the first day she got here," Lin explained, "someone didn't get the memo that destroying things is against the law." Senna laughed, and Korra shrugged from down the table. Lin lifted her glass, she wasn't one for wine, but it fit the occasion. Before she could place it to her lips, however, she was kicked in the shin. She furrowed her brows, trying to look under the table. She landed her eyes on Kya, who sat across from her, staring intently at the metalbender. Kya but her bottom seductively, her leg brushing against Lin's under the table. Lin gave her a half-hearted warning look, and the waterbender winked.

   Lin volunteered for the game, solely to escape Kya's teasing for just a bit. The waterbender had been throwing her glances all night, and Lin wasn't sure how much more of it she could take before she pushed her against a bathroom wall and well... the rest is up to her imagination.

"Wait what do I have to do?" Korra asked for the third time.

"You... again! Just, drink the shots," Asami said, "I'll handle the rest." Lin watched as Bumi expertly poured three shots each,  before re taking his seat.

"Kya!" He called. Fabulous. "These count as part of the race." He declared.

"Seems like cheating to me," Kya said, placing a hand on her hip.

"Hey, a shot is a shot. Watch me of you feel so inclined." No please no-

"I will." Kya made an example of herself as she sat down, pulling her chair loudly to the table, right next to Lin. Lin didn't meet her eye, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. Kya's hand found its way to her thigh, her thin fingers sliding in between Lin's legs...

"Lets drink, shall we?" Lin said, downing her first one, starting the round. The game was simple, take a shot, flip through a deck of cards until you flipped an ace, first to three flipped aces, wins.

She began flipping her cards, well aware of Kya's hand gripping her thigh, her fingers hovering over the material of her pants.

"Go Bumi!" Kya cheered as her brother flipped his first ace. He downed his second just as Lin flipped her first ace. Korra was still flipping, her clumsy fingers getting a lot of help from Asami.

"Faster, Lin.' Kya said, almost mockingly. Lin gulped, feeling herself blush.

"Faster, Lin, Faster!" Lin ran a tongue over her lips. Focus.  She flipped her second ace, reaching for her final shot. She took it like it was the only thing keeping her alive. At that moment, Kya decided to really squeeze her thigh, and Lin spat the shot out in suprise. She covered her mouth with a hand and looked to Kya, who was evidently playing dumb.

"Too much for you, Chief?" Kya asked. "I know you hate those coconut ones."

"Done!" Bumi shouted, slamming his glass on the table and standing up in triumph.

"Sit down before you hurt yourself, Bum'" Kya said.

"Hah! This old man just beat Chief Beifong and the Avatat in a drinking game. I think you're lacking Kya." He smirked, gripping the edge of his coat. Kya's eyes narrowed, and Lin watched as the waterbender stood up, taking the can next to Asami. She held it horizontally in her hands, thinking it over, before cracking into it with her nails and drinking out of the torn aluminum. Lin watched, oddly turned on by the action. Kya kept her eyes on her brother who's jaw was agape. Kya threw the can on the floor wipednher mouth with her arm, also hot, and sat back down.

"Thats got to be... what, like three more shots? I think your lacking Bumi." Bumi crossed his arms, storming away. Korra looked thoroughly impressed as Kya's newfound talent, getting the healer to promise to teach her. When the kids left, the two of them were left at the table in silence. Lin cleared her throat, hoping Kya would say something.

"I must've impressed you, you have nothing to say." Kya grinned, taking the cards and returning them to their boxes.

"I didn't know you could chug like that." Kya scoffed, stacking the boxes of cards in the center of the pile.

"Yes you did," the waterbender finalized. Before Lin could say anything more, Pema interrupted, lifting a leaf over their heads.

"What are you doing?' Lin asked.

"Its a mistletoe, Lin." Pema explained. Lin looked to Pema in confusion.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" Lin asked, crossing her arms gruffly.

"Oh Lin, don't be so grumpy, you kiss whoever is under the mistletoe." Lin looked to Kya, who was undressing her with her eyes. This again?

"Alright, alright, fine." Lin leaned in for a quick kiss, taken aback when Kya gripped her face, holding her lips hostage under the mistletoe. Kya's tongue breached her mouth and Lin almost hummed at the soft groan Kya released. Kya pulled away, licking her lips modestly as the crowd cheered and whistled. Lin pressed her fingers to her lips. Pema looked mildly insulted she likely hadn't meant for the two of them to make out out under the mistletoe. To be fair, Lin hadn't expected it either. Lin looked down at the floor with a blush, while Kya sat there, smirking at the results of her handy work. Someone whistled, likely Bolin and Lin was urged to stand up. With a dip of her head she retreated to the washroom, closing the door behind her.

As she expected, it wasn't long before a soft knock rapped on the door. Lin opened it, stepping aside to let Kya though.

"Did I embaress you?" Kya asked, looking to Lin. Lin scoffed.

"Yeah, but I think I'll be fine." Kya's lips stretched into a grin. Lin pursed her lips, leaning against the sink when Kya pressed her chest against hers.

"Ready to get out of here?" The waterbender asked. Lin nodded,

"I've been ready the whole night." Kya laughed.

"I know you have." Kya took Lin by the hand, the two of them snuck passed those who remained at the party and up the narrow stairs of the Air temple, celebrating by themselves for the rest of the night.

[bobsie]

Happy birthday Asahi

Asahi's birthday special

Genre: fluff

Prince au

It's a rare thing to miss Asahi's birthday January first, the first day of the new year and on this day the celebrations are huge not mainly for the new years but because it's the prince's birthday.

The small country would be awake for a week throwing carnivals with different foods, games and there would be plays with toys or people, musicians would be performing music everywhere and sometimes random people would start dancing on the street, the decorations were all over the streets, the music was so loud and the children laughter was filling the air

It was very great

Asahi was never a big fan of him being the prince and having to carry the burden of all those people and the country on his shoulders but his birthday week was the only week that made him happy that he was the prince

Because of him people would forget about their problems for a day and enjoy their time with their families and children

Asahi has been always a very soft and caring person which his father hated because the crown needs someone to be so tough so you can make decisions without feeling bad or guilty which was the total opposite of Asahi

Asahi Azumane was known between people for his kind heart, his love for children, for his people and for his country

He was loved among most of the people and even if there were some who hated him for his too kind heart and saw him not capable of being the next king that didn't stop them from celebrating

Today was the big day Asahi's birthday and because of the that he got up early to do so many fittings for a suit in his opinion luckily this was his last fitting for the day and he got his friends to help him instead

Of course there was a ball today a huge one where the higher ups are invited from the country and even from other countries because Asahi is turning 18 and Asahi wasn't a fan of that especially that there was a bigger crowd this time and he HATED crowd but that wasn't his only problem

"Asahi san you're so lucky not only does all the country celebrate your birthday but you get to dance with a princess this time everyone will be watching you dance together and you might fall in love"

"Noya you know Asahi is nervous about this don't make it worse" Daichi told Noya quickly when he noticed his giant friend flinch

Yes Asahi was too worried about the princess he has to dance with, he knew who she was and what she does in her country and he admired her so much for that but still meeting new people terrified him and not only that he'll have to have your body close to his and this made him even more nervous especially because of his feelings

Yes he never met you before but what he heard about you made his heart beat faster whenever your name was mentioned

"C'mon Asahi we know about your feelings for her you must be excited" Sugawara nudged Asahi on the side a little to hard that Asahi winced in pain

"C'mon guys what if she didn't like me? Or what if i stepped on her feet" Asahi said fixing the buttons on his shirt

"Asahi you have been learning how to dance since you were able to walk I think you will do great" Daichi reassured him

"And why won't she like you you're the prince" Suga glared at Noya as soon as he said that and Noya realized what he said he was about to correct himself but Asahi beat him to it

"I don't want her to like me because I am the prince Noya that's why I am nervous if she will like me I want her to like me for me not for my position"

"I am sure she will like you for you Asahi"

"Yeah it's really hard not to like you when you have this personality don't worry about it"

Meanwhile you were a special guest in the Azumane palace for the week but you haven't even met him or even took a glance of him and so Asahi's close girl friend along with some maids were helping you in your dress that was brought to you from the prince himself, you were excited and nervous  to the ball that was happening in an hour and a half

"Kiyoko do you really think he'll like it?" You said looking at your dress from every angle on the long mirror

"You look beautiful y/n I am sure you'll take Asahi breath away"

"You really think so?" You turned to Kiyoko smiling and she met you with her beautiful smile

"I know so y/n you'll have an amazing night today with Asahi"

"Thank you Kiyoko I hope I can gather enough courage to confess today even though he might reject me but I won't see him again so it won't matter if I made an embarrassment out of myself"

"You won't believe me now we're losing track of time and you still have to do your hair"

It was now the time for the ball both of you could hear the music playing announcing that the ball had started and that the crowd was waiting for both you and Asahi to come down

Both of you on top of the stairs opposite to each other you had Kiyoko by your side and Asahi had his friends next to him the people next to you dissapeared when the song changed making you two walk down the stairs each step you took made both your hearts beat faster and louder each step made you two see each other more clear each step made Asahi's breath go away as he saw you more clear and how stunning you looked in that dress and how your hair was styled each step you took made the butterflies in your stomach go wild from Asahi's sight in the suit and how his hair looked so good in a bun

Each step made your feelings grow bigger until you met in the middle of the big ballroom

Howl's moving castle theme played when you two bowed in front of each other Asahi taking your hand with his right hand and putting his left hand around your waist pulling you closer a movement that sent shivers down your spine

You both swayed to the music melting into each other's touch moving along with the music eyes never leaving the others it was like you two were alone in this world

Asahi's touch was so calming it made you feel safe and protected for some reason and his giant hand was holding your small one so gently it was like he was afraid to break you

As the song continued you grew closer to each other now laying your head on his chest and him laying his head on top of yours taking your scent in

Unfortunately the music stopped into a faster beat song after the loud cheers of the crown which made you two break apart from each other but Asahi walked closer to you bringing his head closer to your ear

"Mind if I take you somewhere" his voice made your legs weak and sent shivers down your spine it was like music to your ears

"I don't mind" Asahi smiled brightly when you answered him so he quickly held your hand and walked you out through the crowd until you were alone in the garden

"This is my hiding spot I come here whenever I need peace not even my friends know about this I hope it's fine if you don't tell anyone about it"

"Well I don't think it will matter since I don't live here"

"I was kinda hoping you would" his answer surprised you it made the blush take over your face as it did to his

"You look so beautiful in that dress"

"Thank you whoever bought this has taste" you said as you spined around showing off your dress in front of Asahi with a smile on your face which made Asahi chuckle

"I am glad you loved it but it wasn't bought I just told them said"

"It wasn't bought then?" You gasped when you put one and one together

"I am lucky to have all the maids like me because I can do my favorite hobby without them telling my father so when I knew you were coming I made that dress for you I hope you don't find that weird"

"It's not at all oh my god it's so sweet I.. I never thought you'd go through all that just for me"

"And I would do even more for you"

You two paused looking at each other the moon reflecting on you two making his chocolate eyes shine even more and it made your eyes sparkle

Asahi moved closer to you taking your hand in his before he started talking

"Y/n I know what you do to your people I know it's not the real you 100% but I am sure you're as kind as you seem to be and if you don't mind it I want to get to know the real you and I want you to know the real me too"

You chuckled before answering him "I'd love to Azumane san I was actually planning to ask you this because I really like you"

"I really like you too y/n and please call me Asahi"

"Ok Asahi"

"Y/n can I kiss you?"

"Yes please Asahi"

Asahi got closer to you and put his hands on your face he had to lean down a little while you had to lean up you both were nervous and a blushing mess until your lips touched and it felt like magic

It was beautiful, sweet and better than you thought it would you always read about it in your books but Asahi's kiss can't be described

"Happy birthday Asahi"

Happy birthday to my favorite ace to my comfort character Asahi Azumane I wish he has the best birthday in the haikyuu world

I made an Asahi edit here

[novannna]

Same Sea, Same Soul, Same Heart

Danna is the daughter of a noble in Gatlon city.  Gatlon is ruled by King Hugh and King Simon, members of the Renegades, the gruop that saved it from the anarchists and Ace Anarchy.  Nova is the niece of Ace Anarchy and is the worlds most feared and dangerous pirate.  She kidnaps Danna as ransom, and while they travel back to Danna’s father the two girls begin to realize they weren’t so different after all…

Both girls deal with missing each other, and Danna has to make a big decision

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wc: 2074

Danna blinked her eyes open blearily.  

“Nova?”  she asked, her words slurring in her mouth.  

A body collapsed on top of her.  “Oh, Danna, you're alright.”  It was her mom.  “I’m so glad you're safe!  I was so worried.  Are you okay?”  

“Mom.  What happened?” Danna asked.  The last thing she remembered was Nova looking down on her, eyes bright with tears and guilt.  

“That awful pirate almost killed you!”  Her mom let out a sob.  “Oh, I was so scared.  He held a knife to your throat.  A knife!  Can you believe it?”

Danna’s hand trailed to her throat where a thin cut lay.  “No,” she whispered quietly.  “I can’t.”

“Well, it’s all okay now.  You’re back.  You're safe.”  her mom hugged her tightly.  “You better come downstairs.  Your father will be glad to know you’re up.”

Danna tried to smile.  “Okay.”  She picked herself out of bed.  “What about No- the pirate?”  she asked, correcting herself mid sentence.  Danna wasn’t quite sure why.  Nova had left her.  SHe knew exactly what she was doing, but Danna was still protecting her. 

“What about him?”

“Is he caught?”

“No.”  Her mothers lip curled.  “He got away.  But don’t worry.  He will never get anywhere near you again.”  

“Good,” Danna said quietly, hoping with her entire heart it wasn’t true.  

“Come quickly, your father has news!”  Her mother said, then hurried out of the room.  

“Would you like to bathe, Miss Bell?”  A maid asked.  

She shook her head.  “I’m okay.”

“Let me help you change,” she started forwards, but Danna stopped her.  

“I’d rather do it myself.  If that’s alright.”  

The maid looked at her confused, then nodded.  “Of course, milady.  Call if you need help.”  She hurried off.  

Once Danna was alone, she crumpled to the ground.  She struggled to find her breath as tears racked her body.  Danna was alone. All alone.  Nova had left her.  Danna felt like she was suffocating.  

So she lay on the floor sobbing, trying to find a reason to keep going.Without Nova near her, the future looked pointless.  Was what Danna had even a life?  No freedom, no choices.  There was nothing for her.  

They said she was home.  

But Danna knew they were wrong.  

This wasn’t her home.  Her home was with a short girl with choppy black hair and sea colored eyes.  Her home was with a girl who was as unpredictable as the sea.  Her home was with a girl who was just as likely to cut you with her words as a blade.  Her home was with Nova Artino.  

No.   Her home was Nova Artino.  

And Danna wasn’t home anymore.

---

Nova dragged the chest into the storage, arms barely strained by the heavy gold.  

“Nova?”  A voice asked hesitantly.  

“Yes?”   She didn’t bother looking up.  She knew who it was.  “What is it Viv?”

“Look, I know you aren’t going to say anything.  I know you are going to keep up your nothing gets to me, facade.  But it's okay.  You don’t have to pretend.”  Viv placed a hand on Nova’s shoulder gently.  

“What are you talking about?”  Nova ducked away.  

“I saw the way you and Danna acted together.   I can tell when two hearts are made for each other.  You’re like me and Moxie.” 

“Listen.  I have no feelings for Danna Bell,” Nova said quietly.  

Viv sighed.  “I know you won’t admit it.  But I know you.  And I can tell you're hurting.”

“I am fine.”

“No.  Nova, you’re not fine.  You are hurting, and I know that you don’t want to let your walls down.  And that's okay.  I get it.  I get it maybe more than anyone else,”  Viv sighed.  “Just… I’m here for you.  When you’re ready.”

Viv started to leave, but Nova shot her hand out.  

“Wait,” She said in a quavering voice. “Stay… please.”

Viv smiled.  “Of course.  Do you want to talk?”

Nova slammed the door shut, and fell into Viv’s arms.  She shook with sobs. 

“I miss her,” Nova cried.  “I could have let her stay.  She wanted to.  But I was too much of a coward.  I was too scared of Ace.  I traded Danna for money I don’t even need.  I sentenced her to a life without freedom.  It’s all my fault.”

“It’s okay, Nova.  It’s okay,” Viv said, holding tight to Nova’s shaking form.  “This isn’t your fault.”

“No.  It is.  This is all my fault.  I should have just kidnapped Adrian.  That would have been better. Then no one would have gotten hurt.  Danna and I never would’ve met.”

“Look at me.  If you never met Danna, you wouldn’t be the person you are.  She’s like a second part of you.  She’s your heart.  Without her, you wouldn’t be Nova Artino.  Never wish that you never met your soulmate.  Because even if they leave you more hurt than before, they fill a part of you that was left empty before.”  

Nova wiped her eyes.  “I’m never going to see her again.  She’ll spend the rest of our lives hating me.  For what I did.  And I deserve it.”

“Nova, you don’t.  You deserve love.  Not hate.  And you have to believe that you are going to see her again.  The universe works in strange ways.  But if she’s yours, then you’ll see her again.”

“Promise?”

Viv nodded.  “I promise.”

Nova smiled weakly.  “I should go.  Thank you.”  She wiped her face off.  “And Viv?”

“Yeah?”

“If I ever hear you telling people about this, I won’t hesitate to throw you overboard.”

Viv laughed.  “That’s my girl.”

---

Danna stepped into the parlor, dress pinching her ribs tightly.  She hadn’t worn a corset in ages, and she certainly hadn’t missed them.  

“Danna!  Oh, my baby, I’m so glad to see you home, safe and sound,” her father said, racing over to embrace her.  “We were all so worried.”

“Thank you father,” she said stiffly.  “I’m just glad that this whole mess is over.”

“As am I.  Sit, sit!  We have news.”  He ushered her over to one of the plump couches.  

Danna settled down, and reached for a scone.  She stuffed it into her mouth, and sighed as the tart raspberries exploded on her tongue.  

“Danna, back straight,” her mother reprimanded.  

Danna suppressed a groan, and sat taller.  She hadn’t missed that either.  

“So, what’s the news?”  Danna asked.  

“Oh, we’ll tell you soon.  We just need to wait a little bit longer,” her father said.  

Danna gulped.  “Wait for what?”  

“You’ll see.”  Both her parents were grinning.   

“Hm.”   Danna grabbed another scone, and crammed it into her mouth.  

Her mother raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.  

Danna suppressed a grin.  Normally her mother would have stopped her at one scone.  But she was still worried about Danna.  

“Have they found the pirate yet?”  Danna asked nonchalantly.  

Her father sighed heavily and shook his head.  “No.  But don’t worry.  They will find him, and make him pay for what he did to you.”

Danna tried not to grin.  Nova was still safe.  “That’s too bad,” she said, trying her best to sound sad.  She wasn’t.  At all.  She was giddy.  Nova was still okay.

The doorbell rang, and the butler hurried off to answer.  

“Smile, Danna,” her mother instructed.  

“Who is it?”  she asked anxiously.  “Who’s coming over?”

“You’ll see.”  Her mother smiled primly.  “Please behave.”

“Behave?  Mother, I’m not a child anymore.  I-”  Danna stopped talking when she saw who walked through the door.  Her jaw dropped.  

The Kings, and the crown prince stood in the doorway to the parlor.

“Your highnesses!”  Danna hastily rose, and dropped into a low curtsy.  

“Please,” the prince said awkwardly.  “No need for any of that.”  Adrian smiled.  

Danna brushed herself off, and put what she hoped was a demure smile on her face.  It felt like more of a grimace.  

“What do we owe this visit?”  

“You didn’t tell her?”  King Hugh looked at her parents with surprise.  

Danna’s father cleared his throat.  “We thought it would be best if he told her himself.”

“Tell me what?”

“Perhaps we should give them some privacy,” King Simon suggested.  

“What's happening?”  Danna asked.  

Adrian shuffled awkwardly.  “Maybe we could go to the gardens,” he suggested.  

“Good idea,” Dannna said quickly.  She needed to get out of the house.  She needed to be outside.  “This way, your highness.”  She extended an arm, and nearly bolted away.  

She pushed the door open, and inhaled the scent of salt and flowers gratefully.  

Adrian chuckled.  “Couldn’t handle being inside any longer?”

Danna groaned and nodded.  “Ugh yes.  It’s awful.  I’ve been back for less than a day, and I’m already suffocating.”  Adrian and Danna were actually much closer than they seemed.  For years, they had snuck away during events along with two other friends. They hated the scheming and politics of the court, and bonded over their shared hatred of it.  They tried to keep it secret so no unwanted rumors would spread.  

Adrian's face creased.  “How are you?  That must have been so scary…”

Danna laughed.  “It wasn’t too bad.  Can I tell you a secret?”  

Adrian nodded.  “Of course.”  

“And you promise to never tell?”  Danna asked.  

He solemnly held out his pinky.  “I’ll even pinky swear.”

Danna laughed, and shook his pinky.  “Nightmare isn’t Noah Artino.”

“What is that supposed to mea?”

Danna sighed.  “She’s not Noah, She’s Nova.”

“Nightmare’s a girl?”  Adrian’s eyes widened.  “Really?”

Danna nodded.  “And she isn’t as bad as she seems.”

“Danna, she kidnapped you.”  

“Yeah, and while I was kidnapped, I was more free than I ever had been.”  Danna sighed.  “She’s done bad things, but at heart she’s a good person.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow.

“So.  What’s so important that you came here to tell me?”

Adrian groaned.  “Danna, I know this isn’t what you wanted.  I know you never asked for this life.  I didn’t either.  I have the same amount of choices as you.  Maybe less even.  But I get to choose who I marry.  And…”

“No.”  Danna held up her hands.  “Don’t even finish that sentence.”  she hurried away.

“Danna, wait.  It’s not what you think!”  Adrian jogged after her.  “I don’t like you.”

“Thanks,” she said dryly.  

Adrian sighed.  He caught her arm.  “Please… just listen to me.”

Danna groaned, and spun around to face him.  “Okay.  I’m listening.”

“Listen Danna, I know this isn’t what you want.  But you have to face the reality of our lives.  We can be together in public, but not as a couple privately.  This is the only way we can escape something we both don't want.”

Danna inhaled deeply.  “Adrian… I’m lesbian.”

“Oh.  Shit.”

Danna laughed softly.  “Yeah.”  

“Can’t you tell your parents?  My dads are together, and they are fine with it.”  

Danna shrugged.  “I don’t think it would matter.  They would just say I’m confused.  Or that I’m just being difficult.  Look, Adrian, I don’t have a choice now.  I know that you wanted to help, but you’ve just made everything so much harder.”  Danna groaned, and rubbed her temples.  

“The pirate… Nova…”  Realization dawned in Adrian’s eyes.  “You love her, don’t you?”

Danna nodded sadly.  “I don’t even know if she loves me back.  But I’d die over and over again for her.”

“I can help you escape!  I can get you to her.”

Danna smiled softly.  “Adrian, thank you, but I can’t.  I don’t want to risk it.”  She sighed heavily.  “I’ll marry you.  You were right, it is our only option.”

“Danna, that wouldn’t be right.  That’s not you!  Don’t pretend to be someone else,” Adrian pleaded.  “Shit, this is all my fault.  Danna, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s not.  You were trying to help.  And you are right.  It’s a good option.  We can pretend to be together.  Hell, maybe we can adopt a kid or something.  But I can’t be with Nova.  I know that.”

“Danna…”

“Adrian, we are out of options.  Even if my parents let me turn you down, eventually they’ll force me to marry someone.  I’d rather it be you.”

Adrian wrapped his arms around her.  “If this is what you want, then I will help you as best I can.”  

Danna smiled gratefully.  “Thank you Adrian.  It means a lot to me, I hope you know that.”

He nodded.  “We’d better go tell the others then.”

She cringed.  “Fun.”

“Get used to it.”

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[ratnumber21]

Mabel is Bi Headcanon

She started questioning her sexuality sometime during her boy crazy phase

She brushed it off as her hormones acting up and all that jazz

Until she couldn't keep her eyes off of the new (female) lifeguard at the pool one day post-boy crazy phase

Mabel didn't know what to think

She was afraid to tell Dipper in fear of him judging her

I mean, she makes fun of her brother all the time, who's to say he won't use her sexuality as an opportunity to get back at her, right?

She pretended to have another boy crazy phase as an attempt to push away those feelings

The more she pushed them away, the more she realized she wasn't as fully attracted to guys as she thought

She began getting all fidgety whenever a girl was within a 10-foot radius of her

One time when she and Dipper were helping Soos out in the gift shop, a girl around their age approached Mabel asking if there was another t-shirt in her size

Mabel froze on the spot

The girl tried asking if she was okay, but Mabel turned into a babbly mess and was unable to answer

The girl grew uncomfortable and walked away

Dipper saw the whole thing

Dipper: "Haha, you acted like I normally do whenever a pretty girl talks to me.”

Mabel, internally: Oh boy...

She was afraid of what this meant

She knew everyone in Gravity Falls was very supportive

But what about back at home?

The kids at school picked on Dipper simply for having a unique birthmark

Imagine what they would do if they found out that Mabel wasn't totally straight

Mabel couldn't sleep one night due to her overthinking the possible scenarios of telling her friends and family about her dilemma

"What would Dipper say?" "What if he tells Stan?" "What if he tells Mom and Dad?" "Would they disown me?" "What would Candy and Grenda say?" "Oh god" "I can't lose Candy and Grenda, they're my people!" "And what about Waddles?!"

She became overwhelmed and realized she needed to get this off her chest

Dipper was already off the table

And she was afraid Stan would be disappointed in her

And everyone else she knew was asleep

Except for one

Ford heard his niece coming before she burst through the elevator door, breathing heavily and tears streaking down her face

He ended up holding her while he walked around the basement, telling her soothing things and stroking her hair while she tried to steady her breathing

All while saying things like "they're gonna hate me!" and "they'll think I'm a freak!"

Once Mabel calmed down, she quietly asked her great uncle "What if I'm not entirely into boys?"

Ford dreaded a question like that

It's not that he didn't want to answer, he just hasn't been in this dimension for 30 years

He didn't know how much sexuality and gender identity had evolved since the 80s, and he never found the time to do research on it since he came back

He was just worried he wouldn't be able to guide his niece

He asked Mabel to elaborate and the story came pouring out

How she began looking at girls differently, how she acted like her brother whenever he was around pretty girls, and her fears of not being accepted by her family

Ford (who was thankful that he knew enough about the subject to be able to provide Mabel with solid advice) began by saying it's perfectly natural for her to question her sexuality

This started a whole conversation of Ford and Mabel exploring her possible sexuality

Ford then explained bisexuality

"But how come I like guys so much if I'm bi? Does this mean I might actually be straight?"

"No, you just have a larger preference for guys. Bisexuality is almost never 50/50. Some people think they're straight or gay because they like one gender so much they can forget they like another one as well."

"What if people don't react well when I tell them I'm bi after making it very clear that I was straight for the past few years?"

"You don't owe anyone an explanation. Your sexuality is your business and no one else's, okay?"

"But what if I'm not actually bi? What if I really am just confused?"

"There's no rush to figure out your sexuality now. You have your whole life ahead of you, sweetie. And you don't have to be so quick to label yourself. When you finally find the label that suits you, you'll know."

Ford also revealed that he, too, had struggled with his sexuality before ultimately concluding that he identifies as aromantic

Mabel is not surprised whatsoever

By the end of their talk, it’s past midnight and Mabel is more relieved than she’s ever been before

Ford is honored that Mabel trusted him enough to go to him for guidance for such a personal topic

He’s also happy that he got to spend more bonding time with his niece since he typically spends most of his time with either Dipper or Stan

Ford is about to send Mabel to bed when she confesses that she’s still a bit anxious that the rest of her family won’t accept her

Ford reassures her that they will before carrying Mable to her room himself

After tucking her in and turning to leave, Mabel whispers “Thanks for letting me talk to you Grunkle Ford”

Ford smiles and kisses his great-niece goodnight

The next morning, Mabel goes straight to Ford’s room just as he’s waking up to tell him she stayed up all night thinking about the things he taught her

She thinks she’s bi and she wants to tell Dipper and Stan

Ford is beyond proud of her (although he tells her to wait a few days just in case she isn’t quite sure yet)

Mabel comes out to Dipper and Stan as bisexual a few days later

Dipper is 100% supportive of his sister

Stan needed some explaining (he knew that bisexuality was a thing, he just didn’t realize there was a fancy name for it) but her supports her nonetheless

“Eh, as long as you’re happy and the person you’re with treats you right, I don’t care who you bring home. And as long as you wait until you’re at least 30 to bring said person home.”

Mabel said no promises

Bonus:

The Pines family was at Greasy's Diner to celebrate Mabel's coming to terms with her sexuality

They were getting ready to leave when Dipper and Mabel left to use the bathroom, leaving Stan and Ford alone at their table

Stan piped up saying that it was "interesting how easy it seems to be to figure this sorta stuff out these days"

Ford agrees but is unsure where this is going

Stan continues saying how if teens are struggling with something personal, the internet (and people on the internet going through the same) is right there to help them

"Heh, too bad we didn't have those things when we were teenagers huh Sixer?"

Ford is confused and Stan is suddenly tense and awkward

He explains he's never felt that kind of attraction towards anyone

He was always interested in getting a girlfriend, but he never really intended on going beyond kissing/possibly making out

Ford's eyes lit up and he immediately exclaimed: "WE'RE BOTH ACE SPECS!"

"WE'RE BOTH A-WHATS?!"

Ford explained that there was a spectrum that included different sexualities regarding the lack of sexual/romantic attraction

(for the record, Ford took time to do more research since his conversation with Mabel so he's pretty much an expert on sexuality and gender identity now)

He asks Stan how long he's felt this way

Stan says since high school

Ford asks why he didn't tell him

Stan reveals that he assumed he wasn't done with puberty yet/he didn't want Ford to think that there's something wrong with him

He also didn't want to disappoint their father "more than he already had"

Ford says that he would've accepted him no matter what

"Besides, if Dad ever did find out, he would've been disappointed in the both of us."

"Huh?"

"Like I said before, we're both on the Ace Spectrum. Only instead of lacking sexual attraction like you, I lack romantic attraction."

"Sooo what does that make the two of us?"

"Well, by the looks of it, it seems that you're some form of asexual and I'm aromantic."

"Some form of it??"

"Well, yes. You see, asexual can serve as an umbrella term. There's also gray asexual, demisexual-"

Stan thinks he's going to have a stroke

Ford promises him that they'll look more into it tomorrow

**Please be aware that I am not bisexual/asexual/aromantic so if I got something wrong PLEASE tell me and I'll correct it**

Hope you enjoyed! (If anyone makes a short fic out of this pls be sure to tag me (I want to write one myself, but I don't think I have time))

[halequeenjas]

Class, Sass, and a Little Bass || Evelyn & Jasmine

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @thronesofshadows & @halequeenjas SUMMARY: While visiting the Artesian, Jasmine notices Evelyn seems a bit down. Being the good Samaritan she is, she takes Evelyn out for a night on the town. 

The last time she’d been to the Artesian, Jasmine couldn’t help but notice that Evelyn seemed a bit glum. It was something she decided simply wouldn’t do. She’d insisted that they go out and have a night on the town to help the other woman get in better spirits. Jasmine pulled a few strings with the club owner and had them both on the VIP list. With endless wine and dancing, there was no way Evelyn was going to go stay sad for long. Being responsible adults who weren’t going to drive around town drunk, they had a driver for the evening. This evening, she donned a little red dress with her favorite pair of black Louboutins. Evelyn, of course, was also dressed to the aces and Jasmine linked arms with her. “You’re going to love this place. They have a huge selection of wine and the music is great,” Jasmine assured her friend, “Plus, the saxophone player is totally yummy.”

For someone who liked to pride herself on doing her best to not show emotions, Evelyn knew that recently she had been less successful than usual. Not that she entirely minded when Jasmine had commented on it - the other woman was both a friend and undoubtedly one of Evelyn’s favorite customers, though ever since they’d first hit it off, it felt a bit odd considering her anything but a friend. Which was why she’d so readily agreed to go out for the night when she’d been invited. She was appreciative of anything that helped her get her mind off of everything else. She’d worn an especially flattering black dress and had pulled on a new pair of heels. With a grin, she turned to her friend. “I find myself loving it quite a bit already, though I am certain the company of a lovely friend without a doubt contributes to that.” She bit her lip. “Well, you will have to show me this saxophone player. Though I think we ought to start with drinks. What will you be having?” 

One of the reasons she’d always loved this club was the contagious energy. Nothing like a little swing and fine wine to keep your spirits high. While Jasmine didn’t quite know why Evelyn seemed a bit down, she knew if anyone could bring some cheer, it was her. Whatever it was, she doubted her friend would be down for too long. She was far too beautiful, rich, and sophisticated to stay down. If Jasmine were to wager, she’d say she was already feeling better. She smiled brightly at her friend and responded, “I know you’d love it here. Jazz is so much classier than regular club music… not that I hate the regular clubs, but this dancing actually requires skill. And the wine selection is way better.” She leaned an arm on the bar and gave the bartender her most sparkling grin. “A bottle of Chateau La Tour White Blend, please.” She turned back to Evelyn and added, “I figured we both enjoy wine and white wine has a nice summer-y feel to it. I’m personally trying to enjoy these last bits of summer which I think requires one last pool day. I’ll definitely point out the sax player though I’m sure the whole band will be captivated with us once we start dancing.” Once, the bartender handed them an ice bucket and their wine, she took them in hand and asked, “Do you prefer one of the hightops or one of the sofa lounge tables?” 

“Well, you do know me.” Evelyn grinned. “I agree. I mean, as a former ballet dancer, this is not my typical style, but I do have some practice in it. I have always adored any sort of proper dancing.” She looked over to Jasmine as the other woman ordered a bottle of wine. “You do continue to have excellent taste. No proper offense to most of this town, but why on earth do so few people understand class? Or have properly good taste in anything?” She ran a hand through her hair, letting it fall over her shoulder. “You chose a good one, speaking as the resident wine expert of the two of us. Enjoying summer is an absolute must.” She tapped her red nails against the countertop as she glanced around the bar. “Good, though I agree. I mean, between the two of us, how could anyone think to look away?” At Jasmine’s question, she tapped her fingers against her chin. “I think a lounge table sounds quite nice, personally. If that works for you, that is?”

It was pretty easy for Jasmine to imagine Evelyn dancing ballet. She hadn’t really done it since before she was a teenager, but she’d always preferred jazz dance classes. It was a little more upbeat and fun. “Somehow, it’s no surprise that you’ve done ballet dancing. I did too when I was younger though I enjoyed the jazz classes more,” she started before she grinned wryly and added, “I can lead the way through the jazz dancing.” She set the wine down at the small table in front of the couch. It was a cozy little spot only open to those who made the VIP list. They had a good view of the stage while still maintaining a bit of privacy to chat freely. “Good taste in wine is surprisingly not an automatic, even among wealthy people. One of the richest people I know sent me a bottle of wine for Christmas that was yes, expensive, but just not good. The notes in wine are supposed to be subtle and have finesse. I don’t want my wine to taste like I’m gnawing on a piece of oak,” she noted dramatically. She ended up trashing that bottle of wine, not that her client needed to know that.  “You’re totally right,” she agreed brightly, “It’s nice and cozy over here. Good view of the stage and we still have a bit of freedom to chat amongst ourselves without anyone hearing. Speaking of--” She sneakily pointed to one of the saxophone players. He was wearing a white suit with coral accents and his skin always looked sun kissed like he had just spent a day on the beach… which was a hazard in this town, but a girl could dream of beach days with beautiful people. “That’s the saxophone player I was telling you about. His name is Ray. Not the brightest bulb in the box, but he’s talented and definitely nice to look at.” 

“My mother was in the Royal Ballet, so even though she was not around, I felt drawn to it. A way to be connected to her, I suppose.” Evelyn shrugged again.”You did? Well, perhaps you will have to teach me more sometime. Though for now, I am more than okay with you leading the way.” Sitting down, she took another glance around the club. She appreciated people like Jasmine - people who understood how to appreciate the finer things in life. Though she did not regret leaving London, she did sometimes miss the elegance that came with the city. At least, the parts of it that she had been a part of. “Well, I do own a bar, so I think that gives me a bit of a leg up, but you are correct, money does not guarantee taste in wine. I certainly have horror stories, even from my own bar.” She made a small face. “Oh yuck, that sounds horrible.” Evelyn nodded along to Jasmine’s words, following where she was pointing. “I do appreciate the privacy that it provides. For all I can enjoy showing off, I also enjoy not having my conversations with friends broadcast for the whole world to see.” Crossing her legs, she gave a satisfied nod at the saxophone player. “I can see what you mean. If nothing else, I can always appreciate good looks and good talent.” Evelyn turned to face Jasmine and held up the bottle of wine. “Might I pour you a glass?”

“Wow, talk about incredible. I get wanting to have that connection to her, I’m still just impressed she was in the Royal Ballet,” Jasmine said with wide eyes. With how much Evelyn spent on her home, it was no shock that she came from old money, but still, the Royal Ballet was one hell of a status indicator. It explained the refined elegance that Evelyn seemed to have about her. “Some time might start tonight because especially after some wine, I’ll definitely feel like dancing.” Hanging out with Evelyn was different than most of her high school friends. Even the ones with money weren’t nearly as refined. She had to admit she wasn’t even as much so growing up in American culture. How many classic night club evenings had she had with Bea and Leah? There was something more appealing about this though she wouldn’t trade those late nights closing out the clubs either. She supposed she could enjoy both the finer things in life and the more basic things. She laughed easily and agreed, “Yes, owning the nicest bar in town, I’d hope you have good taste in wine. I've personally never been disappointed with your choices.” It seemed they agreed the saxophone player was nice to look at. Not as nice to look at as either of them, but that was a tall order. “A glass of wine sounds perfect,” she responded with a wide smile. “So,” she started off unable to quell her curiosity, “I know tonight is a fun night, but if you’d like to talk about anything going on, I can be a good listener when I feel like it.” 

“For a few years, yes. It is how she and my father met. She was quite impressive.” Any of that sort of information was surface-level enough - and furthermore, it was information that came up if anyone searched for Evelyn anyhow - and she had very much wanted to be like her mother in many ways, even if being a dancer like her was not the primary one. However, it was one that she could connect with others about, even if they did not have the exact same shared experience. “It would be an honor to dance with you tonight, so please do let me know when it strikes your fancy.” It was nice, having someone like Jasmine around. A valuable, though uncomplicated friendship. Something she found herself craving more and more lately. “I do my research if the occasion calls for it, and while I may have not been a wine expert for years, I have always had good taste in many things, I think, and so it only took a little bit of reading when I decided that this was what the town needed. Thank goodness you both know how to sell the best houses in town and you appreciate my place of business.” She let a small smile cross her lips and she opened the bottle and poured each of them a generous glassful. “Most of all, I am quite pleased to consider you a friend. The others are simply added bonuses.” She took a sip of her wine as she considered Jasmine’s question. “I broke up with the person who I was seeing. Trying to move past that. Clearly not as smoothly as I might have liked. I never saw myself as the sort to react in such a way to romance, after all.”

“Oh my god, that sounds like something out of a rom com,” Jasmine commented somewhat incredulously. She was almost positive her own parents had married for money, not that they didn’t love each other, but it seemed like a primary factor of their marriage. They had both been very business minded. “After some wine and when the perfect song strikes, I’ll do just that.” It was nice to relax a little bit. Before visiting, she had placed wards around the building. She’d helped the owner buy his house and with an exorcism later on, so he had not qualms with her keeping wards up so she could enjoy some Larry Bob free evenings out. Plus, she’d surely have a hard time explaining a poltergeist to what was arguably her most normal friend. And definitely not in an average way. Evelyn was definitely classy and something else, but she didn’t want her thinking she was a freak. She found her fingers drumming along to the upbeat melodies of the trumpet and smiled as Evelyn spoke. “Oh makes sense, we’re still young. Research and learning is always applicable… especially when it comes to wine. And shoes,” she added the last part eagerly. If shoes being a hobby was wrong, Jasmine didn’t want to be right. “I’m pleased you’re my friend as well. The same could be said of you.” Evelyn was particularly great at gift giving, but her company was just as great. She frowned a bit at the mention of a breakup and the way she seemed to scoff at romance. She braced herself with a sip of wine before she said, “Oh, breakups are totally the worst. It’s not like you date people with the intention of ever breaking up, but sometimes it just happens. And hey!” She gave her a small nudge on the arm, “Romance is an okay thing to be sad over, though I’m positive you’ll find your person sooner rather than later. I mean-- you’re hot, you’re rich, you’re smart, you’re classy-- literally anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Believe it or not, you are not the first person to tell me that.” Evelyn grinned. Despite having very little knowledge of actual rom-coms, from all that she did know, her parents’ marriage and meeting did sound like that. The deeper reality was far more complicated, and not something she often got into. Besides, some part of her liked to believe that her parents had been entirely in love up until her father found out about the fact that her mother wasn’t human. It was one of the few amounts of naïvety that she still held fast to. “I look forward to this quite a bit.” This night out was absolutely something that she needed - and though jazz was not normally the sort of music she listened to, Billy did have a fondness for jazz piano playing at the Artesian and so in the past few years she had come to be more aware, and she preferred it to whatever sort of electronic music that she knew was popular at most clubs these days. “We are indeed still young. Besides, why not make things into a learning opportunity. I must admit, I find it especially satisfactory to tell certain customers of mine all about wine, particularly because they rarely expect me to have such deep knowledge, despite owning the place. I have done a fair bit of reading about business and stocks as well, mostly out of spite. I do not like being put down, and if I can show them up when they are acting especially stuck up, all the better.” She took a sip of her wine and offered Jasmine a grin. “I am glad to hear all of that.” She ran a hand through her hair. “They are rather terrible, I must admit.” Evelyn bit her lip. “Well, thank you. You are all of those things and more. I think that in this case, I just thought that my ex was possibly my person. I suppose I do not like to be wrong.” She took another sip of her wine. “Is it wrong to still want to talk to him? Even though I feel mad, and I am certain he feels the same - or rather more certain that he wants to get rid of any memory of me? He left a box at my house with everything I had left by his house.” Evelyn shook her head. “At least I know that I have friends like you,” she gave Jasmine a small nudge back, “who are excellent at knowing just when I need a distraction.”

“Then it must be true,” Jasmine responded happily as she took another sip of the refreshing white wine in front of her. She could only hope her life eventually got its romantic comedy moment, but she wasn’t too worried about it. Outside a pesky poltergeist that wouldn’t leave her alone, she was doing well for herself and was happy with where she was. It only made her happier that Evelyn was all ready to do some jazz dancing with her. There had to be some sort of science somewhere that said it was impossible to be sad when buzzed on white wine and dancing to jazz. If not, maybe she’d fund that study. Her hands made a small clap as she exclaimed, “I love that. It’s always satisfying to surprise people older and more experienced than you with your knowledge. I imagine some of the older men must be the worst about that.” Was she snobby herself? Yes. Snobby old men still annoyed her to no end. Especially the older realtors who thought she didn’t have a place in the business yet still handed off the haunted houses they couldn’t sell to her. Selling them at record speed always showed them. It didn’t erase the annoying factor of having to prove she was worthy of respect. She nodded along as Evelyn spoke about her ex. She could relate easily enough. She had thought Josh was going to be her forever person until she found out about his side fling. If there was one thing she would not stand for, it was cheating. “I get what you mean. It is a crappy feeling to think someone is supposed to be that person for you and then they’re just not,” she said almost wistfully. She finished off her first glass and poured some more for herself. She gestured to see if Evelyn would like more. “Oh, dropping off your stuff is a rough part and I think it makes sense to still want to talk to him. I mean, you were a big part of each other’s lives and it’s hard to shake that, but you have to. Men take that as groveling or wanting them back even if it’s not the case. I take it things ended poorly?” The last part did make her smile a bit. “Glad to be here and bring some cheer.”

“It must be, I suppose.” Evelyn raised an eyebrow at her friend. Focusing on thoughts about her parents was not a good road to go down, particularly not right now. Not when that reminded her too much of everything she sought to ignore - when it provided her with memories of her first anxieties of not belonging. Of that time with her mother’s journals and the look on her father’s face that was forever etched into her memory. “Right? It is the best. Truly.” Making a face at Jasmine’s next comment, Evelyn gave a nod. “Oh, they are. It is particularly delightful when they think they can both hit on me and talk down to me. I remember when I first opened the place that I got to give a good few of them a shock when they found out that I owned the place.” Though she was well-aware that she could be stuck up herself at times, it was never in the same way that some of her customers were. “Exactly.” She forced herself to relax. This wasn’t her bar, and breaking a glass here would not end well - besides, the last thing she wanted was to cut herself and have her utterly delightful though wholly normal friend push her away. Taking in a deep breath, she adjusted her focus back on Jasmine. “Not used to it, I suppose. Though,” she bit her lip, “I mean, I was not exactly raised with the idea that showing all of my emotions is a good thing. So all of this was a bit overwhelming.” She scrunched her nose. “That much is also quite possibly the wine talking. Maybe my tolerance is not what it used to be.” It didn’t stop her from taking another sip before nodding for Jasmine to fill up her glass again. “We were. For four months.” Evelyn shook her head. “Yes, I am not going to give him that. Ended poorly? You could say that. He was not everything I thought he was, and I might have reacted strongly to that. But it is fine. I just worry a bit about running into him in town.” However, Jasmine’s smile brought one of her own across her face. “Glad to have you.” She took another long sip of wine.

Older generations of men really were something else. Jasmine couldn’t easily understand how a woman of any age would be attracted to them, but she assumed it had something to do with their wealth. Was wealth worth the complete loss of self respect? She’d say no and that was saying a lot. “Show them just how smart women can be. Who said we couldn’t have beauty and brains,” she asked playfully. At the mention of these same men hitting on her, Jasmine was not all surprised. For whatever reason, certain men thought mansplaining was attractive or something. It wasn’t. Respect was way more attractive, but some men just needed to feel like they were better than literally everyone. Usually that meant overcompensating. With a laugh, she retorted, “Oh, of course they do! Have to act all mighty and treat you like you’re dumb to show how great they are before they hit on you. Any woman with an ounce of self respect wouldn’t put up with that crap.” As she spoke more of her ex, Jasmine frowned a bit. It was clear she was really going through it and she wanted to go off on a limb and say no man was worth this much distress, but she’d had some rough break ups herself. “I can see that. You seem like a woman who is usually right, but some people are better at hiding who they are which makes it easy to be wrong about them,” she tried to assure. Sage wisdom wasn’t necessarily her forte unless it came to designer clothing and the best makeup products. Life-- well, she’d made a name for herself, but she was still figuring shit out too. They all were. She shook her head, “Hey, we’re all allowed to show emotion from time to time. We’re not robots. I don’t think they’ve figured out how to make robots look this hot just yet.” She cracked a smile at the last part and gestured to them. As suspected, it had ended poorly. “Well, it’s not your fault he wasn’t who you thought he was. Some things can be serious deal breakers and a woman of your standard is bound to have some of those. All I know for sure is you’ll find someone way better for you. I mean, come on, who could resist that Evelyn charm?” She gave her friend another playful nudge and finished off the last of the wine. She took her friend’s hand and said, “Come on, we’re dancing now. Trust me when I say it’s impossible to be sad while dancing to a song with some good swing.” Though Evelyn boasted she was more of a ballet dancer, she caught on quick as Jasmine led them through some moves. The energy seemed to be enough to have Evelyn in mostly good spirits again so Jasmine would consider the night a success.

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Watford Cove

Chapter 10: everything back and more

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff/angst

Word count: 2580

Chapter: 10/13 [All chapters]

Summary: Simon and Baz have some time before exams start. They decide to go on a date before the storm begins.

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AN: Okay okay omg two amazing people made fan art of this fic and I'm so happy and grateful. There's this fantastic piece of my punk Baz by @neck-mole and this wonderful art of my pastel and punk beauties by @jessethejoyful. I love them so much and I'm still freaking out about it so thank you to those two again. Now onto the chapter. It's more fluff cause my boys need it tbh. Also I posted this to the wrong blog for like 30 seconds because I’m an idiot sorry!

Tagging: @wayward-son-61 @jeansjeansjeansjeans

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“You and your boyfriend are gross.”

I plant myself on the picnic table with a thunk, giving Niall a curious look. “And good afternoon to you too, mate.”

“I’m serious,” he says, arms crossed. “You two are disgusting.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Huh, didn’t peg you for a homophobe, Niall.”

Niall rolls his eyes and shoves my leg. “Fuck off, you know that’s not what I mean. You two are snogging everywhere all the time. Didn’t you just get caught in the gym closet yesterday?

That’s unfortunately true. We did get caught, with Simon’s legs around my waist and my hand up his shirt. Coach Mac was certainly not amused. He made us reorganize said closet as punishment. It was totally worth it though.

After our talk last week, I assumed Simon and I wouldn't be around each other as much, no longer afraid that our relationship would end abruptly. But it’s the exact opposite. We sneak off between classes, after school if I’m not with Bunce, at night if we both can’t sleep. He’d be here right now hanging with my friends if he didn’t have a makeup chem lab to do with Bunce. I don’t know exactly why. Maybe it’s something about our promises, the trust we gave each other. Confessing our fears and understanding them.

Or maybe we’re horny teenagers who like to snog and cuddle. That would also make sense.

“He’s my first boyfriend, give me a break.” I snatch Dev’s cigarette carton and take a stick out for myself. “And I might not see him again for a year if exams go badly.”

“We get it, man,” Dev says. “And we’re happy for you. But you’re also snogging 24/7 and it’s gross.”

I take a deep drag and grin. “Yup.”

Niall sighs and leans back, his stupid aviators slipping down his face. (He thinks they’re cool. And I hate that he’s right.) “Whatever, fine. Be gross. But I have some questions for you.” He points his cigarette at me very dramatically.

“Okay...”

“One: if you go to Switzerland, how the hell are we going to contact you?”

“Simon said he’d mail me. You know, snail mail. You two can do that as well.”

“Good. Two: Are you going to come home for the holidays?”

“Probably not. Only if I behave maybe.”

“That sucks. And three: can I have your bike while you’re gone?”

I blow smoke in his face. He coughs, Dev laughs loudly. “No, you git. My beloved motorcycle will be stored in Simon’s garage so my father can’t dispose of it while I’m away.”

Niall groans pathetically. “That’s not fair. I’ve wanted that thing for ages and now I don’t even get it if you’re gone? Rude.”

“You’ll crash it.”

“Will not.”

“Will to. Simon is scared to ride it without me, so I know he’ll just leave it alone. Unlike you.”

Niall pouts, crossing his arms. “You and your stupid responsible boyfriend.” He lowers his sunglasses and gives me a curious look. “Have you two horny idiots even been on a proper date yet? Or are you just defiling everywhere you go?”

I open my mouth to protest, but quickly have to shut it. With all the excitement and exam cramming and sneaking around, we haven’t remembered to do something so simple as a date. That is a grave injustice. And I must correct it.

I pull out my mobile and open Simon’s contact in my phone. He’s still listed as “Pretty Moron”. I’ve refused to change it even since we’ve started dating.

Baz [12:36] Hey wanna going on a date after school? If so, meet me outside the north entrance.

Pretty Moron [12:37] ok sure this is kinda out of the blue luv

Baz [12:38] Do I need an excuse to want to go on a date with my boyfriend?

Pretty Moron [12:38] no it’s just odd and spontaneous

Pretty Moron [12:38] i like it tho

Pretty Moron [12:39] i’ll meet you then <3

Baz [12:40] See you then. Now go back to your chem lab idiot.

Simon doesn't reply, thankfully. He needs to pass his classes as well. This is perfect actually. Exams start tomorrow. Simon and I can have a good time before mentally dying. I lean back, eyes closed and smiling.

“Ugh he looks all lovesick again,” Niall groans. “Gross.”

I kick his shoulder, nearly knocking him off the bench. Dev snorts.

“Careful, Niall,” Dev says, “he’ll tease you just as much when you get a girlfriend.”

"If he gets a girlfriend,” I say flatly.

Niall punches my feet. Dev roars with laughter. Fuck, I’m going to miss these two if I leave. I wish I’d put my pride aside earlier, and given myself a better chance of staying. I only hope it will work out now.

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Simon saunters out of the north school entrance with his typical sunshine grin. He’s wearing floral shorts, mismatched floral shirt, a rosebud bracelet, and his checkered Vans because he has no regard for fashion norms whatsoever. It's amazing. Bunce is by his side, holding her heavy textbooks. When Simon spots me, he runs up and wraps his arms around my shoulders, planting a wet kiss on my cheek.

“Hi, darling,” he purrs.

“Hello, love,” I reply hushed.

Bunce promptly ruins the mood by fake retching onto the sidewalk. I roll my eyes. Simon chuckles. “Thanks, Pen.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to help Basilton just so you two could be gross for longer.”

I shrug. “Well, I certainly do appreciate the help. Thank you, Bunce.”

“Aw,” she drawls sarcastically. “You’re going to make me actually sick up.”

Simon sticks his tongue out and holds onto me tighter.  “You think he’s going to ace his exams tomorrow, Pen?”

“If he follows my brilliant teaching? Yes.”

“I’ll do my best,” I say genuinely. Because I will, no doubt. Because I have too much to lose if I don’t. Bunce notices, observant as she is, nodding with a genuinely kind expression.

“So,” Simon says, “are we off to our date now?”

I grin wolfishly, excitement brewing in my gut. “As soon as you get on my bike, yes.”

Bunce sighs, already turning on her heels. “Bye, arseholes. Don’t defile too many places, please.”

Simon shrugs. I flip her off. He swings his legs over the back of my bike and wraps his arms around my middle automatically. Two engine revs, and we’re off.

Originally, I thought about taking him to Mount Olympus. But that’s too predictable. Simon and I need more than one place to call our’s. So we don’t head north towards my neighbourhood, but west, towards the Wavering Wood.

It’s another secluded area in town, surrounded by willow trees and thick brush. Most people avoid it. But I know of somewhere perfect for us. With some brilliant manoeuvring and and careful driving by me, we end up in a small clearing by a pond. The grass is soft and flat. Willow trees give us just enough shade to be comfortable. The water sparkles in the sunlight like something out of a dream.

“Wow,” Simon gasps, “this is gorgeous.”

“Our little town is full of surprises. And,” I pull out a large plastic bag from my knapsack, “so am I.”

I bring out the plastic tablecloth first. It’s white and red checkered, like something out of the fifties. Then I take out the roast beef sandwiches and sour cherry scones. Cousin Pritchard was more than happy to give me some fresh ones for free. Simon’s eyes light up beautifully at those. I spread out my arms with flourish.

“Ta-da,” I announce.

“A picnic by the water?” Simon giggles. “Really?”

“I’m feeling romantic. Sue me.”

He quickly plops himself down cross legged on the crinkly plastic. “Hey, I’m not complaining. Especially if there’s food.” He opens the takeaway container, grinning at the roast beef. “When did you get all this? At lunch?”

I sit down too, stretching out to lounge next to him. “No, free period at the end of the day. I broke many speed limits getting all of it.”

“Baz! You’re supposed to study during free periods!”

I sigh, shaking my head. “Simon, exams start tomorrow and I’ve been studying intensely for three weeks. If I’m not ready, then neither Bunce or I are as smart as we think we are.” Simon still looks concerned. I reach out and grab his hand, running my thumb over the back of it. “I’ll be alright, love. Trust me.”

His expression finally breaks, a corner of his lip pulled up. He stretches out next to me, not letting go of my hand. “Okay.”

Simon digs into his food. I laugh at all the crumbs around his mouth. Part of me wants to kiss or lick them off, but I settle for just brushing them. Simon giggles and blushes, making my heart soar. He goes after the scones almost immediately after finishing his sandwich. Of course he inhales them like a vacuum cleaner.

“Leave some for me, Salisbury,” I grumble.

“Fine,” he groans, handing me a pastry.

“Sorry I’m not letting you eat all of the sugary treats, love. I know it’s a sacrifice.”

He glares, but the weight of it is lessened by his bulging chipmunk cheeks filled with crumbly pastry. I just keep smiling as I bite my singular scone.

Once we’re done, I end up on my back with my eyes closed, Simon half resting on my chest. He uses an index finger to slowly run over my collarbone. I trace circles in the small of his back. His strong chin digs into me slightly, but I’m fine. Really, I’m fantastic. I’ve sitting by a pond, resting in willow tree shade, all with a gorgeous boy pressed against me. This might be heaven. But I wish Simon seemed to feel the same.

“Simon,” I sigh, “stop looking at me like that.”

I can practically hear Simon frown in confusion. He knows I can’t see him, but I’m incredibly perceptive. I can feel it. “Like what?”

“Like I’m going to disappear the second you close your eyes. I’m still here, and I’m not going anywhere just yet.”

“O-Oh.” He lowers his head, putting his arms around my middle and his cheek over my heart. “Sorry.”

I sigh, petting his hair. “It’s alright, love, I understand. Everything starts tomorrow. Just...” I wrap both my arms around, trying to get him even closer. “Just don’t start letting me go until I’m actually gone.”

Simon growls slightly, like a defensive animal. He scoots up and buries his face in my shoulder. His grip on my waist tightens. I can feel his every huffy hot breath.

“I’m not letting you go ever,” he whispers harashly. “I promise.”

I chuckle, amused by his affection and determination. “I know, love. Me neither, and I’m going to fight like hell to stay. I promise.”

He starts moving around. I can’t see what he’s doing from my angle. Suddenly, Simon is lifting up my hand and putting something around it.

“Simon, what are you-”

“It’s for good luck,” he blurts. “For tomorrow.”

I lift up my wrist. It’s a rosebud bracelet like the one he's wearing. But strangely, the flowers are black instead of pink. It looks handmade. The roses are meticulously hand coloured, each flower obviously glued on one by one. I strain my neck down to kiss the top of Simon’s soft hair. He squeezes my sides

“Thank you, love,” I whisper.

Simon hums in approval. I fall back and look back out the sky. We go quiet again, and I bask in the moment. This perfect moment just before the storm really starts. With Simon against me, my fingers in his hair, him breathing softly, gripping my shirt, and everything calm around us.

For a long while I thought I wanted to burn the whole world down. But now, I think I could be content just staying here forever.

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Watford is looming over me even more than usual. I feel like the whole building is going to lean down and fucking eat me. Students walk in without noticing me. Most look like they’ve been hit by a bus, with messy hair, baggy eyes, and piles of loose notes in hand. I try to look calm, but my hand is fiddling like mad, spinning Simon’s bracelet over and over. The smooth glide of it is comforting. I try to focus on that. Until something crashes into me so hard I nearly fall over.

“Fuck!” I wheeze.

Suddenly, a familiar freckled face pops in front of me. “Hi.”

“Bloody hell, Simon,” I breathe out harshly. “You scared me, arsehole.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, absolutely not sorry at all. He’s wearing his rose flower crown again. He does tend to wear it when he’s excited. “You seemed really deep in thought, love.”

I sigh, running a nervous hand over my hair. “Just, this is it. Whatever I do starting now decides my fate. Ugh, Christ, that’s so over dramatic.”

“It’s fine, I understand. And don’t worry.” He reaches down to squeeze my hand, the one with the bracelet on, his matching one right next to it. “You’re going to do great.”

“You better! Or I’m going to have to deal with a very weepy Simon.”

Penelope Bunce saunters her way up to us, pushing her glasses up her nose. Simon grins and throws his arm around her shoulders. “Well, if you taught him well, then we all should be fine, right?”

“Teaching can only get you so far depending on the person.” She flashes me a smug as all hell look, and if Simon wasn’t in my way, I swear I’d kick her. But that smug smile soon becomes genuine, and to my utter surprise, she walks in front of me, stands on her toes, and ruffles my hair. What the hell?

“Good luck, Baz,” she says. “You might not want it, but I’ll give it anyway.”

Huh, not what I was expecting. But I certainly appreciate the sentiment. I nod. “Thank you.”

She nods in reply, then turns to walk into the school. Simon and I are the only ones left outside. I feel him lean against me, his arm perfectly lined up with mine.

“Good luck,” he whispers. “I don’t think you need it, but I want to say it.”

I kiss the top of his head. “Thank you, love. Good luck to you too.”

In a split second, before I can register what happens, Simon reaches up, turns my head, and kisses me. It’s insistent and passionate. He’s obviously holding nothing back, so I don’t either. I put hands on his hips and pull him against me. Simon’s arms wrap fully around my neck, pressing us together even more. If I could, I'd never let go.

But we do have to pull apart eventually, though our faces stay close. I keep my eyes closed and lean my forehead against his. He breathes heavily. The smell of cherries tickles my nose.

“Good luck,” he whispers.

“You already said that,” I reply. He smacks my head lightly.

“Shut up.”

“Nope. If I do well, you’re going to be stuck with me and my smart mouth.”

He pulls back, letting his arms fall down until we’re holding hands. “Yeah, I know. So go ace those goddamn tests.”

I start walking us towards Watford, fingers laced together, so tight and unwilling to part. “As you wish, love.”

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AN: I know this chapter may feel like filler but I wanted it really badly. Baz needed to settle shit with his friends of course. And Simon and Baz need some normalcy through all this craziness. Like, I wanted them to have a calm moment before exams. I also felt like I needed to show them being normal. Just them go on normal dates with no snogging and being happy together. Sorta shows they could continue after this insanity and excitement, hm? Hope that got across. This is probably unnecessary but I always feel the need to explain my writing. Thank you for reading! And thank you again to the amazing fan artists! :D

Chapter title is from "War" by Sum 41

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

My Thoughts On The Youtuber Channel “Little Light Studios”

first of all, I had to take some nice breathes in and out, to try to calm myself.

because frankly, after discovering about them, and their view on Anime...

I was pretty much peeved.

first time I found out about them about well a little bit ago,

I wanted to just look up something to listen to, like songs from Sailor Moon.

but then I saw a video that talks about how another Channel has some misinterpretation about cartoons/anime.

I had to look up the name of the video that has to do with “Anime Exposed”

to find the channel responsible.

let me say this, there are different anime in the world,

not all of them will be for kids, and it is the parents (no matter if they are a dad & mom, two mothers or two fathers or even a renny & mom or dad & renny)

responsibility to make sure that the little kids DO NOT watch some anime that is not meant for them, not until they are in the proper age to watch it.

and if I had to guess, not all humans know that the whole “star” thing

it’s called a pentagram right? it’s original meaning was of course demonetize.

but that can not be helped.

you know what is like to be hurt by a toxic religious person..?

I had been hurt by a toxic religious person before,

just because I believe in Mother as well, don’t mean they make me feel bad,

I mean I still believe in God and even Jesus.

but that Toxic Religious person I encountered a few years ago,

had no right to make me feel bad about me believing in a Goddess too,

and I’m pretty sure I did mention my gender identity as well that time.

like I said before, I still kinda still see myself as my biological-sex/gender,

but I also see myself as non-binary too.

that person had no right to misuse those words at me,

saying “may the lord have mercy on you” or it might of been “may god have mercy on you.”

I even pointed out how bad it was making me feel, and what did they do...?

they kept saying it to me again, they were making me feel really bad, hurt my feelings and making me cry, and did they care...?

if you guessed “No They Did Not”, then you will be correct.

I had to block them because of it.

also I didn’t watch the full video that talks about how wrong the source of the bad mouthing anime, because I had to look up the source, and from what I can tell.....they are toxic...

I had a really bad experience with a toxic religious person...

I don’t mind if a friend is religious or even atheist.

and I don’t believe you should force a religion to someone,

 it should be of his or her or their free will to convert.

and the whole Virgin May being 12 To 14 Years Old when she had Jesus,

is obliviously a lie that HUMANS wrote.

she was 16 years old, and yes I used my pendulum to ask that question.

the one I was trying to get that very answer from, well I was trying to ask Azriel.

even if he might end up pulling a prank on me, at least it wouldn’t be a mean one, like a certain Angel, who I trusted on March, but now he has a restraining order on him, he can still help other people, but he is NOT to get too close to me......

even if I can still trust Angels, I want to remain causation around those who would try to hurt me “to make me better”

even if Angels (well Full Angels, who aren’t Earth Angels and made up both a Angel & Human Soul) are suppose to be like Good...

there is somethings that Angels should make sure to do,

and that is not cause emotional harm or let emotional harm befall someone too many times after they had gotten better from another bad feeling.

I don’t believe that Angels should just ignore this very important thing,

yes there are duties can be important, but you can not neglect the emotion of the heart/soul of the very beings you are trying to help.

or let some Youtube Channel like “Little Light Studios”

just assume things about Anime.

perhaps once I do cool down a little more, I will try to fully watch that video, where they will possibly bad mouth Anime....

 I am a bit more fine than I was starting to feel when I found out about that channel.

it’s no wonder I am Semi-Misanthrope.

at least not all religious people are like that, and don’t take some Anime or Cartoons the wrong way.

another thing that humans should know, is that before Anime....

that disgusting stuff that was mention, was around even before technology.

and humans should not place the blame unless it is something like a certain Movie that one of the heads of Netflix refuse to get it off there, because of the age of the main character of the said movie, and even if I haven’t watched it,

just looking up the info on it, tells me how sick and filthy the man is who refuses to make it go away....

also because of a animated story on Youtube I had watched before,

that has to do with what happen to a girl, and how her mother had to take care of the new baby, and had to wait to tell the said baby girl the truth of what went down.....

I wanted to pray a blessing of protection for all the children who suffer from what that girl did....

even if it might seem mean and might be a bit cruel to some humans....

but hoping those who even try anything, will get a bad tummy ache and a headache, so they wont be able to do anything really bad, is best than hoping worse for them....even if ya might have those thoughts just a little bit, ya try to bury them deep deep DEEP down....

I do hope that maybe other people will pray for a blessing of protection for children too, there was more to what I was asking for, but I rather not say what it is....

but even if there are good people in religion,

there have been some really bad people in it,

that have done unforgivable stuff.

most of them being Priests, who are equally as bad as some Scoutmasters and those who work under them...

 maybe I should try to do some meditation after I play my Xbox,

it might help...maybe...?

I know there can be different levels of toxic-religious people,

if someone is semi-toxic religious, then it means they aren’t as bad as the full kind of toxic religious person.

I know I can’t tell my family that I’m not Christian, after discovering that.

it turns out I am both a Ma-Acolyte & Neo-Christian.

I can’t tell my family I am Ficto-Aroaceflux (or just Aroaceflux for short)

I did try to tell my Mom, well first I wanted to hear her thoughts on Asexuals.

but she misunderstand that all Asexuals are Gay,

not like there is anything wrong with that.

but all Aces are different, some will have a double sexual/romantic identity.

like some who are Aces, will be either Biromantic or Panromantic or even Omniromantic....or will just be Ace or Aceflux or Aroace or Aroaceflux.

plus I had discovered that my species identity is Demi-Human.

anyway I did want to tell my Mom, that I am Asexual Flux...

but her view and misunderstanding about all Asexuals being Gay,

and I know the bad view of those who are....

another thing to know is that even someone who is Ace,

can be Heteroromantic, I guess it would be like Heteroromantic-Ace...?

 I know there is that whole toxic view thing, sometimes when you are a kid

you grow-up believe it to be true, until you start to learn and see the view you were told was wrong, was something that was not really wrong at all.

but sometimes, you can’t tell your family they are wrong, because you become scared of them hating you or giving you disapproval if you try to come out of the Ace Closet.

I am in the Ace Closet, and can only be open about it online.

I did try to come out of the Ace Closet, to try to tell family,

but because of the obvious disapproval, I had to hide the fact that I am Asexual

and try to drop it.

I even had to hide in my room, where I had cried.

my feelings were hurt, I was lucky I didn’t end up crying in the room where I was trying to ask my Mom about her thoughts about Asexuality.

I can’t ever EVER tell my family that I am Aroaceflux, or about my new religious belief or my gender identity or my newly discovered species identity.

I know that they wouldn’t approve.

I was curious, so I decided to ask if Solomon approves of my identities

(as in the whole Gender, Species and Aroaceflux Identity.)

well according to my pendulum, he doesn’t.

well he ain’t the boss of me, well I might technically be his daughter,

like any other of his descendants....

but he misused his power, just like his dad....

and when I say “daughter” I mean being his Descendant Granddaughter.

when I was watching a Anime, I started to really think about the meaning of Grandparents and Grandchildren.

your Grandparents, are still in a way, a Parent to you, even if they didn’t bring you into the world, they are still technically your Parents too, and so are your Ancestors, just in a different way from the ones who brought you into world,

and or who adopted you.

Solomon is a Butt, just because he is my Ancestor-Grandfather,

don’t mean I can’t see him as being a butt...

I can’t help but wonder if his actions will affect his own descendants...

which sadly I am one of them, and if I was allowed and able to...

I would kick his sorry butt...

the only good thing about being his Descendant-Daughter,

is that I will NEVER take the throne, and after the stuff that went on before...

I rather never have anything to do with taking the throne, and be happy to be biologically female, so being his descendant, being born biologically female is in a way, a super blessing.

 I’m pretty sure some info I had heard about before,

is that it is only the MALE descendants can take the throne,

but it can’t be the descendants of Solomon.

Best. News. Ever....of All Time.

after talking about Solomon (and possibly the other stuff before him.)

I had the need to listen to Lily Allen’s Song F**k You.

maybe that tarot card reading that creepily did mention about Gemini having Royalty in The DNA, was right....maybe in a way I am breaking a cycle from my ancestors....them mentioning some names I know, was kind of scary.

I wish not to say the names that was mention, it was way too real there.

 I wonder if it would be either funny or ironic,

that a biological female descendant of King David and Solomon,

would end up playing the song “F**k You, By Lily Allen”

Lady Godiva is the Better Ancestress.

it is just my view, not everyone has to agree about it.

but I am ashamed of those two for different reasons.

one King David, didn’t freaking punish his sicko of a son

who had hurt his own daughter, and if Grandpa King David had what we have now, he would get in big trouble for not punishing his sicko of a son.

oh and let’s not forget that he was coming on to a married woman,

who he ended up killing the husband of the said woman.

and even if Grandpa King Solomon, did end up meeting Grandma Naamah.

which I’m not really sure if it is true that Asmodeus did have a hand in it by accident that those two met....

but even after meeting Grandma Naamah, he could of just gave that ring back from where it came, the misuse of power is too great.

plus I do worry such power that he had on his person 24/7,

may have imprinted into his DNA and cause it to accidentally be inherited by his children and his children’s children and so on and so forth.

But I think I might just be a bit paranoid about that.

I got enough to worry about with the whole Asmodeus thing....

plus with the readings that the sign for Gemini keeps getting.

I should try not to worry about it, and well to be honest....

I might have had him on my mind WAY too much, maybe since 2020.

I try not to think about it too much, and try to think logically.

knowing that it has to be a trick and well maybe it is a good thing not a lot of people believe that he and some other being exist.

after listening to Lily Allen’s Song, I decided to listen to something else.

I am listening to Into The Night By Santana feat-Chad Kroeger.

 I hope toxic-religious people don’t try to find something wrong with that song.

I am not having any of that.

and I sure as of a Mother of a Dastard, ain’t gonna let no toxic-religious person

say that something really bad about the Ghost Rider Movies.

(you don’t have to like the movie, but don’t dislike it because it has some stuff in it that some will view as “the work of the devil”....)

yeah it has some man in it that was suppose to be some “Devil”

that the guy who becomes the Ghost Rider, makes a deal with.

but it was so his dad would get better, but the deal had a twist.

but the power that was given to him,

turned out to be from a ANGEL who went bananas crazy.

plus the boy in the second movie who ended up being the son/vessel   

 of his so called “demon dad” but that doesn’t mean that the boy had to be just like him, and he did the right thing by returning the power back to the man who is known as the Ghost Rider.

I like both the first and second movie of Ghost Rider, and I hope there will be another one someday.

I should try to do some stuff to take my mind off of jerks that end up peeving me off when they are either the normal type of jerk or the toxic-religious type jerk.

sometimes those types can bring the worse out on someone.

I wasn’t even planning to talk about this stuff tonight,

I just wanted to play on my Xbox, even play more of Mass Effect,

and even watch some stuff on my Xbox as well.

I did NOT need to find out the bull that is going on with that Little Light Studios.

those who are subscribe to them,

don’t have to agree with me being disgusted by well what I had found out.

I know you can’t make everyone see reason,

if you are born into a super toxic religious family,

and you end up being well having a different sexuality or gender identity,

than what you are expected to be.

sometimes, it is safer in the closet....

even though my feelings were really hurt, when I knew I couldn’t tell my Mom about me being Ace (well Aroaceflux ) and I had to keep it a secret and keep it together and acting like nothing was wrong, then going back in my bedroom and letting myself cry.

I know others have it way worse, even if I did come out of the Ace Closet to my Mom, it is likely she might still love me but will try ways to “fix” me...

maybe try to get me dates, with some guys I don’t know and might not feel comfortable being alone with because of well, I did mention I do have

Semi-Androphobia &  Virginitiphobia.

a few years ago I did have a panic attack while in the car.

it was a little dark, and I was alone and it was when we were getting ready to move to the house we live at now.

I was scared of certain stuff happening.

even during the day, I don’t like being left along in the car.

I mean I could go inside the store, but I don’t feel like doing that very much.

I think I am doing a bit better since that panic attack happen.

I think my Virginitiphobia has become a Semi-Virginitiphobia too.

 so maybe it is a improvement.

and if there is some form of therapy for Virginitphobia,

even though I still have my V-Card, I know I wouldn’t want to go through Exposure Therapy for Virginitiphobia.

I don’t think I can trust that, maybe the talking it out maybe...

but that exposure therapy, I am not sure I would trust it.

even if it is true some use a virtual reality

(I tried to look up how it is done, and one of the info had something about virtual....)

I wouldn’t fully trust it.

even those who still have the V-Card and have Virginitiphobia, can still be cautious, even when it comes to therapist, who might want to use the exposure therapy.

what sucks is that some, think that type of fear is a mental illness.

anyway, I don’t think I am a very big fan of Little Light Studios.

when I can I will try to watch the full video that I had found that belongs to them, that talks about Anime.

but once again, before Anime, and even technology.

back in the stupid ages,

there were humans who have done sick and twisted stuff.    

 just like how Grandpa King David’s Sicko of a Son hurt Auntie Tamar.

worst daddy ever, of all time.

and Grandpa Solomon ain’t no better....

I guess maybe, I am glad I had admitted to the whole Asmodeus thing,

but I am trying to not to think about too much and try not to be tricked.

I guess some might take it really seriously or tell me I have nothing to worry about, and it will stop soon....well I am gonna hope that there is nothing to worry about and it will stop soon.

I don’t mind the fictional versions of him so much, and well I am gonna just try not to think of well ya know.

plus even if there are other Gemini who might be going through a different thing, that has to do with some guy or gal or other, who is romantically interested in them but they are trying to push that kind of persons away, because it is likely they just gonna hurt them and break their hearts.

if by chance, some of those readings do match some Geminis but not all Geminis....

I rather think that if half of those do match me, it is most likely a trick and a way for me to be tricked by Asmodeus.

the best thing I can do, is try to make sure to take my mind off of well that stuff.

and maybe check on the readings for Gemini, and hope it does show that it turns out it has been a trick the whole time and I was in the right to try to ignore it and try not to fall into a trap.

I am NOT being a Tsundere, just to be clear.

and yeah at times, he has been on my mind, I think it started sometime around 2020, and I want to try to hope for the best that it is just some form of trick and I can just try to take my mind off of it.

I can’t talk to my family about it either, I guess I could pray for some kind of sign about the whole thing...but I think I will wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to ask that kind of thing.

I even started to worry that the reason no bird had moved into the bird house,

is because of Asmodeus, and I started to remember another time when I was a little girl, when we had pet birds and they died too soon.

 I kind of want to hope and pray that either a crow or raven move into the bird house.

maybe I am just being paranoid about whole bird thing, I mean it takes time and I just gotta try to be patient.

I just need to try not to be tricked and I need to try not to let toxic-religious people get to me so much either.

maybe I should wait a few days or maybe a week, before I try to watch any video by Little Light Studios.

I have only known that channel for a short time, because I had only found out about them tonight....but I still don’t like it.

  not all anime/cartoons will be for children,

some will be for everyone, but some will not be.

some really mature stuff, needs to be hidden away from little kids,

and try to explain to them that they are too young to see it.

and making sure to hide it really good, so they can’t find it.

oh and this is what had kind of freaked me out

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jb-7BO-Yjwg

it is still a good reading, but some stuff that was said, did freak me out.

I mean I am a Gemini and I am a descendant of Royalty.

but I am pretty sure there are other Geminis who saw that, who might be descendants of royalty too.

I am just gonna try to hope that reading was about a different Gemini who is a descendant of royalty.

even if they said “You Are Next In Line To The Throne.”

I don’t want it....Nope, No Thank You.

Fudge This Cheese I’m Out.

the reading was still good and interesting

(still was freaky to me because of reasons.)

but at least the person who did the reading, isn’t a bad person.

or a super toxic religious person.

I think I should try to make sure to take off my mind off of those Little Light Studios.....

even if someone does point out about some stuff on Anime,

like there are some Anime and even Cartoons,

that are not for little kids, and parents should know that fact.

and if you were a little kids when you were exposed to some mature stuff in movies, once you get older, you get the knowledge that let’s you figure out

that you were too young to watch some stuff you were not suppose to.

so you try to make sure the same mistake doesn’t happen again.

I try to keep any M Rated Video Games and Movies or Shows,

away from little cousins.

I have my reason to want to keep my guard up when it comes to both demons and angels....and I don’t just mean the fallen angels.

I’m just gonna try to take my mind off of that Youtube Channel

that peeved me off.

I at first wanted to talk about that whole Youtube Channel,

but I started to talk about some other stuff too.

like admitting about the whole Asmodeus thing, but I am doing my best to try to keep my mind on other stuff. 

 anyway I’m gonna just go back to what I was going before finding out about that Little Light Studios, I don’t think they would care about how they might of not only peeved me off, but others as well.

I still think it is best that I wait maybe a few days, maybe until June,

to try to fully watch their video that talks about Anime.

I love Anime, but I will try to fully watch their video, even if it might end up peeving me off.

either later or tomorrow, I will try to do some relaxing meditation while listening to music.

I’m gonna hope the next time I sign in, I can just check out some stuff on here and or work on and post the Undertale AU idea I came up with

that’s called The Journal Of Chara.

I don’t feel like trying to write the next chapter now, for obvious reasons.

another thing I should try to keep my mind off of,

is the whole Pepe Le Pew thing, of course some humans aren’t gonna mention the times he has been a victim at times, or the fact that Amy Rose or Fifi La Fume are just like him in a way.

sure Amy has gotten better, the Sonic Boom version of her and the Sonic from that series, is one of my OTP’s.

I really hope that Pepe and even Fifi, are rebooted to keep them safe.

anyway I best go before I make this any longer....

and try to keep my mind off of what I found out about, which had to do with that whole thing about “Exposing Anime.”

see ya later, stay safe and hope you all understand my feelings about all that.

the next time I sign in, I hope to just check out some stuff on here,

and post up some drawings or just write the next chapter of my AU-Story. 

PS:

I want to play it safe,

so I put mature warning for one of the tags for this. 

and I really will try to watch the full videos of Little Light Studios....

that talk about the Anime.

just not now, I am still peeved towards them, so it’s best that I wait until next month to try to fully watch any of their videos.

I want to try to stay away from their videos, until maybe a week or more.

[andieperrie18]

TITANIA ( P.PARKER FANFIC ) SNEAKPEAK

Sound of Alarm blaring *

The annoying sound of Tiana's alarmed across my room waking her from her tranquil slumber.

" Good Morning Ms. Tatiana. It is time tp wake up. " A female robotic voice named FEI, said from the hidden speakers of her room. Tiana rubbed her eyes and hummed as a response before she brought down his feet to the floor, standing up and walked her way out of the bedroom. As she made it to the kitchen, a small robot sweeped the tiled floors of the kitchen. " Tee-yaah- " the robot said as Tia smiled and went to the counter.

" Good morning Wall - E. "

After breakfast, Tiana took a quick bath and got dressed into her school uniform. She straightened her skirt and cardigan and began tying her hair in a pony tail and put on her big rimmed glasses.

She didn't wanna risk attention because being a Stark has its perks. Tony's gene in good looks had been passed to her and had been enhanced.

Tia's POV

" Ms. Tatiana, Mr. Rogers is on the line. " FEI announced as Tiana finished buttoning her cardigan. " Put him on the screen. " I commanded as the computer did. A holographic screen appeared beside me as I continued to fix myself.

The screen revealed the Star Spangled Captain.

" What Is it Captain? " I asked as I looked at the video call on my peripheral vision.

" Stark and I didn't agree on terms. " he confessed after a long silence.

I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. as a hacker and a undercover agent. Code name Titania. Yes I am the mystery Iron Girl who went to Sokovia to aid the Avengers under Fury's orders. I'm no fan of Iron man nor Tony Stark. I don't really see him as anything. In short, I hate him. Not after what he's done.

I see him at the tower but I use my code name when I go there. The only one I told my name and story is Steve. I see him as a father figure to tell you the truth. His innocence about the modern world made him a fun person. We had bonded like son and father. I don't really do girly things nor I am into them.

" We'll talk about this tonight Steve, I have class. Mr. Harris doesn't like his favorite student absent in class." I said as I looked at my watch. He laughed.

" Be good. And be nice. I don't want to be called in the middle of the night about you pounding a kid into pulp with nothing but a broom. " he said.

Even in science schools, there are still assholes.

" Take care kid. " he said as I smiled and head out to the door. " FEI, you know the drill security system, deploy. " I command.

" Security System has been deployed. Take care Ms. Tatiana. " with that, I left to the door and head to the nearest bus stop and waited for my school bus. Minutes later it came and took me to Midtown School of Science and Technology.

" Hey Mich." I greeted my curly haired friend as I sat beside her. " Sup. " she smiled at me as we sat silently at our seat. We started conversating about how about our assignments. " Hey Mich, and Tia. " Ned, my other nerd friend greeted as Peter waved.

Peter Parker also known as Spider man. I've done some fair research about him. To tell you the truth, he doesn't like what I do to his crush.

The day went on as I found myself in the cafeteria with the two boys. I ate my salad as I read Rick Riordan's The Lost Hero.

" Hey, your gawking at her again Peter. Eat your food. " I heard Ned said as I turned my eyes to Peter who was dreamily looking at Liz Allan as she passes by. Yup, your correct, he has a crush on her.

" who wouldn't she's smart and beautiful. " he praised. I can't help but scoff making him look at me.

I am Midtown Schools Of Science and Technology Top Student. On first always with Liz Allan hanging on two. She was the star here until I came. Michelle liked how I would bring her to the ground.

" Shut up, Tia. " he said. I just returned back to my reading and ate a spood full of fruit salad. I made my way to class after lunch. I did my usual. Acing everything.

" You need to sign up for this. " Michelle showed me a flyer as I closed my locker.

" Whats this? " I took the flyer. It was a talent contest.

" For what? I don't dance, Mich." I said as I walked away. She followed me and swung an arm on my shoulders.

" Wait! Hold on. Liz is joining. You can kick her ass with your killer Violin skills besides the Vitality Strings wants to join and your one of them. At your music class tomorrow, Damian is going to bug you to join. I'm pretty sure you don't want him clinging on to you the whole day so think about it? " she pursuaded. I always saw her as an Aphrodite child, she always have a way to charmspeak me. Don't judge me, I read to much Percy Jackson books and Heroes of Olympus books.

I sighed.

" You really are a Piper Mclean. Stop using your charmspeak on me or I will call Festus to toast you. " I remarked as we continued to walk to our last class. She just continued to smile with a amusing look.

" Oh please, I'll have Leo in my grasp before he could even turn me to crisp. " she defended. I sighed. She always love watching play the Violin. She gladly swapped classes with Ned just to see me in Music class.

" Fine. But no Dresses. " I bargained. She gave me a ' wtf? ' look. " No way!! You need to stop covering your beauty! " she said.

" Don't like attention. We can do this all day ,Mich. I already entered the contest. " I reminded as we sat down to our seat. She sighed " Fine. " I smiled and listened through the discussion.

I made my way home after class.

" FEI, turn off Security Protocol and activate Guard Protocol." I commanded as I entered my house. " Yes Ma'am. Ms. Potts left you dinner. She cooked. " FEI notified as I changed into some comfortable clothes.

Mom always do that. She would always cook for me for my dinner. She was living to Stark. I know that their together but that won't change a thing. I made it to the kitchen and sat infront of the dining table as FEI placed my dinner infront of me.

A note was placed on the lid.

" He misses you. Eat well sweetie. Love, Mom. " I ignored the He missed you part and smiled at Love, Mom. She still keeps on pushing me on seeing and forgiving my dad. To tell the truth, I don't know how to forgive him. I don't think I can yet.

I just pushed the thought and ate my dinner. I need to call Steve later.

Only in Wattpad.

[very-grownup]

I wrote what could charitably be called a short story this week that is also and actually spoiler-soaked fanfiction for Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice.

They sat in the dark office, lit only by a few small, flicking candles and the moonlight coming through windows that had, until earlier in the week, been boarded up for over twenty years. In the morning, twenty years of grime and sadness would need to be washed from them, twenty years of detritus and cobwebs brushed away, and probably some crooked, hastily nailed and imperfectly removed nails would have to be removed or ground down before someone injured themselves. For now, though, that the windows were open to filter in the wavering lights of the night was enough.

They say; the two sons of the rebel leader and insurgent, Dhurke Sahdmadhi, and the daughter of the queen who had sought his arrest and execution. The children of the queen who had been thought long dead sat with the son of the sole victim of the blaze that had engulfed the royal residence, the man who was the first victim of what would be a subtler fire, nearly consuming their shared homeland, almost wholly consuming three childhoods, and leaving three orphans, of a sort, several times over, their fates and lives tightly bound together while simultaneously finding themselves strangers in the ashes.

In the morning, the Magistrate of the High Court of Khura'in would be meeting with senior court advisors, priests, and a selection of foreign lawyers who were experts in the intricacies of the constitutional laws of their own countries. They were surprised, all three, that they were not invited to this meeting and, beyond that, were not permitted to be present. Things were changing for the Kingdom of Khura'in.

In the morning, the old sign outside the office would be taken down before it could fall on a pedestrian and open the heirs of Dhurke Sahdmadhi to personal injury liability claims that one of them could ill-afford. A new sign, with a new name, would go up, and outdated law books and unnecessary notes of rebellion would be cleaned out. Everything was changing.

For the moment, though, things remained, if not as they had always been, then somewhere between how they had once been and how they might be in the future that they would be responsible to begin forging when the new day dawned. A bottle of wine sat between the three of them and three coffee mugs, chipped with cracks like spider webs in their finish and stains circling their bottoms that even diligent scrubbing had been unable to remove, sat before them. Two mugs were filled with dark wine; the third had wine with water after an argument that had been as unexpectedly passionate as it had been loud.

"What was he like?" she asked. She gripped her mug with both hands, the hold so tight her knuckles stood out, bone white in the dimness. Despite fighting for her right to take a portion of the wine, she had not yet lifted the mug to her lips, nor had she let it go since it had been put in front of her. She held it as though afraid if she loosened her grip she would lose it and, with it, her right to share in whatever this evening might be with the other two.

"A good man," he said. His tongue was quick from what might have already been too much wine and the fear that if he didn't speak, a silence would spread between them and never be filled. Across from him, the other man made a noise, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but a placeholder hum in lieu of opinion as he thought with his eyes closed, mug touching his lips for the wine to be tasted slowly, gracefully.

"That is not an answer," she said, anger heating her words and cheeks as she turned a glare of practiced imperial fierceness on him. "Those are words that might as well be ritual; nothingness to fill ears when hearts are judged unfit to hold truer things. For example, I could say my --" her voice held the slightest crack, grief piercing the clouds of anger "-- my father was a good man." She swallowed; the grief a lump in her throat. "And that would not be true. None of it would be true. But you would not dare correct me, would you?"

"No," he admitted, "but you probably have to pick your fights pretty carefully with someone who could have you executed."

She drew her breath in sharply. The other put his mug down and held up his brand-burnt hand before she could rise to the thoughtless bait of the words. "No, but it is important to recognize the differences between untruths that protect a heart, or a society, and lies that facilitate deception, that hurt a people with their falsehood."

The anger was let out in a puff of air directed downward, making ripples in her drink. She settled for, "I would not have you executed for speaking the truth, Horn Head."

"I know. It was a joke."

"A poorly thought out joke."

"An American joke?" she asked.

"Though they are often one and the same, I believe with time you will find that, in this particular case, it is a joke from a sense of humour that has its roots in this land as much as you yourself do."

"A rebel joke, then," she said and regarded them both with a frown, as though either could now be suspect as a potential source for inappropriate or ill-timed remarks.

He snorted and drained his mug before reaching for the wine bottle, which the other moved just beyond his grasp with a warning look. He kept in check the impulse to stick out his tongue, barely, remembering just who he was with and the strange position of authority he found himself in, at odds with everything that had come before. Instead, he turned his gaze to the faintly lit memorial shrine below a picture of Dhurke Sahdmadhi. Small, fresh white flowers were placed at it every day. (There had been another picture near the location of the shrine, one bearing the wounds of disrespect and anger through the dust, as well as a perfect cut through the centre which he had quickly removed before the other two arrived.)

"I have no objection to jokes," she said, sounding more certain of this than the other two felt was deserved. "But it must be made clear: neither of you are allowed to lie to me. Ever. It simply will not be allowed under any circumstances. There must only be the truth between us. All three of us." If he had possessed another's gifts he might have been certain that he heard the smallest tremble in her voice, know that what was phrased as an order from arrogance hid the true, pleading fear of a little girl who may not have lost the most, but carried the uneasiness of not knowing how much of what she had lost had been true.

He could only make silent assumptions, his ears prone to deception in matters where his eyes would have been of little use. "He was a good man, though. That wasn't just some empty platitude. He was a man who was trying to do what he thought was right, throughout our lives and even before that, probably."

"He was a hypocritical man. He was torn between what he wanted for this kingdom and what he wanted for himself. He was never able to be truly honest with himself or us because of that. Though they belonged to him, there was a part of him that could never belong in turn to the Defiant Dragons."

"Or his sons, I guess. Uh, his kids, I mean."

"Was he a good father?" she asked. Then, in a rush: "My father was." She stuck her chin out, daring the other two to argue this point.

The words came slowly, with caution and care, being chosen by someone who rarely found himself asked a question he had not already considered, not to mention decided, the answer to well in advance: "He was a father."

"I thought he was a shit dad, at one point."

The other looked at him, surprised. "Language," he murmured and she snapped "I am fourteen, not four."

He ignored them. "Before that, I thought he was a great dad. A great person. A great lawyer and hero and just, everything that was good, you know? And I missed him, every day, and just wanted to be old enough to come back home, to get my brand and join him and you and everyone and then I didn't and I hated him and then I just didn't think of him, as a dad or anything else. And now I think I just miss him again, separate from anything else. And I wish he was here."

"As do I."

"Me too," she said, very quietly. Then, with more forced: "So that he could explain himself. To me and, and you, too! A father should not make his child cry through his actions."

He looked down, startled to find wet spots on the poorly cleaned table, and touched his face, his fingers coming away damp. Embarrassment heated cheeks already warm from tears.

"He has always cried easily; pay it no mind." The words were gentled by an affection that both had privately worried might no longer be found. "I think, upon reflection of both your unique circumstances and his approach to them, our father chose your safety over happiness; yours or his." A gentle look was directed at her. "He would have liked to know you. I think he would be proud of the woman you have already shown yourself to be."

"Don't sell yourself short. You were always on his mind, too."

"I made no mention of myself."

"Lies of omission are still considered lies." When he saw her begin to frown, he hastened to add "Not that I'm suggesting anyone's lying right now. Just thought someone could use a reminder of some basic legal principles. He was proud of you, too."

Abruptly, the mugs of both men were being refilled by a hand that was too steady as it poured. "There was nothing to be proud of. I left him. I abandon them all to try and force change from within, thinking I knew better than they did, and when I was confronted with the truth, my spirit buckled as his never did and I let myself be made a tool. He died thinking --"

"What nonsense! All children must leave the side of their parents at some point and you should have a corresponding faith that a parent knows the child they have raised, unless everyone involved is an absolute nincompoop! And I will not allow you to tell me I share blood with someone as short sighted as that!" She scowled and drank her watered wine in a gulp, too large and too fast. He scowl deepened: he was now to be held responsible for any discomfort she felt, now or in the morning.

"You should probably listen to her. She's almost sort of your boss, probably." He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles, forcing the obvious wetness away. "He believed in you. He never thought you had lost your moral path, you idiot. All he was worried about was your safety in pursuing it and what you were willing to risk. For good reason, too; you were ready to lay your own life down --"

"So were you, you reckless fool of a defense attorney! Far more than I was! You could have stayed safe in America! You should have! I certainly did my best to make coming home as unappealing to you as possible when we met in court --"

"Because the cryptic judgmental monk routine wasn't going to make me think shit was all kinds of wrong?! If it wasn't for Dhurke coming to -- sending Ms. Fey to -- if you had just talked to me --"

"As the eldest I had a duty to make sure you were both safe! Father would have --"

"He was a hypocrite and damn well didn't want you adding your body to his like some kind of legal martyr! You weren't allowed to choose death when he already had!"

The voices of the two men had been steadily rising, the loudness of one necessitating the other to be louder still, escalating volumes and tempers, two pairs of hands braced on opposite sides of the table, one standing to give his voice greater volume still, the force of his final comment seeming to shake the furniture with its power. Then, she interrupted, slamming closed fists on the table. "Enough!"

Startled, embarrassed, perhaps even ashamed and made self-conscious, the men both took deep breaths. One sat back down, clenching and unclenching his fingers, while the other continued calculated breathing exercises, punctuating them with small sips of wine.

"No one is allowed to choose death. No lying, no death, and no fighting like two beasts outside the courtroom."

"Sorry," he said, even his carefully exercised voice made rough from shouting and emotion.

"Boys," she muttered with the universal disgust of an adolescent girl.

"I, at least, keep a civil tone and volume when acting in a professional capacity."

"Says the guy who left me bruised after making a show of exorcising me for the gallery," he began, but stopped when he caught the angry crease of her eyebrows, the rapid blinking away of unshed tears.

"The spirit of the Holy Mother and brotherly love moved me," the other said dryly and he found himself cracking a faint smile in response, despite everything.

The three were silent, then, for a moment. The men drinking their wine, cautiously aware of the kindling of an old spark between them, afraid that a wrong move or word would extinguish it again, before it had an opportunity to find longer lasting fuel and grow to include the girl, who was beginning to look tired and, like any young person desperate to prove their adulthood, was refusing to acknowledge it. She rocked her chair with agitation, the sound of chair legs lifting and falling, thonk, the only sound in the dusty office.

"He wasn't the perfect dad," he said suddenly, "but it never occurred to me to want a different one."

The other nodded, slowly. "He was not a perfect father, or a perfect man, but he was ours, always. Whether we might try to disguise it or ignore it."

"It was probably -- it is probably the same with your dad, right?" he said, and he surprised them both by touching her shoulder, squeezing it with a warm hand that, though often too hot, was the perfect warmth through the thin fabric of the jacket she had impulsively wrapped herself in. "When things are a bit calmer, I have a -- friend, I guess, who you should talk to. She'd get where you're coming from, I think."

She did not shake off the unfamiliar, brotherly weight of his grasp. "I suppose, if nothing else, there is always merit to be found in cross-cultural exchanges."

"Having been there, I just caution you not to expect typical representation of the American anything from one of our brother's friends. They are not what I would describe as normal citizens."

He snorted at the jab and found himself instinctively putting a hand to her head, to ruffle her hair in the place of another, but quickly turned the gesture into another clap on the shoulder before he turned back to his wine. Although a warmth separate from the alcohol was spreading in response to hungered for words buried behind gentle mockery, there was still such thing as propriety and it would take time for the three of them to find the shape it would take between the three of them. They were siblings of a sort through shared tragedy and awkward allies in the shared goal of rebuilding the foundations of a country in the wake of a sad, confused rebellion, the two men who were responsible for presenting two sides of a whole truth to the world, and the young woman who would bear the responsibility of upholding and endorsing the truth they presented.

"No one here knows what normal is, yet."

[softly-speaking-valkyrie]

Want To Know What Bad Mental Health Looks Like For Bisexual People?

You wanna know what it is to live with people who don’t see your sexuality as real?

You wanna know what it is to live with people who think you settled for being ‘straight’ when you date someone who looks the opposite gender?

You wanna know what how bad it is when those people are your parents?

Alright then, buckeroo, I’ll fucking tell ya. And when I’m finished, and you’ve read this, don’t ever fucking think that bisexual people don’t suffer another layer of discrimination and ridiculous trauma that the other queers don’t have to suffer. 

I’m a pre-transition transgender woman who is bisexual (has known for 6 years) and is currently dating a pre-op transgender man. 

So to the outside uninformed world, I look like a dude just dating his girlfriend. And in case you need clarification, I’m not.

In the summer of 2017 after splitting up with my previous ex-girlfriend and following the worst argument with my drunken mother and father (back when they both used to drink) I came out to both of them as a bisexual, after confiding in both my grandparents who were incredibly more accepting than both of them combined. 

My parents were both, and still are both, typical conservative and right-wing thinking people who make homophobic remarks at times, don’t really ‘agree’ with people being transgender and transitioning, and have never been accepting of queer people in general. Yes, I still told them, still came out and tried to explain everything. They’re the kind of people who would say they can’t be homophobic because their friend is gay. But nevertheless, I told them I was bisexual.

Immediately my mother announced her views that bisexuality was not a thing at all, that I was going through a phase of thinking I still liked girls and that I was secretly gay and would eventually come out as gay (remember, they don’t know I’m trans, and I can never tell them following this) and date men exclusively. I told them I had slept with a man before getting with my ex (at the time) and that I still liked men equivalently to women. My mum still was not having anything of what I was saying. It was still a phase, or I was confused, or the typical bullshit ignorant fuckery parents and assholes spout because they’re too fucking stupid to listen to the people who are talking about it. No, she was right and I was wrong. Soon, I’d realise I was straight and it was a phase, or I would realise it was gay. 

The next thing she said was that no matter what I shouldn’t be telling anyone else about it, because it would then spread around the whole area we live in and everyone would be talking about them and how they had a gay son. 

Yeah, you read that right. My mum was purely, exclusively and only concerned with how this was going to affect her and her precious family dynamic. On that note of ‘family’ - my Dad had cheated on her sloppily and she forgave him and took him back, they’re raising my currently 7-year-old brother to be just like they are, they hate everyone around the area, don’t go out and neither currently speak to either of their parents. So, y’know *Vin Deisel’s voice* ‘Family’.

Oh, and if you’re wondering what my Dad thought on the subject of my being bisexual, he didn’t have an opinion. And given that he spends all day working or playing stupid mobile games that aren’t Pokemon GO, had cheated on my Mum when said brother was only 3, and is an all-around baby boomer ape, I saw that as a positive. 

But I digress. 

Skip forward to this time last year, late June of 2018, and I reconnected with an old friend who is my current partner (the transman I mentioned at the beginning), and we fairly quickly got together. My mum was really happy, like really happy, because she’d seen my previous two exes and how fucking maniacal and psychotic they both were and deemed this new ‘girlfriend’ as a good influence on me. We hadn’t really talked about me being bisexual at all in the year that had passed, and I’d never brought a man home because of course I fucking couldn’t, but I’d just been the same me as always. So when I brought ‘her’ home, my mum must have... you guessed it - “Oh yes! He’s straight!” Because remember, adults know fucking everything and if you haven’t brought a member of the same sex home to meet the family even though they don’t want you to, then goddamn it, you’re as straight as a ruler buckeroo. 

So now we’ll skip ahead to say this year, 2019, and I’ve been slowly trying to influence the family into being more accepting of other people, other cultures, and other identities. I’m being a little harsh about it because, I’m a sarcastic fuck and cannot stand ignorance, which is really ironic when both parents think I’m ignorant myself. They really like that word ‘ignorant’, which makes this cautionary tale down-right Oscar worthy. Anyway; I have a rainbow flag in my room at this point, which my Mum also put away/tried to hide from me at one point. Not only that but I have a bisexual flag pin, a rainbow flag Valkyrie pin, and a rainbow Royal Post Box pin all on my leather jacket (because being futch is beautiful) and as well as that I have rainbow suspenders. It’s pretty obvious as well from my room and all that I do, that I’m a feminist and I really really really love and cherish women. I’ve dropped hints about queer culture as well over that year gap, but my Mum is starting to get really annoyed at how ‘progressive’ I’m being around the house. She’s taking offence to how much I’m championing women’s rights, queer’s rights and people of colour’s rights, especially when we both watch The View and talk about all the horrible injustices happening in America and around the world on marginalised people. 

Then, she starts to watch Gentleman Jack (and I’m actually embarrassed to say she’s watched it all and I haven’t even started because I’ve been writing my book lately), which really fucking surprised me given at how sapphic it is. 

And then we get to today’s football match of the Women’s World Cup. England vs Cameroon and I had watched most of the game at work but got home as the second half came to a close. And here’s where you’ll find out just who my mother is. 

Mother: Look at the ref, he can’t even keep them under control! Me: Mum, she’s a woman. You can’t have a male referee in a women’s football game. Mother: What? Look at it! It’s got no tits, it’s a man! Me: Have you seen what a sports bra is? Mum, you can’t have a male ref for a women’s game! It wouldn’t be right! Mother: Well the managers are men! Seriously, look at it! Look at it! It’s a man! Its got no tits and look at its face! It’s a man!

A small loud-voiced debate ensues because my little brother starts copying my Mum and claims the referee is a man or a male. I keep saying she’s a woman, because not only is she that just by looking at her, the goddamn announcers said she was. Moreover, I was just trying to correct my Mum from using ‘it’ as a way to describe a person. I even told her outright you shouldn’t use ‘it’ when talking about a person or someone you don’t know. 

Having none of it, my mother kicked off louder than a steam engine at me. After about a minute of me and Dad talking about how good the match was to watch and how Women’s Football is amazing to see, my Mum starts to hurl abuse at me and points the finger, even so far as I was fearful to get beaten. And I have been before, even at 22. But this is not me saying I get routinely beaten, nor am I saying that my experiences are the worst kind and that I suffer more than any other queer. That is not what I’m saying nor insinuating. I’m only telling you what I get and why other queers might not get this verbal and emotional abuse for the same reasons, and here’s why. 

Mother: I am sick of you fucking having a go at me for all the gay shit! You’re not the only one who supports the gays! You’re not the only one! No one is allowed to have an opinion around you are they! Not when it comes to this gay shit are they? Fuck off! You’re horrible! You’re a horrible little fucker just because you support the gays! Well you’re not the only one! You think you fucking know me! Yeah well you don’t know me as well as you fucking think you do!

For the record, once again. I came out in 2017 as bisexual, and my Mum thought it was a phase and that I was confused. 

And some more disclaimers - this isn’t the only case of this shit, and there’s worse that I don’t want to put in here. I’m only writing this because it literally just happened. But this is why queers of other sexualities might not get this. Ace people and pan people would get this too, and we can all attest to the fucking fury and hurt it instills. 

Even after coming out, I’m still considered straight. 

EVEN AFTER COMING OUT, I’M STILL CONSIDERED TO BE STRAIGHT.

And not only that, I’m fucking punished for not acting straight. Even after coming out, and affirming for two years that I’m not, I’m still considered straight and punished and seen as lesser for not acting it. What the fuck?

And yeah, I realise now just how stupid it is writing this, but adults are fucking horrible and this is what it’s like. 

I actually wish these people were not my parents and were just dead. It would be easier. Or maybe if I was just dead it would be easier for the world as a whole? Can’t even tell anymore. 

Who cares? No one cares. Sorry for making this. But this is what shitty mental health looks like. 

I fucking hate this world.