#moon ✮⋆˙

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

@lyra-kane

HAPPY BIRTHDAAYYYY TO MY BEAUTIFUL MOON!! THIS IS AN EXTREMELY OVERDUE BIRTHDAY PRESENT THOUGH I HOPE YOU’LL ENJOY IT JUST AS MUCH (i am deeply sorry for the long wait, it’s been well over a month and I appreciate your kindness and patience so much <333) 🩷💘💖🥰😘😍💋 I HOPE THIS BRIGHTENS YOUR DAY AND PUTS A SMILE ON YOUR FACE

YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND MORE 💖💖 I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A LOVELY AMAZINGGG BEAUTIFUL MOOT MWAH MWAH💋💋

title: moon’s birthday

pairing: moon x grayson hawthorne

Moon rolled over, face planting a giant pink plushie, how it had managed to get back on the bed she didn’t know. She could’ve sworn she threw it off last night whilst trying to get comfortable. She rubbed her eyes, grinning silently, at the snoring culprit who had most likely reinstated the teddy back onto the bed. Gigi Grayson slept as sound as a still as anything, as if she was completely paralysed.

Her hair fell in uneven waves all over her face, her limbs were sprawled out every which way and the sheets were all tangled over her. Moon’s smile widened, her best friend was adorable. She rubbed her eyes and let them adjust to the light spilling in from the window, as she the sleepover hangover hit her. Going to sleep late, laughing until your ribs burnt and lots of snacks was not a good morning combo but worth it for the fun, though Moon couldn’t remember if they’d actually done 1AM karaoke or she’d just dreamed it.

She heard a soft meow so she sat up a little as she felt the weight of the mattress shift ever so slightly at the appearance of the third person in the house. Well not really a person.

“Morning Katara,” she smiled to the bengal cat who had jumped onto the bed. Katara purred, nuzzling into her for comfort, her little head butting Moon’s arm a few times. Moon stroked her gently and once Katara was satisfied with her morning snuggle, she moved over to Gigi, prodding the sleeping girl with a paw.

“Gigi’s still asleep,” Moon explained softly to the cat.

Katara purred, affectionately rubbing her head against Gigi who only responded with a small snore. She flicked her eyes back to Moon and meowed again.

“I think she looks cute too,” she agreed, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling.

The cat purred a second time before curling back into Moon. Light tumbled in from the gap in the curtain, a golden waterfall over a section of the bed, which left Katara glowing with a golden halo. Something about having Katara on her lap was so calming for Moon this morning, the softness of her fur and warmth of her body breathing calmly against her own. It was soothing for all that she had on her mind.

“Can I tell you something?” Moon murmured, out of nowhere, for a moment questioning if the cat even knew what she was saying.

Katara looked up at her, big round blue eyes wide with curiosity and sense of understanding that urged Moon to continue.

“I miss my Gray,” she sighed, finally feeling a little freer of the weight that had been stifling her from the moment he’d left the doors.

Grayson was away on a business trip, a longer one at that. Three whole weeks without him. She could barely stand it at the start but now it just felt like some sort of eternal damnation, not getting to see him, hear him, be with him. It was torture. Her limbs ached for his touch, lips missed his sweetness and heart craved for the warmth he brought it. She felt too hollow now, too shell like. It was unnatural.

Her dreams were plagued with him, her thoughts infected too, every minute of every day she couldn’t help but imagine him. It was as if though her mind couldn’t rest, wouldn’t shut off. Contact between them had been so limited to, with the differing timezones it’d been so difficult to catch each other at the right times. Moon knew Grayson would never wake her at some ungodly hour to talk despite her telling him to and she would not do the same to him either. Besides even when they did manage to find a time, Grayson usually had a meeting of sorts. Though it agonised her each and every day, Moon didn’t want to make a fuss about missing him, she had so many wonderful people around her she felt she was being ungrateful to them. Still her heart continued to be tugged upon whenever he entered her head, which seemed to be constantly.

Katara nuzzled into her further, offering a silent comfort, as if she’d been able to read her every thought.

“You miss him too, huh?” Moon smiled, stroking her in between her ears.

She meowed in agreement. Though Grayson didn’t like to admit it, he had a soft spot for Katara.

“I wish he wasn’t far away,” she sighed aloud, feeling more liberated by each sentence she admitted aloud, getting all of the built up emotion off of her chest, like a ton of bricks had finally be taken away. But soon a twinge of guilt then hit her hard, ruining the relief, all of a sudden she wondered if this was selfish to think such things, let alone say them.

Katara stood up and padded towards Gigi for a second time, putting her nose against the sleeping girl’s. She pressed her head against Gigi a few times and when she didn’t stir, Katara began to lick her softly.

“Morning Katara,” Gigi mumbled into her pillow, still half asleep, “what do you think about polka dots?”

Moon laughed softly and Katara prodded Gigi’s head again.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting up,” she groaned, gently pushing her away.

Painfully slowly, Gigi sat up rubbing her eyes, her hair sticking in every direction all poofed up and slightly frizzy, probably from all of the tossing and turning she did.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty,” Moon giggled.

“Morning Moon,” Gigi grinned back, there was an audible beat, “oh my gosh Moon! Happy birthday!”

She beamed, as she was pulled into a tight hug, “thank you Gigi.”

“Wait,” Gigi froze, “no, no, no, I was meant to wake up before you, I set an alarm and everything!”

“I know,” Moon said dryly, “it woke me up an hour ago.”

“Gosh darn it! I always sleep through them,” she grumbled, ranking her fingers through her hair.

“It’s fine,” she smiled, putting a soft hand on her shoulder.

“No,” she groaned, “I was meant to be awake before you so I could get everything ready, I mean most of it is but I wanted breakfast to be done at least-“

“Gigi,” Moon said gently, “it’s fine.”

“But I had a plan,” she pouted, stroking Katara, “it was supposed to be the perfect day!”

“It is the perfect day, I’m here with you,” she said.

It was true, any day with Gigi felt like the perfect day. Gigi was that sparkly pocketful of sunshine that could make the saddest of people smile. Half of the time Moon was convinced she was actually hiding some sort of magic power.

“Oh Moon!” she grinned tackling her with a hug, “you’re the best.”

“Not possible because that’s you,” she replied, tapping the end of Gigi’s nose gently.

Gigi only squeezed her tighter, “want to get up?” she asked.

Moon nodded in reply shifting out of bed, Katara following the girls eagerly as they exited the room. As soon as she stepped foot out into the hallway Moon gasped upon looking at her surroundings, hanging from the ceiling were paper hearts in various shades of light pink, littered across the floor were baby pink balloons, some tied together with a ribbon and some left to freely wonder. She slowly walked through, taking in every particle of glitter, every circle of confetti, every moment of thought. A vase of tulips sat on the windowsill, their rosy colour stunning against the emerald of their stems and under it sat a homemade birthday banner reading ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOON!!’

“Gigi when did you do this?” she whispered, recalling how the two of them had stayed up for hours the night before, trying to calculate how Gigi had even found the time.

“Last night,” she replied, as they came to a stop in the kitchen, also widely decorated in pink embellishments.

“But we fell asleep at 2am,” Moon said.

“Correction, you fell asleep at 2am,” she grinned, rubbing the sleep from her tired eyes again.

“You stayed up to do all of this,” Moon murmured in awe, taking in every last morsel of her surroundings.

“It’s your birthday,” Gigi laughed, “of course I did.”

“Thank you Gigi,” she wrapped her arms tightly around her, “thank you so so much!”

“I take no credit for the cake,” she said, gesturing to the table, “obviously.”

Mina laughed remembering the last time Gigi had made a cake for Grayson’s birthday. She’d gotten batter everywhere by accident, broken the oven, then whilst trying to fix the broken oven slipped in the batter she’d gotten everywhere and ended up in the hospital with a broken ankle and after all that the cake tasted horrible because she’d used salt instead of sugar by accident.

“But Savannah made it, as Libby’s on her babymoon with Nash,” Gigi explained.

On the table sat the most gorgeous cake Moon had ever seen in her life. It was in the shape of a heart and a pale pink with ‘happy birthday’ written in cursive frosting with an expert hand. There were excellently piped ruffles and borders with the subtlest hint of sparkle.

“She says happy birthday by the way,” Gigi added.

Savannah left for a basketball tournament the night before and had apologised profusely for not being able to drop out but Moon completely understood. Being at the level Savannah was at, Moon didn’t want her to drop out at all, she knew how important her games were.

“I’ll thank her later,” Moon smiled gratefully.

“I’m thinking breakfast,” Gigi proposed, “and then the day of surprise begins.”

“Day of surprise,” she raised her eyebrows, “now why does that scare me?”

She gasped putting a hand to her chest melodramatically, “you wound me!”

Moon giggled, “I’m excited, you know it.”

“Good, now breakfast,” Gigi said, rushing into the kitchen.

Katara meowed loudly, hot on her heels.

“For us all,” she rolled her eyes, petting the cat.

***

After breakfast, Gigi stopped off at her first ‘surprise’ of the day. Moon could barely contain her excitement when they pulled up to a bookstore, which pretty much was the equivalent of heaven. The two spent hours browsing, staring at pretty covers and all of the special editions, pointing at books they’d read or had but were still stuck on their everlasting ‘to be read’ lists and also showing one another the ones they wanted.

“Okay you go first,” Gigi said, excited they’d finally gotten around to one of her favourite bookshop games: finding the best book boyfriend.

“Once upon a broken heart series, Jacks,” Moon replied effortlessly, picking up a copy of the book from the table beside her to use as a prop.

“Oh 100%,“ she agreed with a wide smile, “okay, my turn…” she paused for a long while, “…Cyrus from this woven kingdom.”

“Yes please!” Moon nodded in agreement, “okay back to me, let me think… ooo I know, Aaron Warner.”

Gigi didn’t reply but her nose wrinkled ever so slightly. If you’d had blinked you may have even missed it.

Moon stood still, freezing in shock, “what, you disagree?!”

“I will forever be a Kenji Kishimoto girl,” she insisted, placing a hand on her heart solemnly.

“Over Warner,” she deadpanned, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Of course,” Gigi replied, as if it were a silly question.

“You’re crazy,” Moon laughed shaking her head, eyes roaming over the Shatter Me display.

“Puh-lease,” she replied, putting her hand up, “I don’t want some moody, rich, slightly stalkerish man, I want someone funny and bold and flirty.”

“Warner is not stalkerish,” she grumbled, folding her arms.

“He used to watch Juliette on the camera in that prison cell,” Gigi sang, suddenly very amused.

“No it wasn’t like that,” Moon defended quickly, “you’re just making it sound weird.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, unconvinced entirely.

She sighed, “Kenji literally offended Nazeera when they first met.”

“At least he didn’t keep her locked in a room,” she countered.

“That was different,” Moon retorted, not really sure how else to fight Warner’s case.

“Was not!” she exclaimed.

“Was to!” she replied, sticking her tongue out playfully.

“Fine, I can understand the Warner hype,” Gigi admitted slowly, “but I will never love him more than Kenji.”

“I guess we can still be friends then,” Moon teased.

“Don’t be silly, you could never get rid of me anyway, you’re stuck for life,” she grinned, that glint of dangerous mischief twinkling in her ocean eyes as she slung an arm around Moon’s neck.

“Oh no,” she joked, feigning a look of fear.

“Hey!” she giggled, “…so have you picked anything about yet?”

“Well I’ve been desperate to get my hand on the Lunar Chronicles, I’ve heard good things,” Moon said.

“Then let’s get them and anything else you see on the way,” Gigi said, “and before you try anything, I’m paying. It’s your birthday and I’m not taking no for an answer!”

***

Gigi did not take no for an answer and after buying Moon her birthday books, despite Moon’s protesting and reluctance, the two had decided to head back home.

“I had the best day Gigi,” Moon smiled, her head in her best friend’s lap.

The two had been shattered after all of the excessive book shopping and were ready to spend the rest of the day opening gifts and just simply spending time in each other’s company.

“You did?” she beamed, “I’m glad.”

“It really was perfect,” she hummed gratefully, “thank you,”

They fell into a comfortable silence as Gigi played with Moon’s hair, twisting it in various ways, braiding and unbraiding. The succinct rhythm so methodical and calming. But as lovely as it was, Moon’s heart suddenly ached, remembering how Grayson would often do this for her as well, after a long day.

“Do you miss him?” Gigi murmured, her best friend senses obviously heightened.

Moon didn’t need to ask who ‘him’ was.

“Of course,” she breathed.

“It sucks he wasn’t here,” she said sympathetically, her movement becoming a lot softer all of a sudden.

“I know,” she sighed, “I haven’t even heard from him.”

“Time zones I guess,” Gigi said.

“They suck too,” Moon replied.

“Absolutely,” she agreed, “but it’s okay, don’t you guys have something planned for when he gets back?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “he felt so guilty for missing it.”

It pained her remembering the look on his face when he told her he’d be away, all the apologetic kisses and gestures he’d provided before and all the promises he’d made for after. It must be killing him inside, he’s never missed one of her birthdays in all the years they’d been together.

“I’m sure he’s thinking of you,” Gigi said thoughtfully.

Moon smiled wistfully, imagining him thinking of her like she thought of him, “I hope so.”

“He is, I just know it,” she nodded, “cake?”

“Well it would be rude to say no,” she smiled, glad of the change in subject.

Gig had always had a knack for knowing exactly the right time to move the conversation, it was like she could read everyone so perfectly and yet still make a seamless and unobvious transition when necessary. It was an art.

“Agreed, entirely,” Gigi laughed, rushing out to grab the birthday cake, “oh wait we have to do candles and the song,” she added as she came back in.

“We do not,” Moon replied, biting back her smile.

Gigi put the cake down very carefully and lit the candles, grinning at the way. If Grayson were here he wouldn’t have let her within a five mile radius of the lighter. Then she sang the classic uneven happy birthday tune, with Katara in her arms, moving her little paws in time with the beat. Katara was not impressed and for the first time ever hissed at Gigi. Moon laughed at the scrunched up face of the poor cat as the song came to an end and when Katara was finally released, she came to find refuge in Moon’s arms instead.

“Betrayal!” Gigi gasped at Katara who gave her a deadpanned look as if to say ‘that’s what you get’.

“Maybe dance just isn’t her thing,” Moon said.

“But she was practically born to be a cat ballerina, a caterina,” she replied, “that’s nearly her name, Katara, caterina, I mean come on!”

If cats could scowl Katara would be scowling. Instead, she was very intently staring at Gigi from Moons lap, her wide eyes pinned to her new-found enemy with a bold ferocity.

Moon shook her head laughing and she sliced her cake and dished it up on their fanciest plates. The girls clinked their forks together in a ‘cheers’ and each tasted it. Moon took her first bite and she was sure a drop of heaven was dancing on her tongue, the perfect sweet blend of flavours, but still light and fluffy. The girls fell into a silence of worship for the cake, indulging in every delicate mouthful and Gigi managed to coax Katara back into loving her by letting her lick some frosting.

“What do want to do now?” Gigi asked her, once the two were finished.

“Movie?” Moon suggested

“Movie,” she nodded in agreement.

Together they walked into the bedroom to pick out something to watch however when they entered the room they came to an immediate standstill. Upon the bed lay two gorgeous ballgowns. One was a deep red, like sweet dark wine, a simple chique look with expensive fabric and miniature red jewels glistening to silhouette the neck line. The other was a stark navy with a menagerie of pearls crawling up from the bottom of the skirt thinning out into nothing at all when they hit the corset bodice. They were each labelled with their names, the stunning red dress addressed to Moon. She ran her fingertips over the fabric, her breath catching in her throat. It was stunning, so silky and smooth and delicate. Her dream ballgown. She immediately looked towards Gigi in thanks.

“Don’t look at me,” she shrugged, “my brother works in mysterious ways.”

She nodded towards the handwriting on the letter. Moon glanced down, it was unmistakably Grayson’s soft cursive.

‘have a ball tonight and I promise you as many dances as there are stars in the sky when I get back’

“Grayson,” Moon smiled, a warmth spreading across her chest and all through her body, blossoming the purest of love it every crevice of her being.

She read it over and over until she’d memorised each stroke of the pen and each stitch of the dress she’d been gifted. It almost felt like a part of him was here right now. She imagined him standing behind her, his chest pressed up against her back, whispering something smooth and adoring in her ear

“I can’t believe he left us these, they’re so beautiful,” she paused taking a sharp breath in at her sheer awe of the dress, “…does this mean we’re going dancing?”

Gigi nodded vigorously, “the question is where should we go dancing?”

Moon pursed her lips and mentally went through a list of places she could go, “I don’t know.”

Gigi also paused for thought and for a long while they were settled in a silence until, “what about by the lake, it’s gorgeous when it’s moonlit.”

“Oh it’s perfect,” she beamed, “absolutely perfect!”

The girls quickly got into their dresses, night falling fast. It was as if their gifts had been tailored especially to fit them, pulling in and puffing out at all the right places. Grayson knew Moon too well, the deep red accentuated all of her features perfectly, making her gorgeous eyes pop and hair radiate an otherworldly sort of beauty and the style of the dress clung to her figure in all the right places.

They were quick to make their way down to the lake, intoxicated in their own excitement, neither could stop laughing. Once bathed in the moonlight that bounced off of the crystal lake, the two girls joined hands and began to dance. Twirl after twirl, step after step, until the seconds bled into minutes and the minutes bled into hours, until their feet were so sore they’d gone numb. Mid-spin of what felt like their fiftieth dance, something pale and pink caught in the corner of Moon’s eye and she slowly came to a stand still.

She peered down, “what’s that?”

Gigi only smiled, not saying anything specific but her eyes sparkling very suspiciously.

“Gigi, did you do this?” Moon asked.

“Just follow it,” she replied cryptically, not giving anything away on her face.

Moon glanced at her curiously, wondering silently if this was some sort of reverse heist Gigi was pulling as she often did, before trusting the process taking the pink ribbon between her fingertips and following the trail. It looked as through it never ended as it lead her through the starlit park, around the trees and past the lake they’d danced beside. Though when it finally did seem to stop for a moment, the ribbon ended up outside an apartment building. Moon glanced back a Gigi who gave her a soft nod to tell her to keep going. Hesitantly, she pushed open the door, the cool metal of the handle ice beneath her hand. She glanced upwards, the stream of pink still trailing up the stairs yet it had changed a little, every few inches, something rectangular sat upon it. As she got closer Moon realised that these were polaroid photographs, but not just any polaroids, ones of her and Grayson.

All the special moments, strung together. Like their first date, first dance, anniversaries, birthdays, christmases, events and business functions they’d attended together, new year’s eve kisses and their beach days, rainy walks through forests, stargazing on a picnic blanket. It was all there.

Moon’s heart throbbed as a wave of emotion drowned her, rendering her body defenceless, her lungs breathless and her voice speechless. All these sweet moments with Grayson were ever sweeter still when she was transported back to each and every setting just by looking at the picture. The way he smelt, what he was wearing, the dimples the curved in the side of his cheek, the melody of his laugh.

“Thought I’d add a bit of Grayson to your day,” she murmured over Moon’s shoulder, enjoying watching her best friend take everything in.

“Gigi,” she breathed, tears glistening in her wide eyes, “Gigi I’m speechless, this is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“Well it’s not over yet, keep following the ribbon!”

Moon laughed, a few drops of joy spilling from her eyes. She kept hold on the ribbon as her fingertips blinded across it, following the trail, Gigi close behind. Finally it ended at the door of an apartment. Slowly she let herself in, cautiously peering around the door. It was empty, almost like a studio space with long glad windows that let the moonlight stream through them. Confused, she walked up to one of them, letting her finger briefly hover over the glass when she heard another person behind her and she knew it wasn’t Gigi. She turned around and her breath was stolen, so was her ability to formulate coherent sentences, or think logical thoughts.

There stood Grayson Hawthorne. Bathed in moonlight he looked like some sort of ethereal greek god, blonde waves glistening, gray eyes shining. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful he was with all this time away. Moon’s eyes just couldn’t seem to tear themselves away from the man in front of her and she stood deathly still, paralysed in her own shock.

“Surprise,” he smiled, a dazzling smile at that, that flashed his white teeth and encouraged his dimple to show.

Before her mind even process what she was doing, her legs were bolting towards him. She flung herself into his arms and he caught her effortlessly, gracefully twirling her around in the air, like every disney prince did to their princess. Her eyes darted every which way, taking him all in as he clung to her tightly.

“Grayson, oh my, what, when, how?” she managed to sputter, the only words she could unscramble from the mess of questions and emotions in her brain.

“It was Gigi’s idea,” he breathed in explanation, setting her down softly, his hands still lingering on her waist as if he was afraid to let her go.

She looked back over her shoulder but Gigi was already gone, “of course it was,” she said, eyes brimming with tears once again, “that beautiful girl.”

“Speaking of beautiful girls,” he smiled, “I think I owe one a birthday kiss.”

“Oh yeah,” Moon grinned, raising an eyebrow, “who’s that then?”

“I wonder,” he smiled, their foreheads pressed to one another, noses touching.

His hands tightened a little around her waist and wrapped around the small of her back, his fingers were warm and comforting. Everything felt in place and Moon finally felt home again. She really didn’t realise quite how much she longed for this until she was experiencing this moment. Every craving for his touch, voice, breath, body, matter all of it was finally indulged into. Moon couldn’t quite name the feelings bubbling in her chest, something between euphoria and passion and love. She glanced up at him, their eyes connecting with that magnetising power they’d always seemed to share. She needed this. He needed this.

“God I missed you,” he murmured, voice suddenly rough and ragged, that raw desperation he didn’t often reveal presenting itself, uninvited.

Moon’s smile widened as she looped her arms around his neck, “not half as much as I missed you.”

“You’re a bad liar with such sweet lips,” he whispered, kissing her gently.

The kiss sent a spiral of warmth from the back of her neck to the base of her spine, as if she was being pricked by a thousand needles but feeling no pain at all. She could feel the fast pace of Grayson’s heart against her own chest as his hands clambered up her body.

“That was very Shakespearean,” she giggled, against his mouth, “are you channelling your inner Romeo?”

“Only if you’ll be my Juliet,” Grayson said, ever the poet.

Moon traced her index finger lightly up and down the back of his neck, knowing what it’d do to him, “gladly,” she mumbled.

“Only without the ending,” he clarified quickly, leaning further into her touch.

“Naturally,” she laughed, tilting her head back ever so slightly.

Without warning, he softly pressed his lips to hers again, stealing the last of her laugh in his own lips, a strong hand deep within her hair cupping the back of her head tenderly. She pressed onto her tiptoes to deepen the kiss, somehow pulling his body even closer into her own.

“I didn’t stop thinking about you,” he breathed, “every second of every day you were the only thing running through my mind.”

“How funny,” she mused, “it was exactly the same for me, what a pair we are.”

“A pair indeed,” he grinned, unable to restrain his urge to kiss her any longer like some sort of deranged animal.

For the third time now, he carved his name into her beating heart and sealing the deed with his mellow lips. Moon’s whole body tingled this time, as if mini sparklers had been placed inside of her bones and had been suddenly ignited all at once.

“You look so gorgeous, love,” he said, so gently she wondered how she didn’t melt right there and then in his hold.

“Well you picked the dress,” she shrugged, as his hand trailed up the material until they cupped her face.

“I wasn’t talking about the dress,” Grayson murmured, “but now you mention it, I have excellent taste.”

“Well you picked me so you must,” she winked in reply.

“Any blind, drunk, idiotic man would have the brains to pick you, it’d be a crime not to with those eyes and-“

“Oh stop that,” she said, rosy-cheeked and warm, trying to suppress her smile.

He raised an eyebrow as he often did when confused, “what?”

“Making me feel like this,” she replied quietly.

“Like this?”

He smoothly lifted her up into his armed and spun her around again, sending her heart soaring and her laugh echoing to the room, bouncing off walls and playing of repeat. It was music to Grayson’s ears, better than any violin composition he could ever manage.

“Yes, stop,” she grinned as he finally put her down.

He pulled her a few inches closer, “and why is that?”

“Because I say so,” she shrugged.

Grayson’s smile widened, flashing those dimples that made the butterflies in Moon’s stomach start doing dangerous acrobatics, “is that a threat?” He asked, voice silken.

She bit her bottom lip slightly, “maybe.”

Slowly he took one of her hands and guided it to his shoulder, then he pressed his flat against her back. Tenderly, he slipped his free hand into hers and raised it up, “dance with me,” he murmured.

It was neither a question nor a command.

“Always,” Moon smiled.

And they did. They danced as many dances as there were stars in the sky.

EEEEEKK I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED MOON 🤭🤭 AFTER ALL THAT WAITING IF I HAVENT DONE THIS FIC JUSTICE IM SO SORRY

BUT I’D JUST LIKE TO THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP AND SUPPORT WITH EVERYTHING 💖💖 YOU TRULY ARE A WONDERFUL PERSON AND I HOPE TO GIFT YOU SOMETHING EVEN BETTER NEXT YEAR THAT’S ACTUALLY ON TIME!! LOVE YOU <333

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Still Can...

[thedoubteriswise]

nothing funnier to me than when AI does math wrong. like I get why it happens, it's a language model that's treating the numbers you feed it as words rather than integers and then giving you an answer based on how those words typically appear in a block of text instead of actually performing a calculation. but the one thing computers are genuinely incredible at. you fucked up a perfectly good calculator is what you did, look at it it's got hallucinations

[jadedfadedalmostgone]

[sixofclovers]

hecate

[darklight-owl]

Uh oh! You are now a were-animal! This means you become a human-sized animal hybrid with uncontrollable bloodlust every night!

Spin this wheel to get your species

[gardenveela]

someone commented ‘the sun, the moon and jayce’ under my previous meljayvik post i laughed so hard that i just had to draw it

[beguilingcorpse]

[bigfoots-biggest-fan]

Reblog for greater sample size.

[lovertm]

figurines by TheSafflowerField

[demilypyro]

Just watched the banned Moon Girl episode.

>the episode addresses the topic of trans kids in sports >the entire episode is about how bigots will always move the goalpost, and playing by their rules is pointless >the solution is not to play their game and break the rules >it also states that trans people should never feel like a burden >the character Brooklyn is explicitly stated to be trans >there is also an explicitly nonbinary character >multiple mentions of pride and depictions of pride flags, trans flags and progress flags

I'm not at all surprised this didn't get past the censors but I'm so mad that it didn't, because this could've been something really special, and the fact it was canned after being fully finished is downright painful. This episode was wonderful and I'm grateful to all the people who worked on it, and angry that their hard work was wasted. Disney did not deserve you.

Here's a link, as long as Disney doesn't take it down

[cansu-m]

[pirateprincessjess]

“Why would you want to make a game for the original Nintendo?? No one is going to buy that”

Jokes on you! I sold 1 copy!!!

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[landsccape]