tbh i kind of want a plot based around two celebs whose characters are a ship in the show they’re on and the’ve always been really close friends, always goofing off behind the scenes and having a grand old time, and are crazy comfortable aroud each other but then the time comes where they have to do a sex scene and it’s like a revelation of “wow they’re really good looking… their hands feel so nice on my skin like this…their lips are so warm and soft… they’re good at kissing….i wonder what this would be like if it were real” and it gets really awkward/cute and they always get flustered around each other because they can’t stop thinking about it and PLEASE
America started really badly. Our first ever show was at Popscene in San Francisco, loads of UK bands do their first shows there. The night before we’d played Benicàssim (in Spain) and I’d lost my voice completely…We got to San Francisco, I had no voice I couldn’t talk, couldn’t sing… our label were there, first time we met the team - everyone expecting everything. This quack doctor came along with a Starbucks bag full of drugs. He gave me a steroid injection in my bum, my left bum cheek. I was like, ‘Dude it’s my throat!’ My whole leg went into spasm, so not only couldn’t sing, I couldn’t walk. I just saw my manager’s face drop from the side of the stage, it was like - welcome to America guys…
aaaa ok ohmygoshijustgotta say. this is a really rad blog and im prob really late with everything cuz im just getting into this fandom and may i just say, u have v vvvvv good character sense. -could u do a Black Lion being a bro w Shiro? like they're p chill. idk im strange. its ok if u cant lol- THANK U FOR EXISTING BTW
aghh thank you so much for such a lovely message!! :) i really hope this text kind of does what you were requesting lmao!
Eleven-year-old Jemma paces back and forth in the living
room, her breathing measured, her hands wringing. She thought about just
telling May first, or telling Fitz, but she wants this out in the open. It’s
easiest to just rip it off like a bandaid.
“Is it something bad?” Skye asks nervously, sat between May
and Fitz on the couch. Antoine is sitting in the recliner, rocking it back and
“No,” Jemma quickly says, then stops, winces, and keeps
pacing. “I mean, I- I don’t think so.”
“Whatever it is,” May says, “we’ll deal with it as a family.”
“I don’t know if it’s something to be ‘dealt with’ per se.”
“It’s just- I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”
“Spit it out, Jem,”
Skye whines, sliding down into a slump. “Fairly OddParents is about to come on.”
Fitz smacks her lightly. “Sh-She can take her time.”
Jemma shoots him a grateful smile, and then stops pacing,
facing them all. “Okay. Okay, well, see—” She lets out a small huff, gives a decisive
nod, and then continues, “There’s this girl I like.”
She’s met with blank stares, and she shakes her head and
“I mean- Really like.” She motions with her hands. “Like like.”
“Oh,” May says.
Jemma continues before anyone can say any more, “And it hasn’t
just been a one-time thing. It’s happened before, this isn’t just an isolated
incident or anything. I put the evidence together and I came to the conclusion
that I like girls.”
“So—” May starts.
“So you’re gay?” Antoine asks.
“No,” Jemma says. “I like boys, too. I’m- um—” She puffs
herself up a bit, ready to take whatever might come. “I’m bi.”
“What’s that mean?” Fitz asks, his brows scrunching together.