wynne | 21 | writer

All-Human + Modern AU: The Seven + Nico and Reyna

“Your dad’s Indian. Your mom’s black. Why are you white?” Skylar St. Clair’s been getting questions like these all his life. Skylar’s home is the Nettlebush Indian Reserve; his family, the hundreds of Plains Shoshone living there. Skylar can’t help it if he better resembles his biological mother, a woman whose untimely death left him with more secrets than memories. Skylar’s father has been in federal prison for the past fifteen years. The summer of his release coincides with familial matters of a different nature: Skylar and his husband are trying to adopt a daughter. Piecing together a fragmented family is no small task. All the patience in the world cannot contend with thirty-three years of reticence.

Things Nick North is supposed to be: A space pirate. An awkward teenager on the verge of adulthood, newly navigating the maze of gender and sexuality. Things Nick North is not supposed to be: A psychotherapist. Escort to a pair of alien princesses. Owner of an amusement park. Captain of the entire ship. The Suddenly Space Pirates have an unwanted stowaway in the form of Raul Ales de Foc, genocidal destroyer of universes. How the crew reacts in his time of need will ultimately test their character–and their Patience. The question remains: Can Nick steal three new pieces of treasure and still find time to hand in his summer homework?

Matteo and his brother Kalid are night walkers, two of thousands of Ugandan children who walk away from their rural homes every night to evade captivity by the Lord’s Resistance Army. The Lord’s Resistance Army, a Christian army spanning the width of East and Central Africa, has been kidnapping children to fight its battles for over a decade. Worse still for Matteo and Kalid is that they are Muslims–the very enemy the LRA proposes to wipe off of the face of the planet. When Kalid contracts a debilitating fever, the boys’ parents urge Matteo to make the nightly walk on his own; the LRA wants healthy soldiers, they reason, not sickly children. Reluctantly, Matteo makes the trip to neighboring Luwero without his little brother. The following morning, Matteo returns to his village to find it raided by the LRA, his brother missing, his parents dead. Matteo quickly makes up his mind: He must join the LRA, find his little brother, and smuggle him to safety. What Matteo does not expect to discover on enemy soil are thirty thousand children who want to go home but have forgotten the way. Conflicted by their suffering, Matteo’s quest to find his brother spirals into a journey to unite thirty thousand boys and girls in a rebellion against the world’s largest and cruelest army, all while fighting Someone Else’s War.

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

Inspired by a conversation with @bangtan-sailor

you know… with this rise in interest in east asian culture and “aesthetics” over the past couple of years also comes with a rise in asian cultural appropriation… so for every nonasian out there who would consider themselves a fan of cutesy asian things or stuff like kpop or anime, you guys have an obligation to people of the culture you’re enjoying to be informed and educated about their struggles. it’s not right to love and consume cultures that’s not your own while ignoring the people who are part of them. read up on appropriation, the fetishisation and infantilisation of east asian women and desexualisation of asian men, whitewashing in media, xenophobia, the erasure of our achievements and the model minority myth. you owe it to us east asians to be educated on topics that concern us if you’re going to continue to consume media and content we make.

Past: revealed Rings: exchanged Victuri: ENGAGED

inner drunk yuuri: but you can grind on that dick

Victor MOVING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY after an internet video

The way they first met in Japan

I MEAN

VICTOR WAS NAKED and “Hi, I’m your coach now”

All the touching

“Oh believe me, you GOT EROS”

Seriously, he probably created the Eros program thinking about that drunk night dancing

“I have been flirting with you for the past year but thanks for noticing”

Yurio’s rage when he got in Japan

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TOOK THAT DRUNKEN REQUEST SERIOUSLY”

Chris’ hand-on-butt way of saying hi

I always thought Victor was coming on really strong in the first couple episodes.

But now it all makes sense.