#my boyfriend said i make her look like a lesbian when i draw her

[nouveauxamoris]

rest in peace chuuya nakahara you would’ve loved system of a down

RBS APPRECIATED!

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

hey, yall like t4t lesbian steddie? how about transfem eddie beefing coming out to her girlfriend Real Hard?

also on ao3 here

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Eddie has never been able to control her mouth. Honestly sometimes she wonders if she has some kind of medical condition that makes her incapable of saying normal things at the appropriate time. 

And this is a real problem when trying to figure out how to tell her girlfriend that she might kinda wanna be a girl too maybe. Because instead of sitting the love of her life down and calmly explaining that she’s been doing some thinking and might want to experiment with her gender more, Eddie just holds it all in until she projectile vomits the information at the worst possible time.

They’re snuggled in bed, hazy in post-coital bliss, Stevie burying her face in Eddie’s neck and nuzzling in with her nose like a kitten looking for milk. It’s adorable. Eddie half expects her to start making biscuits on her stomach.

And so when Stevie sighs contentedly, hums a little, “My boy,” with so much love in her voice Eddie kind of wants to cry, she’s not ready for the wave of wrongness that crashes over her, smashing the cozy, contented vibe in the room like it’s an actual tidal wave ripping the trailer to shreds.

So she does what she always does. Fucks it up.

“No I’m not,” she says, voice choked with panic.

Stevie stiffens against her. “What?” she asks.

“I’m not your boy,” Eddie says. “It’s not- I-”

Stevie draws away from her, and Eddie already misses the warmth. She keeps her eyes screwed shut, doesn’t want to see Stevie’s reaction to the information that her boyfriend is actually her girlfriend. And yeah, the logical part of her brain knows that it absolutely is not an issue. Stevie’s a lot of things (beautiful, wonderful, perfect, a teensy bit of a bitch but just enough to keep things interesting-), but she’s not a hypocrite, so the trans thing is obviously fine. And Stevie was well known for making her way through most of the female population of Hawkins High before she came out, so the girl thing is also obviously a non-issue.

But. That mean little voice in the back of Eddie’s head. The one that listened carefully to every bad thing anyone ever said about her- freak, monster, trash- and quietly stored them away just to take them out again when she’s alone at night. That voice is real loud right now. 

It tells her she’s imagining things, that she’s just looking for another way to be different. That Stevie will just think she’s trying to copy her, and worse than that, she’s copying her badly. It whispers that sure, Stevie liked her as a guy, thought she was attractive then, but she’s probably going to be so ugly as a girl that any attraction Stevie’s managed to muster for her weird lanky man-body is gonna just shrivel up and die. And she doesn’t even really like girly things, which she knows because she dressed up as Frank N Furter that one time they all went to see Rocky Horror, and the makeup had felt gross on her skin and the corset had been too tight and the heels had hurt- and if she’s not gonna commit to femininity what’s even the point of trying to tell people she’s a girl?

Eddie is so lost in her own head that it takes her a second to realise that Stevie has gotten out of bed. Eddie sits up, watching in confusion as her girlfriend flits around the room in search of her clothes. 

“Stevie?” Eddie asks, her voice small. “Wh- what are you doing?”

Stevie sighs, shakes her head a little. “What does it look like I’m doing, Eddie?” Her voice sounds watery, and she won’t look Eddie in the eyes, using her voluminous hair as a shield as she pulls up her jeans with shaking hands.

Eddie’s heart breaks. She doesn’t think she ever expected this, that Stevie would just leave, even on her darkest nights alone. “But- why?”

Stevie finally looks at her then, her face incredulous even as it’s streaked with tears. “Why? Why would I stay, Eddie, if this- what, was it just- just bullshit?” she says, getting more heated as she speaks, hands flying in that way Eddie usually loves because it means her girl is really getting riled up. Now it feels terrible to see, like the final nail in Eddie’s coffin. 

“I can’t believe- fuck- this is the second time I thought- I mean it’s gotta be me at this point, right? Like, fool me once-” Stevie cuts herself off with a sob, before scrubbing her face furiously and looking around the room. “Where the fuck is my jacket???”

“I don’t- what do you mean, second time-”

Stevie scoffs. “I mean, sure, you didn’t actually say the word ‘bullshit’ but that’s- you see how it’s the same right? Like, even if you didn’t- if you didn’t want me anymore, how could you-? You knew about Nancy, Eddie, and you still just-” She scrubs her face again and heads to the door. “You know what, fuck my jacket.”

And Eddie is not the smartest. Her three senior years can attest to this. But she can tell she’s missing something here, because what the hell does Nancy have to do with anything? So Eddie goes over the last couple of minutes, everything Stevie said, everything she said, and- oh. Fuck.

“I forgot the second part of that sentence.” 

She literally cannot believe how stupid she is. Stevie’s already out the bedroom door, and Eddie prays to every god who’s never believed in her that she hasn’t left the trailer entirely, because fuck knows if she has Eddie will probably never see her again. At least not for several months, and even then, only with Robin standing off to the side trying to kill her with her mind.

“Stevie!” She calls, running through the trailer at a speed she frankly didn’t think herself capable of. “Stevie, please wait! I didn’t mean to- I forgot the rest of the sentence!”

Stevie stops at the door of the trailer, turns around with an eyebrow raised in the kind of ‘I’m waiting, make it good’ expression she uses whenever the kids try to explain why they were acting like little shits this time. It’s ruined a bit, by the tears still streaming down her face and the tremble in her disapproving frown, but she’s trying. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I was trying to say- I didn’t even realise how it sounded- I love you so much and I’m sorry I made you doubt that for even a second,” Eddie pleads, her own tears running down her face.

Something in Stevie’s posture seems to soften a little, but her hand stays on the doorknob. “What- what else would you be trying to say there, Eddie?”

“I-” Eddie can’t look at her, so she looks at her own feet. “I’m not your boy, I’m your- I don’t really know. Girl? Something? Uh. If you still want me to be.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Eddie doesn’t look away from her feet.

But then, strong, warm arms wrap around her. A hand gently pushes her head into a neck. A pair of lips press into the top of her head.

“Oh E- baby,” Stevie says, softly. “I love you so much, no matter what. Of course you can be my girl, if you want.”

Eddie nods into Stevie’s neck, holding her so tight she’d be a little worried about hurting her if she wasn’t well aware Stevie was way stronger than she’d ever be. “Yes please,” she says, voice small.

Stevie presses another kiss to the top of Eddie’s head, pulls back to hold her face gently in her hands. “Love you so much, baby. And it’s with love that I have to ask- what the hell is wrong with you.” Eddie snorts, and Stevie smiles like that’s what she was aiming for. “That was the worst coming-out I’ve ever seen. And I’m including the way I came out to Dustin.”

Eddie fully laughs then, and Stevie smiles too. That really had been awful. Dustin had found Stevie’s collection of feminine clothes and underwear and had taken it upon himself to lecture her on how weird it was to keep ‘souvenirs’, until eventually Stevie had been so mortified by the picture he was painting that she had to come out just to get him to shut up. He’d since made up for it by being her staunchest defender (Eddie and Robin notwithstanding), but the whole thing was still painful enough that whenever he was being annoying Stevie could now get him to shut up with just a particularly pointed look.

“I know, it was- I got all up in my head,” Eddie says. She places her hand over Stevie’s, gently turns her head to place an apologetic kiss on her wrist, right against her pulse point. “I really am sorry. I love you.”

“I know. Now, at least. Although I hope you realise I’m gonna be using this against you for like, the rest of our lives. Good luck trying to get me to turn off the ABBA, considering you very briefly broke my heart.”

Eddie groans, just like Stevie wanted her too, but honestly ‘the rest of our lives’ sounds pretty good to her.

[dragonsdendoodles]

Any and all of your ocs

Idk anything about them but they look really cool so I wanna learn about them!!

Speedrunning fun facts about all my main OCs because I’ve got four stories’ worth of them (plus a few others) and that’s a lot to go into actual detailed shit about every single one of them

These might be weird I’m sorry I’m literally writing the first thing that comes to mind and most of them are gonna be stupid

No Stone Unturned

Kylee initially had an emo hairstyle because I couldn’t figure out how to draw curly hair

Andromeda wrote her own magic system and has an IRL notebook dedicated to that magic system

Jay is the only character I have that I have ever drawn in his current state naked and fully uncensored (mostly for projected gender dysphoria reasons)

Lucy was the first character to be added to the initial cast when I decided the earliest draft of NSU needed a rewrite

Winter was involved in Jay’s fun fact but I’m 19 years old and too much of a coward to draw dicks

Kaitlin has half a page of my sketchbook dedicated to my inability to decide on a good hairstyle for her

Carson uses all pronouns and actively makes fun of you if you just default to “he” and nothing else

Mason used to be clinically insane but then I looked at that and said “if I make my main villain the villain because he’s insane that’s probably ableist” and that’s on self-awareness

No Stone Unturned: Fauna’s Epilogue (co-written by my friend Parker)

Fauna is Andromeda’s niece and the daughter of the two oldest human OCs I have. She is the closest any of the original gang will ever come to having children of their own

Neo is probably the only straight man I have ever written

Crystal injects herself with actual adrenaline to learn to control harpy mode. Jay, another harpy, is incredibly fucking pissed at himself for not figuring this out when eventually this works

Maddie is Winter’s niece from his dad’s second family (technically the first but we’re not doing Winter angst right now)

Leah’s a Twitch streamer

Adalaide’s mom has a crush on one of Fauna’s dads and refuses to let this go to the point he got a restraining order

Logan is a catboy. Canonically.

Aster had an on-and-off fling with Neo for a couple years that didn’t go anywhere because Neo doesn’t actually like men

Colton was inspired by JD from Heathers

The Jewels in His Crown

Pallas was not named after the actual Greek character, but after the version of that character in Joan Holub and Suzanne Williams’ The Goddess Girls

Kayda can turn into a big silver dragon. Yes that does mean what you think it means and yes Pallas is into it

Henry did all of the things he does for the story, including being abandoned and betrayed by his twin sister, at the ripe old age of thirteen

Joan was initially based on someone I know in real life who I had a massive falling out with that hadn’t been resolved when I wrote her

Lucimene was named by my boyfriend, whose favorite character in No Stone Unturned is Lucy

Aurora is here because I wanted Lucimene to be a lesbian

James has had multiple names and I still don’t know if I like his current one. Initially it was Patroclus

Muddy was initially an idea for a Dungeons and Dragons character

Luke was named after Luke Skywalker, because he also has a sister

Lorelei was named after my evident misspelling of Lorelai Gilmore from Gilmore Girls

Elementary (co-written by @pollux888)

Vincent figure skates and skateboards

Jackson’s name was initially going to be Apollo

Lily was based on one of my exes who yelled at me for being a trans gay man only to come out as a trans lesbian six months later

Gallace was initially based on Glaceon but currently shares a name with my Gallade in both Pokémon Go and Pokémon Legends Arceus

Alex’s hair as a Mii in Tomodachi Life is neon pink

Leo has a very similar powerset to Leo Valdez but was not named after him if you can believe it

Enoch was named after Enoch O’Connor from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Michael was named after Michael Mell from Be More Chill

Miscellaneous

Limbo was my first ever fursona

Omega was named by my mother who does not know what a/b/o is (to my knowledge) because “he’s the last velociraptor”

Petal and Omega are were both initially a closed species that I didn’t know was closed and had a mental breakdown learning this fact because when I was thirteen I thought the cops were going to arrest me for copyright infringement

Ocean is a manokit because I wanted them to be a shark but a furry game I cannot for the life of me remember the name of had manokits and I thought they were cooler

Requiem was created when I changed my username to dragonryder21 and decided I probably needed a dragon fursona to go with it

Lux taught my mother what neopronouns were

Currentcall (Warrior Cats) was renamed from Riverpelt/Riverstar to Currentpelt to Currentcall all by fanmade games on Scratch

Sombra (Minecraft) was named after King Sombra from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Greenjay (MPHFPC) doesn’t currently have a first name

My currently nameless MLP sona has always been a pegasus for as long as I can remember. I just like pegasi I guess

[yardsards]

What made you realize you’re aro? An idea has been planted in my head of me being aro

i feel like for me, my thing was less about *realizing* i was aro and more about *accepting* that i was aro. (also talk abt my asexuality in here bc those two parts of my identity feel very intertwined. and some gender stuff as well)

as a little kid, i didn't have any crushes. i assumed all my classmates that said they had crushes were just lying or doing some kind of social performance that i (as an undiagnosed autistic who frequently felt left out by my peers' social rules) figured i just didn't get. i figured real crushes wouldn't happen til we were teenagers or something.

when i was like 13, i was clicking around on wikipedia, and found an article about asexuality. immediately i identified myself in it (and realized that oh, it wasn't the default). my confusion about why the girls my age always talked about finding guys hot finally made sense to me. it just clicked into place.

i read up more about asexuality. i looked at the asexual tag on tumblr. i learned about aromanticism and the split attraction model.

but i wasn't ready to accept being aromantic yet. i labelled myself a heteroromantic asexual for several months, maybe even a year. the idea of never having sex wasn't scary to me. but the idea of never falling in love was *terrifying*. so i told myself i just hadn't met the right boy yet and would grow into it. (you'd think a 13 year old would figure out their romantic orientation before their sexual orientation, cuz it's normal for sexual attraction to not be fully developed yet. but i was not coming from the most logical place here)

over time, seeing aromantics online, and unlearning heteronormativity and amatonormativity, the idea of being aromantic started to feel less scary. so i *began* to accept the fact that i could be aro and that would be okay, and started calling myself aromantic.

but a part of me still didn't *want* to be aromantic.

i tried looking for alternative explanations. i questioned if i was a lesbian: i now knew i didn't want to be any boy's girlfriend, but being a girl's girlfriend was never shoved down my throat (and didn't have heteronormative gender roles baked into it) the way dating boys was and so didn't make me so viscerally uncomfortable. and something about butch lesbians really resonated with me (hello repressed gender crisis). i found girls pretty to look at, and fun to draw.

and i had this female friend that i tended to cling to (i have always had a habit of clinging stronglyvto one best friend at a time in my younger years, as a weird autism-anxiety thing). i liked being by her side, and i wanted to hold her hand. i wanted us to be in each other's lives forever. i found myself jealous when she paid more attention to her various boyfriends and girlfriends than me. (later on i realized that she actually wasn't a very good friend and treated all of her friends like free therapy or pit stops between romantic partners. very high school.)

then i realized i was trans, and came out to some close friends.

and then two separate male-aligned friends both admitted romantic feelings towards me in a very close timespan. it made me feel warm when they told me they wanted to be with me. but i told them i didn't think i reciprocated the feelings. both of them told me they'd be okay with something queerplatonic instead of romantic. but i told them i wasn't sure about that either bc commitment like that was scary to me. and i wasn't sure that if i did want a qpr if i would want it with either of them specifically.

i started to think, maybe i was biromantic. the idea of being a boy's boyfriend didn't make my skin crawl the same way the idea of being a boy's girlfriend did. i wondered if maybe the reason i didn't say yes to being in a romantic relationship was just the same reasons i also didn't say yes to being in a queerplatonic relationship (commitment issues/not being sure if either of those particular people were right for me)

but i slowly realized that all of my feelings that i was hoping to fit into a romantic box just. weren't romantic and couldn't be forced to be romantic. it was all either just strong platonic love (i remember noting that it was roughly the same type of love i'd felt towards favorite cousins, who the idea of being romantic with obviously disgusted me). or in other cases were just me being lonely and wanting to be loved and paid attention to, and wanting any love i could get even if it were romantic. and being so afraid of being abandoned in favour of everyone getting romantic partners (because our amatonormative society says that friends should always come second to romantic partners, plus that first girl friend regularly ditching me for her partners increasing that fear) so i was hoping to be in a romantic relationship with the people i loved platonically so that i wouldn't have to worry about them leaving me behind.

idk if i explained it well, and idk if any of this is helpful to you. but yeah.

[the-lark-ascending69]

Any headcanons for the "Vickie instead of Eddie" AU?

Thank you sm for asking im so excited abt this au

In one hand I feel like I'm just genderswapping Eddie, or replacing him with an OC, because we know so little about Vickie that I'd be mostly making things up, so in order to avoid that I want to take a moment to properly analyze what we have on Vickie so far:

She's in band.

She volunteers to make food for the homeless

She feels selfish for complaining about her boyfriend with everything going on

She rambles when nervous, apparently, just like Robin.

She likes Fast Times and left her boyfriend over it, because he said it had no plot (possibly indicates a deeper understanding of movies)

It's little but I think it'll do. What I want to focus on is her kindness and selflessness, which already sets her apart from Eddie. Not that I think Eddie is particularly selfish, but "kind" isn't the first word to come to mind when you want to describe him.

However, in order for the AU to work, we need to translate some Eddie Traits, or Eddie Situations, onto Vickie, those being:

A reason for her to be accused of Chrissy's murder.

A reason for her not to go to the police.

A reason for the town to fear her.

Living in the trailing park, near Max's trailer.

Some loose connection to the Hawkins Crew to explain why they even care to dig deeper into the case.

The obvious connection to draw there would be Robin's crush - she notices when Vickie doesn't show up at school the next day, she talks to Steve about it, Steve dismisses it as her skipping school, etc. One interesting thing to work with is Robin's tendency to both project on other people and idealize them, which is very present in her book and podcast. She thinks she can just "observe" people and make a perfect image of them in her head, often based on her own biases, despite reality being different. She did this when she was 15, so idk of she'd still do it at 18, but I do think she idealizes Vickie a little, even in the show - she calls her the girl of her dreams without knowing her, for fuck's sake.

So now she's making up explanations as to why Vickie couldn't possibly have killed Chrissy when Max shows up and tells them she saw her running away from the crime scene. Everyone is confused as to why Robin keeps defending her despite not knowing a thing about her. She later asks Steve if she was too obvious ("Maybe a little obvious," he says "but they probably still think we're secretly dating or whatever, so you're good for now").

Now, a reason for Vickie to be accused of Chrissy's murder... I have a few ideas:

A) They were friends, and she was with her when she died (only explanation as to why she wouldn't tell the police is that she killed her).

B) She was a drug dealer, much like Eddie, and Chrissy went to her (most interesting scenario in my opinion. The juxtaposition of "cute petite girl" and "drug dealer" is very sweet to me, and it would really defy Robin's expectations).

C) She was a rumored queer, and the persecution has a strong homophobic edge to it. They only think she killed her because she's a lesbian (which is pretty much the same as a man in their eyes), and she didn't go to the police because she knew they'd think she did it.

I like B and C, I'm going with those.

So, Robin insists this couldn't possibly be, and Dustin is like "dude, she ran from the police. From the police, man" ("to be fair, I think Nancy did that like a fifty times", Steve says), and Max will say something like "actually, there is something", [insert peculiar observation + plausible alternate expalantion as to what that might mean and how it could make Vickie innocent]. More focused on figuring out whether or not this is Upside Down related or not, the Hawkins crew begin looking for Vickie, find her at Reefer Rick's etc. She doesn't react violently like Eddie did - she's small and meek and curled into a corner, crying softly. Robin finds her, and talks to her. Things unravel from there.

Idk how different the story would be. Vickie wouldn't die, for starters, because part of the point in doing this is creating a complex love interest for Robin. Another thing to take into account would be Vickie not being confirmed queer until the very end. Keep Robin on her toes. She has no idea whether or not they're just ugly rumors, and honestly she just feels worse throwing herself at her with the entire town calling her a murderous dyke, stalking poor teenage girls.

Her personality is entirely different from Eddie's too. While Eddie is loud, selfish, cowardly and likes to be an asshole to kids, Vickie is kind and sweet and treats kids very well. She becomes friends with Max and Lucas and always checks on them. Being in band, she's been to all of Lucas' games, so she's seen his progress, she knows he's great. And being neighbors with Max means she's knocked on her door with a cacerole in her hands whenever Max's mom wasn't there for the night - she figured Max might be hungry. They don't know how to feel about the drugs thing, but they like her.

I think it would be nice to make her... not as similar to Robin in personality. I wouldn't make her as talkative or rambly, rather, I'd make her introspective and introverted. Soft-spoken. Also, with a lot of trauma. Something something mom also sold drugs, got arrested, now she keeps doing this to survive because she has no other way to make money + she probably has debts, etc. Give her a more melancholic edge. I think that would be quite fitting.

She and Robin develop a friendship through the season, getting together somewhere in S5.

[runawaysiren940]

My controversial stance is that I see where lesbians are coming from when they say that only gold star lesbians are lesbians.

While I don’t think it’s THAT black and white, the more I think about it, the more I agree that you need to be attracted to somebody on some level to be able to have sex with them. The only exception I can think of is prostitution, but that isn’t sex, it’s rape.

I have a hard time imagining a woman who lacks attraction to men being able to pick a man to have sex with, go through with it, then do that multiple times. If attraction was lacking but she had internalised homophobia, wouldn’t she be coming up with every excuse in the book for why she’s saying no? Like “his vibes were just off, but surely I’ll find a man who’s right because I can’t be gay”.

Then I’ll see arguments about female socialisation, and how women are socialised to please men no matter what, and to believe that sex isn’t supposed to be pleasurable to us. And I agree with that…but I think we need to really question if socialisation can truly make a lesbian go against her natural sexuality, or if it would just make her feel more shame for finding herself incapable of living up to what a woman “should be”.

I also don’t like how demonised lesbians who believe only gold stars are lesbians are. People treat them like they’re evil exclusionary monsters…but I’ve heard that before in respect to lesbians saying that lesbians don’t like dick. When you look at the state of the lesbian community and how we have so many non-lesbians claiming to be us, and damaging our community…can you really blame some lesbians for being incredibly guarded? Is it really that evil for lesbians to feel they need a strict criteria for who’s gay and who isn’t (doesn’t matter if they’re right or wrong), after watching their community be completely infiltrated and heavily damaged by OSA people? I just find it interesting that people have all of the empathy in the world for women who say “I’ve had ten boyfriends who I really loved, but I’m a lesbian now!”…but absolutely no empathy for lesbians who are clearly responding to rising homophobia.

I think that the misuse of the term lesbian and the gender ideology infringement has increased the scrutiny we give to women who call themselves lesbian. It's not really a secret and I intend to put it in the video anyway, so-

I lost my virginity when I was 16 to a man who had groomed me since I was 12. My dad is a Catholic and when I came out to him, he said that I was going to hell and that if my brother turned out gay, that he would have to impregnate another woman because my mom was defective. I didn't want to come out. My mom said that either I told him or she would.

As I result, I did try dating men. I wanted so much to not be gay. I 'consented' a few times, but that was a desperate desire for my parents, my family to accept me.

I think that self harm in that manner is a big difference from other circumstances; the pressure of religion and culture to conform can't be overstated. But then where do you draw the line? How do you measure harm to prove sexuality? It's all an interesting conversation to me.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalleyskillschallenge

Prompt: Back to School Pairing: YasMoon More cheer content for Best Lesbians!!!

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You’re at the mall with your boyfriend, he’s upset He’s yelling at you while completely drenched in sweat He doesn’t get nonviolence like I do

I’m in Marseille, it’s a typical summer night Watching the kind of sissy chick flicks he doesn’t like And he’ll never smell like roses like I do

But she wears short skirts I wear t-shirts She’s cheer captain And I’m on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That all that macho shit Won’t keep your chakras aligned!

If you could see that I won’t get a tattoo of you Without asking first because that’s creepy You don’t belong to me And I think you should flee

Walking the halls with you and your lecturing I’m sort of shocked that you still want to hang with me Seeing your laugh and thinking to myself “I’m glad Moon forgives easy”

And I see your ex acting like he’s worth your time After all he ever did was treat you like some prize You said it was love but I know better than that Have some self-respect and don’t you dare take him back!

But she wears high heels I wear sneakers She’s cheer captain And I’m on the bleachers

Know I’m nobody now, and I’m just some tryhard But despite how Hawk’s changed He’s got no clue who you are!

If you could see that I know all your favorite smoke spots Music, movies, outfits down to your bikinis And where you go on shopping sprees

Flying home to see you on the prom night I know they thought that I came for Demetri But he’s only a beard to me And you’re all I see

Oh, I remember you leaving me behind For the school karate gang But you’d end up in a bind ‘Cause mean kids are all the same

And I know that I fucked up And I know I was a bitch But if it meant there’d still be an “us” Then for you I’d make a switch

Do you see it when we’re tanning by the poolside? Do you see it when we’re sitting in the booth and I’m like please Why can’t you see me?

And I know I’ve missed my chance over and over And longing’s not bringing you any closer Even if I have to plead But you belong with me Maybe someday you’ll see

You belong with me And one day I’ll feel free To say what I wish we could be And what you mean to me

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@karatecaulfield pspsps

After I made this, I...maaaaaay have gotten kinda carried away with the YasMoon cheerleading content and wrote them a dumb little You Belong With Me cover. Whoops ^^;

So You Belong With Me has actually always kinda given me YasMoon vibes, but like...in a roundabout way? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that technically Yasmine and Moon BOTH canonically wear short skirts and high heels (which like. Good for them!!! It's such a Look and they slay!!!), but it makes me think of post-S1 YasMoon, where Moon was still one of the most popular girls in school, and Yasmine...definitely was not anymore. And we DO know that Yas started dressing more "modestly" from S3 onwards (as annoying as it was that she had to give up her "evil slut clothes" to undergo character development ig -____-), so it doesn't seem out of the question for Moon to keep the skirts and heels while Yas transitions to more casual, mundane stuff so as not to draw attention to herself. Definitely wouldn't blame her for wanting to stay under the radar after the wedgie video went viral lmao

Also TELL me Yasmine wouldn't look cute as fuck in pink tennis shoes and/or pink converse!!! Like come on!!! Girl would be ADORABLE in bright barbie pink stereotypical "not like the other girls" clothing and the more I think about it, the more I NEED to see this in S6. Also because it would be really funny if Moon just like. Had a thing for mean people in casual sportswear XD

Actually, went a bit apeshit and made this entire thing pink💗💗💗 What can I say!!! They just look so good in bright girly feminine colors!!! I have SUCH a weakness for hyperfemme4hyperfemme lesbians tbh. Same for hypermasc4hypermasc gays, hyperfemme4hyperfemme gays, and hypermasc4hypermasc lesbians 💖 Idk there's just something so special about queer couples who don't give a single flying fuck about The Straights™️trying to impose their "one person MUST be masculine and one person MUST be feminine in all couples!!!" brand of heteronormativity on LGBT folk. Masc4masc pairings that feel 0 desire for any femininity in your romantic relationship I love you, femme4femme pairings that feel desire for any masculinity in your romantic relationship I love you--

Yes I know realistically speaking most LGBT and non-LGBT couples are a pretty solid mix of masc and femme between BOTH people but I'm trying to make a point here akjsdiulfhkdufh

Fun fact: I was reading cheerleader anecdotes while researching how cheer squads work, and I learned the stereotypical pleated cheerleader skirt is...actually considered kind of dated??? At least in the actual cheer community. Which I think is a damn shame, because those skirts are cute as fuck D: But TBH Moon is popular enough that she could wear the most dated pleaty cheer skirt on the market and STILL rock it. Plus make it look "cool" and "retro" XD And we damn well know Yasmine will think she looks hot regardless <3

ALSO idk if I've ever mentioned this before, but it blows my damn mind that Yasmine is practically wearing the lesbian flag during the scene where she signs Demetri's cast :O Take away that blue stripe and she literally would be??? Like that whole but needed to be any more ragingly queer-coded than it already way XD NOT MY GIRL SAYING SHE KNOWS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE PUBLICLY HUMILIATED TO THE POINT OF BEING OUTCASTED AND OTHERED. WHILE WEARING A GODDAMN LESBIAN SWEATER. AND THEN IMMEDIATELY "STRAIGHTENING" THE HOMOPHOBIC JOKE ON HIS CAST AND COVERING BOTH THEIR GAY ASSES IN ONE FEEL SWOOP AJDIOSUHYFDUG Lesbian queen!!!

Also this subtext is going to make me go fucking INSANE I swear to GOD

Rambles specific to the dumb little song I wrote under the cut!

Basically the scenario I'm imagining here takes place during S3. A recently fallen-from-grace Yasmine is now at the bottom of the school food chain, forced to watch from the sidelines as her ex-best-friend (who STILL gives her the time of day for some reason) remains a popular, universally-loved socialite. And she finds herself in a strange position.

She can't help being a little envious, of course, since she remembers when she was that widely respected. It leaves a sour taste in her mouth that she once ruled the school, and now her second-in-command is blossoming and thriving while she's been reduced to a pathetic laughingstock. And with Moon expanding her circle as Yasmine's shrinks, Yasmine always ends up feeling left behind.

But it's more than that. With Moon soaring high while she's crawling through the dirt trying to catch up, Yasmine believes more and more that she's not worthy of her best friend's time. Like Moon has outgrown her in a way that leaves her feeling desolate and lost.

And yet Moon lets her stick around. Yasmine knows she should spend more time counting her blessings and less ruminating on her newfound status as the school loser.

Because, for some strange reason, Moon doesn't actually seem to care. For now, that's enough.

Unfortunately, her enduring popularity doesn't make Moon immune to the kind of self-interested assholes Yasmine's trying not to emulate anymore. Moon's ex--the subject of many a horror story concerning the Valley in Yasmine's absence--can't seem to leave her alone. Whether it's making passes at her when she's very clearly not interested or wrecking her science project because he can't stand to see her happy without him, the guy cannot for the life of him take a hint.

Moon vents at lunch one day that she loved him, and it broke her heart to watch him turn into such a jerk. Yasmine hopes for the sake of her own sanity that her friend is exaggerating.

Because Moon really, really needs to set her sights higher than some possessive creep who gets her name branded on his skin after a month of dating, and then acts like it cosmically bound them forever. The issue is that Yasmine has no idea how to convey this tactfully enough that Moon will actually listen.

For the most part, Yasmine is grudgingly happy that Moon grew a backbone. But she misses when her opinion had more sway, based on force and conviction alone.

It's times like these she wishes the two of them were on speaking terms over the summer. Then Yasmine could've told Moon to fucking run.

Moon's ex gets better, at least. Stops being a raging ass. Actually steps back and respects Moon's relationship with Piper.

(As sad as that thought makes Yasmine, for whatever reason.)

And yet he still watches her walk by with those big, sad eyes of his, like she's eternally the most tear-jerking scene in some depressing drama. When Moon stops to chat with him--friendly and kind, even after everything--whatever she says flies in one ear and right out the other.

It's so fucking pathetic. Hawk puts her on this shining pedestal of divinity and utter perfection--his own personal angel of salvation. But ask the boy so much as her favorite color or her favorite animal or her favorite store at the goddamn mall, he would bluescreen faster than a Windows Vista.

And frankly, Yasmine doesn't give a shit about his stupid fucking redemption arc. Good for him that he's not acting like a human dumpster every second of every day, but Moon isn't obligated to patiently help him wade through the muck of his own bad decisions. Fix and tidy up his perpetual list of issues.

Moon is more than some trophy to hand out for not being a shithead.

She's a whole human being, with thoughts and dreams and hopes and feelings. She likes turquoise jewelry and yoga and California rolls. She wants to be a massage therapist, but is worried it would pay like shit. She likes spending quiet, thoughtful nights walking around hidden corners of the bustling city. She realized she had a talent for baking and cooking when she made weed brownies to give out at school. She loves decking herself out in glowsticks at raves because it makes her feel like some mystical fairy. She listens to mostly electronic and top 40s bubblegum pop, but every now and again, she craves nothing but a good classical piano piece. She adores trashy romcoms, and has only ever been taught to be ashamed of it. Especially by people like Hawk.

And she's the most incredible person in the world.

She’s the reason Yasmine boards that plane back to LAX, if she’s honest.

Sure, it’s got something to do with her father’s frequent pestering about her love life. The exhaustion of constantly faking enthusiasm for a relationship that has only ever been a cover-up. And she isn’t keen on missing junior prom for a ceremony ushering in a stepmom scarcely better than the one who gave birth to her.

But the moment she sees that blue dress, that curled hair, that euphoric beam when Yasmine walks over…

Nothing else at that dumb dance even registers.

And yes, she dances with Demetri. Grinds on him as much as she’s expected to. Even stays for the afterparty to make out with him for good measure. She has to keep up appearances, after all.

But with Moon tired and headed home, Yasmine excuses herself after 20 minutes, suddenly no longer able to stand Demetri's mouth on hers.

In the coming weeks, Moon seems to buy into Hawk's song and dance hook, line, and sinker. Somehow, sad puppy eyes and pining stares and sob stories about how he's "lost his confidence" are enough to make up for him not knowing any more about her than a stranger of the street. All the conversations they've had and dates they've been on and intimate ways they've entwined their bodies, and Hawk has managed to ask Moon so remarkably little.

He's learned so remarkably little about the girl he's convinced is his soulmate.

And it's beyond frustrating to see Moon worrying herself over Hawk's neverending teen angst and annoying inner demons when Yasmine worked to better herself, too--and all she expected in return was a halfhearted pity friendship. When Yasmine's the one who can make Moon laugh without even trying. When Yasmine knows Moon's brunch order and favorite spa treatment. When Yasmine has seen Moon high and wasted and everything in between. When Yasmine's the one who always held Moon's hair back when she yakked her entire stomach contents into the toilet.

When Yasmine's the one who rarely leaves Moon's side. When Yasmine's the one who sits closer than just friends in every restaurant booth. When Yasmine's the one who sneaks longing glances at Moon not out of some mopey self-pity that she can never get the girl, but because she simply can't help it.

She'd look at Moon forever if she could. She'd gladly spend eternity taking in everything that was Moon--everything she'd ever been and everything she'd ever be--and never expect a damn thing for it.

And again and again and again, Yasmine is overlooked. Nothing but background noise in Moon's solemn duty to take care of a boy who will never deserve her.

And it's pathetic, really. Moon had a girlfriend. Kissed her in front of the whole school. Yasmine saw the instagram pics. It's not like Moon isn't open to being with girls that way.

Yet every time Yasmine wants to finally tell the truth, something stops her. Something holds her back. Something whispers in her ear that Moon would laugh in her face. And perhaps it has less to do with them both being girls, and everything to do with how they feel worlds apart these days.

After all, what hope is there for the cheer captain to love you back when all you are is that joke of a Front Wedgie Girl sitting in the bleachers?

[artificialqueens]

Awake My Soul (Sasha Colby x Anetra) - Athena2

Summary: After Sasha walks into the coffee shop where Anetra works, Anetra makes some discoveries about herself.

A/N: So this was inspired by the Blame It on the Edit episode, where Anetra is just talking about how hot Sasha is. I thought it would be a fun idea for a fic. That said, thank you so much to Writ for all your help! Thank you for brainstorming ideas with me and helping develop this. Please leave feedback if you like!!

Anetra tightens her apron in preparation as Luxx unlocks the coffee shop door. A few minutes pass before the first customer, and she actually makes Anetra’s jaw hang open.

The woman is absolutely beautiful, even from afar. Dark brown hair falls over her shoulders in gentle waves, thick and glossy. Her skin is smooth and soft and actually seems to glow like in a commercial, despite the coffee shop’s dim lighting and windows that receive no sun. Looking at her instantly makes Anetra’s face burn, makes her stomach twist into knots, and it only grows worse when the woman reaches the counter, and is suddenly close enough to touch. Close enough for Anetra to see that her eyes are hazel, with flashes of green and gold, like sunlight shining through leaves. Eyes that are looking at her expectantly.

“I can help you?” she half-asks, half-shouts, the heat spreading from her face and into her stomach. “Sorry. I mean, can I help you?”

“Can I get a large coffee with caramel syrup and one cream?”

Anetra nods and begins typing it into the register, grateful for something to focus on besides staring at the woman. “Um, for here or to-go?”

“To-go.”

Anetra grabs a to-go cup and taps the marker against it. “I just need…” She makes the mistake of meeting the woman’s eyes again, and her train of thought flies off the track and into space. The seconds tick by, and Anetra is still tapping the marker against the cup as she scrambles for what she’s supposed to ask. She feels like a wind-up toy made solely for this purpose, and her face is on fire. “Um, your name. For the order?”

“Sasha.”

It’s a pretty name, a soft name, and Anetra writes it on the cup with the soft smoothness it deserves. The woman pays, and counting out change gives Anetra something else to focus on, before she grabs the cup and order ticket and flees from the register, sighing at the coffee station.

“What are you doing?” Luxx demands, because Anetra can’t even have a second’s peace today. “Are you lesbian panicking over that woman?”

Anetra’s heart skips a beat just at the thought. “I’m not lesbian panicking, I’m…I’m regular panicking. I’m not even—I don’t even like women.” She was too shy to even look at the other girls for most of high school.

Luxx blinks. “Okayyyyy,” they say, drawing it out for about ten syllables.

“I don’t. I’ve never liked a girl or anything, and I had this boyfriend in middle school.” Though come to think of it, Anetra was never really sure if she liked him the way boyfriends and girlfriends are supposed to. He had nice hair, and didn’t make fun of her for being quiet, or for being faster than the boys in gym, so that was something.

“Did you have a boyfriend, or did you have some boy who held your hand at lunch and said he was your boyfriend and then broke up with you twenty-four hours later?”

Anetra crosses her arms. “I’m not answering that.”

“Look, I’m not blaming you. She’s really hot.”

“She is,” Anetra breathes. “Oh my god. Am I lesbian panicking?”

“I think you need to sort that out yourself.”

And then Luxx abandons her, the first time today Anetra didn’t want to be alone. Her brain works in overdrive as she gets Sasha’s coffee ready.

Sasha’s pretty, yes, but anyone would objectively say she’s pretty. Luxx just did. Besides, Anetra’s found girls objectively pretty before, without it meaning anything; doesn’t everyone? But something about Sasha feels like more than that. Anetra physically has to stop herself from looking at her. Looking at her feels like what she always thought love was supposed to feel like—the animated hearts in cartoons, the endless staring in rom-coms. But since when were rom-coms realistic anyway?

Any further thinking is cut off by the hiss of an espresso maker as Luxx works, and Anetra takes it as a sign to forget this stupid panic and finish making her order. She sighs and returns to the counter, where Sasha is waiting. It sends a jolt through Anetra, one that grows when their fingers touch as Sasha takes the coffee.

“Have a good day,” Anetra says.

“You too.”

Then Sasha is gone, and Anetra bends over the counter and buries her still-burning face in her hands.

—–

“A little birdie told me someone was lesbian panicking yesterday.”

“Mistress, it’s too early to be this loud.” Anetra starts the morning with her head in her hands again, trying to block out the onslaught from Mistress on her right and Luxx on her left. “And it wasn’t lesbian panicking.”

“Bisexual panicking?” Mistress asks, undeterred.

Anetra sighs.

“She was so far gone,” Luxx announces gleefully. “I mean, the woman was gorgeous, so I don’t blame her, and—look, she’s back!”

Anetra’s head flies up so fast her ponytail whips around and smacks the back of her neck. Sasha is in the doorway, and the sight of her makes Anetra’s stomach twist again. Maybe it wasn’t a crush at all. Maybe it was just indigestion. Maybe she’s having some sort of internal issues and she’ll just collapse here because she can’t stop staring at Sasha and her brain is shutting down and—

“One of you should wait on her,” Anetra says quickly.

Mistress claps her hands to her chest. “Oh, but I just remembered I need to check on those scones.”

“And I…need to help her check the scones,” Luxx says, sprinting after her.

Anetra swears softly. “Can I help you?” she asks Sasha. It’s right on the first try, and it makes Anetra buy into the indigestion theory again. This isn’t a crush, and she’s not lesbian panicking.

“What do you have that has a lot of caffeine? I’ve been up since four, and it’s gonna be a long day.” She runs a hand through her hair. The collar of her shirt falls to the side, revealing the soft curve of her shoulder, dotted with freckles and beauty marks.

The entire coffee shop menu promptly flies out of Anetra’s brain.

“I, um, I…let me check with my coworker.” Anetra runs into the kitchen like she’s escaping a fire. The dumpster fire of her life, maybe.

She grabs the portable fan Mistress keeps for when she’s working near the ovens and aims it at her face on full-blast.

“This is so bad,” Luxx says to Mistress, in a whisper that’s not a whisper.

“What do we have with a lot of caffeine?” Anetra chokes out. “I need to tell her something, she’s out there waiting—”

“Okay, breathe first,” Mistress says, and Anetra does, her body starting to function again, like a rebooted computer. “Tell her to get a blonde roast or one of the cold brews.”

“Right.” Anetra nods desperately, then takes a breath and goes back to the counter. Sasha is waiting patiently, like the wait didn’t even bother her.

“Sorry,” Anetra says. “I just wanted to check. But we have a nitro cold brew you can get with different syrups. You like the caramel one, right?” Her brain remembers that much from yesterday, but she hopes it doesn’t look creepy to remember that.

“Right.” Sasha grins. “Okay, I’ll have that.”

Anetra manages to keep her brain working as she completes the order, and hands it off without a problem.

—–

Sasha is back the next day, and it should be easier for Anetra to get a hold of herself on the third try, but it gets harder, because Sasha is wearing a purple dress that fits like it was meant just for her.

“I think Anetra stopped functioning,” Luxx says to Mistress. Anetra barely hears it, because she did, in fact, stop functioning.

“Yeah,” Mistress agrees. “I’m gonna have to be the adult here, aren’t I?” She sighs and heads to the counter, taking Sasha’s order, then pressing the cup into Anetra’s hand. “Can you get the order done?”

Anetra nods, staring at the order slip until the letters make sense.

“So, what do you do?” Mistress asks Sasha, and Anetra listens in while she fills the cup.

“I own a dance studio,” Sasha says. “I teach and choreograph a lot of the classes.”

“Anetra, did you hear that?” Mistress calls, despite the fact that Anetra’s just a few feet away. “Sasha’s a dance teacher. I bet she’s really flexible.”

“Maybe not as much as when I was a kid, but yeah, I still got it,” Sasha says with a smile.

Anetra’s face could not be hotter if she dipped it into the espresso machine. That might actually be preferable to putting up with this.

“I heard,” she says.

“Anetra can dance too,” Luxx says loudly.

“I’m not trained or anything,” Anetra says, trying to deflect. She’s already thinking about Sasha dancing, about how graceful her arms and legs probably are. Her heart is pounding.

Sasha shrugs. “I’ve seen great dancers with no training.”

“She has no training at all, she’d need lots of practice,” Luxx begins, but that’s too much even for Mistress, who quickly starts talking over them.

“And Anetra teaches too. She does taekwondo lessons sometimes.”

“You do?” Sasha turns to Anetra, whose face burns once again at having Sasha’s eyes on her, with nowhere to hide.

“Yeah. Just part-time,” Anetra manages, passing Sasha her coffee.

“That’s really cool.” Sasha smiles shyly. “This is probably a stupid question, but do you know how to break boards? Or is that just something people do in movies?”

“No, it’s a real thing. I know how to do it.”

“That’s amazing. You must be really strong.” Sasha’s eyes sparkle, and Anetra is captivated at the thought of Sasha being impressed by her and her strength.

“I’m kinda strong,” Anetra says. “I usually lift all the flour and stuff in the back.”

Sasha’s smile grows. “I bet.” She finally takes her coffee, her fingers brushing against Anetra’s, and Anetra’s just grateful the cup is out of her hands, because she absolutely would have dropped it. She can still feel the lingering warmth and softness of Sasha’s fingers even after she leaves.

Luxx swarms Anetra, throwing an arm around her. “Look at you! You made it through a conversation with a gorgeous woman for like a whole minute! How do you feel?”

Her head is spinning, the lights floating in dizzying circles. “Like I just got off a roller coaster and want to throw up.”

“That’s the spirit!” Luxx cheers.

—–

Anetra is a few minutes early the next morning, and spends it hunched over a table in the kitchen, scrolling through search results on how to know if you’re gay and even delving into a few quizzes that ask her questions she doesn’t know how to answer, pointing to results she doesn’t know how to react to.

“What are you doing?”

Anetra jumps. “Nothing, just looking at stuff,” she says, trying to tilt her phone screen away from Luxx’s prying eyes.

It doesn’t work, and Luxx’s face shines with a mix of horror and adoration. “You are not taking an ‘Am I Gay’ quiz. You’re not.”

“I’m just…really confused about how to know for sure.” Anetra shrugs, closing the window on her phone. Her feelings for Sasha sure seem like a crush, but how does she know? Why does it feel so different?

It softens something in Luxx a little. “Anetra, I know we’ve been annoying you all week, but seriously. You’ve been trying to convince yourself this isn’t a crush, but don’t you think doing that kind of proves that it is?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…I don’t know, do you think straight people spend as much time as you have convincing themselves they’re straight? I know it’s scary to realize you’re not straight, and it’s really hard. Sometimes it takes a long time to realize it. But if it feels right…maybe you shouldn’t deny that? And you don’t have to go through some giant change or anything if you do. You can just acknowledge it and work on it slowly.”

“Since when did you get so smart?” Anetra asks, because it’s easier to say that than to describe the heavy feeling in her chest at Luxx’s words. The weird feeling she’s had all week, and doesn’t know how to put into words.

“I’ve always been smart,” Luxx says, and then they swing out of the kitchen.

Is Luxx right? Has Anetra spent the whole week trying to convince herself that she’s straight? How does she know for sure? Because the quizzes and other google tabs she had open weren’t helping much.

Anetra sighs. She guesses, if she really thinks about it, that her objective noticings of girls might not have been that objective. She suddenly remembers the smug smile of a taekwondo opponent when she was twelve, how it almost distracted her into losing the match. It causes a domino effect in her, and she thinks of how easy it was to say she was too focused on sports or school to date boys, because there were none she ever really wanted to date in the first place. Even now, when she had time for dating, no guys ever caught her eye. She deleted her dating app minutes after signing up, because scrolling through all those mens’ pictures just made her feel nothing. She’d always blamed it on guys not meeting her standards, but what if she’d just been looking in the wrong place? Or not letting herself look in the right one, really. There were times when she knew she noticed women more than what was probably normal, and just ignored it, not letting herself even consider that it could mean anything. Not wanting to admit that she could be anything besides what she was always told was normal.

“I think I’m a lesbian,” she says quietly, just to herself, to see how it feels. It doesn’t feel like some grand revelation; there’s no sky opening up, no light shining down. But it feels right inside her somehow. Like maybe all those things she tried to ignore—the girl in taekwondo, how she was always mesmerized by the clinking of her classmates’ charm bracelets, why she could never feel excited about boys—are finally explained, finally adding up to something beyond confusion.

And maybe Luxx is right—again, Anetra thinks—that it doesn’t have to feel like some big change. Maybe it can be small right now, and she can work it out from there. She can admit she has a crush on Sasha, and talk to her. She can let herself look at other girls instead of turning her head away.

She heads outside. Sasha is at the counter, and even though Luxx could have taken her order, she’s waiting. Almost like she was waiting for Anetra. The thought makes her heart flutter, and that tingling in her stomach is still there, but it doesn’t make her feel sick this time.

“Hey, Sasha,” Anetra tries.

“Hi.”

“What would you like today?”

“I actually wanted to give you something.” Sasha slides her a piece of paper. “When you work out whatever’s been going on in that head of yours—and trust me, I’ve been there,” Sasha says kindly, “you might want this.”

She slips out the door as Anetra looks at the paper to see a phone number, one that steals her breath and has her counting down the minutes until her shift ends.

[dragynkeep]

A creep: fetishizes wlw relationships and constantly speaks as if he knows what a dead man wants and insults said man's friends despite him tweeting about not wanting fans to do that

You: ignores that and say that Miles is bad too despite it not relating to syto being a creep as well, and not having any arguments for the 2nd anon so just hit them with the "you're using big words that you don't know the meaning of"

Also I really love how whenever someone says anything true about a rwde member you try to deflect it by saying that rwby/crwby also did it, fun fact: just because crwby did it it doesn't excuse rwde, also whenever you say that it's always with asks that didn't even praise rt/crwby for anything, for all we know they could dislike that about them too and simply called it out elsewhere

In conclusion: Congratulations! You're clown of the day :D

You can keep trying to sound smart anon, but you're the one defending the fool who tried to make my post about holding RWDE accountable for racist behaviour about some stupid ass AUs and drawing Monochrome. The only clown in this circus is you, baby girl.

And I damn will use CRWBY when this FNDM constantly ignores these straight men queerbaiting with wlw relationships, straight up made one of the lesbian characters based on a nazi, the other one bitter because the girl she's about to send back to her abusive ex didn't notice her, wanted to do queerbait with the first gay character in Pilot Boi after seeing how popular he was, and strung along the hyperbole of who would be a good boyfriend for Jaune because he was paid to do so while the mlm rep is downright atrocious.

Not even getting into how they treat real life queer people like Kdin and Arryn. But you guys are quick to call an artist fetishising for drawing Monochrome? And having a history of driving artists away who also drew queer characters like Dashingicecream?

These ain't apples and oranges. I don't give one idota of a shit for some petty ass drama because you guys don't like some dude being too mean about your shitty ass fake anime. I care about the PoC who were sent death threats and rape threats by stans, for having our complaints parroted by critics who then went and showed that they didn't know what the fuck they were talking about, for having our real complaints, the same ones that would be taken just to beat CRWBY with, then said we're "reaching" or "overreacting" like me explaining as an Irish Traveller that the depiction of Jinxy was fucking racist.

I don't care that you don't like SYTO and most of the original ask that I answered was straight up "I don't like his AU", which is so fucking childish.

Get out of my inbox you crusty looking bag of moldy wonderbread.

[eclipses-circus-trash]

one of my friends didn't know what ygo sevens was so they asked me to horribly explain the main (or more common) characters to them

SO IMA TYPE IT UP HERE (it's kinda long also I do swear a lot so you've been warned)

Ygo Se7ens (horribly summarized)

First we have our protag, lil 11-yr old hacker midget that's also an engineer. 11-yr old midget has many friends, such as boy who loves dragons and talks to cards also really wants to be king someday. We also have student council president guy who's also a Japanese ninja samurai guy who's also a rapper. Or a dj, whatever way you see it i guess. Then there's guitar lady who's most likely a lesbian and makes blue and pink curry that explodes. Then the cousin of guitar lesbian is gay homophobic celebrity boy. As in holy fuck make up your mind ya little shit. Gay homophobic celebrity boy is the vocalist in the rock band that's literally just his and his cousin's names squashed together. Other members in the band are gay guy that needs to find a better boyfriend and guy who's name is legit "look behind you." Not joking. Gay guy that needs to get a better boyfriend has a crush on gay homophobic celebrity boy. Toxic yaoi mmmmmmmmm scrumptious. Then our favorite identity crisis boy, "look behind you," is literally the best i mean just look at him (the original thing was on paper and there was a drawing) he's probably nonbinary and maybe knows Latin and Japanese, you can fight me on this. Likes urban legends. Then we have the children presidents. Oldest one, speedy boi, drives a car. Very colors of aro. Second oldest, ocean boi talks to dolphins+other sea creatures and can play the ukulele. Lovely first middle child, female autistic baseball gigachad. Likes fire. Second middle child, kendo guy (big stick) beat the shit out of 25+ people with said big stick. Youngest (i think) child is queer (very queer) catboy who likes puppets and can make them too. Called our favorite 11-yr old hacker midget cute. Those bitches are gay. Good for them. EHEM. then there's chameleon boy! He's shy, and was befriended by dragon boy! Chameleon boy is so nic- wait a minute he's actually the last child president???? Turns out, chameleon boy is actually chameleon boy that got his memories sealed away until they came back and he started wiping everyone's memories. Then there's a nice little girl- wait no she's actually 37. Wears a sign that says "I am an adult," to bars and gets called a little girl all the time. Then there's providence programmer guy he has glasses, a god complex and his best friend is a sentient robotic massage chair. How lovely. Then we have lesbian lady, she gets called princess and she has a forklift (I'm sorry don't kill me Asana) named R6. R6 can talk. Okay well only lesbian lady understands R6 but that's besides the point. R6 is one of the best in the show because he roasted gay homophobic celebrity boy and simultaneously traumatized him but he deserves it. Then there's angry lady. Everything about her is strong, even her eyebrows. Especially her eyebrows. Lesbian lady and angry lady are lesbians for each other. Then there's bitch guy. Bitch guy is 6" 9 I'm not even joking I wish I was. Bitch guy gave gay homophobic celebrity boy ✨trust issues✨ when he was a child by not giving him a playing card. That led to gay homophobic celebrity boy blackmailing his cousin, lesbian guitar lady, so she could spy on 11-yr old hacker midget, dragon boy who talks to cards, and student council president/dj/ninja. 11-yr old hacker midget was actually the one that got the playing card.

And that's where where I stopped writing

I'll update this later when I have more of Ygo Se7ens (Horribly Summarized)

[become-potatoes]

both of the shinonomes for the ask game. tbh stares at you

oh god im gonna expose myself

akito fucking shinonome

sexuality: he likes men. i think akito under the right circumstances could like a woman, but it wouldn’t happen often. in truth i think akito will often look at someone and think “yeah they’re hot” but not think much about it. when it comes to forming romantic relationships it takes him a while to actually. like. have a crush. sooo pansexual demiromantic with a male preference

gender: Guy. just some guy. probably cis. this is boring im sorry

ship: ok so akitoya i look at akitoya and i go “i mean it doesnt give me the brainworms but i completely understand”. they are boyfriends and they do make me happy but they dont set my brain on fire like shizuai and ruikasa.

brotp: the dynamic of tsukasa akito and mizuki is hilarious. same with akimafu they are so funny. i also really like platonic akian its special to me they have the same issues and were inspired together do you see the vision

notp: ehhhh ig romantic akian or akikoha isnt really my thing but like its fine i dont hate it

random headcanon: he owns a nintendo 3ds but isnt actually good at playing most of the games on there, just got it to play with toya, nene, and emu (the four of them formed a little gaming squad after the events of cgo). also he gets even more piercings as an adult.

general opinion: my least favorite pjsk character - (i am forcibly removed from the stage). hey, i dont hate this guy. i quite like his character arc (stray bad dog was a particular relatable event) and his voice actor does a phenomenal job portraying him. his event songs also slap ALWAYS. however akito has never been a character that really *clicked* for me. i recognize he is written well (as all pjsk characters are) but if i met him irl i would want to punt him.

ena shinonome

sexuality: girlkisser (asexual lesbian)

gender: woman but after getting to know mizuki she realized that she isnt 100% cis and sometimes uses they/them. demigirl leaning she/her but is still questioning herself

ship: mizuena means so much to me you guys

brotp: platonic enamafu is great and hilarious i love it and i hc all of nightcord to be in a qpr. i also like enas friendship with emu and hona its very cute.

notp: i dont rlly have one tbh except like enatoya ig????

random headcanon: has lots of bandages on her fingers from injuring herself while drawing, often has the urge to dye her hair but is too chicken to actually do it, needs glasses but hasnt said anything about it yet

general opinion: i loveeee ena. third favorite character. shes so insanely relatable and i love her snark. i love her voice and all her event comms are bangers. ena’s feelings and desires and wants are so complex but i do wish they explored he beyond her feelings on her art.

[beyondglass]

The train poem

I watch my guy best friend leap across the gym.

He looks so stupid.

I snicker as he falls flat on his face.

He'd be the perfect boyfriend for my family.

Me.

I meant he'd be the perfect boyfriend for me.

My friends whisper about their crushes at lunch.

It feels as if I can't breathe as they ask if I have one myself.

I glance around the room saying the name of the first boy I spot.

My brain instantly flatlines as I realize the name that just came out of my mouth.

My boy best friend.

I come back to life as my friends giggle and cheer.

They tell me it was obvious I like him.

They tell me that we'd be so cute together.

There's no surprise for me when he asks me to be his girlfriend the next day.

Yet part of me is surprised when I say yes.

I take him to meet my family.

We sit at the dinner table watching my family snicker at us.

"Glad you finally brought a boy home

Thought we were close to kicking you out of the family for being a lesbian"

Everyone laughs.

And I laugh along with them.

There's no reason for me not to laugh.

Me liking another girl?

That's impossible

Stupid even.

I watch my aunt getting married to her husband at their wedding.

I'm happy for them but there's something else.

My mind races as I clap for them.

I feel my eyes getting watery as I stare.

"You'll find a husband one day,

Your boyfriend seems pretty wonderful"

The people behind me say gently trying to comfort me.

But that's not why I'm crying.

The words ring in my ears.

They're being screamed so loud I can't hear what's happening around me anymore.

Is this really my fate?

Will I end up marrying a man?

My momma talks to me about boys on my way to summer camp.

I tell her there's nothing to worry about.

Beside I have a boyfriend.

My phone buzzes with texts from him

Wishing me goodbye and saying he'll miss me for the week that I'm gone.

I tell him that I love him.

I tell him that I'll miss him too.

As soon as i get to camp I enter my cabin.

My heart stops beating as I see my roommate.

Her ocean colored eyes stare back at me.

And I can already feel myself getting lost in the waves.

We spend all of camp together

As if we've already known each other forever.

We even hold hands as we dance around outside in the grass.

I feel things I shouldn't

My brain feels as if it's been turned into exploding fireworks and she's the one who lit them.

I've never felt this way in my life before.

Is this what love is supposed to feel like?

It's the last day of camp.

I kiss her in our cabin.

I actually kiss her.

And she kisses me back.

And there's a pit of shame in my stomach

Even though every other part of my body is telling me how good this feels.

I can't go home.

I can't live a lie anymore.

And neither can she.

She tells me about the jokes her family makes too.

I feel so connected to this girl I just met.

So we make a plan.

We sneak out together in the middle of the night.

We run through the forest as the camp counselors scream at us to come back.

But it's no use.

Because we get away.

The forest is dark and my heart is pounding.

She draws a heart on my arm with a pen

And I draw one on hers.

"I don't care if we go to hell we're supposed to be together" she says softly.

"Ill go to hell if it means you'll be the one dragging me there" I say, my voice breaking as I start to cry.

This is my fate.

Marrying a man was never my fate.

It was this.

We lay down on the ground together

Desperately grasping at each other's hands.

"I love you"

I tell her.

And i mean it.

"I love you too"

She says.

At least I think that's what she said.

But it was hard to hear her over the sound of the train bolting toward us.

- @secret.tikt0k.account

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[winderlylandchime]

2x16 1/2 He actually clapped his hands together and went ‘lets get this love confession on the road!!!’ So let’s all hold hands for this unfortunate moment that we are about to witness, i believe this is the exact definition of stolen innocence.

‘It is Justin’s birthday..and Ben’s, my god he’s so boring that he can’t even have his own birthday. Why are we suddenly sad over going to Babylon? Justin, my boy, an episode ago you were living your best life there? He’s probably just tired’ ‘oh Brian hates birthdays, i thought it was just his birthday he hated. OH WAIT he’s pretending so that he can surprise him duuuh!!’ ‘Oh wow Ben’s whole thing is yoga and Buddhism..no party on the planet could make that look fun...I’m gonna need Mel and Lindsay to stop, what will they do? HEY! Talk to Bri Bri first, you will mess up his plans for his birthday surprise! Or are they in on it? *looks at me all shocked* theyre in on it aren’t they? They’re gonna take him to a dinner and Brian will be there waiti- VIOLIN RECITAL? Why are they ignoring him if he said he’s not into it? This will be the most boring birthday ever. But don’t worry Bri Bri will come through’ he now paused the episode on the loft scene because he swears he knows the song in the background but he can’t figure it out and no app is helping him. And i wish i was joking when i say that it took him 20 minutes to discover the song because when he made me look up songs listed for the ep, it was the wrong one. He is now angry at the band bc they are the reason he couldn’t find it. Now finally back to the episode. ‘Awww Brian is fixing his tie, didn’t Justin wear a tie the entire season 1? Would it kill Mel to smile at Brian once? Just once? Can she leave? I don’t like her anymore, she is far too negative for my vibes. Aww he told him to not work too hard. I agree with Lindsay but don’t worry he will show him his present bc this is all a pla- see! he is flipping through ART BOOKS! He is planning a surprise for Justin and i cant wait!’ And now it’s the beginning of Ethan and i wish i was joking when i said that I actually flinched when the violin music started. ‘justin…this is not this exciting so calm down. Is he seriously drawing him? *he paused on Ethans face* is that supposed to be a goatee? Is that…is he for real? Nobody on that set told him to shave? Oh I do not like the vibes of this. Justin only draws Brian, why is he drawing this lil shit now? *pauses on Ethan again* WAIT IS THAT BUFFYS BOYFRIEND?! Oh i hated him there. Justin, stop drawing him.’ (Please send me your thoughts and strength because i am physically ill at the sight of Ethan and now I actually have to suffer him.) ‘justin..why do we care about this dude so much? A lesbian success story? Melly, ill be the judge of that because right now i am not happy. Oh what a pretentious prick. Just take the fucking complime- he did not blame the fact that he sucked on justin? Oldest trick in the book well get fucked goatee boy because WE HAVE A BRIAN! Why are mel and Linds so happy about whatever the fuck this bullshit is? Ohhhh big whoop you have your own CD well Brian has his own loft and a car and a comic book!’ He paused the episode again and went outside for a smoke and when i asked about it, he just pointed to the tv where Ethan was on it and screamed with his hands shaking around his head. ‘Why is he playing the violin music for Brian? Justin, we are done. The concert is over and we are now back to reality! OH BRIAN HAS A PRESENT! WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY! WHAT DID I SAY WAS GONNA HAPPEN?! I said this will happen and nobody believed me!! AND NOW YALL LOOK LIKE A FOO-….okay, I did not see this happening’ ‘….Emmett, you could’ve just ordered sushi. Oh debbie, is here too. Seriously is mel ever fucking quiet? Do these two not know how to mind their business? My god, mel and lindsay really dont know how to mind their fucking business! It was a dumb present okay but can they mind their own for a second. Have they ever had a successful party? Debbie shut the fuck up, i too would hate strangers in my house AND my phone stolen by my boyfriend!’

"‘lets get this love confession on the road!!!’ So let’s all hold hands for this unfortunate moment that we are about to witness, i believe this is the exact definition of stolen innocence." Setting a prayer circle for you and Brother.

He's pretending he hates birthdays and he should check with Mel and Linds so they don't ruin the surprise. Oh nooooooo.

Yes why on this green earth would you take him to a violin recital?!?! Inquiring minds want to know. If only Justin had said "nah that sounds boring" and stuck to his guns. IF ONLY. (Although I do believe they needed to break up for relationship growth but still the way Ethan happened was NOT IT).

Ohhhh big whoop you have your own CD well Brian has his own loft and a car and a comic book! <- YES. BROTHER

And then we have the racist party... Emmett you could have just ordered sushi.

And no, they have never had a successful party. Vacations and parties come to die in QAF 'verse.

[afro-hispwriter]

CINDY BERMAN X FEM READER SMUT

Fear street 1978

Summery- Cindy Berman never thought she would be interested in girls but when she notices you everything changes

Let’s pretend that witch stuff never happens

Warnings- language, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, scissoring, cheating?, the ending is very unnecessarily long

Italics are the reader's thoughts

-

"Hey Y/n, don't go lookin at my girlfriend you dyke." Some guy from Sunnyvale says as he wraps his arm around the girl. You roll yours eyes at them and turned back to your drawing.

Being a lesbian in this time was most definitely frowned upon. Especially with a whole bunch of snotty, hateful teenagers in one spot with just as horrible adults.

"Assholes, why cant they just go on with their day and go fuck somewhere." Says Ziggy as she plops right next to you. You slammed the drawing book closed and she looked at you weirdly.

"Aren't you and whats his face messing around?" You tease her. Ziggy rolled her eyes.

"His name is Nick." She says and looked out to see everyone doing their own thing until her eyes fell on her sister, Cindy Berman. Cindy was glaring at her sister and you. "I think my sister has a thing for you." You scoff before looking up at Cindy who immediately look at the ground and walked away quickly.

"Ya right, your sister has been fooling around with that Tom guy, I caught them making out and groping each other once, it was disgusting." You say with a slight angry tone and rolled your eyes at the flash back. Ziggy looked at you and smirked.

"You sound jealous."

"Im not jealous."

"Sure y/n, sure."

Ziggy stood up and walked away leaving you sitting there. You opened the book again and admired it. A picture of Cindy Berman smiling in the cafeteria.

-

You ate the disgusting sandwiches with clearly some expired fruit when a blur of pink shorts passed in front of you. You looked up and saw Cindy smiling at you.

"Uh hey Cindy." You say and amile awkwardly and she chuckled.

"Hey Y/n, I need your help." She says and you nod.

"Shoot."

"Um, they asked me to clean the cafeteria with Alice and Arnie and I was wondering if you wanted to help me?" She asks and you cock your head to the side a little.

"Shouldn't your boyfriend be the one to help you with this?" You ask but she shook her head.

"Uh no, Tommy and me aren't going so well." She says and you sit up straight, quite happy at the news.

Hell ya some time with her with nobody else around, besides Alice and Arnie but they are probably going to be having sex the whole time.

"Sure ok, ill be here." She smiled and grabbed your hand making your body warm up and butterflies fly in your stomach.

"Ok after dinner tonight ok, thank you." She says and runs off, probably to go do some other good deed for this stupid camp.

"Was my sister just over here?" Ziggy asks behind you and you nodded.

"Ya she was asking me to stay tonight after dinner to help her clean this place."

"Whoah you hate cleaning, and all of a sudden she-."

"Ok Ziggy i just want to spend time with her, get to know her." You said and stood up taking your tray with you.

-

You walked to the cafeteria doors and Cindy immediately burst through.

"Y/n glad you could make it, um if you could help me scrub the kitchen and um Alice and Arnie can you both make sure the polls are rid of gum and under the tables." Cindy gives out orders to you all and you immediately start getting nervous.

In the kitchen... alone with the girl you like... what could go wrong?

Cindy had all the cleaning supplies in the kitchen already and she handed you a sponge.

"You bossy you know that right." You say and she huffs.

"A lot of people say that, its true I guess, I just like to feel like i have some control especially with having Ziggy as a sister, she thinks she can get away with everything." She says and starts preparing the mixture if soap and water.

"Oh yes she does." You say and smile at her.

"Oh you would know that since you two are what dating or...?" She asks and you shake your head

"No no just friends, besides I already have my eyes set on someone." You say and dip the sponge in the water and ring it out. Cindy huffs again and dipped her sponge in.

"Who might that be?" She asks nicely even though she's eating jealousy right now. She never thought she would be interested in girls, its frowned upon but when she saw you should couldn't stop thinking about you.

"Not sure i want to say."

"Oh come on, who's the lucky girl to have your eyes on her." She says and winks.

"Not sure she would be lucky." You mumbled.

"Well i know i would be, if you looked at me the way you look at all these girls." She blushed and you looked away feeling your body heat up again.

-

It was quiet between the two of you. You cleaned the kitchen top to bottom, sneaking glances at Cindy as well. You just finished scrubbing the sink when you started hearing loud moans and groans. You and Cindy looked at eachother in shock before bursting out laughing.

"Of course they would go at it, they always are." You say and she nods.

"Its everyday practically."

Your laughter calmed down and looked at her before blurting out a question.

"Have you ever had sex before?" Cindy looked at you with her blue eyes before shaking her head.

"No im waiting, Tommy wants to but not me."

"Oh good for you."

"Ya i guess, have you, ya know?" You laugh and shake your head.

"Well not with a guy." Cindy looked like she wanted to ask a question but looked like she couldn't find the words. You dropped your sponge and leaned on the steel counter to look at her directly.

"Ask Cindy."

"Uh ok, how did you know you liked girls? Like truly liked them." You smiled awkwardly before sighing.

"Lots of girl on girl porn that i bought and watched once my parents went to sleep, and um back at home I made out with a girl and more, who wasn't hateful."

"Wow I've only done one of those things, and im really confused, so part of the reason i brought you here is one i wanted to get to know you better and two i wanted to know if you could help me figure myself out." She played with her hands out of nervousness and you were froze.

She wants me to help her, how? Like kiss her or something... please let it be kissing her, or more.

Cindy noticed you weren't saying anything and immediately started shaking her hands and head.

"But only if you want i don't want to make you uncomfortable asking you this." You shook your head as well.

"No its okay, i just need to know if you really want me to help you."

It was clear you both were nervous, but you swallowed it down and took a few step forward to stand in front of her. Cindy stood up straight and her eyes widened.

"Im going to kiss you, ok?" Cindy nodded and licked her lips. "Okay." You smiled and grabbed her hand and another hand gripped her waist softly. You pulled her in making her gasp. You leaned your head in slowly and so did she. Your lips touched and it deepened.

Her hands went up to your back and pushed into her body hard and you pulled away making her whimper.

"Calm down Cindy." You try to catch your breath when she kisses you again.

"I want more." She breathes out and you looked at her face for any sign that she was joking.

She wasn't.

"Cindy what about Tommy your basically already cheating on him." You say but she smiled and shakes her head.

"I like you and i want to be with you."

Your heart was beating quickly, this was something you wanted but you didn't want a sweet girl like Cindy to get hated on like you.

"I like you too but Cindy i don't want you to get the things said about me said to you."

"It wont matter as long as im with you."

You grabbed her face softly and kissed her. You started pushing her into the counter, leaning over her. Your hands went under her shirt caressing her soft skin and she broke the kiss to kiss down your neck. You moaned when she started sucking softly on your skin.

"Y-you sure you haven't done this before." You say and pull back to take your shirt off. Cindy slowly pulled her shirt off before shying away.

"Don't do that baby your gorgeous." You tell her and started playing with her bra straps. "Can you take your bra off." She nodded and slides the straps off her shoulder and took it off. Her boobs fell perfectly and your mouth dried at the sight.

You wrapped you hands around her waist again and kissed down her neck. You then wrapped your lips around her bud making Cindy gasp at the sensation.

"Oh god that feels s-so good." She moaned out and grabbed your hair. You fondled with her other boob before switching. Cindy wouldn't stop moaning but you didn't care, they were so sweet.

"Want to finish getting underdressed?" You ask her pulling away and she nods quickly, immediately taking of her shoes, socks and shorts leaving her in her panties. You were in the same condition and you smirked.

You grabbed your clothes and spread them everywhere on the ground for later. You knelled down in front of Cindy and grabbed her leg and placed it over your shoulder. You kissed her thighs and one of your hands went to her covered pussy. You dragged you finger across making her jerk and you chuckled.

"Your so wet right now." You say and push her panties to the side and you licked up her slit making her shudder a moan. "And taste so good." With your index finger you teased her entrance making her hips buck up and she groaned in frustration.

"No teasing." She says. "Just push it in, I'll be fine." You licked her pussy and with one hand you started rub her clit as you pushed in a finger. "Oh god."

Your other hand made it way down your body into your panties and you felt around.

"Im so wet baby, thats what your doing to me." Cindy started to push her hips down on you finger and you pulled away but left your finger slowly thrusting inside of her.

"Calm down, you so eager." You say a kiss her lower stomach.

"Stop talking and fucking continue." She demands but a thought runs through your head and pull your finger out of her making her hips buck up to your face at the loss.

"Oh the good girl just cussed, who knew i was the one to get you to do that." You laugh and Cindy glares at you before grabbing your head and pushing it against her pussy. You open you mouth and start devouring her, Cindys grip on your head never faltered as she slowly started falling apart.

"Ke-eep going, i-think i-im going to c-cum." She breathes out and started thrusting her hips back and fourth. You hummed and the vibrations sent her over the edge. Her body jerked and you looked up to her face as she was riding out her high. You licked her up more making her push your head away.

"How do you feel?" You ask her and placed her leg on the ground and her legs wobbled to sit dow.

"I want to treat you now, and don't complain." She says and your eyes widen slightly in question.

"Okay." You say and move to lay down on your back on the clothes. Cindy crawled in between your legs and laid down on her stomach. She seemed unsure of what she was doing so you raised yourself onto your elbows to look at her.

"Hey just lick, slowly maybe suck some and if you want use your-." You immediately flopped down as your felt her tongue lick and flatten on your pussy. Your hands weaved themselves into her hair tugging softly everytime she hit a good spot. "Y-our really g-good at this." Your breathed out just before she started softly sucking. She pulled away and licked her lips

"I watched you." She says and goes right back down. You hips were moving up and down slowly and your breathing picked up. Your stomach tightened and Cindy must have caught on that you were reaching your high because she started teasing you with a finger. Your thighs shook as your orgasam took over.

As you relaxed Cindy maneuvered her self to lay her head on your chest and her body to the side of yours.

"Hey can we... can we, do the thing where the two girl join eachother uh, down there, only if your not to tired." She says and kisses your neck. You immediately sit up and crawl over her, she bends her knees but you shake your head.

"Relax, let me do all the work." You say and grab her right leg and swing it over your hips and push on her left to tell her to straighten it out. You positioned yourself over her and slowly started grinding on her. Cindy tried to gain more friction but as your clits passed along eachother she let you. You started moving your hips back and fourth harder and faster.

The room was filled with your pants and moans. Cindy looked beautiful under you, her hair was splayed out on the floor and her moans were so pretty.

"You look so pretty under me." You say and grab her boob and pinch her buds making her whimper.

You were getting closer to the end. Cindy started moving her hips to match with you and she came. You felt her throbbing and your shut your eyes tightly as your high took over you once again. You opened your eyes and looked at Cindy in her bliss. You smashed you lips against hers and untangled your legs.

"How was it?" You asked and went to your side to look at her.

"Im breaking up with Tommy and im going to be with you." She says and lifted her head to peck your lips. You grabbed your clothes and grabbed Cindys and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She mumbled and slid her bra and shirt on. Once you were dressed there wad some awkwardness in the air. You grab her hand and break the silence.

"I think i should do this properly, Cindy Berman will you be my girlfriend?" You ask.

She has to say yes, i mean i just had a sex with her.

"Yes, yes I'll be your girlfriend." She says and you smile, bring your hands up to her face and kissed her.

"Ill break up with Tommy the second i see him tomorrow." You nod happily.

Ya fuck you Tom

She put her hands on your hips and you licked her lips and she opened her mouth slightly enough to shove your tongue in your mouth.

You made out for a few minutes pulling away everytime you needed air when you heard some laughing.

"Cindy, didn't know you liked girls now." Says a feminine voice behind you. You pull away to see Alice and Arnie smirking and sharing a cigarette.

"What are you two doing?" You ask and they laugh.

"We were going to go but we heard some moans, and find you two lip locking." Says Arnie.

"Don't say shit please." Says Cindy and they look at her in shock.

"Oh she's cussing too." They tease, and you both roll your eyes. "Ok we wont but you cant ask us to do anything else for you Berman." Says Alice and Cindy huffs.

"Fine, but if you get in trouble don't go looking for me for help." You laughed behind Cindy and the other two glared at you.

"Such a badass."

A/n- i hope you like it:)) spacing may be a little weird i wrote this on wattpad

[spencers-renaissance]

this heavy humanness

Summary: Spencer leaves the oven on overnight, and Derek - whose pent-up emotions get the best of him - loses it, exposing secrets neither of them expected to be spilled, for two very different reasons. They get there in the end.

or; Spencer's suffered far too much abuse in his life and Derek knew about none of it. He shouldn't have found out like this.

Tags: est. rel., past abuse, arguing & making up, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, hurt spencer TW: implied/referenced - child abuse, abuse & csa. trauma response that could be perceived as dissociation. misplaced frustration at neurodivergence. nothing graphic but message me for more info if needed.

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 3.9k

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Bad Things Happen Bingo

This fills the "Domestic Violence" square of my Bad Things Happen Bingo. It's a heavy one folks so please heed the tags, but fear not, as always we have a happy ending ahead of us! <3 Title by Rainer Maria Rilke.

Spencer knows it’s ridiculous. Derek will not hurt him: this much he knows for certain. Derek is safe, he is home, he is his person. Derek would die before laying a hand on him.

This objective knowledge does not stop the fear from building in his chest, fizzling through his veins until his whole body is alight with it, simmering under the surface of his cold skin as Derek shouts, his face contorted in anger. Spencer might know that Derek won’t hurt him, but that doesn’t mean he can forget what’s happened in the past when he’s put that same expression on crueller people’s faces.

“How could you be so irresponsible, Spencer?”

He doesn’t know. The sinking feeling of failure, of disappointing someone he loves so much settles deep in his stomach as he watches Derek pace up and down the living room while he stays firmly planted on the sofa, pressed as far into the corner as he can.

He didn’t mean to leave the oven on overnight. Again. It’s just that sometimes he gets so lost in his head, in the studies he reads just before bed that getting ready for bed happens on auto-pilot, and small things like turning the oven off slip through the cracks. Derek’s never got this angry over it before, but that’s probably because he’s never said “yes” when Derek’s sleepily asked him if he remembered to turn it off, not when he actually didn’t.

He answered on auto-pilot. He didn’t mean to lie, but that doesn’t seem to matter that much to Derek as he wears down the living room carpet with his pacing, visibly seething. He tracks him with his eyes. He can’t afford to not see the blow coming.

The blow isn’t coming, he tries to tell himself. It’s not all that convincing when Derek stops mid-pace, turning to look at him dead in the eye.

“We could’ve died, Spencer! Does that mean nothing to you?”

Spencer doesn’t reply. He wants to, he really does, but the words are stuck in his throat, choked by fear and confusion and emotion and regret, God why didn’t I turn off the oven, I should’ve been better, it’s all my fault—

“Do you seriously not have anything to say?”

Spencer stares. He has so much to say. All of it is trapped in his throat, tangled in a mess of please don’t leave me and please god don’t hit me.

“You know, I can’t deal with this right now,” Derek mutters, throwing his hands up in the air, “this is unbelievable.” Spencer watches as he shrugs a coat over his shoulders, pulls on his shoes, pauses only to grab his wallet and keys, and walks out the door without looking back.

The door slams behind him and Spencer jumps at the loud noise, jolting out of his fear-ridden stupor, wincing as he’s forced out of his head and thrust back into reality. It’s only ten past ten in the morning; a nice, sunny Saturday in late Spring, and maybe in a different universe, Spencer and Derek are packing a wicker basket with a picnic, heading off to their favourite park to feed each other strawberries and enjoy jam-filled sandwiches.

In this universe, though, Spencer drags his heavy bones to the bathroom, and peels off his clothes. He feels weighed down, tied to some point of gravity far below his feet as he avoids the mirror at all costs and lets his pajamas lay where they fall instead of gathering them into a ball and throwing them into the hamper like he usually does. He turns the water on and steps under the spray, allowing himself to revel in the warm rivulets of water caressing his cold skin.

Shampoo bottles stand untouched in the caddy to his left. He’s not there to get clean, he’s there to forget and to think all at the same time. Slowly, he sinks to the floor, leaning against the wall as the water cascades down his front, but not before he turns the heat up. It’s a small comfort: the water just on the right side of too hot running down his face and his torso and his legs, pooling at his feet momentarily before sliding down the drain, never to be seen by him again.

Today shouldn’t have started like this, and it’s a hard pill to swallow that if he hadn’t left the oven on, it wouldn’t have. Derek would have smiled when Spencer stepped into the kitchen, pulled him into his arms and kissed him gently before making them pancakes while Spencer sat on the counter-top and told him everything running through his head. Derek would listen, enthralled, whether to the sound of Spencer’s voice or the words he’s saying, and he wouldn’t shut him up, not even when they sat down to eat.

They’d finally get ready for the day late in the morning, they’d decide what they would do that day, and they’d make a point to steal as many kisses as they could; making up for the affection lost during long cases.

Spencer knows this because it’s happened so many times before. They may have only been dating for just over six months, but they already live together, having fallen hard and fast; Emily teases them for it, calls them her favourite lesbian couple, and they don’t care because they’re in love.

Despite that, though, Spencer still hasn’t told Derek.

There are nights he lies awake pondering how unfair that is. He’s held Derek as he sobbed over memories of Buford, as he spilled every awful detail of the abuse he endured; he’s comforted him after he’d tried and failed to bottom, falling into a flashback every time, no matter how much he wanted to try it.

But Spencer stays silent. He doesn’t tell him about his dad beating him, or his mom getting confused off her meds and smacking him, shoving him, even punching him that one time. He doesn’t tell him about Matthew, his first real boyfriend, trapping him in an abusive relationship that took him months to get the courage to leave. About how when a third person hurt him, he began to wonder whether it really was his fault. Whether that was the only kind of love Spencer Reid deserved.

He stays silent now, staring at the shower wall. The fear has left him now the threat has too, and a cold type of numbness replaces it, and even once the water runs cold, he doesn’t leave. He traces the same four tiles with his eyes, drawing the same pattern with his gaze over and over again as his thoughts turn to an endless cycle of he’ll leave me, he’ll stay, he’ll hit me, he won’t, until he’s not really sure what he believes.

Derek is a good man, but Spencer knows how he can be. He messes up, he forgets things, he doesn’t read situations right, he doesn’t behave the way people think he should, he doesn’t think like a neuro-typical person does. And a good man can only put up with that for so long.

The proof is in the pudding, after all. Derek has always been understanding of things like this in the past. He’s given him a hug and told him not to worry about it, that mistakes happen, and no one can be expected to remember small things like this all the time. But this morning, he was furious. Spencer’s not sure he’s ever seen him so angry in all his years of knowing him, and it was directed at him. All because of an oven left on.

Eventually, a sound from the upstairs apartment drags him from his head again, and he’s suddenly aware of the cold water, of the way his body is trembling and his fingers are pruning. He pulls himself out of the shower, turning the water off, but he stands in the middle of the bathroom, aimlessly, for a long time. By the time he finally has the sense to wrap a towel around his body, he’s basically dripped dry. His hair is soaking wet and the dripping water is freezing, but he doesn’t have the energy to find a towel for his head, too, so he leaves it.

He walks towards the bedroom and climbs into bed, pulling the fluffy duvet over his damp skin and laying his wet hair on the pillow. It feels awful, being wet and damp under the dry bedding, but he doesn’t have the energy to move, so he stays there, towel still wrapped around his legs, hair still soaking the pillow, and he stares at the wall.

He doesn’t know what time it is, and he doesn’t know when Derek will come back home. If he ever will.

⭐️

Derek slams the door behind him as he storms out of the apartment, rage consuming his every move, his every thought. The force of it rattles the door frame, echoing down the empty corridor, but he can’t find it in him to care as he marches towards the elevator. The buttons are pressed with perhaps a little more aggression than socially acceptable, but the woman already on board takes one look at his face and has the sense to stay quiet.

He gets in his car and steps on the gas, the squeal of his tyres against the floor of the garage as he speeds out satisfying him more than it probably should. His jaw is locked and tight as he drives through the streets of DC, his thoughts going a million miles an hour, quieted only when he turns the radio up loud, a blasting soundtrack to his ferocious getaway.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he speeds down the highway, heading out of the city towards Baltimore. He doesn’t have a destination in mind: he’s just driving straight. Straight away from the apartment. Away from Spencer.

It’s after more than an hour of driving that his jaw finally loosens and the anger that had simmered in his blood so fiercely fades into reluctant rationality. He’s somewhere in the middle of Baltimore, and the traffic — the tangled road system he actually has to focus on — drags him from the absent headspace the highway had allowed him to slip into.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and turns off the road he’s on, onto a quieter one. As soon as he’s able to pull over, he does, and he hits the steering wheel angrily. “Fuck!” He leans forward, pulling off his sunglasses and burying his head in his hands. It’s not the same kind of anger he’d felt earlier, no. This time it’s directed purely at himself, fuelled by dismal regret.

Before he can stop it, his brain replays the fight with Spencer over and over, the wall he’d put up to block it out crumbling down as images of his boyfriend flood his mind. He hadn’t registered it in the moment, but looking back, God. There was something on Spencer’s face, something so broken, so scared and he feels nauseous at the realisation that he put that there.

Over something as fucking stupid as an oven.

Truthfully, he wasn’t really angry at Spencer. Waking up to see the oven left on again, even after Spencer promised he’d turned it off, was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

He’d fought with both his mom and Penelope yesterday, and he went to bed feeling like an utter failure, made even worse when Spencer had declined to join him, deciding instead to keep reading the series of papers he’d started earlier that evening. He woke up in a foul mood, and not even the sight of his peacefully sleeping boyfriend could make him feel better.

It’s his own fault. He should have communicated with Spencer: he should’ve told him about letting his mom down and saying the worst thing he possibly could have in his conversation with Penelope, but he didn’t. He silently stewed, and felt irrationally angry that Spencer wasn’t reading his mind. He knows for an absolute fact that if he’d asked Spencer to join him in bed last night, he would’ve dropped his studies immediately, and cuddled him until he felt better.

But he didn’t. And then he’d screamed at Spencer, in a way he never has before, over something he simply forgot to do. Derek swore to himself that he would never shout at or put Spencer down for his neurodivergent traits. Not in the way he’s seen so many people — regrettably, far too many of them on their own team — do before.

He’s always been understanding in the past, kissed Spencer’s hair and promised that it wasn’t a big deal, and he has always meant it. Because as dramatic as he’d been this morning, leaving the oven on wasn’t really the end of the world. He remembers ranting about the electricity bill, about how they were going to afford the house they were going to buy if he kept this up, about lying to him — even though he knew that was clearly an auto-pilot thing — about how dangerous it was. It’s a fan oven. They were never really in any danger.

What a god-awful way to let off the steam he’d built up and chosen not to let go.

As if he’s not already feeling shitty enough, though, his mind won’t stop circling back to the fear on Spencer’s face. The way he shouted back, but instead crammed himself into the corner of the sofa, never taking his eyes off him as he paced angrily back and forth.

He feels sick.

He digs his phone from the pocket in his sweatpants. He’s still in the clothes he sleepily pulled on in the dark this morning, and he hadn’t thought to bring his phone out with him, but luckily he’d picked it up off the kitchen counter that morning.

He clicks on Spencer’s name, listens to it ringing out as he desperately begs him to pick up. “Come on, baby, please,” he whispers, ignoring the tears burning behind his eyes. “Pick up, please.” He tries three more times before throwing it angrily on the seat next to him, allowing one more second of feeling the blind panic and the fury at himself before forcing himself to calm down.

Reaching over to his phone with one hand to turn the ringer up, he turns the ignition on and pulls back onto the road, heading back towards DC.

The traffic infuriates him, cursing as it takes thirty minutes to get back on the highway, but finally he’s back on the open road. It takes everything in him not to speed past the other cars, knowing that getting pulled over would only slow him down in the long run. He doesn’t turn the radio on. He just replays the fight again and again, each time remembering something new: something he said or something Spencer did.

He doesn’t wipe the tears away as they fall, lets them slide uncomfortably down his neck, under his collar, lets them drip into his lap, lets his nose run. It’s the only punishment he can afford himself right now.

Finally, finally, he pulls into their apartment building’s garage, finding their spot and parking roughly, abandoning the car as quickly as possible in favour of sprinting towards the elevator. He curses at the slow moving carriage, but it eventually spits him out on his floor, and he’s walking down the very corridor he stormed down just a few hours prior.

He pushes open the door to their apartment, closing it behind him softly. Suddenly, the nausea swimming in his gut isn’t just borne from regret, now fuelled by nerves and dreaded anticipation.

“Spence?” he calls softly.

He doesn’t know what to expect: he doesn’t know whether Spencer will be sad or angry, whether he’ll be screaming or crying. The kitchen and living room are empty, and the bathroom door is wide open, so he ventures into their bedroom.

Whatever he was expecting, it isn’t this.

Spencer’s tucked up in bed, duvet pulled up to his neck, facing away from the door. He doesn’t move so Derek thinks he might be sleeping, but when he circles the bed to check, he finds his eyes wide open, staring vacantly at a fixed point on the wall. They don’t flicker or blink or move when he steps into his field of vision, and Derek’s heart sinks, panic beginning to grip his chest.

“Spencer? Baby?”

When he still doesn’t move, Derek crawls onto the bed, and the movement or the sound or something must finally catch his attention, because all of a sudden his eyes are widening — in shock, surprise, fear, Derek doesn’t know — and he’s shifting under the covers.

“You’re back,” he says, and it’s so uneasy that Derek wants to cry.

“Yeah, baby, I’m back,” he says gently, “and I’m so sorry about earlier, I—”

He cuts himself off, because when he reaches to tangle his fingers in Spencer’s damp hair, he flinches. His hand freezes, but his stomach twists, because this is the confirmation he was both expecting and dreading. This is the confirmation of everything he prayed he had wrong, everything he wished he’d misinterpreted the whole drive home.

“Spence,” he whispers brokenly, withdrawing his hand, “I would never— never do… I’d never hurt you, God, I—”

A choked sob cuts him off this time, and another follows when he sees a tear sliding down Spencer’s face. A previously blank, emotionless canvas, his face is now full of sadness, tinged with the fear and guilt Derek hates himself for even suggesting was warranted in the first place.

“Derek,” he says softly, and his voice is so mangled with emotions he couldn’t even begin to decipher, it breaks his heart a little. He doesn’t say anything more though, eyes sliding shut instead as tears continue to stream down his face.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, because it’s the only thing he can think to say. “Anything, I— anything you need, you can have, Spence, I’d give you the world, you know that.”

Spencer’s quiet for a long time, and Derek sits there on the bed anxiously awaiting a response while trying to summon all the patience he doesn’t have as he stares at Spencer’s crying face.

“A hug,” he decides eventually, and Derek almost collapses in relief because, God, he can do that.

He crosses the small space between them, and carefully folds Spencer into a hug, sighing in relief as he melts into Derek’s side, placing his head on his chest and cuddling into him. Their legs tangle together and Derek holds him as gently and as closely as he can, carding his fingers through Spencer’s damp curls while his other hand rests on his waist, his thumb caressing the bare skin there.

He’s still in his towel, he thinks sadly. He didn’t have the energy to properly dry himself before crawling into bed. As if Derek could possibly feel shittier.

They lay like that quietly for a while before Spencer finally speaks. Derek wishes he hadn’t. The words “I’m sorry”, uttered so brokenly, so miserably, have no business leaving Spencer’s mouth.

“Baby, you have nothing to apologise for,” he says fiercely. “This is all on me. I’m sorry. Sorrier than I’ve ever been, Spencer, because this is completely my fault. I wasn’t actually angry at you, that’s the first thing you need to know, and I know that makes what I did so shitty, because you hadn’t even done anything wrong, but I was so pent up and frustrated with myself and I didn’t communicate that with you and— fuck, I’m doing such a bad job of explaining, I just. I need you to know, Spencer, that I’m not angry, okay? And I’m so sorry for losing it like I did, that never should have happened.”

He pauses and takes a breath in, burying his face in Spencer’s hair as he holds him even tighter, trying to keep his grip as gentle as possible.

“I never told you,” Spencer whispers after a couple beats pass.

Derek’s heart seizes tightly and he swallows. Prepares himself. “Never told me what, sweetheart?”

“My dad, he… he wasn’t a good man and he… you know, he hurt me a lot. And then my mom, when he left and she stopped taking her meds completely, she’d get so confused,” Spencer admits, voice so quiet as he murmurs into Derek’s chest that he has to strain to hear him. “She didn’t mean to, but she’d… And then my last boyfriend, he—”

He cuts himself off as a heaving sob that seems to come out of nowhere strangles his words and it’s all Derek can do to hold him tightly as Spencer cries, whispering every reassurance he can think of through his own tears. It shouldn’t be like this, he thinks. I shouldn’t know this just because of an argument we had; just because I lost control. Spencer should’ve been able to tell me on his own terms, in his own time.

He tries to cry as silently as possible, but it’s not easy when the grief of knowing the pain Spencer’s suffered in his life is weighing heavy on his chest, and the acidic taste of guilt abounds.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into Spencer’s hair. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He’s sorry for so many things he’s not sure he could list them all out, neatly and coherently, if he tried.

Spencer fists his hands in the soft cotton of Derek’s t-shirt. “I’m sorry I never told you.”

Derek balks at the guilt in his tone, as if he actually believes he has anything to apologise for. “Baby, you could’ve waited until we were old and grey to tell me and I wouldn’t be mad, okay? Trauma like this… it comes out in it’s own way in it’s own time. I’m not sure how or when I would’ve told you about Buford if everyone hadn’t found out the way they did. And if I’d waited to tell you, you wouldn’t be mad at me, would you?”

Spencer shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry that I triggered you the way I did, Spencer,” Derek says seriously, gently twirling a loose curl around his fingers. “It was inexcusable, and it was a problem of my own making. I know you didn’t mean to leave the oven on and I know you were operating on auto-pilot when you told me you turned it off last night, and nothing I said was true. I was mad about stuff that happened yesterday and I failed to communicate that. It’s all on me. Nothing about this is your fault, you hear me?”

“Really?”

The way Spencer cranes his neck to look up at him, the trusting innocence in his eyes both breaking and warming Derek’s heart. “Really.”

“I want to tell you, Der, it’s just—” He sighs. “I’ve never talked about it with anyone, and it’s hard. I don’t… I don’t know where to start.”

“We have all the time in the world for you to tell me, baby. You can tell me everything all at once, or drop tiny pieces of information when you feel like it, or never tell me anything else ever again, and any of that is perfectly okay. I just need you to know that what happened this morning will never happen again, okay? I promise you.”

Spencer shifts, moving from his position curled around Derek to prop himself up with one arm, facing his boyfriend properly. “Thank you,” he says earnestly, before leaning down to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. More than anything.” He kisses him again before moving the duvet and making to get up. “Now, how about I order us some pizza for lunch and we spend the afternoon in bed. You can read or we can watch some documentaries or a movie, whatever you want.”

A small smile crosses Spencer’s face, and nothing’s ever felt more like a win.

“I think that sounds like a plan.”

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[gaylittleinnkeepers]

MIRACUCLASS B99 AU???

HEAR ME OUT GUYS HEAR ME OUT

- ok,,,ok listen,,,sabrina as the captain? i feel like that would be so cool?

- YOU BET YOUR SOCKS THAT JULEKA IS THE PERFECT ROSA DIAZ,,,BUT INSTEAD OF COMING OUT AS BISEXUAL, SHE COMES OUT AS LESBIAN (BUT EVERYONE SECRETLY KNEW)

- juleka: i’m lesbian. one minute for questions, go. marinette?

marinette: how long have you known?

juleka: pretty much since i was born. rose?

rose: will you fucking marry me

- but like,,,,alya would make an awesome amy santiago, secretly?

- SKDJSKSM ALIX AS GINA LINETTI

- so like, their entire precinct is a fucking mess mostly bc anarka can’t be bothered cleaning stuff up

- there are several animals which have taken up residence there, most notably a dog named mozzarella (get it?? cause cheddar?? no?...okay.)

- ok ok starting w characters. adrien is probably one of those ppl who mostly stay at the precinct and are completely happy with staying at the building and doing paperwork. occasionally sabrina forces him outside

- sabrina is the captain: shes older than everyone else (not by too much, maybe two or so years) and she’s married to aurore beaureal who stops by a lot. she’s not exactly sure how the captain-ing works, but she’s working on it

- also she adores everyone in the precinct and makes sure she says good morning to absolutely everyone when she walks in. (mozzarella also belongs to her)

- marinette is one of their best detectives, she’s super badass and has secretly been seeing kagami, one of the higher-up detectives

- (rose and juleka both have gaydars, she can’t hide from the lesbians)

- kim is out in the field a lot, works a lot in the shootings and stuff

- max is usually back at the precinct, doing paperwork and making calculations ig. nobody rlly knows what max does, he’s just there. so is sabrina. if y’all have any ideas then pls tell

- ivan and mylene are partners in cri- law, they’re always out solving cases and interrogating people together, and they’re fuckin awesome at their job

- ohhhh rose and juleka!,! they’re mostly in charge of a lot of the undercover type things, cause they’re really awesome at looking discreetly like just another gay couple™️

- ivan: why can’t me and mylene do a couples undercover case?

rose, wearing a matching pink striped dress with sunglasses with juleka wearing a purple counterpart: cause only we can really fucking rock it, ivan

- despite popular belief, rose swears quite a bit

- also juleka is usually the one everyone turns to when interrogations are hard because she’s just so scary when left in a room to stare at the suspects

- ahhhh, alix my beloved

- she’s pretty much a gina linetti, she’s like the unofficial receptionist/counter lady of the precinct

- she also does some cases, usually when everyone else is busy

- but alix mostly deals w the calls that come into the precinct.

- chloé!!! my beloved!!!

- her job is kind of a terry crews? i know it sounds weird but. she‘s the oldest and had a hand in training all these guys

- chloé likes to pretend she’s always annoyed but rlly she’s a total mom to everyone (except alix, who has been trying to serenade her for god knows how long)

- chloé: what’s burning?

alix, leaning on her table: only my love for you

chloé: alix…aliX KUBDEL THE TOASTER IS ON FIRE

- nathanael is the guy who does drawings of suspect’s faces?? yo yo in those shows where a witness describes the suspect and the dude draws them?? yeah that’s him

- marc, his boyfriend, pops in a lot mostly for mental and emotional support

- alya is amy santiago?? thoughts??

- mostly it’s cause i feel like she overworks sometimes to seem like she’s rlly awesome at her job even though she really is. and nino (who would make a freaking awesome jake peralta) is always there to support his gf and be the token straight couple in the precinct

- ok ok now general shenanigans

- juleka and rose are actually the people that most go to for relationship advice. like, if nino and alya are fighting or something, they’d both (separately) go to see julerose and ask them what to do (juleka usually says ‘bone’ while rose says something a bit better)

- also, everyone is convinced that juleka and rose ‘do things’ in the basement but nobody can ever catch them at it so they’re not sure

- ivan and mylene work so WELL together and it’s so awesome to see them out and about

- adrien and rose are in charge of lost kid cases and the such

- one time there was a baby left behind by his mother, and those two took care of him until they found an orphanage that could take in the baby

- (rose cried for a week straight after that)

- y’all don’t know how CRAZY birthday parties get….we’re not going to go into chloé’s birthday that one time……

- oh! luka and kagami! my children! luka works part-time at a pizza place and part-time at the pub that everyone in the precinct goes to

- he occasionally brings them a pizza while they’re working and hangs out w his emo sis and pink future sis-in-law

- kagami, i said earlier, works with the higher-grade detectives and police guys

- she does more awesome spy-like things, but she adores the people of the precinct and makes a point of stopping by (probably to look at marinette)

- aurore is sabrina’s wifey who comes along for cookies and emotional support

this is already too long i’ll write more later

*retreats into hole*