This is a pic spam warning. I just got two of the YST Samurai Kids doujinshi anthologies and I need to document the fashion disasters that litter it’s pages.
Now that we have a black Captain America
How about Patriot?
Come on, you know you wanna.
isotoperuption said: "You’re not useless." Noah and Claire
(GR Reset AU)
His climb through The Wall left Noah aching in places he didn’t even know could ache, and a few he knew too well— a dull echoing throb to remind him that he really wasn’t healed enough to do this and Holiday would lock him in his room when she found out.
But when Leo and Alex sent news that Claire had made it there, scared but safe, he had to see her whether it violated doctor’s orders or not. With a small smile he realized he was just as likely to hear it from Claire as Holiday for being out of bed before he was really cleared. Even on the run, away from the last vestiges of a normal life, she was still more likely to worry about him than herself— at least on the surface.
He waited outside the door Lyn had lead him to, listening: curtains rattled, ancient bed-springs creaked. In his minds eye he could see her sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows propped on trembling knees, head in her hands and brow furrowed. Taking a deep breath, Noah knocked lightly.
"Room service." So sue him, Rex’s sense of humor was rubbing off.
An instant later the door flew open and Noah was grateful he was just recovered enough to step out of the way before it hit him square in the face.
"Noah?!" Twenty emotions crossed Claire’s features at once, ranging from affronted shock to deep affection and lingering quite a while on something that was almost disappointment— though in him or herself it was impossible to tell. "What are you doing here, shouldn’t you still be at the Dam?" Dark eyes scanned him toe to tip, honing in on the places bandages still peeked out: just above a shirt collar and below a short t-shirt sleeve. "Oh god you snuck out to see me!" Covertly, as if Holiday had eyes in the walls themselves, Claire ushered Noah into the room and closed the door. "Dr. Holiday is going to kill you."
"And undo all this hard work? I don’t think so." Now that he wasn’t hovering between life and death, it was easier than Noah liked to joke about what remained of his injuries. He still wasn’t sure how to feel about being able to joke about that.
"Dammit, Noah you know what I mean, you’re not doing yourself any favors running around like this before you’re totally healed." Claire huffed, arms crossed.
"I needed to make sure you were okay," Two gauze wrapped hands reached out to rub Claire’s shoulders as Noah peeked through dark, messy bangs, searching for a pair of deep brown eyes. "You are, aren’t you? Black Knight didn’t hurt you, did she?"
Claire took a deep breath. “No, I think she bought that story we cooked up about us breaking up before you went AWOL from Providence, but I didn’t want to risk mom or dad getting caught up in any of this, so I came here.”
Noah nodded. His worst fears abated, it was time to address hers.
"Are you okay?” He asked again, already starting to feel her shake in his hands. Claire was strong, the strongest person he knew, but as much as they’d talked about a worst case scenario it had always been just that.
A mess of auburn hair shook wildly when words failed her and she buried her head as much as she dared into an injured shoulder. Noah clutched her fiercely, until the nerves in his hands burned from strain they weren’t ready for.
"The worst… the worst part of it is I understand how you felt when you told Rex the truth… what good am I now that I can’t get information from Providence about what they’re doing? I’m useless!"
"You’re not useless." Noah rubbed her back soothingly. "You can do plenty of good for us here."
"But I was more useful to the Rebels as a spy."
Noah pulled Claire away a moment, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"Are you seriously telling me you thought you were the only one?"
Claire blinked, tears slowing as they rolled down her cheeks.
"Captain Callan. Head of Providence SRT. He’s on our side." Noah smiled, wiping at her eyes. "Has been since day one."
"You’re kidding. Walker Texas Ranger is a good guy?” A smile, reluctant but not unwelcome, tugged at the corner of Claire’s mouth.
"Swear to god." The blond laughed, nodding. Relief flooded Claire and she leaned in, kissing Noah square on the mouth.
"You sure know what to say to make a girl feel better about subverting the Military State." A hand reached up to slip behind his head and grip shaggy, blond hair. "How’s that for a compliment?”
Noah pecked her lips again, grinning. “Different. I like it.”
im laughing cause they look like a 90’s boyband
the backstroke boys
THE BACKSTROKE BOYS
"Tell me why
you want to live in the sea.
Tell me why
you scoffed at our new trainee.
Tell me why
you always have to say to me:
'I only swim free.'”
Fuck I love this fandom.
So in memory of one of the people who got me playing D&D, I’ve decided to add my very first D&D character to my list of cosplays for the year. Which means I get to mess about with armor building.
Growing up, it’s hard to have the presence of mind to notice how much you take in from those around you. For good or ill, the things you see and hear root themselves deep into the person you will eventually become. It isn’t until you’re old enough to look back and wonder at the effect other people had on you, most of the time without their knowledge let alone yours.
I was lucky that way— lucky to be surrounded by mostly older boys who did more to positively shape my sense of self than any of the women in my life at the time. I didn’t realize it then (I doubt they did either) but every single one of my brother’s best friends were feminists. The amount of encouragement they had for me, how effortless it was for them to include me (most time to by brother’s chagrin, I was the little sister after all) in certain things impressed upon me very, very early that femininity was what I made it— in that being as I was a girl and interested in things whatever those things were were by nature also feminine. They taught me to claim things the world would not allow me long before I even knew it was going to be a survival skill. I claimed things like sword-fighting, table-top roleplaying games, video games, and disappearing into the woods for hours with nothing but my own imagination.
I was only the princess that needed to be rescued in our pretend games if I wanted to be.
It was with this mindset that I came up against what I soon discovered were “traditional” gender roles and expectations in the world that existed beyond those days lost to imagination. In the years to come I would regularly consult the arsenal of self confidence and assuredness these other brothers unknowingly gifted me so long ago.
One of the brothers who contributed to that arsenal passed away last night— and today I honor him not differently than I have every other day of my life— by keeping the swords sharp and shields at the ready.