#scarrlet answers

[scarrletmoon]

dude i'm not even into ofmd but seeing that its cancelled is like ?? like what the fuck thats fucked dude. just from an outsiders perspective it seemed like the show had a lot of heart put into it and the fans were super passionate (which doesnt really factor into whether or not a show gets cancelled but still) its just so weird to see

i think that’s the part that’s so devastating. i was always wary bc the show existing at all felt like a miracle, but when the cast and crew themselves started hinting at renewal, i had really high hopes. the reviews were great. there was sustained enthusiasm for the show for weeks even after it finished airing. 3 months after s2, folks were waiting for a renewal announcement — not if we’d be renewed, but when

and it just……i’m so tired, you know? i took a chance on this silly little show and it legitimately changed my life and introduced me to so many wonderful people. it was unapologetically queer and groundbreaking in so many ways. there’ll never be anything quite like it

so to have it ripped out from under us just feels awful. we all knew it wasn’t going to last forever, but we thought we had time

we were supposed to have time

[blkmxrvel]

i miss you.

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

Words: 2k [2,179]

Request:Number 39 and Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader please :) thanks

Summary: Y/N is pregnant and misses her wife, and Scarlett has to give her girl whatever she wants. 

Warnings: angst (if you count being lonely and sad)

A/N: this is ass, and once again, a fluke. but. maybe?? i’ll back. idk, i didn’t a lot of requests that didn’t spark anything in them. so. yeah. anyways enjoy, catch u later. 

Being married to Scarlett, Y/N had gotten used to the nights her wife couldn’t make it home. Nights where she had to bundle up in an extra blanket to replace the warmth that she took when she’d leave. Y/N was plenty accustomed to the mornings she’d woken up and Scarlett wasn’t there. Where her side of the bed was cold and untouched, but at the same time burning a hole into her longing heart. It was just she

Usually, shw could handle it pretty well. She was able to keep herself busy and occupied; work her days away until Scarrlet came home. 

However, the pain always hit worse when Scarlett was filming out of town. Y/N took it hard when she had to facetime her before she slept because she had just gotten off set and she couldn’t kiss Y/N goodnight. She put a pillow through a hoodie that smelled like her and cuddled with it. She tried to imagine that Scarlett was right there with her. She usually had everything under control.

Except for now. 

Y/N was on her bed, cuddling the Scarlett pillow. She sobbed into it while she looked at the time. Scarlett had been away filming Black Widow, which meant she couldn’t be with you right now. That hurt you more than you knew it should’ve. 

Y/n was beating herself over her emotions right now. I mean, she was the one who urged Scarlett to go. Her wife was reluctant, Y/N was six months pregnant and was very apprehensive about leaving for so many months. Scarlett didn’t want to miss the doctors appointments, and the weird cravings at 2am. Y/N understood her wife’s worries, but still told Scarlett to go. 

“I’ll be fine, Scar.” Y/N wrapped her arms around Scar;ett’s shoulders. “Me and the baby will both be dandy. We’ll miss you, but we’ll be fine.”

Scarlett pouted as she looked into her wife’s eyes. “But it’s so long, and what if something happens? What if you go into early labor or the baby doesn’t kick or-”

Scarlett’s words were stopped when Y/N put her lips on hers. “Those are extreme cases, baby. And if anything goes wrong, you’ll be the first person to call.”

“B-” Y/N gave Scarlett a look and she knew to not continue. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” Y/N pressed her lips to Scarlett’s for the last time. “I love you. See you in a minute.” 

Needless to say, Y/N was regretting her words. 

Scarlett had only been gone for a month and Y/N had been losing her mind. Everything reminded her of Scarlett’s absence, and everything made her resolved crumbled more and more. She got that her wife was an actress, and sometimes filmed out of state. She’s been out of town before, sometimes for months on end. They facetimed to sleep like they usually did, and had been texting each other as much as possible during the day. 

This time though, the loneliness was hitting Y/N pretty hard. 

Y/N got tired of hearing her voice echo off the walls. She hated how no matter how loud she played her music, how much she watched TV or listened to podcasts, nothing was able to fill her heart like hearing her wife did. Her laugh when Y/N waddled over into the kitchen, or her screams when Y/N chased her around the house for eating her last pint of ice cream. The silence got too much for her. 

It had been two days since she heard from Scarlett, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her pregnancy, her hormones skyrocketing, or because she just really wanted Scarlett by her side like had been for these past few months. Either way, she just wanted her wife. Every second that Scarlett wasn’t next to Y/N was one more second that her heart broke. 

Y/N sent multiple texts to Scarlett throughout the day, knowing that she wouldn’t hear a reply back anytime soon. She soon gave up when the clock hit midnight.

Going back to her old methods of relief, Y/N sits on the couch. With a pint of ice cream in one hand, and the TV remote in the there, and a plate of apple pie on her lap, she decided to distract herself with Brooklyn 99. 

That didn’t work for too long though, because once she saw the dynamic is Amy and Jake, how they always made fun of each other, but love each other more, she began to think of Scarlett. She thought of how she missed Scarlett making fun of her, clowning her and teasing her throughout the day. She missed the way her face began to heat up, and her heart beat faster. She missed Scarlett. 

Y/N didn’t even realize she was crying until a sob went through her body. She put her food on the coffee table and curled into herself, sobbing into her knees. She was so lost in her thoughts, her vibrating phone breaking her out of them. 

When Y/N saw that it was Scarlett, her heart nearly exploded. She answered the facetime call, not forgetting to wipe her face beforehand. She doesn’t even have a chance to get a word in because as soon as Scarlett sees her wife’s puffy eyes and red nose, she’s worried and babbling everywhere. 

“Princess? Are you okay? What’s wrong? Is it the baby, is she okay? God, you’ve been calling me all day and I couldn’t answer. I’m so sorry, what’s going on?”

More tears trickle down from Y/N eyes when she thinks about her situation. She’s ashamed, embarrassed and sad, but she really misses her wife.

She sniffled a little before she responded.  

“I- I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m not usually like this. But I- I can’t take it anymore, Scarlett.” The tears were flowing freely from Y/N’s eyes. “Please come home. I miss you, so so much. I know I told you to go,I didn’t wanna be that selfish wife, but I need you here. I just miss waking up next to you and in your arms, please.” 

Scarlett’s heart completely shatters when she sees what kind of condition Y/N is in. She knew she shouldn’t have left, or took Y/N with her. This is all her fault and she feels completely terrible over it. 

“You know that I would if I could, baby. I miss you too, and I’m gonna be done pretty soon okay? Just a few more weeks and then I’ll be right next to you.” Y/N nods her head and continuous to wipe the tears that are running from her eyes. 

“Okay. I’m sorry, though. I wish I could blame it on the hormones but I can’t. I really, really, really miss you. Can just like… Act faster?” Y/N pouts and Scarlett just chuckles. Y/N feels her heart swell, she missed Scarlett’s laugh, more than anything. 

“I will try my hardest. I love you and our little girl so much. Don’t apologize though, everything’s okay.”

Y/N nods her head and slouches down onto the couch. She props the phone up on the coffee table and gets comfortable. She listens to Scarlett talk about her day, and all the action packed scenes she filmed. She even slipped in a few things she messed up on and prided herself on the way Y/N giggled. 

Y/N was fighting the struggle to keep her eyes open when Scarlett spoke up again. “I’m gonna go now, okay?” Y/N let out a big whine, her pout increasing. 

“It’s getting late, baby? You need to sleep. I’ll talk to you first thing tomorrow morning, okay? That’s my off day.” 

“No! Can you… Can we just stay on facetime? Please? I don’t think I can handle another night without hearing your voice. Or another morning without seeing your face.” Y/N pouts again and Scarlett just knows that she’s going to lose this battle. “You don’t even gotta talk! I just want ur presence, please?” 

“Well how can I say no to that?” Scarlett chuckles as she stands up from her bed, going into the bathroom and grabbing her toothbrush. Y/N tells Scarlett about her day as she brushes her teeth, how stupid work was and how she can’t wait to go on maternity leave. Scarlett answers when the situation allows, and by the time she steps into the shower Y/N’s words are slurring. It’s silent between the two of them, Y/N being lulled to sleep by the sound of the shower. 

When Scarlett steps out of the shower, Y/N is fast asleep. A fond smile on her face as she looks at her wife. She (obviously) takes a screenshot, before sending her wife a text. 

Sleep tight, baby. I love you and I miss you both.

While Scarlett is moisturizing and putting on her pajamas, she thinks about Y/N’s words. She did leave rather abruptly, she had only found out 2 days prior that she had to be flown out to film. And, even before she left, she hadn’t been able to spend that much time with Y/N. Press tours and meetings had been taking up all of her schedule. The only time she really got to spend with Y/N was when she got home, and by then Y/N was already asleep. There was always food in the microwave for her though. Scarlett appreciated it, but she was just only now realizing how much of a toll that had to take on her wife. 

No wonder Y/N had been so distraught. Scarlett had been practically neglecting her for weeks. She felt bad, and she knew Y/N couldn’t wait another 6 weeks for her to be home again. Scarlett doesn’t hang up the call, but she sends a group text to her director, manager and producer saying that she needs a day off. 

She’s gotta go home, her baby needs her. 

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3 days have passed since that night Y/N broke down, and she’s been doing better, or at least she’s trying to. She still hates how vulnerable she was, how she let something that she was so used to her get under her skin. 

 Her and Scarlett have been talking as usual ever since, and that’s help Y/N put her loneliness a bit at bay. Y/N spent her day sulking around. She went to work, eating, coming home and going through the motions. The best part of her day though is when she gets home, and calls Scarlett. She tells her about the day, especially the doctors appointment. Y/N gushes over how healthy their baby is, and how she can’t wait to meet her, and name her. 

“Hold on, baby. I gotta get something from downstairs.” Scarlett said after a minute of planning the nursery.  Y/N nods and goes back to her pasta, groaning when there’s a knock at her door. 

She had no idea who it could be, she hadn’t ordered any food, thought she thought it was a good idea, and she wasn’t expecting anyone. 

Grunting, Y/N waddles over to the door, and once she opens the door she could’ve sworn she went into labor. (She didn’t, though). 

“Scarlett? What the hell are you doing here?” 

“Last time I checked we were married, and I live here. I wasn’t gone too long was I?” A smug smile was on her face and Y/N wanted to smack it off, but she wanted to hug her even more. She shakes her head and blinks her eyes, wanting to make sure it wasn’t a dream. That was ruled out when Scarlett was still standing there.

Y/N burst into tears, standing in place and her body is shaken with tears. She couldn’t believe it. Scarlett tosses her bags inside, wrapping her arms around Y/N. Y/N squeezes as hard as she possibly could, her tears wetting Scarlett’s shirt. She feels like home, and Y/N absolutely melts in it. 

They waddle together inside, and fall back onto the couch, Y/N not daring to let go just yet. Scarlett doesn’t mind it, though. She rubs her wife’s back as she calms down. 

“Hi, baby.” Scarlett says after it’s been silent for a few seconds. 

“Hi.”

“Miss me?” Y/N scoffs. 

“No, I don’t want you here. Of course I missed you, dingus. We both did.” Scarlett hums happily, letting her wife shift onto her side and shove her head into her neck. Scarlett takes her hand and rubs it over her wife’s belly, humming softly.

“I missed you both way more.” 

Y/N snorts and hugs Scarlett closer. “I doubt it.” Y/N’s voice gets sleepier, and Scarlett plays with her hair and lets her drift off, glad that her girls can finally get some proper rest.

[katphantom69]

A smashing battle! Part#1.

"There it is!!" Ricky said to his zebstrika as they made it to the top of the hill "It's Hard Rock city , home of the Rock Stars concert hall gym!" He said excited. He had been traveling for MONTHS earning other badges and training his Pokemon to gain more power to face this difficult gym. He had heard rumors about the leader and on how she finished off her opponents by blasting them up into the sky! Ricky shivered at that thought but nevertheless he was excited to face such a powerful foe. He grinned widely and dashed down the hill twords the city. "COME ON SPARKY!" he called to his loyal companion "Last one there is a rotten egg!" He laughed. The zebstrika huffed and dashed after its trainer content for arriving at their destination.

They ran into town looking around at all the colorful shops. Most were music themed with the local band, who also happened to be the ones you were up against at the gym. There were some clothing shops and food places that looked very interesting. A sudden sweet pleasing smell reached Rickys nose making him drool and his stomach rumble rather loudly. He sheepishly rubbed his tummy embarrised looking at Sparky "I guess its time for lunch huh bud?" Sparky whinned happily and the walked twords the pleasant smell. It came from a small cafe next to a park. Ricky went in and ordered something for himself and for his companion. As he sat down to eat , some smoke hit his face making him cough. He looked around and saw a woman smoking a cigar as she walked into the cafe. She long red hair that almost reached the floor. She was wearing short torn black shorts and a short black shirt showing off her well toned belly. She had fair toned tannish skin and glowing purple eyes. She took a long drag of her ridiculously fat cigar and puffed out the smoke in the shape of musical notes before putting it out to eat. Ricky thought she looked familiar but was distracted as people ran over to her screaming excited. Ricky blinked as the people fan over the girl.

"OH MY GOD ITS SHOOTING STAR SCARRLET !!"

"Please rock queen can I get your autograph!!!"

"AHHH U LOOK SO COOL!!!"

And many more complements were shouted at her. Ricky facepalms himself. He just remembered where he knew her from. "SHE'S THE GYM LEADER!!!" he said to himself rather loudly.

The fans stopped for a bit and look at you along with Shooting Star Scarlett. She laughed loudly as she scooted her chair up to you and got right up in your face "And I guess your a trainer coming to challenge me now aren't ya?" She said smirking. Ricky could smell the cigar in her breath and he felt real intimidated with her up close. "Ah well... yes" he stammered. The rocker girl laughed again scooting back "The names Rachael squirt! That other long name ya just heard is my band name... Right guys??!!!" She grinned as the crowd went wild chanting her name.

Ricky watched in awe but soon turned back to Rachel as she spoke again. "Well squirt I'm in a good mood so listen up! I'm about to explain the rules of my gym to ya... as a welcome gift for coming all the way here... just to lose to me!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!" She burst out laughing and the crowd laughed with her. Ricky huffs and gets up Sparky at his side both looking at her confidently. "Well we aren't here to lose! I'm sorry to say that we are here to kick your ass and take home your Rock&Roll badge!!!" He said grinning as Sparky stomps the ground excited making sparks fly.

Rachael grins and uses one of those sparks to light up her cigar once more and takes another long drag. She puffed out the smoke again in musical notes making the crowd cheer. "I like your spunk squit! Alright here are the rules... actually there's only one rule which is..." she said taking another drag and letting the smoke out slowly this time for a dramatic effect. Her crowd of fans eagerly await her answer even when they already know it. She grinned at you. "...THERE ARE NO RULES OHHHH YEAAAAHHH!!!!" she yelled jumping up excited. The crowd cheered as Ricky blinked confused.

"No rules?! " he asked stunned "How's that even work??!!!"

Rachel puffs out more musical notes "It means... anything goes!! Rock and Roll is all about being wiiilllldddd and free!! So my gyms the same! Be prepared for anything cuz this star is gonna shiiiiiiinnnnnee!!!" She sung a bit as her fans cheered. She looked at you smirking "So be prepared squirt cuz imma rock your world like never before! Your really in for a smashing performance! " she said as she struck a pose lifting her old cracked drum sticks above her head "I'm gonna roll out those sick beats in a rhythmic battle that will have all of dancing as I shoot up on top victorious!!!!" She laughed her crowd going crazy now. She grabbed her now ready food and turned to leave puffing her cigar. She grinned "See ya at the gym squirt!" She said before walking off , the crowd following behind her.

Ricky blinks still stunned by all this and sits down. "Wowwe! She sure knows how to make an introduction huh Sparky " he said looking at his companion. Sparky snorts in agreement. Ricky thinks a bit as he and his companion eat and soon gets up to head to the nearest inn to rest for the night.

As the sun set in Hard Rock city , Ricky walked along with Sparky heading twords the in. He walked up a small hill that had a view of the city. As he was up at the top he could see the Rock Stars gym lighting up for the night. He smirked feeling himself grow excited and confident for the next days battles. He looked over at his companion who was just as excited. "We'll show her Sparky! Just wait and see! We'll be taking home the Rock&Roll badge and give them a show they'll never forget!!" He said jumping up happily. Sparky whinned content and the two of them ran to the inn to rest, eager for the sunrise of the next day.

To be continued...

((This is part 1 outta 3 of that big request from anonymous I got. Hope y'all like it !))

[eubii]

Music Tag!

Another personal tag coming your way! This time about one of my (and I’m sure that other’s as well) biggest passion - music. This topic is really something that I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to.  Thanks a lot @midnightmemory66 for tagging me! ♥ 

Rules: Just add 5 questions of your own if you wanna

1. Who is your favourite artist right now? Thanks to a lovely post on tumblr I tried to listen to K. Flay’s High Enough and right now I’m on a total K. Flay marathon! Even though High Enough is not her usual style her usual style is absolutely amazing! Love her raw lyrics, love her rudeness and honesty, love her voice, love her uniqueness. I’ve been trying to listen to every song of hers available on the internet. Highly recommend. You won't regret it! 

2. Who is your favourite artist of all times? I want to say Lana Del Rey as much as I want to say twenty one pilots. Really can’t decide on this one. Love them both little too much! I’m going to probably choose twenty one pilots, since I know every single song by them and there’s none I don’t like.

3. Genre you absolutely despise? I can listen to pretty much everything! If the song is interesting and not boring then I really don’t mind the genre. bUT I don’t like the heavy dubstep. That just sounds like awful harmonizing of instruments. No real melody, no real lyrics - I simply can not count that for music.  For a better image of what I’m talking about I think that Turn Me Off by Black Lions is the prime example. 

4. Genre you love? I love indie! Some people will debate that it’s not really a “genre” and honestly I can agree but it’s definitely not the same as the usual mainstream music.  Instead of genre I’d say like “type of music” or “type of interprets”. I love almost everything indie. The only band I can’t really get into are The 1975. Maybe that’ll change with time! :) 

5. First song you learned by heart? Look... I’ve been thinking about this a LOT and I just can’t remember. Whatever answer I’ll give will end up being the wrong one. So I’m just going to answer the first song I learned on piano and that would be  “Chválím Tě Země má” (=I praise you Earth mine) - it’s a Czech song and I still have weak spot for it ♥ 

6. First song you learned by heart in foreign language? Oh God... Well... If we won’t count those songs in English textbooks then it’d probably be Bad Romance by Lady GaGa (I’m certain everyone knows that song). I remember understanding like one word from the whole lyrics (”ugly” if you want to know) and then I was like ‘wOW One day I’ll be able to understand the whole lyrics that’d be so cool!’ and so I kind of decided on learning them even though I understood nothing! And the most crazy part is that I learned it :D  That song still fits (almost) all of my otps so, my inner shipper was showing off at so young age.

7. Your favourite lyrics? I want to get a tattoo of my favourite lyrics one day (hopefully!). And I can’t really decide which I like more so I’m going to give you both:  “After all only so much we can say, words can lose their meaning once you walk away.” - Hollywood Undead - Lion “No one else is dealing with your demons meaning maybe defeating them could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.” - twenty one pilots - Kitchen Sink

8. Favourite song? This. Question. Should. Be. Illegal.  It’s extremely hard to choose only one song bUT Kitchen Sink by twenty one pilots gives me that feeling like no other song and I definitely have the deepest connection with it. 

9. What does music mean to you?  Honestly music means everything to me. I know that everyone seems to think that people are exeggerating when they say that music is their life but to be fair I can agree with that statement. Music is incredibly powerful, I’m certain that the way you feel can be effected by music and it can be hugely effected.  Speaking for myself I’d describe music as a sort of my own room. Especially when I listen to it with headphones. I’m an absolute dreamer so it doesn’t give me any hard time to forget my surrondingq and with music on it’s even easier.  Now, I don’t know what do you imagine under “forget your surrondings” but with me is it exactly what it sounds like. I can forget where I’m, who’s there with me. It gets super emberrassing sometimes because I can just lip-sync in a subway full of people or I can dramatically spread my arms to the tune while walking down a crowded sidewalk.  Music seems to consume all of the outside noises. I don’t see world the same when I look out of my window with no music and with music on. Suddenly it’s like even the slightest shaking of the leave makes the biggest sense and falls completely in sync with everything else.  Music is my comfort zone. You could put me basically everywhere as long as I’ll have my heaphones I’d survive everything. There are probably not things I won’t do, there are just things I won’t do without music. I’m certain that I could even bungee-jump if I could detach my feet of the ground with the rythm of a song.  Music is really like a little room. I can close the doors, I can leave them open, I can close all the windows and let the breeze flow into the room, breathe it in, let the gentle sound fill my chest and clear my head, I can let people in or I can just close isolate myself and let no one walk through.  I do not leave my house without my headphones, I do not pause song even for one second while outside if I’m alone. I need people to talk to me and if there are no people then I need music to whisper in my ear. Anything but silence.  There are songs which I can really feel in my heart, soul. There are songs which make my heart beat into the rhytm, let my lungs fill and deflate into the rhytm and I just can’t stay still while listening to a song. There are just so many things the tune makes me feel that I need to express them in anyway possible, whether grimacing or dancing or simply gently stomping my foot.  Also music is the main (and only) source of inspiration for me. Every single thing I wrote has it’s origin in a song.

10. Song you don’t relate to at all but you still listen to it? I think that there are plenty of them but the first one I can think of is Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time by P!ATD. I have an alcohol intolerance, I’ve never done drugs (and I don’t plan on doing them), I despise parties and partying in general and yet here I’m singing “Champagne! Cocaine! Gasoline!” at the top of my lungs ;)) 

11. The most depressing song you know? That question gave me some hard time! There are so many candidates but in the end I decided on: Suicide Note by Johnette Napolitano.  To show you why, here are some lyrics:  “ I wanted to believe As I watched your world Crumble in your hands (...) I wanted to believe You would win The war in your head That I did not understand” Yet another song I know thanks to tumblr.♥

12. The happiest song you know? Oh my God and I complained about the most depressing one, silly me.  Song which makes me incredibly happy all the time is High by Young Rising Son. But song with absolutely pure lyrics, liberating, reconciling, self-caring is Fear And Loathing by Marina and The Diamonds. “Now the time is here Baby you don't have to live your life in fear And the sky is clear, is clear of fear “

13. The song of your childhood? That one was the hardest so far!! All the czech songs aside.  In the end I’m going to say I Like It by Enrique Iglesias and Pitbull. Please keep in mind that I’m not a native speaker so I really didn’t understand the lyrics and I wasn’t aware that I’m singing about cheating on your partner :’).  This song was like mine and my friends anthem. We played it in my friend’s dad’s car at the full volume. Passing by drivers had to love us. 

14. Song that reminds you of part of your life and what part of your life is it? I wanted to answer Ferari by The Neighbourhood because the first notes fill me with the exact emotion I was feeling when hearing it the first time live. I can clearly hear the screams of the fans just before the band got on the stage, no matter how many times I’ve already played it. But I’m going to go with Swimming Pools by Troye Sivan. About like month ago it just started playing in my headphones when I was in a tram and it was like an absolute trip to past to August of summer 2016 and September as well.  I haven’t got the best memories asociated with this song but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the tune to the core. I could never hate anything by Troye to be honest! 

And I’m adding: 

1. Recommend us one song! 

2. Do you or did you play any instrument? If so, which was/is it? 

3. Artist(s if it’s a band) you haven’t seen live yet and you’d love to see them live?

4. One song you relate to the most? ( Currently or all the time - your pick :) ) 

5. Shuffle your music library and put the first song here: 

Tagging: @deduction-of-sherlockholmes ; @harrisonatemyapplescruffs ; @mylockedforgood ; @morporkianhobbit (thanks for liking my blog omg! ♥ ;u;) ; @eislinn ; @babyboy-tyler ; @scarrlet-raven Hope you guys don’t mind getting tagged! And everyone else who feels like doing the tag then consider yourself tagged! I’d love to read everything about everyone’s taste in music :)!

[a-poets-notebook]

Scarrlet and Miranda: Rekindled.

Scarr's POV

Suddenly she leaned in, rolling onto her back and resting her arm over my stomach. I shuffled down against the mattress and stared into her eyes; swampy in the dim light. Her large frame tucked in and curled around and over me as if she was a great dane pretending to be a lapdog. When she looked at me, I thought for a moment she was a sunflower instead. I slid my hand up her arm and placed it on her cheek, watching the soft rose tint that surfaced under the light pressure of my thumb. "You always touch me like nothing is wrong, are you aware of that? It's been two years since you've seen me and your hands still find my body like I've been there all along." Mira said to me. "Like you still know where every freckle is." "I do." I answered, as my hand traced over to the freckle under her chin and then the birthmark beneath her right ear. She chuckled quietly. "I miss you." She confessed, like she was finally allowing herself to feel it. Her breathing was heavy and her lips were left parted after she spoke, but her face was still lower than mine and frozen in place. I tried tilting her chin up slightly to see if she would follow my touch, but she remained stiffly in place. "You don't have to be missing me still." My voice was feathery, and her shoulder swayed forward for a mere heartbeat. "How long are you staying this time?" She asked, and her voice cracked. " Does it matter?" For a second, her eyes welled, and then she kissed me. She pulled herself up to me and brought me in tighter with her long legs wrapped around mine. I melted into her, just like I always have, and lost myself in the familiarity. This was a warmth I haven't felt in years, and my skin barely even knew how to welcome it. I have long forgotten the feeling of home, and this felt like reunition. This felt like the only touch of magic that wasn't afraid of me, and I knew I was where I belonged at last. With my hands tangled in her lemongrass hair, her lips between mine, and her hands pulling me in.

V.A

[scarrletmoon]

Hey I'm a but late, but related to your tags on the reblog about Taika.

It's absolutely people wanting to "put him in his place". He's a successful POC who takes pride in his work and that makes them FURIOUS. how dare he not grovel to be respected by them??

never too late, time isn’t real on tumblr dot com

this reminds me of how men don’t think women are funny bc they think they must either be stupid or wildly self centered. like if a woman makes a joke like “i could’ve made citizen kane but better, this filmmaking shit is easy” some men won’t realize she’s kidding

and i feel like when taika’s like “im brilliant at everything i do, obviously” they don’t realize that it’s partially tongue in cheek. which is kind of funny bc like. he IS a great director and a phenomenal actor and storyteller. i don’t think he actually thinks of himself as god’s gift to earth. but he also has every right to be proud of his work bc he’s REALLY FUCKING GOOD AT IT

so people see this guy being really good at what he does and having the audacity to acknowledge that and they get sooooo mad. bc we’re not supposed to know we’re good at shit. we always have to be Really Smart — For a Black Person. or Really Funny - For a Woman

and i think sometimes people don’t realize they’re falling for the bullshit racists come up with to make us hate ourselves. most racism is dumb as shit, but it also has the advantage of appealing to our basest desires and fears. i think it’s super important to double check when you see hate directed towards a marginalized person. maybe that person DOES suck. but isn’t it better to make sure anyway?

[scarrletmoon]

it's izzy hands it's kylo ren it's billy from stranger things it's snape it's draco it's loki circa 2012-2014 it's a REPEATED PATTERN throughout all of fandom of an antagonistic white guy getting a devoted fanbase that is both disproportionate to his importance in the story and also misunderstands the white guy's role as an antagonist. they think their mean little guy is a misunderstood victim and they base their entire fandom experience around him. and then in season 2 ofmd went and redeemed izzy before killing him off to further ed's arc, something that is a solid choice from a technical writing standpoint but from a fandom perspective it built the izzy fans up into thinking they were right about how izzy has never been homophobic, izzy is a poor downtrodden abuse victim, and from day one izzy has been a protector and the only competent guy around and a loyal and dutiful first mate. and possibly the most significant part is that so many izzy fans have accidentally and unknowingly tricked themselves into thinking that izzy is a main character bc their fandom engagement revolves so heavily around izzy that they forgot the actual show itself doesn't, so they were completely blindsided by a death that has been foreshadowed since season one ("im not dying, not for that twat and not for you" and "only retirement we get is death" and the whole "plumb the depths, man" sequence where izzy was talking to stede through a death shroud ffs). and i want so bad to just ignore it but we literally got a queer romcom centered around an interracial couple and an incredibly diverse cast and an indigenous main character and a diverse writer's room and the season ended on a happy note and it's all about queer joy AND YET. soooooooo much of the post-season discussion has to center around the white side character!!! even in death izzy hands takes up a disproportionate amount of the fandom conversation and im exhausted. it's every fandom! every fucking time!! this isnt anything new this is the same time-honored fandom tradition of white man favoritism YET A-FUCKING-GAIN and im SO FUCKING TIRED OF IT!!!!!!!!!

(i get so scared when i turn on anon bc i’ve consistently gotten such shitty, cowardly messages through it but i’m glad this isn’t one of them lmao)

i know i’ve said this 374748 times but the last time i made the kylo ren/snape/white villain connection on twitter (i mean that’s on me, it’s twitter) i had people legit furious with me for calling them nazis which………..i literally never said

and i get the frustration. trust me, I GET IT. the white villain problem smashes right into white fragility and makes it almost impossible to talk about any of it. it means, like you said, that we’re talking about a fucking white side character in cast of amazing, nonwhite talent, because some people can’t handle confronting the fact that whiteness insulates them from the realities of racism, and that their ignorance and hostility makes them active participants in white supremacy

(and it’s really hard to explain this to people who’ve been taught that racism is when slurs and white klan hoods, because then they’ll say and do the most vile shit and CRY or fight you when you gently try to explain the racist shit they just did)

and because fandom is very queer as well as very white, we also have to contend with the kinds of white people who think that queerness somehow negates their whiteness. that they can’t express their privilege in contexts involving POC. that we’re making shit up to be victims and to minimize their pain on purpose. and time and time again, i have had my queerness erased by white people, so they feel comfortable ignoring criticism i only ever shared bc i was hoping for something better

i’ve said it again and again and again and AGAIN that it’s ESPECIALLY depressing seeing white people close ranks in ofmd fandom especially BECAUSE it has such a diverse cast and doesn’t shy away from discussing racism in all the ways it manifests. like, most of the racism in the show isn’t even subtle and y’all STILL elected to ignore it? do y’all not feel ANY shame about that?

and some of them don’t! bc they think we’re infiltrators. bc they’re only a few steps removed from “they will not replace us” as they see more POC try to join fannish spaces. and they’ll pretend they’re not trying to push us out bc they’re marginalized in other ways — deliberately ignoring the fact that they’re also crushing their fellow queer, disabled and marginalized community

so you’re tired? yeah. me the fuck too. we deserve so much better

[scarrletmoon]

k!y!s!

idk what this means so i googled it, and it turns out it's sports related which is why i didn't recognize it lmao

now i know who kysre gondrezick is, thanks anon!

[scarrletmoon]

Scarr, you are absolutely phenomenal. I'm constantly in awe of your strength, your vulnerability, and your way with words. You're one of my favorite people to follow on this hellsite. So very happy to have you in this fandom. 💕

i woke had a really weird nightmare this morning, and this ask was the very first thing i woke up to, which was so lovely, and it's just been sitting in my brain all day, like this -> 💗

it was also so jarringly nice that i messaged @oatmilktruther to be like "WHAT DID I DO, WHAT'S HAPPENING, DID I MISS A MEME" 😭

this was a very sweet message and i appreciate it so much 💖💖💖

[scarrletmoon]

ALSO DADDY ISSUES OH MY GOD HOW DID I MISS THAT ONE

from the WIP list

this one is DEFINITELY @oatmilktruther's fault bc of their grad student ed fic, and i thought, what if bratty younger ed picks up an older stede at a bar with the intention of domming this soft DILF? and then stede introduces him to his own praise kink instead

“First lesson,” Stede says, as he presses his fingers to Ed’s bitten lip. “I want to hear you.” Ed unfurls his lip with a quiet pop and earns another soft word of praise that sparks in his gut. “Second,” Stede continues, thumb dragging across Ed’s wet mouth. “I want to hear a yes from you when I give you an order. Understood?” "Yes." Ed hesitates for all of half a second before he dares to add, “Mr Bonnet.” He can tell when he’s hit his mark; Stede’s eyes go wide, momentarily stunned speechless. And for that one brief moment, Ed feels dangerously smug. It doesn’t last long. Stede leans in, dips low until Ed can feel Stede’s warm breath against his ear, holds his breath so he can hear the words. “Third,” Stede whispers, “that’s daddy to you.”

[scarrletmoon]

for the spring cleaning meme!! "wet", and if that's not in any of them, "good"

you knew what you were doing

He swallows because he’s a fucking professional, and it’s worth it when he finally lifts his head and sees the way Stede bites his lip at the sight of him. Ed can imagine what he looks like, but it’s nothing compared to Stede now: hair a mess, lips slightly swollen and wet, face flushed, lounging against the pillows like he’s just been fucked six ways from Sunday.

[scarrletmoon]

Happy birth! 55 & 58?

(thank you!)

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

ED EDWARD TEACH EDWARD MARTHA TEACH--

i think it has less to do with reader reactions and more to do with s2 just making me completely adore him

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

brainstorming (aka throwing ideas at @oatmilktruther or in the BAWS server [i need to come up with better shorthand for that]) and then actually finishing and posting the fucking thing bc the writing part? hell. hell on earth. dante could never imagine anything as bad as this. setting myself on fire would hurt less

anyway i've got a WIP to finish before the end of the week,

[scarrletmoon]

Hi, Scarrlet 💜

For the spring cleaning WIP meme, how about the word open?

hehe

under the cut for NSFW

Stede nods, thankfully trusts him to know his own limits, and returns to hot, open mouthed kisses on Ed’s skin. The wet heat of Stede’s mouth immediately scatters his thoughts, threatens to shake him apart but that’s nothing, fucking nothing compared to how it feels when Stede gets his tongue on Ed’s cock.

[scarrletmoon]

i dont think its stupid to hope even if you dont think its gonna work out, its something you adored that meant a lot to you, many people probably feel the same way

yeah 💖 i’ll keep fighting for this show for as long as the cast and crew want to do it

[scarrletmoon]

Izzy stans keep trying to pull the "we're victims because people made fun of us for MOURNING!!"

While completely leaving out how they bullied so many POC off Twitter for not agreeing with the Izzy is the Real Victim bs

they tried to pull the victim shit last year too, i’m honestly over it

it sounds cruel but how many times can you really give a group of people the benefit of the doubt and the space to be in their feelings when they constantly use those feelings as an excuse to be shitty?

it doesn’t actually matter if you were a dick bc you weren’t in the right mental state (case in point — ed’s entire arc in s2). i don’t pretend to be a perfect person but i also don’t have a right to demand forgiveness if i hurt someone bc i was hurting. my mental illness isn’t my fault but idk, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i expected my friends to just excuse my behavior every time i hurt them

so it’s weird that these people think they’re an exception to the rule

[scarrletmoon]

i'm so, so sorry that you've had to navigate so much racism, fear and frustration in this fandom, and for whatever it's worth, so many of us agree with you regarding izzy's arc this season. it's like a slap in the face. i'm so sorry. we love you and we love your work. <3

i left this ask for a week bc i was feeling SO burned after ep6 and 7 and how certain fans were reacting to it, and i think that was a good choice

the finale isn't going to fix all the shit i've been through in the past year -- some of which i don't talk about publically, so i think people have this impression that i'm constantly whining about nothing lmao -- but BOY did it ease my fears that the show had stopped being what i thought it was. it sucks that they didnt have the time they clearly wanted to tell the whole story, but they did an amazing job. my heart is full. i am so relieved. i am SO happy to be wrong