also, just in general, i’ve noticed multiple examples lately of female characters (obviously written by men) who attempt to be feminist examples, who try to be empowered and smart and capable and self-aware, but because their writers still have heaps of internalized misogyny their female characters’ empowerment just falls really flat
like you get a C for the effort but next time practice some showing instead of just telling
this random old guy customer at my work is so obsessed with my face like every time he comes in he literallly tells me that I make him crazy, that every time he sees me he thinks about how god gave me a perfect face, and although I’m a little worried he might murder me my ego loves it
(Damien/District Attorney, Modern AU, Fluff, Part of my Clementine The Cat AU)
I’m excited to see Damien, it’s been ages since we hung out. Finishing university last year meant moving away for me, I’d missed him a lot these past months.
But I’ve driven down to spend the weekend here. Walking down the hallway I come to a stop. 419, that’s his apartment number.
I knock on the door. After a moment I hear him say it’s not locked. Confused, I open the door to find him on the floor with kittens in his arms.
It’s an adorable sight and I’m tempted to take a photo but I’m distracted by him saying “Close the door, I don’t want them to escape.”
I carefully close the door behind me and walk over to them. I kneel down in front of Damien.
“Well this is a surprise! When did you get these adorable kittens?” He smiles and pets them both, gesturing for me to do the same.
“Celine gave them to me as a present! It was a lovely surprise as she didn’t tell me beforehand. She knew I wanted pets and that these apartments allow cats.” He says happily.
I pet the kittens and thank Celine wherever she is. Because this is the best thing I’ve seen in a very long time.
Damien is a gentle, kind person, someone easy to fall in love with. I’d hoped that distance would lessen it, but it hasn’t. And now he’s sitting with kittens in his lap, it’s almost too cute for me to handle.
“What are their names?” I ask. There will be time to talk about how we’ve been later.
“This little tabby kitten is Clementine, and the tuxedo is Artemis.” They are truly the sweetest little things.
“Those are wonderful names! I didn’t know you were so good at naming pets.” Again he smiles, he’s all smiles today. But with a lap full of kittens I don’t blame him.
“So how are you doing old friend? What have you been up to these past months?” Truthfully I’m having doubts about whether writing is really the right career path for me, but I’m currently undecided.
“Things have been going well, I finished writing my book! Though it has been rejected a few times but I have prospects. I haven’t been doing much else, just reacquainting myself with home, I didn’t realise how long I’d been away.” That’s truth enough for now.
“That’s wonderful! You were quite stuck for a while there, I remember. I’m sure you’ll find someone who will want to publish it soon. Yes, you didn’t ever visit home while at university did you? I’m glad you’re happy back home.” Damien’s endless optimism is nice, I’d missed it.
“Well what about you? How is the world of politics?” I ask teasingly.
He smiles at my tone and gives me a long suffering look.
“Things are going well! I’m setting the ground work for when I run for Mayor, and it’s all going to plan.” He seems happy, I’m glad things are working out for him and I tell him so.
I can’t think of what to say next, or I think of to many things I shouldn’t say. We end up fading into silence. It’s nice to simply sit quietly for once, especially when there’s kittens involved.
We talk about mostly mundane things over the course of an hour before deciding to organise dinner. I can already tell this weekend is going to be wonderful.
(This is only the first part, as I ended up getting busy today. So if you want to see more, tell me. @pleaseletthisjimbetaken I don’t know if you want to be tagged but we came up with the idea together so here it is.)
headcanon that elves, much like dogs, have really expressive ears. like, when they’re threatened, they go back, when they’re excited, they perk up, etc.
so one day taako, kravitz, lup, and barry are on a double date, as they do. taako is off doin something, and lup is also off somewhere. listen man i don’t know the details, barold and krav are talking about their s/os and whatever. barry mentions that he hasn’t seen taako this happy in a long time. kravitz says something about how hard to read taako is and how he can never tell what he’s feeling. barry explains that elves have one obvious tell, their ears. he says that he can tell taako is happy, not just because spending over a century around someone creates that kind of synergy, but also because his ears keep perking up.
“really?” says kravitz. “but his ears are always like that.”