little brown kids


I just got hit by this realization.

Eugene is telling this as a bedtime story to their kids.

Like, all I could imagine is this adorable little brown haired kid with green eyes sitting in bed watching as he makes this really dramatic face, and begins

“This is the story of how I died!”

and they look a little scared, so he quickly goes

“Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel and it starts with the sun.”

And they both look at Rapunzel real quick because, hey, Mom’s in the story, great!

And by the end they’re both teasing each other and making sappy faces and the kid’s giggling and half asleep and

“There you go, kiddo. That’s the story of how we met. Sweet dreams, sunshine. Tomorrow night we’re gonna tell you the story of how your Aunt Elsa froze her entire fucking country because of her emotional issues.”




My Dad was a black superhero…. TWICE. He left his mark on Hollywood and could’ve made millions more if he was willing to play a runaway slave, pretend to be the less intelligent token black friend, a thief, a thug, or even wear a dress and padding to become an old stereotypical black woman. However, he taught me images are powerful. What we put on tv..what we read…all of the images we show to the youth…are powerful beyond measure. He feels accomplished because he played a brown super hero and made little brown kids feel like someone finally represented them. Settling may make you more money but never settling means so much more. Black fucking excellence. Robert Townsend. #blackout


A really proud daughter who didn’t understand the depth behind a black man in a cape until her twenties.

AU where Nico grows up at Camp Half-Blood

The difference starts right after Nico calls up the ground to swallow those skeletons. Except this time, Percy runs after him when he starts sprinting toward the woods. Percy has been training for a while and he’s several years older than Nico. He catches him before Nico gets too far. Nico is yelling and crying, but he’s only 10. He’s not that strong, nothing Percy can’t handle. “Nico, NICO, look I get that you’re upset but there are monsters in the woods you’re gonna get hurt.” Nico’s rush of anger has faded and now he’s just bawling and whimpering about Bianca.

Percy doesn’t really know how to deal with him. But there are plenty of people at camp who do. Percy takes him to the Big house and Chrion lets him go into the back room for a while to cool off. Chrion asks Silena if she’ll look after him for a bit. And of course Silena does, because she’s a sweetie. She’s a child of Aphrodite, so she can feel all of the emotions swirling through this poor kid.

It takes a really long time. But she helps him sort through those emotions one by one. This isn’t a few hours, but over the course of several weeks. Now matter how nice Silena is though, Nico still misses Bianca so badly he can’t stand it. He wakes up crying sometimes at night. He’s trying to be as silent as he can, but there are a lot of people in the Hermes cabin. He still stays there because Hades hasn’t officially claimed him and Hades doesn’t have a cabin anyway.

The Stolls, although immature, are head counselors for a reason. They have to deal with a lot of kids anyway, many of them coming from rough backgrounds. Tears in the middle of the night is nothing new to them. Connor is a lighter sleeper than Travis, so it’s normally him who ends up taking Nico out on the front porch, giving him some (stolen) candy, and telling him crazy Hermes kid stories until Nico has stopped crying enough for him to get back to sleep.

Nico discovers his powers the same way most campers do, on accident. He falls into shadows sometimes and pops out somewhere else. He gets angry and suddenly skeletons are clawing their way to the surface, ect.  

Nico still plays Mythomagic. He ends up teaching Cecil, who sleeps right next to him, how to play. They stay up really late at night sometimes and play. Slowly some other people come around to playing as well. A couple of Athena kids, A Demeter kid, A couple more Hermes kids, ect. It’s a pretty good group once it evens out. They meet by the lake once or twice a week to play and eat unhealthy food that the Hermes kids had snuck into camp.

He still gets a crush on Percy, and he starts getting angry with himself over it. But Silena can kind of tell. She is having none of Nico’s angry attitude and she forces him to sit down and talk it out with her.

Later Nico meets this other year rounder with pretty blue eyes and blond hair. He’s kind of laid back but he’s also really blunt. He sings really badly at the campfire and carries band aids with cartoon characters in his pockets. He works in the infirmary. Nico starts getting little injuries on purpose, not to go see him of course. No way. But he does have a really cute smile. He smiles at Nico when he comes into the infirmary. “Hurt again Death boy? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re doing this on purpose.” Sometimes Will asks him to help when the infirmary is busy. He just cuts bandages and wipes of counters, that type of thing. They become friends, but Nico always gets a fluttery feeling around Will. A couple years later Will asks Nico to be his date to the 4th of July fireworks show.

Everyone knows Nico is the son of Hades, by now he’s been claimed and even if he wasn’t it’s super obvious. Yea some of his powers are scary but… Nico? Scary? It’s a little hard to be intimidated by a little brown eyed Italian kid that freaks out over playing cards and trips over his own feet. He’s such an obvious dork. Everyone gets that he’s powerful, but he’s Nico.

Maggie Sawyer is a Little Shit™ ft. Adrian Rodriguez

So @queergirlwriting​, I finally finished his chapter. Hopefully, I did him justice and he had fun on his field trip.


Everyone loves Alex Danvers, but Maggie’s not alone.

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       Adrian clocked Officer Maggie Sawyer as a Little Shit™ from about ten minutes after she rescued him from bad T and worse decisions that could have gotten a little brown kid killed. Adrian came from a great family, really, his parents were amazing and supportive and so much that other kids didn’t get, but transitioning was expensive, transitioning was hard in a heteronormative society, and by the time Maggie found him he was already out of sorts because no insurance didn’t just mean no T, it meant no puberty inhibitors, if he could even find a doctor supportive of trans health. Maybe it was the smirk on her lips after he was knocked on his ass or those big understanding eyes or that teasing smile, but Officer Sawyer was safe and that wasn’t something every brown kid could count on, straight or not.

       As amazing as Maggie was when they met, she was still a Little Shit™ because she took him out for ice cream after the clinic and totally popped the bottom of the cone to smear Adrian’s face in chocolate.

       Adrian had a family. But Maggie joined it, the queer big sister he needed at the most important time of his life. She’d meet him after school to talk about the Queer Alliance club, take him to lunch on the weekends, basically be the big sister he didn’t have. They talked girls, Adrian’s crushes and Maggie’s.

       Maggie played jokes and she teased, but she didn’t relax around many people. Adrian noticed her girlfriends weren’t often among those people.

       For such an Established Gay™, Adrian’s adoptive big sister had shit taste in women.

     Until Agent Hot Ass.

     Oh my God, Adrian could not believe how much Maggie talked about the Fed who stole her crime scene. In hindsight, that probably didn’t help matters with the deteriorating state of Mag’s relationship with what’s-her-name, but the blonde wasn’t good enough for his big sis anyway. She talked about her over the empanadas he cooked to celebrate her not dying after being kidnapped. Her big eyes glittered while talking about how much fun she had being tied up in the warehouse, filed under things Adrian never wanted to know about his sister, and being rescued by Supergirl and that really annoying Fed who’s also a doctor–Did you know she’s really smart, Ade? She’s like a genius or something, because the med staff at her top secret James Bond base didn’t say a word when she patched me up.

         She’s really good at pool, Ade. Which was weird, because he’d played pool with Maggie, she was great. And then Maggie explained, I mean, I’m letting her win, you know, the Feds get their feelings hurt so easily. Right.

     Maggie had some bad nights sometimes. Sometimes he’d get a call from the bartender at Maggie’s favorite bar, and he’d swing by to give her a lift home in her cruiser (not that anyone on the force knew that) or just grab an uber if she brought her bike. Megan, she was nice. Megan slipped him photos of his favorite cop and her new bff “just grabbin’ beers, kid.”

     Then things got weird, and Maggie got quiet about Danvers. She didn’t talk about her as much. She looked sad when she did. Then Maggie got drunk, and Maggie talks so much more about herself when she’s drunk.      Alex came out to me, Ade. First. Because of me.     And Adrian smiled. But then Maggie confessed I can’t do that to her, I can’t destroy her, I destroy everything good.

     Okay first of all, bullshit, you didn’t destroy me, Mags, you helped me be a better me. Second of all, Adrian couldn’t exactly blame this fed for a sudden gay awakening because, and he could say this as an objective straight man, Maggie was hot . Of course  Maggie made her question her sexuality, Maggie was a cop who drove a motorcycle, wore leather jackets, and carried handcuffs hellooooo.

     Maggie was being stupid. Clearly she had feelings for this woman.

     Those photos Megan took? Adrian may have printed off extras and hung around Maggie’s apartment. On the cereal box Maggie had to jump to reach. Behind her toothpaste in her medicine cabinet. He even slipped one into “that” drawer in her nightstand (without looking, thank you, he did not need to be scarred for life). Maggie Sawyer is a Little Shit™, but Adrian took notes any time he got the chance.

     Maggie yelled at him for it.

     Adrian knows damn well that Maggie put one of those photos in her wallet.

     She’ll never admit it, but that’s fine.

     A few days later she and the fed were friends again. She wasn’t as talkative as before, but she wasn’t quiet like she had been after Danvers kissed her.

     And then she called him to tell him she got shot, but not to worry. What the fuck, Maggie?? Adrian was all set to come over and check for himself that she wasn’t dead but Actually, Ade, I’m not going to be home, I have to go talk to someone.

     Adrian had a feeling he knew who she was going to see.

     Judging by the mile-wide smile that met him for brunch, The Dimples™ seemingly multiplying, he was right and it went well.

     Seeing Maggie begin to open up, and so quickly, was awesome. It gave him hope, because be real, Maggie, you’re a damn cactus, and meeting      Alex     meant meeting a dorky, unsure, but totally beautiful woman who had heart eyes for his queer mom. It was great!

     Even better?

     Watching Maggie screw with the Alex and her friends.

     Hiding the last box of potstickers in a container of vegan yogurt (Kara), that time she tricked Alex into trying that one absolutely gross flavor of vegan ice cream so that her ice cream would remain untouched on sister nights, and watching Maggie crush that nerdy dude in video games online week after week while giving him “tips” over the phone was Adrian’s absolute favorite.

     These two were golden. Like, relationship goals.

     Which is why, when he heard about that photo shoot James did, and what happened with Alex, Adrian may have talked to James about getting some perfectly work safe thank you candids of the couple to make two collages. One for each of them, complete with glitter hearts and a couple sets of googly eyes (Kara was REALLY helpful). Those collages may or may not have found their way to Maggie’s desk at the precinct and Alex’s lab.

     Because Adrian was happy for them.

     And because Maggie Sawyer is a Little Shit™.

     And Adrian is her favorite. (After Alex).

In This Moment - Part One

Request: Hi. Can you write were y/n and shawn meet on a vacation? thank yu!

Word Count: 1,959

A/N: This has to part, because it otherwise, became too long. Part two will be up tomorrow. 

In This Moment – Part One

The sharp sun – that non-stop had burning into my skin – headed up my entire body, I took a sip of my water to cool me down. It had been ages since I’d last been on vacation, and this time it was really needed. I had been exhausted for weeks.

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The Betrothal

Anonymous requested: “Can I request for a Robb Stark imagine? The reader is betrothed to Robb and he gets so jealous of the attention that the reader gets from the people of Winterfell (especially Jon) you can end it however you like. Thanks ❤” 

A/N: Here it is, anon. I hope you like it!

“If you’re ready, my Lady, Lord Stark is waiting for you outside.” said one of your maids. You nodded and gave her a small smile as she quickly took a bow and left. You sighed, looking down at your dress. You couldn’t help but smile at yourself. There was a feast in Winterfell to celebrate you and Robb Stark’s betrothal, and you really liked the way you looked. You opened the door to find Robb just standing there, with his sword entitled to his waist and his fancy clothes. When he heard you open the door, he looked up immediately. He took your hand and pressed a quick kiss on it. “You are breathtaking, m'lady.” he said with a smile. “Thank you, my Lord.” you said as he held out his arm for you. You put your hand around his arm and slowly started walking towards the feast hall. Your heart was racing, even being in his presence got you excited. You were afraid when you found out that your parents betrothed you to a lord, but as soon as you started spending time with Robb, you considered yourself lucky. You could really tell that you were starting to fall in love with him. When you got into the hall, everyone stopped what they were doing and started cheering and clapping. Your family caught your eye; your mother was smiling widely, your father was drinking some wine and smiling, your little sister was clapping, and your big brother was smiling softly while still keeping his usual cold stare. “Shall we sit down, m'lady?” said Robb, turning to look at you. “Of course, Lord Stark.” you said as he smiled. “Soon you will be Lady Stark, m'lady.” he said quietly as you took your place. “I’m looking forward to that, my lord.” you said with a smile and slowly started eating. You looked around the table to the Stark family. Catelyn Stark and Ned Stark looked happy, drinking their wine and looking at you and Robb occasionally. The redhead- you couldn’t remember her name but you were pretty sure it’s Sansa- was complaining about her little sister, Arya, playing cheeky games. The little kid with brown eyes and brown hair, Bran, was just looking at Arya and Sansa and laughing. You looked over at the two young men sitting on the corner, one had dark curly hair with dark brown eyes and the other had light brown hair with blue eyes. As you stared at them, they looked away- to hide that they’ve been staring at you the whole time. “You look beautiful, m'lady.” said the light brown haired one and smiled softly. You nodded and smiled slightly. You quickly fixed your eyes on your plate, taking a small piece of your food into your spoon and eating it. What was his deal? What would Robb say if he heard it? Robb finished eating soon. “Would you like to dance, m'lady?” he asked you. He was the perfect distraction from your confusing thought. You nodded, muttering “Of course.” and standing up with Robb. He held out his hand and you took it as you went to the center of the hall and started dancing. The musicians started playing the song louder, and soon there were a bunch of people around you. They cheered as they danced. Soon after, everyone started changing partners- and you happened to be partners with the dark haired man. “I’m sorry m'lady, I’m terrible at dancing.” the young man said. You looked into his dark brown eyes and nodded. You started dancing with him as he refused to look at you. “So, Lord Stark,” you started but he quickly shook his head. “I’m not a lord. I’m not a Stark.” he said and looked at you. He tried so hard to look away, but he couldn’t. He knew that you were meant for Robb and that he, a bastard, would never have a chance with you, but he just couldn’t look away from your beauty. You decided not to ask him questions, so you just danced. Soon, Robb came with a grin on his lips but his grin turned into a frown when he saw you with Jon. “What do you think you’re doing?” said Robb, almost whispering so no one could hear him. Jon didn’t talk. Robb leaned in his ear and said something you can’t hear. “Don’t touch her again. She’s not yours to keep.” He then held out his arm and you put your hand on it, turning around to walk back to your room. You glanced behind to see the familiar dark eyes still staring at you. You fixed your gaze on the exit of the hall and got out. Who was this Jon? And why did Robb see him as a threat? Although those questions kept your mind busy until you fell asleep, it wouldn’t matter, because you loved Robb. You hadn’t loved someone like you loved him before.

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Christmas Mini-series Part One

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1173

A/N: Here’s part one for our Christmas mini-series! Hopefully, you all enjoy it! We will publish a new part every other day, with the final part published on Christmas Day. We will also alternate authors, so since this part was written by me, Danielle will write the next part, then I write again and so on. Thanks for the love and support! We have also received some requests so we will start working on those as soon as we can :) 

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“What do you mean you don’t like Christmas?!” Peter Parker screamed. You groaned and rolled your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’s just that I don’t get all the fuss about it. Like, it’s not that big of a deal, Parker.” You said, trying not to let your irritation show in your voice, but failing.

Peter looked like a crushed little kid. His brown eyes were big, soft and doe-like. His eyebrows were gently pushed together and upward. His pink lips were parted in shock. You two had been hanging out in his bedroom, doing some last minute homework assignments before your winter break, when Peter brought up the holiday. You let it slip out that you weren’t a big fan of Christmas. Thus, this disagreement. You bit your lip and looked away, gathering your thoughts and emotions.

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prints now available for the cover art of:
“A Snowy Owl Story”
“A Little Brown Bat Story”
“A Blanding’s Turtle Story”