Um can you do a Tomco, Daemon Soulmate au? Where the Daemons have the names of their humans Soulmate somewhere on them?
Sure I can! I like this idea, because most of my writing has been demons OPPOSED to being involved with humans. So this was a fun change of pace! I actually think you might have sent this before, but I must have accidentally lost it in the shuffle of things! I’m sorry! I have a lot of blogs so it’s easy to get mixed up. Sorry for the wait and enjoy!
“One day each of you will meet your human.” Holly spoke. “Your human to love, your human to protect, and your human to defend. It’s a demons job to fight for them. They’re weaker, they’re fragile, but they are the most amazing creatures in this universe.” She continued. “Each one is different, there isn’t a single human exactly like the next. That’s why they must be defended. A demon is disposable, we can create a new one of any of you from the flames. But once your human is gone… it’s forever.” She finished.
Tom watched the woman speak with wide eyes. She then turned to the room full of cubs and snapped her fingers. In a burst of red flames, a weapon appeared in front of each demon. Each weapon was different, and Tom felt like he already knew how to use his, even though it was a new oe than how he’d been training for years. “Today we will be practicing simple self defense techniques. After all, you can’t protect your human if you are dead.” Holly explained. The cubs nodded and scrambled to their feet, lifting their weapons. Holly clapped her hands and they began to spar in the organized way she taught previously.
Tom lifted up his double-sided axe and started the repeating motion of blocking his partner’s attacks. It got dull after about twenty runs.
Tom kept fighting until he stopped to look at something out of the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw a dragonfly buzzing around in circles around the dojo. He looked at it with wide eyes and saw it peacefully rest on a rock.
His daydream was interrupted when he was knocked off his feet. “Janna, cut it out!” Tom snapped. His friend stopped and Tom pointed. “Look.” His friend looked up at the dragonfly on the rock and got curious.
“How did it get down here, aren’t those from Earth?” She asked in a hushed tone. Tom nodded. They went closer until it flew away.
“Did you see how pretty it was?” Tom asked. He smiled and propped himself up on a rock. “All those colors… things from Earth are amazing! I hear when you look up you see the sky, not just rock. And there’s grass like you see on tv.” Tom continued. “But even better, our human is up there!” Tom got a dreamy look on his face.
“Yeah maybe YOUR human is, but MY human is off on a daring adventure!” Janna boasted. Tom’s eyes grew wider.
“You met Star?” He asked, looking at the name tattooed across Janna’s chest, the right side over he heart. Janna blushed and fell back.
“Well… no but… I’m sure she rules! And she;s probably doing something awesome in another dimension! She’s too cool for Earth! I just know it!” Janna jumped on her heels. “Where do you think your soulmate is?” Janna asked. Tom pulled his knees up to his chest.
“I’d know if I had one…” He mumbled.
“You have one, EVERYBODY has one!” Janna exclaimed.
“Janna! I don’t have a name anywhere on my body!” Tom cried out. “Trust me! I’ve checked!” He grabbed his friend by the shoulders and she laughed. “I’m serious… it’s just… not there.” He sighed and kicked a rock.
“Maybe your soulmate doesn’t have a name.” Janna shrugged. Tom rolled his eyes.
“Everybody has a name, Janna.” Tom huffed. “I don’t have a soulmate because nobody…” Tom cut himself off and Janna put arm arm around his shoulder. She knew he was about to say nobody could love him. The teasing when they were just little kids hurt his feelings, but after years of seeing everyone else fall in love and find their human… it just got to him.
“Maybe one day a name will appear. Who knows? My demon mom’s soulmate’s name appeared on her when she was four.” Janna continued.
“Because your human mom is four years younger! She wasn’t born at the same time!” Tom exclaimed. “I’m fifteen, we both know that’s too long.” He reminded Janna. “So unless my soulmate doesn’t have a name… I’m unlovable.”
Marco looked in the mirror, standing backwards, same as every morning. He had his hair pulled back and he was looking at the writing expertly hidden behind his hairline behind his right ear. “What are you doing?” Star asked, coming into the room.
“My hair grows back and it covers up my soulmates name.” Marco pouted.
“Just get an undercut again, you looked cute with it.” Sar complimented. Marco beamed at his best friend and nodded. He let his hair back down and sighed. “What’s the matter?” Star asked, scooting closer. Marco shrugged and played with his thumbs.
“I just feel like… aren’t our demons supposed to find us?” He asked. “You always say how you feel Janna thinking about you and you feel her looking but… All I know about my demon is his name is Tom.” Marco explained. “It’s like he’s not even searching, sometimes when I think of him I just get sad, like he’s sad about the thought of me.” Marco continued.
“Hey, that’s not true!” Star gave him a hug. “Your soulmate is probably crazy about you! And he’s sad because he can’t find you.” Star tried. Marco sighed and nodded. He put his hand back up and rubbed the name tattooed in the most obscure spot.
“Don’t demons have horns?” Marco asked. Star shrugged.
“Some of them, why?” She asked.
“Well soulmates names are tattooed in the same place for both person.” Marco remembered. “So if mine is here, then so is Tom’s. But if Tom has horns, he’d never be able to see the name, even if he shaved his hair it would still be blocked by his horns.” Marco continued. “And he wouldn’t have a reason to shave his head if he didn’t know, so nobody else would see it.” Marco explained.
“What are you getting at?” Star asked.
“Do you think he knows I’m his soulmate? Do you think he knows I exist?” Marco asked. “Think about it, if you never saw a name, you would just think you have no soul mate, maybe that’s why he won’t find me! He thinks I’m not here!” Marco shot up. “Star! I need to find him!” He cried.
“What? But the demons are the warriors, they find us… right?” She asked.
“Well I can’t just be a damsel in distress my whole life, because my knight won’t come for me if he doesn’t know I’m real.” Marco explained, grabbing his hoodie and making his way to the door.
“But we’re humans. The demons rescue us.” Star recalled everything they told her in school.
“Well today, I’m the hero, and I’m going to save my demon.” Marco declared.
“Marco wait!” Star called. Before he left she grabbed her heart-shaped purse. “I’m going to find Janna.” She grinned. “If you break the rules, I break ‘em too! Let’s go to the underworld to fall in love!” She giggled. Marco grinned and the two kids raced out of the house.
What's the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?
During the night, I don’t exactly sleep but rather lay awake for eight hours so I don’t know which part of this time frame counts as my actual morning. I will prepare for the day before sunrise by doing including but not limited to the usual: shower, get dressed, brush teeth, smile exercises, repeating motivational mantras to the mirror, and more. After I’m all ready for the day I wake up Gwen and the other sleepy campers with my “Good Morning” song. I think its starting to grow on them seeing as I have found myself needing less and less bandages in the morning!
Do you know any spells to draw someones attention? Like, I want this particular person to notice me because I really wanna get ro know them. I'll do the obvious and actually attempt to talk to them but like Id like to stand out and draw their attention to me. Sorry if something like this has been posted before I cant find anything on it.
I think a glamour would be best for this! (Are glamours a type of spell or are they their own thing? 😅)
I’m on a trip for the next few days so I’m away from my laptop and can’t search for any possible spells for you. Check out @magic-for-the-masses ’s glamour tag, they’ve got a lot of excellent resources ☺️. I also don’t have my grimoire so I don’t have all of my plant species energy notes and can’t recommend the *best* herb combination based on energy so just take this as a general suggestion of something to do and choose your ingredients as you see fit.
I’m a big fucking fan of powders so that’s what you’re gonna get 🤗
First things first, you want to make sure that you’re attracting *positive* attention. You don’t want to stand out to them because of something embarrassing or bad. So for this spell let’s have you stand out for your friendship qualities 😇
If I recall correctly (and be sure to verify since I’m just doing this off of memory): Passion flower, carnation, apple, cloves, myrtle, sweet pea, acacia, and lavender are used for friendship spells. Now for the attention part, you’ll want something that’s shiny and catches the eye. Glitter will probably be the best.
When combining the ingredients you’ll need to do it slowly and one by one. Start with the glitter, add it and manipulate its energy into a cord. Can be as simple as sensing the glitter energy and visualizing it transforming into the cord. It will act as the foundation for this spell since the main purpose of it is “to attract attention”.
Now we add the herbs, one at a time. As you put in the herbs, think about the qualities that make you an attractable friend. Why would someone want to talk and spend time with you? These are the traits that we want to bring attention to. As you grind it, take the energy of the herb, manipulate it into a cord, and wrap it around the glitter’s cord. You can shape the cord anyway you want. A braid? Licorice? Doesn’t matter and you can just will it into whatever form instead of meticulously creating it. Plant energy is pretty open to being played with from what I’ve found. Do this for each herb until they’ve all been grounded. (If you don’t have the tools for grinding it’s nbd, just charge em a bit once everything is added together)
Once you’re finished with that, merge all of the elements of the energy cord together so that you have one unified cord of energy. This is the energy of the spell! 😊Take that energy and allow it to expand all over your body as if it were a skin-tight suit. Don’t bring it into yourself, keep it external! I can’t really see anyway that you’d serious harm yourself if you took in the energy internally, it’ll just defeat the purpose of the spell.
Once that is complete, put the ingredients of the powder in a small container such as a small bottle or satchel, anything small enough to carry in your pocket. Even a ziplock bag would work! This is the anchor for the spell’s energy that will make maintenance easier. Carry the container on you when you want the glamour to be at its strongest ie when you’re around the person you want the attention of. If you feel the energy weakening, charge the anchor any way you wish! When you’re done with the glamour, dispose of the anchor and cleanse yourself. And there you go!😺
If you’re interested in this person for romance, you can add these herbs (once again I’m pulling from memory so be sure to verify) and think about what romantic qualities you posses that you want to draw attention to, might be the same as the friendship ones. Just don’t completely substitute romance for friendship because a good relationship is built on friendship! 😇:
Caraway (mlm), chamomile, rose hips, gardenia, ginseng, juniper, jasmine, rosemary
When your soulmate is eating something you can taste it on your lips, just slightly. And maybe feel it on your lips too, like the powder of a cinnamon donut, except you can’t lick it away, so you’re just stuck with it like ‘damn you asshole, lick your goddamn lips! This is annoying!’
If they’re having cravings you do too. Sometimes you’ll get cravings for what you’ve just eaten.
If you taste something like strawberry lip gloss you know their either getting ready for a night out or kissing someone. Or maybe they just like the taste.
You constantly lick your lips when they’re eating something you like because 'oh gods this taste so good, what is it?’ or 'I haven’t had that in ages!’
You get jealous of the fact that they have such nice food ALL THE DAMN TIME.
When they’re eating something you don’t like you try to not lick your lips for so long. It gets annoying and is hard to do for a while so you just put on lip gloss. Then you think 'awe, man. What if they don’t like… And that’s why they put on lip gloss the other week?’
One day you try to send them a recipe. So you just, like, munch on a piece of toast, then lick some honey, then eat some banana so they’ll try your favourite meal and you’ll have that taste on your lips without actually eating it.
One day you think 'what kind of idiot eats peanut butter with jam - holy shit it’s an American! Or someone in America… Maybe they just like it? Oh god will I have to take 20-something hour flight to find them? Uuuhhhggghhh!’
You’re in the middle of a test but just can’t stop licking your lips because 'oh god glazed donuts…’
You can’t place a taste but you know you’ve tasted it before.
After going to Harry Potter world you realise 'it’s butterbeer!’ and then you try a butterbeer cappuccino or whatever and are just - 'goddamn it you jerk you ruined all my experiences!’
You start craving a signature dish from your town that is only served there. You go to the restaurant and see three people eating the meal, so you just walk up to the counter, order something that is nothing like the dish or something that you know that person hates because every time after you eat it you taste mouthwash.
You calmly sit down and just watch the people as you eat your meal. The person you least expected it to be - oh god it can’t be - looks up and is just like 'fuck’ and has that expression on their face.
They look around and see you. Their eyes widen at what you’re eating. You’re the only one eating it. You smirk and wave at them because 'haha sucker you laughed when I was teased about my soulmate and it’s you!’
Or one day you turn to your best friend like 'hey, can you see if anyone is eating -’ your eyes widened as you see they’re eating the EXACT MEAL you can taste.
Or a different ending where you follow a celebrity on Instagram and just see a picture of a steak with the caption being 'why the hell do I taste banana and honey… I’m eating a steak!’
And you just drop your toast. Your family stares at you as you squeal. Then you realise 'shit. That could be anyone.’ But you do taste steak… 'But anyone can be eating steak!’ You rush to the kitchen and pull out dark chocolate and go to the bathroom and start brushing your teeth.
Soon you see another picture of a steak and a caption of 'okay, now I’m tasting ANOTHER thing that clashes with my meal. Soulmate, please let me eat in peace… AND WHO HAS DARK CHOCOLATE AND TOOTHPASTE?!?! Will my future babies eat like this too? God save me…’
YES, this, is for today’s prompt “Confession” and I’m absolutely NOT ASHAMED OF IT 8DD
I was kinda sad when I realized the crossover prompt didn’t win the poll so last week I was like “WELL SHIT I’M DOING A CROSS OVER ANYWAY” and litteraly made this one before all the other prompts
Lapidot reminds me a lot of other ships I love but the most similar is Alphyne but Lapidot is still my big fav tho so I felt the need to make this because it thought this was fun and because this is one of my favorite parts of Undertale and because I’m a huge trash
I mean come on you got the small blonde nerd having a huge crush and a cool, blue and strong one. The small one takes their blue gf in their fandom, they look at each other with the weirdest and cutest faces…Also you got a child, who help them making it work
I…just love these dorks <3
Btw I first didn’t know who would replace MTT but Sardonyx seems to be a good choice. I’m just currently laughing at what I’ve done lmao
I feel like Derek must be legitimately confused when people don't find Stiles attractive. Like Scott will forever remain a mystery to him cuz SCOTT YOU GREW UP WITH HIM WHY DONT YOU WANNA HAVE SEX WITH HIM????
I kind of get the feeling Derek would be relieved more than anything no one has “taken Stiles off the market” before they can sort out their shit than anything else.
Like, Derek is aware people find Stiles a lot to take (he knows he did, in the beginning) but he is also convinced the moment Stiles escapes to college he’s going to be scooped up by at least a dozen amazing people in his first year and he’ll have missed his chance for good, whatever his “chance” is supposed to be. Stiles is under appreciated in Beacon Hills and Derek sort of, maybe relies on that after he moves away; as he and Stiles grow closer, sending e-mails and postcards back and forth; as Derek realises, fuck, what he was sure would fade in time has only grown stronger. Because how could Derek possibly compare to someone who hasn’t got his emotional baggage? Someone without the tragic back story. Someone who can actually communicate with Stiles in a way he’s always needed, but never quite gotten.
And Derek hates it, hates the first night Stiles kisses him, the day before his college graduation - tentative and scared - and his first thought is thank god no one ever saw in you what I see. It’s a pretty ugly thought but Derek is certain he never would have stood a chance otherwise. He doesn’t understand how people don’t think Stiles is a great catch, especially now he’s matured; is often baffled (and irrationally angry) whenever someone leaves Stiles’ bed after a one night stand that Stiles had hoped would be something more. He doesn’t get why people don’t fall in love with him the moment they get to know him, even if his sense of humour is astoundingly bad and makes Derek want to punch the nearest wall sometimes.
He doesn’t get it because Stiles is beautiful. And not just in the way he stands or sleeps or smiles, but in the way he gestures erratically with his hands; in the way he makes those awful, inappropriate jokes at two in the afternoon as he shovels pie in his mouth and laughs, all by himself, despite every shitty thing that’s happened to him. He’s beautiful when he’s tired and sometimes when Derek watches him charge - scared but loyal to the end - at the next fucked up thing that comes their way, he has to remember to hide the fact he can’t fucking breathe beneath a well timed scowl.
Stiles Stilinski is a mystery to Derek because he’s the most infuriating asshole he’s ever met, and yet if it turned out Stiles was some kind of supernatural creature with angel blood he wouldn’t be surprised because Stiles makes the darkness seem not only bearable, but beautiful.
So I watched the movie again and even though Rita says she chose Trini because she was the outsider, I think part of it was because Trini was the one who would actually see reason. Trini is obviously the least impulsive in the group and it always seeing and assessing before doing something. You can see this when she sees the others the day after the crash. She runs away. Why? Because last time she was with them she almost died twice.
1. When the explosion hit, she was the one that fell from the edge.
2. The train
everyone’s saying how cowardly it was of Lars to run and hide while
he should have tried to defend Sadie in the last episode, but I actually
thought that it was super realistic?? like honestly come on, he’s a teenager
who, unlike Connie or Steven, has never been in a real battle, and before that
he spent a day inside his captor’s body, of course he was terrified. I’m not exactly
a fan of Lars as a character, and I’m not trying to say that it is totally fine
to abandon your loved one when their life is in danger, I just think that he
can’t be judged in a situation like that. Lars is an ordinary boy, not heroic, and
no one can tell for sure how they will behave if facing a giant alien killing
machine, right? he really tried to pluck up his courage, but failed. to me, that
made him more relatable, not pathetic or bad
he stayed on the ship because of that, and I’m sure that he will get an opportunity
to prove himself in the future episodes)
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It’s one AM and these kinda just popped into my head LETS GO
• Connor fails his suicide attempt, Zoe finds him in his room about a minute after Connor swallowed a fuck ton of pills
•Evan hears about this cause Connor is always a main source of gossip at the school
• especially for Jared
• Evan thinks about when he failed his suicide attempt and knew, at least partly, how Connor felt
• Evan, knowing he wouldn’t be able to just walk up to Connor and start talking, starts writing letters
• Dear Connor Murphy, I heard what happened and I want you to know, I failed as well over the summer
• Evan always signing them as Sincerely Me
• Connor getting the first letter five days after he leaves the hospital, two days after he goes back to school
• Connor reading it, and thinking
• maybe I’m not completely alone
• Evan writes Connor a letter every Tuesday and Thursday
• Whenever Connor ditches school he makes sure it isn’t a Tuesday or Thursday
• Evan mentions things that go on in his life, how he wishes he could stand up for himself, how he wishes he could help his mother, how he wishes he could talk to the girl he likes
• Connor starts to develop feelings for the mystery writer but ignores it cause
• A. Who would like him
• B. I don’t even know who writes the letters, how the fuck can I be in love
• Evan slowly starts to make sure Connor is doing okay when ever Connor actually shows up to his math class
• Evan slowly starts to realize that he doesn’t like Zoe as much, but why?
• Evan shoots up in bed one night thinking
• Fuck. I like the school stoner
• Evan then slaps himself cause that’s not all that Connor is
• his mom hears him talking to himself and asks if everything is alright
• Evan quickly shouts back a yes, and gets back in bed, still thinking of Connor Murphy
• the last day of school before Christmas Break, Evan leaves a small gift at Connors locker and a note even though it’s Friday
• he’s surprised to see that Connor also left a gift at his locker for the mystery writer
• Evan puts it under the tree
• Heidi asks where it came from and Evan starts blushing and stuttering and mumbling about how he writes letters to Connor Murphy
• Heidi sees the light in her sons eye that hasn’t been there in years
• She bakes cookies for Evan to give to Connor
• Evan brings the cookies to the Murphy’s house, rings the door bell and runs
• Cynthia opens the door to see a plate of cookies and card saying ‘Dear Connor Murphy, have an excellent Christmas, sincerely me’
• Cynthia is super excited cause she believes that Connor has an actual FRIEND
• Cynthia takes the cookies up to her sons room
• Connor opens the door, glaring at his mother, and then he sees the cookies and the note card
• he picks it up and reads it quickly before blushing and grabs the plate, shutting his door
• on Christmas Evan opens Connors present last and is very happy to see that it’s a tree encyclopedia with a note that said ‘you always talk about how you love trees so, here’ and on the other side is a beautifully drawn tree
• CONNOR MURPHY CAN DRAW SO FUCKING WELL AND EVAN JUST MELTS AT THE TREE AND HE INSTANTLY PINS IT TO HIS WALL
• Connor opens his gift in his room, and is surprised to see two new black sweatshirts and a bottle of black nail polish, the saying ‘Dear Connor Murphy, your sweatshirts seem to have a lot of holes, I didn’t know if it was for comfort or what but I got you a new one. Oh and I really like your nails so here’s some more polish, sincerely me’ Connor actually smiles, and he feels all warm inside AND WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS WHAT THE FUCK
• Jared eventually finds out that Evan writes Connor letters cause he saw the tree on the wall while Evan was getting snacks and flipped it over and read the note
• he immediately asked Evan who it was from
• Evan blushes and mumbles Connor
• Jared demands a wider explanation
• he doesn’t stop teasing Evan about it
• At school Jared starts acting funny around Connor and Connor starts to freak out cause
• SHIT IS JARED THE LETTER GUY
• but he calms down for a second when Jared accidentally spills the beans
• Connor was reading another one of Evans’s notes, Jared walks up to him with a shit eating grin and says
• 'Another love note from Evan Tree Boy Hansen I see.’
• Connor is instantly relieved they’re not from Jared
• he then freaks out cause THE CUTE QUIET DORKY NERD THAT SITS BEHIND ME IN MATH WRITES ME FUCKING LETTERS
• Connor corners Evan after school
• Evan is nervous cause he thinks Connor hates him.
• he is pleasantly surprised when Connor gives him a quick thank you before dashing off
• Connor then starts to write Evan letters on Wednesdays and Fridays. Monday’s are the chill day
• Connor finally accepts that he totally loves Evan but he still thinks that Evan could never like him that way, especially since the guy Evan mentions in his letter can’t be him
• beautiful brown hair? Nope
• gorgeous blue eyes that seem to have a hint of brown in the left one? Well yes but they aren’t gorgeous, his are hideous
• a face that was crafted by God himself? Absolutely not
• Evan starts to wonder if Connor wants to be friends with him and asks him exactly that in a letter
• Connor replies with a 'no shit’ and his phone number
• Evan was ecstatic when they hung out for the first time
• so was Connor
• and their moms
• at the end of senior year, Evan tells Connor that he has to take a gap year to save up money
• Connor decides he’s not going to college without Evan as he doesn’t know how to make friends and he was just fucking lucky with Evan
• They were hanging out at Evans house the next winter and they both had a few drinks cause what 18 year old doesn’t drink. Evan isn’t THAT innocent guys
• they both tell each other that they like one another and share a small kiss that they both have wanted for a while
• they fall asleep on the couch, holding each other
Imma stop there. Feel free to add on, that was insanely long and I might write an actual thing for this?
First thing Keith did when he got home was scream into his pillow and flop onto his bed.
Lance had kissed him!
He hottest and most popular guy in school had actually kissed him.
“Good day?” Shiro asked from the door way.
He didn’t have his prosthetic on and looked like he had just gotten out of the shower with his hair still wet clinging to his forehead.
“Shiro am I dead?” Keith asked remaining face down.
“What?” He asked in surprise sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I think I must of died, maybe I’m passed out somewhere and it didn’t really happen.” Keith mumbled.
Shiro was starting to get worried, he had never seen his brother like this before. “Keith, buddy you need to tell me what happened.”
“Lancekissedme.” Keith said very very quietly.
“What was that?” Shiro asked sure he must of misheard him.
“L-Lance the guy everyone at school loves kissed me…”
Keith bit his lip nervously staring down at his Spider-Man bed spread.
Shiro started laughing causing the younger boy to glare up at him. “What’s so funny!” He demanded.
“I figured you had killed someone.” Shiro answered between laughs. “Never expected you to act this way over a little old kids, anyone would think it was… wait a second.” Shiro peered at him for a second before putting his hand on his shoulders “Keith Kogane was that your first kiss?” He asked quietly, his voice and face masked in neutrality.
Keith hesitated before finally nodding.
Shiro’s grip tightened and a forced smile appeared on his face. “Really? And this random hot shot took it?” The casual tone sounded so forced that Keith found himself cringing.
“He’s not some random guy.”
“So then why have you never mentioned him before?” Shiro asked.
“Well erm… cause we never really talked and stuff.” Keith shrugged pretending not to mind when Shiro’s grip became a little painful.
“Oh.” Was all he said.
“Oh?” Keith questioned.
“Yes oh…” Shiro dropped his hand to his lap thinking for a moment. “I’ll talk to you later, I need to think over something.”
Keith watched in concern as his bother stumbled out of the room mumbling to himself.
“Allura I kissed Keith!” Lance yelled wheeling his chair into his oldest sisters room.
She was lying on her stomach across her bed messing around on her laptop.
“Jeez Lance ever learn how to knock.” She sighed sitting up to look at him.
“No time! I kissed Keith! Keith Kogane!” He yelled.
Allura’s eyes widened “oh… my… god…”
“You kissed the guy you declared your rival!”
“The guy you’ve had a crush on for like ever!”
“You had your first kiss with your dream guy!”
At this point Allura had jumped up and was kneeling in front of Lance. “Ok tell me everything!”
Lance explained how he had broken his leg and Keith helped him get home and in the spur of the moment he decided to kiss him before slamming the door in his face so he could hide behind Leo for a few hours.
Allura listened growing increasingly more excited.
“Ok I’m taking you to school tomorrow!” She decided. “Your cars in the shot anyway, and it’s not like you can walk to school. Plus I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my little bro.”
She hugged him making Lance squirm pretending not to enjoy her hugs when in fact he loved them. “Allurrrrrra.” He moaned pushing her away.
The next morning Keith was in the kitchen having breakfast when Shiro walked down in his sleepless tank top that he only ever wore when he wanted people to notice just how ripped her was.
“I’m coming to school with you. And before you say no I’m gonna say that I don’t care what you have to say. I need to go down their anyway and this has nothing to do with this Lance boy.”
Keith wasn’t convinced but knew arguing would be pointless.
So that’s how Keith found himself stuck with his brother leaning against the bonnet of his car in the parking lot looking for anyone that fit Lance’s description.
“Shiro seriously stop.” Keith rolled his eyes as Shiro glared at yet another tall skinny tanned boy.
“Not until I meet this boy, I just want a chat.”
Keith groaned. He knew this would happen.
The two whipped their heads round to see a tall woman running directly towards them.
Shiro blushed, he would know that beautiful white hair anywhere.
Allura came to a stop just short of running into the two and was smiling.
“Lance is in the office and I figured I would let you know. I’m sure the two of you have a lot to talk about.”
Keith paled slightly “whys he in the office? Is he ok?” He asked a little too quickly to sound casual.
Allura nodded waving him off with her hand “oh yes he is perfectly fine, just needed to change his class schedule so he doesn’t have to go up any stairs until his prosthetic’s repaired.”
Keith didn’t wait for anymore information and instead took off running leaving the two adults alone.
“It’s good to see you again Shiro, I heard you got back but didn’t have your number.”
Shiro swallowed “oh yeah… erm so you know Lance?”
Allura laughed “I would hope so, he is my little brother after all.”
Shiro helped whatever god was looking out for him that he didn’t end up yelling at his crushes little brother right in front of her. “Oh. I never realised.”
“Not many do, Lance was adopted after he lost his parents in the same accident that cost him his legs, it’s been hard for him. But I’m sure you understand better then anyone what losing a limb is like.
Shiro was silent. He hadn’t realised Lance was like him.
“Yeah I do.”
every time she sees him, she can’t help commenting on how tall he’s getting. you’ve grown again, even, you’re head’s going to touch the ceiling soon!
she doesn’t have favourites - really, she doesn’t; she loves all her son’s friends - but she always gives even an extra spoonful of food, winking at him as she does it, and even just smiles fondly at her and tucks in
sometimes, even will detach himself from elias and the boys and go to the kitchen, to help mamma bakkoush with the cooking. they would talk and talk and talk, about nothing and everything, and she teaches him all these little tricks, like how adding a splash of sour cream makes your eggs taste better
occasionally, she’ll find even awake at ridiculous times at night. 3am, 4am. she’ll be downstairs getting a drink, and she finds him, sat at the table or in the living room, restless, wide awake. “can’t sleep?” she’ll ask quietly, and even will look at her and shake his head. and so she makes them both a hot chocolate, and settles on the sofa with him. she’ll watch a film with him and listen as even tells her about the camera angles and directional choices and, ok, she’s really, really tired, but she takes comfort in knowing even isn’t awake alone
another evening, she finds him downstairs reading one of their qur’ans. when he sees her, he shuts it quickly and apologises, standing up awkwardly, and she just sits next to him and asks what he was doing, voice kind and quiet and gentle. “i was just interested, that’s all, i’m sorry,” he says. but mamma bakkoush tells him there’s nothing to apologise for, nothing at all. and she proceeds to tell him to read it if he wants to, and to let her know if he has any questions, or wants to talk about it with someone. and the little sparkle he gets in his eyes when she says it, and the smile that won’t really go away, makes her so so happy.
but soon, everyone can’t help noticing that even isn’t…isn’t well. mamma bakkoush notices this. even’s mother notices this; has phoned about it in tears. he won’t get help. can’t see anything different about his behaviour. and mamma bakkoush tries to talk to elias about it, but he doesn’t want to believe it. says it’s just even, mamma, this is what he’s like
there’s a night though, where even shows up at their house unexpectedly and asks for elias. but elias is out, so he ends up talking to mamma bakkoush. and he tells her he just needed to get away. he doesn’t say it, but she knows his parents have been pushing him to see doctors recently. she knows he’s been refusing, that he’s found being at home….it’s a lot for him. she knows it’s tiring and terrifying and she can just see the exhaustion radiating off him.
she rings even’s parents to let them know he’s safe and with her, and then she makes some hot chocolate and settles in the living room with him. even is quiet and subdued and just…not there, really. at all. but then even asks her if she can read something - anything - from the qur’an to him. his voice is quiet and husky and so, so soft, but almost desperate, too. desperate and somewhere between hopeless and hopeful.
mamma bakkoush smiles and nods, reading a passage that she hopes will calm him. and sure enough, she’s barely been reading for five minutes before even stops fighting sleep and lets it wash over him, snoring softly, and she smiles and takes the hot chocolate away, popping a blanket over him to keep him warm
she’s about to go upstairs when she hears his voice again. he’s barely conscious - still asleep, really, but he says, “mrs. bakkoush?”
and she turns to him and yes, his eyes are closed, he really is just sleep talking, but she says, “yes, even?’ anyway
and then he opens his eyes. tired, heavy, teary. and he says, voice barely above a whisper and so, so vulnerable; “can you pray for me?”
mamma bakkoush simply smiles, walking over to him and crouching so their eyes meet. she places a hand over his, pushing his hair away for his eyes and smiling quietly at him before saying, “my darling, i pray for you every day”
even falls asleep again after that, and it’s the first time in a while, mamma bakkoush thinks, that he’s actually slept through the night
then, one day, even stops coming over. the boys no longer talk to him. and she knows he isn’t her son, and that teenagers are teenagers and friendships can come and go, but she can’t help this ache in her chest. she just misses him. and she tries to encourage elias to patch things up between them, but it doesn’t work. eventually, they don’t talk about him much anymore, but it doesn’t stop her thinking about him, praying for him, hoping he’s ok
and oh, when even comes back. he looks terrified, like he’s anticipating the worst, all wide eyed and chewed lips, and she knows even, knows he will have worried about not being wanted here, worried that she’d hate him for what happened between him and elias. she knows all this, which is why, when she sees him, she smiles wide, arms open, and says, “come here.” and she pulls him into a hug, squeezing him tightly, then she pulls away and cups his cheeks, making their eyes meet as she says, “i’m so happy to have you back, even.” and she says it with such force, such sincerity, such meaning, that even really can’t do anything but believe her.
“Nope,” Chat Noir admits, trying to
keep any disappointment from sneaking into his tone. He’d never slept over at
someone’s house before. His father was far
too protective to have him do something like that.
But like at the same time, Christians who have certain jobs need to throttle back at work because for real it gives me hives being told “Have a blessed day!” by someone like a receptionist at a doctor’s office. It happened today and while she was super-sweet and very obviously genuine (in context, I think she was actually trying to make me feel safe) it was still one of those “…welp…” moments. I’d just told her two minutes before that my girlfriend would be coming to the appointment with me. My cat was out of the bag, no takesie-backsies.
Christians have a very nasty track record with violence and obstruction against LGBT people like me, so I suddenly am aware that there are people around who might hate people like me, and they have the ability to make my getting medical care difficult or even impossible.
I get that even if they didn’t SAY it, they would still have the same biases, but I don’t have much choice in who I see, so I’d be stuck with them regardless, and I’d rather not have the anxiety of worrying about it. My other choice is not disclosing that I’m queer if it comes up, and even when not saying anything about it is an option, which it often isn’t, it’s not one I’m willing to take. I have to choose between being safe and being honest, and that’s shitty.
It can be hard to imagine, I think, for Christian people, what it’s like to be afraid like that, because to Christians, Christianity is a great thing and Christians are great people.
But like the first psych doctor they wanted to send me to for my disability reevaluation worked out of a Christian therapy office (okay) and their clinic policy was “gay people are against God.” (Not okay at all.)
My disability eval was going to be performed by a dude who was comfortable telling children they are wrong to be gay.
I called up the disability office the day I got the letter and got another doctor to do the eval. Thank goodness they were willing to reassign my case after I told them there was “a potential conflict of interest that might threaten the doctor’s impartiality.” Thank goodness I had the spoons to make the call and the presence of mind to phrase my issue the way I did instead of just yelling “MOVE I’M GAY.”
I mean, y’all understand, I could have gotten my benefits yanked if I’d gone in there and they’d taken a dislike to me based on the fact that I’m not cishet. Legal protections aside, there is no impartial third party monitoring that appointment, and they have total control over what goes on their paperwork. There is literally nothing keeping them from recommending I be denied. For disabled people, legal protections are only effective to the extent we can afford to enforce the law with our own money. Money that, if you are on disability, you obviously do not have.
Without my benefits, especially medical coverage, I cannot survive. So like.
A lot is riding on the goodwill of people who have been shown to historically have very little goodwill for people like me. I don’t like being reminded of it.
Y’all are cool, I love y’all so so so much, but y’all are also really fucking scary in large groups, and when one of y’all has power over me, I never know whether I can trust you and that shit is scary.
Ignacio enters the Pixie’s Kitten. It’s a very fine establishment, with plenty of people wearing very strategically placed bits of silk, as well as some rowdy dudes enjoying the libations and sights.
Ignacio: Hola, I am seeking for men and women to fly my ship.
Everyone looks up at this bombastic entrance and several people raise an eyebrow.
A scantily clad women, presumably of the evening, takes Ignacio’s arm.
“Well, I’m sure we can find someone who can… pilot.”
Ignacio: So long as they are good with the helm and accepting of gold, I do not care.
Madam: “Well, are you looking for a… bosun, or a cabin boy?”
Ignacio: Preferably a bosun, por favor.
Ignacio is not quite so familiar with sailing terms in Common.
The woman pats Ignacio’s arm and walks off, sighing to herself.
“The good looking ones always plow the other row…”
Ignacio: Plow rows? I’m looking for sailors.
Madam: “No no, I understand. We’ll find someone.”
The woman walks into a back room and is gone for some time, before coming back with a guy that might have been carved from a tree. He looks Ignacio up and down.
This burly fellow is shirtless and looks like his skin is half oil.
Ignacio: Ehh… He does not look like a sailor.
He’s not wearing the uniform.
Señor, do you have a sailor’s outfit?
Madam: “I think I could find one somewhere.”
Ignacio: I’m not convinced. Can you provide me a more authentic sailor? Perhaps someone who owns a belaying pin?
The man grins.
“I have one of those, too. Not sure where it is, though. You want to help me find it?”
Ignacio: I suppose. Do you mind long stays in the sky?
Faregal: “I do need to be paid overtime.”
Ignacio: Do you have any experience at the helm?
Faregal: “Helm and belowdecks, too.”
Ignacio turns to the madam.
Ignacio: I would like to bring this one with me.
The madam blinks.
Madam: “We don’t typically do long jobs.”
Ignacio: I will be keeping him. I’ll pay him well. I desperately need a helmsman for my long voyages in the sky.
I don’t normally hire prostitutes as sailors, but I think this one can do the job. What is your name, señor?
Faregal: “How mu- wait, an actual sailor?”
Ignacio: Did I stutter?
The buff dude looks confused for a few moments before nodding.
Faregal: “Right. Of course. A ‘sailor’. Sure. What are your rates?”
Ignacio: Two gold per day.
The buff prostitute blinks.
Faregal: “Two g-”
Turns to the madam.
Faregal: “I quit, you’ve been lovely, thanks, bye.”
Ignacio: Bien. I have one more place to visit before you see the ship. Hasta luego, señora.
The madam stares after this high roller.
Ignacio walks out of the brothel with the prostitute in tow, What is your name?
Ignacio: Bien Faregal. I need you to perform any and all services asked of you, even if they seen unorthodox.
Faregal looks at Ignacio.
Faregal: “Yeah… for two gold a day, you can whip me bloody.”
Ignacio: Oh, and you will never discuss your pay with your crew mates.
Ignacio unfolds his sword and holds it to Faregal’s throat, “Understand?”
“Woah! Woah! I understand!”
Ignacio: Muy bien.
Ignacio folds his sword.
Ignacio: Where can we find a good hunter in this city?