emi watches

“I’m home!” Emi yelled, throwing her bag through the door and walking in after it. She always made sure something went through the doorway before she did — a habit she never explained to anyone.

Emi wasn’t a common kind of witch. She didn’t deal in magic that you could learn from a textbook or store-bought grimoire. She pieced her magic together carefully in small daily rituals and habits (or rather, she made her magic when she broke those habits. The day Emi walked through her apartment door without a person or an object going through in front of her, the entire building would likely burn down).

Of course, that meant Emi moved through the world gingerly, always taking care never to trigger one of her own unspells. Failing to complete one of her regular unspelled actions could mean anything from triggering an extremely dangerous reaction (like burning down the building) to simply losing years of work put into creating a certain unspell that she’d meant to use at another time.

And because Emi was an uncommon witch, it was no surprise that she’d ended up dating Mona, who was an extremely uncommon witch herself.

Mona was currently sprawled over most of the couch, watching Emi come in. The book in her hand suggested she was reading it, but her eyes tracked Emi into the apartment over the edge of the cover instead. “Hey, love. How’d the interview go?”

Mona had called Emi any number of nicknames over the years, from Queen Of The Dead And Also Everyone Else Probably to Actual Cutest Bumblebee, but she rarely went for anything as simple as “love”, so Emi was instantly suspicious.

She raised an eyebrow at her as she shrugged out of her jacket and put it over the back of the same chair as always. Her favorite chair, the one Mona had endowed with extra comfortableness she’d stolen from several other seats. “Pretty good, I think. Everything okay here?”

“Of course,” Mona said, but the guilty tone of voice made it clear something had happened that Emi wasn’t going to like.

Emi shot her another questioning look but let it go. In the kitchen, Iago was sitting on the counter, where he wasn’t allowed to be, cleaning one paw smugly. She petted his head, and then gently tried to nudge him off the counter.

“Fuck,” said Iago.

Emi stared at her cat. “What?”

Iago stretched and purred. “Mrrrrrrrrrrfuck.”

Emi turned slowly from Iago to Mona, who was now leaning against the fridge and guiltily twisting strands of her bright pink hair.

“I can explain,” she said.

Why can my cat curse?!”

Our cat,” said Mona. “And it’s Greg’s fault.”

Emi scooped Iago up, despite his loud (and fuck-filled) objection, and hugged him to her chest. “How is our cat cursing Greg’s fault? Who’s Greg? That rude guy from your Psych class? There is literally no way he taught Iago to curse.”

“He can’t really curse,” Mona said. “That sort of implies he can say all curse words, I think. He can only say fuck.”


Mona spread her hands pleadingly, coming closer. “It’s not a big deal, Em, come here—”

“No forehead kisses until you’ve explained this,” Emi said, lifting Iago up like a shield against her taller girlfriend.

Mona made a face and kissed Iago’s head instead, then took him from her. “It was an accident. After class I took out my hearing aids because I had a headache, right?”

Emi nodded. Mona seemed to take most opportunities to not wear her hearing aids. It was a trade off between Mona hearing things the first time they were said and Emi being able to kiss her ear without making her hearing aids squeal, so — pros and cons.

“So Greg said something to me and I couldn’t tell what it was after asking him to repeat it about five times — he’s a mumbler, okay? And he kept not speaking up. Yet somehow he gets to be annoyed with me instead of the other way around. So when I finally get my hearing aids back in to find out what he wanted, he decided it was time to make a super funny joke.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, triggering an emphatic meow from Iago. “Thanks, Go. He is an asshole.”

Emi tapped her fingers on her arm. “Iago is not your ally until you explain this.”

“He asked if another snatcher stole my hearing. Thought it was really clever.”

“Oh, yikes,” Emi muttered without meaning to. Mona often got snide comments about her unusual power, but this was another level of jackassery.

“So,” Mona said, “I stole his ability to say fuck.”

“And while I support your right to deal with Greg, that doesn’t explain Iago,” Emi said firmly. “He didn’t do anything to you, he doesn’t deserve this.”

Mona’s look said that the rest of the story should have been obvious. “Well, then I had double the ability to say fuck after I took Greg’s, didn’t I? I was cursing all over the place on the walk home. I couldn’t keep it. So I just tossed it to Iago. And I think he’s having the time of his lives.”

“Take it back.”

“Greg doesn’t deserve to have it back,” Mona said petulantly.

“You don’t have to give it back to him, but Iago can’t keep it.”

Mona considered this. “I could probably transfer it to an inanimate object without a mouth to use the ability. But it always takes a bit of arguing to get non-sentient objects to take on the attributes of sentient things.”

“I’m sorry, non-sentient things are sentient enough to argue with you about accepting attributes?”


Emi rubbed her eyes. “That’s not… sure, it’s obvious. As long as I don’t end up with a cursing tissue box.”

“Oh, I won’t give it to the tissue box,” Em said, carrying Iago out of the kitchen. “I’m already storing your snores in there. Trust me, it’s got no more room left.”

thx for reading about my messy witch couple and their awful cat, you can read another not-story about them here if you want

Despite all the incredible previews, I’ll admit I was a little wary going into Moo Moo, only because racial profiling is a really heavy topic to cover in ~22 minutes, especially in a comedy. I spent a lot of time thinking about how the conflict between Terry and Holt might play out. My fear was either the episode would slip into “after school special” territory and ultimately present a superficial, overly simplistic depiction of the issue, or veer all the off to the other end and give us a dark, bleak ending devoid of that hope and optimism that makes B99 so special. Nothing against B99 – I’ve just been burned by many a show before, and this is a topic that could be an absolute disaster in the wrong hands. 

But then there’s this? A show that is thoughtful and nuanced while showing us the horrors of racial profiling and the complexities of reporting it, that doesn’t shy away from the fact that we still have a lot of work to do but also allows Terry and Holt to have their own personal victory? That covered a super serious subject, including a conversation where two beautiful young black girls asked questions they should never have to ask, but still allowed for moments of joy and laughter that felt genuine? And that did it all in about twenty minutes, wrapping up on a beautifully bittersweet note that was just the right tone for an episode of this level of importance?

I’m just in awe. And I feel really, really lucky that we have so many incredible people involved with this show who share it with us. 


I tried coloring some lineart form the @voltroncoloringbook and it was surprisingly fun! I tried different shading methods and coloring styles for each of them too, and yes, I gave everybody freckles. Because all of my children deserve freckles <3 <3 will definitely color more art soon

@prinzcake @simple-nd-teal @ackerchou

Edit: Just realized I left this out! When I was coloring the 2nd picture, I noticed how similar Matt’s outfit is to Coran’s, so I may or may not have created this mini AU where Pidge rescues Matt but there’s no other clothes that fit him other than Coran’s old stuff. He looks so different in blue, but I really like it!

Okay, so I’m obviously thinking a LOT about THAT rooftop scene and while I can currently barely see the screen in front of me from all the hearts that are just exploding all around me, there’s another facet of Jake and Amy’s conversation that really strikes me. And that’s that when she expressed anxiety about if things would change between them if she gets transferred or becomes his boss, and he doesn’t even pause for a breath before saying that he’s always known she was going to be his boss. Always. And Jake and Amy have known each other for years before they started to get involved romantically, so this isn’t (at least solely) a case of “I love my girlfriend and therefore I want her to be successful and achieve her goals.” It’s “Amy Santiago is smart and ambitious and kicks ass at her job so of course she’s going to be my boss one day.” Now, maybe Jake of all those years ago would have trouble admitting that out loud, but that’s a story for another day. 

So yes, I love this scene because it shows an adorable couple in a beautiful, healthy relationship based on mutual love and respect for each other as people and as professionals, but also because it simply shows what a relationship between a man and a woman – whether it’s romantic, platonic, or strictly professional – can be. We don’t need to have to have a man angsting over his ego when a woman is promoted over him in order to prove some kind of “point,” or make the entire story about how he “comes around to see how great she is.” Nope. We just have a guy who loves and respects a woman, thinks she’s incredible, recognizes all the hard work she’s already put into it, and is not only supportive, but is excited for her to achieve her goals and cheers her on because it also brings him joy to see her succeed. No games. No ulterior motives. No bruised ego.

It’s a beautiful dynamic that we don’t get to see often enough on TV, and I want to give all the props in the world to the writers for giving us a show where this is exactly the kind of reaction we expect from our beloved characters.

Peace and Quiet

(Hey Pots! Just gonna submit this ficlet because it’s really too short to post, but I thought you might find some enjoyment from it haha.)

Loud. Loud. Everything was so loud.

Ritsu dropped his head to the desk, slamming hands over his top ears. The noise wouldn’t stop, it wouldn’t stop! The flutter of pages turning, books being shoved into shelves, the scratch of pen on paper, the scratch of pen on paper, the scratch of pen on paper–

Soft. Soft? Ritsu opened his eyes – when had he closed them? – and something was on his head, covering his vision. He sat up and adjusted the fabric, lifting it from his eyes. A jacket?

Oh, but this colour, this style – this was…

He peeked over at the seat next to him, where Shou must have just sat down, because he definitely wasn’t there before.

Shou smiled at him uncertainly, like he wasn’t sure if Ritsu wanted him there or not. Ritsu smiled back and that’s when he noticed.

The world was quieter. The jacket muffled his hearing and God, did it feel better. He could feel his headache start to clear. He sighed in relief, falling back on the desk, cushioning his head with his arms.

“Thank you,” he breathed out and Shou’s smile turned into a grin. Shou reached over and fiddled with the jacket, making sure it wouldn’t slip off Ritsu’s head. This close, he could see his chest heaving with exertion. Had he run here?

“You still have hot chocolate in the office, right? I’ll be right back, you just relax.” Shou hopped up – he made sure not to shift the chair legs over the floor, made sure it didn’t make that uncomfortable screeching noise – and jogged off.

Ritsu was going to cry if Shou kept this up. Affection swelled in his chest and he reminded himself to thank him again later.

He could see Emi and Mezato watching him from behind one of the bookshelves. They must’ve been the ones to get Shou then. He’d have to make it up to them, too. But, for now:

He closed his eyes, pressing his face into the softness of his best friend’s jacket.

Finally, some peace and quiet.


this was so cute i just had to draw something for it

So no, Rebecca did not have good intentions for getting herself invited to the Chans’ Thanksgiving, but then I think about how visibly moved she was that Mrs. Chan WANTED her to be there, that this mother figure would warmly welcome her into her home so she wouldn’t be alone on the holiday, and I think about how all Rebecca has ever wanted in life is to be loved and to have a family who genuinely cares about her as a person, and how this small gesture of kindness from Mrs. Chan nearly overwhelms her because YES, maybe if this all does work and she can win Josh back she’ll finally be a part of a REAL family that loves her, and I just CRY.

Brian Kinney at the exact moment he realizes he’s lost complete control over his life and now instead of enjoying early morning fuck with some kinky role play he’s going to have to bail his boyfriend out of prison for murdering a cheeky teenage hustler.

Morris needs to be more careful when getting cheeky with the twins. This jester burritoing is getting a little.. tighter each time.

Emy and Amy are able to create any amount of ribbon in any fashion and width they choose and manipulate it. They use them as lures, ropes, whips, traps, and even swords since they can harden the ribbon and give it an extremely sharp edge.
Morrisund is probably learning all of this the hard way though.

Morris belongs to @pen-pantomime

I finally rounded up the designs of my FMA: Mutual Bonds babies so I think there’s no better way to celebrate it than a pseudo-poster thing ♥

It has been a GOOOOOD while since the last time I drew the 4 of them together <3 I’m so happy right now!

Everything Leads To You  by Nina LaCour

romance • contemporary • stand alone • 4/5 stars

This book surprised me. Everyone has their tastes, and in general, LaCour’s writing doesn’t run to mine. There’s not a lot of subtlety in her short, declarative sentences or her matter-of-fact imagery, and contemporary romance is a genre I can usually stand to ignore. Other reviews promised a mystery, and there isn’t much of one. By the end of Everything Leads To You, none of that mattered as much as the feeling that I’d just read a story I’d spent years waiting to find. This is the book I wish I’d read in middle school: a positive romance between two young women who lead full lives and love their emerging careers. Young readers will only find positive messages here, and I think a lot of older readers will recognize something that they needed and never had.

Everything Leads To You is not a coming out story. The heroine, Emi, is perfectly comfortable with her sexuality by the time she graces the first page. We meet her as she’s reeling from her latest break-up with Morgan, her on again, off again girlfriend and first love. The blow hasn’t kept her from her work, which involves passionately scouring L.A. thrift stores and estate sales for the perfect furniture to accessorize movie sets. Even from the first page, Emi’s relationships with her supervisor Ginger, her best friend Charlotte, and her brother Toby are every bit as central to her life and the actions she takes as her feelings for Morgan.

Far from being an irritation, it’s a pleasure to watch Emi process her relationship with Morgan and gradually get over it. The two women continue to work together, and they can’t deny that they make a good team – so they move on, and remain present in each other’s lives. I never expected to see this type of situation depicted so honestly in a young adult book, and I completely loved it.

The storyline also allows Charlotte, Emi’s best friend, to shine. Definitely one of my favorite characters, Charlotte is an ace communicator, making her an excellent production assistant and an even better friend. She has a way of knowing what Emi needs to hear, and never shies away from saying it. This is where LaCour’s writing reveals its strength – the history between these girls is undeniable. It’s stated that Emi and Charlotte have grown up together, but I believe it because the way they work together and respond to one another’s struggles demonstrates how well they know each other.

There’s also immense value in that the main romance, between Emi and Ava, is not a first-love story. The “One True Love” paradigm is every bit as prevalent in straight YA fiction as it is in the average queer coming-out narrative, and it unfortunately shows little sign of dying out in pop culture. Any romance that subverts this damaging idea is a treasure, especially for young readers. Emi needs time to get over her first love, and she does it by throwing herself into her work and leaning on Charlotte. When she falls for Ava, it’s with the knowledge that love can end and new love can come after.

All these lovely relationships aside, the most compelling element of the story is actually Emi’s work. She’s endlessly passionate about set design. I loved every word about her creative process. I couldn’t wait to read about her favorite pieces of furniture, her color choices, and her creative ideas for transforming imperfect spaces. She makes mistakes, learns from them, and gets better at her job. Most of the relationships in the book are working ones. It’s a love story, sure, but Everything Leads To You is also a model story about being part of a creative team.

Since I loved the message of this book so much, I’m bound to tread lightly over its faults, but there were a few. LaCour is a matter-of-fact writer, and sometimes fails to create a believable feeling in lieu of simply stating its existence. There’s no suspense in the little mystery, and Emi’s feelings for Morgan and Ava are mostly taken for granted. The book is in first-person present tense, which may jar some readers. However, there’s still plenty to admire: the pacing of this easy-reading book is perfect, and the characters feel real. LaCour doesn’t waste a lot of time in anyone’s head, not even her narrator’s, but the characters are brought to life by their actions. When I read the rather bland, “Charlotte smiles because she knows,” toward the end of the book, I can picture Charlotte’s smile perfectly because I’ve gotten to know her. The sets that Emi creates feel real, too, and add a beautiful dimension to the story.

Overall, I emphatically recommend this book to young readers and to anyone looking for a happy story of two girls in love. It’s uplifting, creative, and full of good messages.