The cool thing about Magnus Scheving being really hot, athletic, and one of the richest people in the world is that you also know he’s a huge nerd who loves theater and willingly acted alongside puppets and he is an earth-bound spirit guide for anyone who loves to write fiction for kids or who loves drawing art for kids. There is absolutely nothing fragile about his masculinity and if anyone makes fun of you for liking Lazytown or another kids show or for creating content that’s family friendly, you can just remember the words of Hot Gymnastics Dad, and that he reaffirms that you can exist in a world where you can both be an adult with grown-up thoughts and desires, while also tapping into that completely innocent, child-like wonder that exists in your soul, and that creating content for kids is really just creating content for real, valid, existing human beings who just haven’t been alive on earth as long and who need support and validation and inspiration. Sportacus is both a sex symbol and also a symbol that reminds you that you can spend your time drawing and writing without focusing on sex or money or the worry that your creations have to be more ‘successful’ than the creations of other people. You can be a grown up and also create what you love with the aesthetic that you love. One of the rules of Lazytown is that ‘everybody wins’. If anyone ever asks you why you’re reading or writing or watching or drawing something ‘for kids’, you can remind them that it’s not just for kids, it’s for everybody, and then you can remind them that Magnus Scheving once performed in front of 10,000 screaming women.
<b>Santa:</b> So, what do you want for Christmas?<p/><b>Me:</b> The High Lord of the Night Court<p/><b>Santa:</b> *takes of glasses*<p/><b>Santa:</b> *wipes tears*<p/><b>Santa:</b> *whispers* Me too<p/></p>
MariChat Week 2 Day 1: Kisses. Didn’t think I’d pass this up, did y’all? *flashes Certified MariChat Trash badge* FEATURING: The Sidekick!Adrien AU.
Twenty-one year old Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked the lamp lit streets of Paris on her way home from work. As she passed an alley, an engine revved. Headlights blazed to life and half blinded her. She shielded her eyes. “Chat Noir,” she cried, “what would Ladybug say if she caught you stalking civilian women in the dark?”
He pulled up beside her, the LED screen on his cat helmet’s visor set to a mischievous smirk. “You tell me.” He patted the seat behind him. “Need a ride? We can take the scenic route.”
“I’m tired, kitty. Aren’t you tired?”
“Oh, absolutely. The life of a trust fund baby is so exhausting.”
Marinette put her hands on her hips. The LED visor changed to sad kitten eyes. She laughed and slung her leg over his bike. “Fine,” she said. “I didn’t feel like walking anyway.”
Writer Laurie Frankel has written a novel about a family with five boys in which the youngest feels he’s something entirely different — a girl. It’s called This Is How It Always Is, and it’s a story that’s close to Frankel’s heart because she’s living it: Her own child was born a boy and now identifies as a girl.
((I’m bedridden and sick and exhausted and entertaining myself with coming up stories. I am too tired to actually turn my computer on and write these, but to have something else to do than guess when I’ll have to vomit next time, I’ll concentrate on writing this here. Just some kid!Harry & Wolfstar meeting first time silliness xD I don’t know even what these kind of bulletpoint stories are called, I’ve seen some and have enjoyed them so here’s my try on this.))
Sirius and Harry are on the buss on their way to Potters.
(Because this is a non-magical everyone lives!AU)
Harry is around nine years old.
They have spent the day at a Karting Centre.
It’s the only place where Lily allows Sirius to teach Harry any kind of racing
The buss trip has been long.
Harry slept for an hour and woke up just a few minutes ago and is full of energy again.
Sirius is pleasently tired so he just listens to Harry talking about racing and how he is going to be a professional Formula racer when adult.
They are maybe half an hour from the Potters when Harry notices a man few seats away from them.
The man has dressed up in a costume; he is a pirate.
(Sirius has been checking him out the whole trip of course; the man makes a very handsome pirate)
Harry asks loudly: “Padfoot, why is that man a pirate? Why is he here?”
Sirius smiles and answers: “Maybe he has lost his ship.”
The man glances at them sideways and Sirius sees him smile.
The man gets up for the next stop.
Harry asks Sirius loudly: “Where is the pirate going?”
Sirius shrugs. “Maybe he is going to search for some treasure.”
Harry says still a little too loudly: “Maybe he is going to steal a ship!”
The man raises his fake hook and winks at Harry. “Yarr!” he says and leaves the buss.
Harry says solemnly: “Padfoot we have to stop him! He is up to something evil!”
Sirius: “Harry, he wasn’t a real pirate…”
Harry shakes his head. “You are always saying that every good story only happens because people are putting their noses in the wrong places! We saw a pirate! We can’t ignore it! What if he was a real one?”
Sirius thinks about it for a moment. Potters’ house is not far away anymore and they are not in rush back.
And the man had been rather cute.
Besides, what kind of godfather he would have been if he hadn’t encouraged Harry’s Marauder side?
Sirius pushes the stop button. “You are right, Bambi. Let’s go investigate.”
The old granma sitting behind them chuckles and claps her hands. “Go boys! You can stop him from his plundering!”
Harry has already ran to the door, but he shouts to granma: “Don’t worry, we will save everyone!”
Harry jumps from the buss as soon as the doors open and Sirius rushes after him.
Harry breaks a couple of branches for himself and for Sirius as swords.
Sirius says sternly: “Innocent until proven guilty, remember? No whacking him with that.”
Sirius is quite certain that the man has already vanished and they won’t find him.
Harry runs ahead to the direction where the pirate got off the buss.
Sirius jogs behind slower, enjoying stretching his legs after long sitting.
Harry yells: “I found him!”
Sirius, surprised, speeds up to catch to him.
Harry is kneeling behind a bush and pointing towards the Theatre Gryffindor.
Indeed, the pirate is standing near the doors and seems to be waiting for someone.
Sirius sees the big posters on the Theatre’s walls and he grins.
Harry whispers: “It’s their pirate Headquarters!”
Sirius nods. “So what is our plan, Captain?”
Harry: “We’ll catch him before other pirates are here!”
And he runs off with a yell and waving his stick.
Sirius bursts out laughing and jogs again after his godson.
The pirate looks quite surprised and amused as he notices them.
He draws his fake sword and shouts: “What is the meaning of this?”
Harry stops and frowns. “Pirates don’t talk like that!”
The pirate chuckles. “Arr, you caught me. But don’t tell anyone that I’m not a convincing pirate, please. I’d lose my job!”
Harry: “Are you a spy? Are you trying to catch pirates by pretending to be one of them?”
The not-pirate glances to Sirius and his smile widens. “Something like that. Why don’t you and your dad come for the show tomorrow and see it for yourself?”
Harry: “He is not my dad, he is my Padfoot!”
The not-pirate nods. “How silly of me. Why don’t you and your Padfoot come over tomorrow?”
Harry: “Can we? Please!”
Sirius: “Well. Let’s ask your mum about that first.”
Harry: “Okay. If she says no, we’ll sneak away anyway, right?”
Sirius laughs and ruffles Harry’s hair. “Probably. But don’t tell your mum that.”
Sirius: “We should get back home. Dinner time coming.”
Sirius offers his hand and a smile for the not-pirate. “Padfoot, or you can call me Sirius.”
The not-pirate’s hand is warm and his smile sends butterflies to Sirius’ stomach. “You can call me Moony - we spies have to use code names like that to survive.” He winks.
And the next day Sirius and Potters came to watch the show, which was quite good and entertaining for being a product of a small amateur theatre. Sirius asked Moony out and Harry enrolled himself behind adults’ backs for an acting course for children. And everyone lived happily ever after.