Hello! I Was Wondering If You Could Relink Your Post About 'shrugs'? I Glimpsed It A While Back, And

Hello! I was wondering if you could relink your post about 'shrugs'? I glimpsed it a while back, and I couldn't seem to discover it again. Also, if it's older/out of date, could you potentially update it? (though I can't imagine there could suddenly be new meanings to shrugs lol) Keep posting <3 I love your work :3

It's this one!

I don't really have an update to it. @s-b-york added a good comment in the reblogs about neurodivergence!

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Reblogs require so much DEDICATION and willpower, like, you love that post so much that you wanna show everyone else how fucking awesome it is, That is a lot of energy, that is a lot of raw power. a like, thats just like a little guy waving at u from across the street, or he says something like " I like your shoes" but he's across the street so u barely hear him.

“You’d be nothing without me,” she snapped. Hailey stopped in the middle of slicking on her trademark red lipstick.

In the mirror, she raised one prom, perfect, brow.

“I’m sorry, have I not been giving you enough attention?” Her tone dripped with condescension.

“I’m not a dog,” Leah said, and Hailey pursed her lips.

“Then don’t act like one.”

Leah scoffed.

“For someone loved by millions, you certainly are hard to be around.”

Hailey stood, pulling herself to a stop in front of Leah. She hooked two fingers into Leah’s waistband, and tugged her flush against her front.

Leah’s face went red.

“Oh, darling, I know. They love me because I sing about being hopelessly in love. And who writes those songs.”

“I do,” Leah said, indignation warm in her chest.

Hailey hummed.

“Mmm. And who are you in love with? I certainly haven’t seen anyone holding your hand. No, your life revolves around me,” she grinned, teasingly. “Like a planet to a star.”

Leah spluttered, face going even warmer.

“I am not in love with you—“

Hailey tipped her head so their lips almost brushed, and Leah froze, chest caught between a breath.

Hailey smiled, and Leah swore she felt it against her mouth.

“Thought so.” Hailey stepped away, slinging her jacket off the back of a chair and onto her shoulder. She strode for the door, and stopped halfway across the room.

“Oh, and love? Write me another love song, and next time, maybe I’ll bring you out onstage. Introduce you as my pretty little girlfriend, my wonderful mastermind.”

Leah choked.

“I am not your girlfriend—“

Hailey simply smiled that red lipstick smile, and sauntered out the door into the middle of her screaming fans.

Leah touched her still hot cheek with one finger, absently.

Girlfriend.

She smiled, slightly.

She kind of liked it.

“I love you,” they pressed a kiss to their lovers temple. Their lover smiled sleepily at them, beneath blankets and pillows and bandages.

“How are you feeling?”

Their lover smiled, reached for them, and pulled them into bed.

“Better, now that you’re here.”

“I never left.”

“Don’t ever leave.”

They pressed another kiss to their forehead.

“Promise.”

Their lover winced, and blinked wearily.

“Kiss it better?”

They smiled.

“Of course.”

They kissed every wound thrice times over, until their lover was dead asleep in their arms, coated in their love.

“I love you,” they whispered into their hair.

And despite the bruises, despite the wounds, in their sleep, their lover smiled.

“We’re going to die,” the hero murmured, and the villain slammed their hand onto their mouth.

“If you keep talking, yes.”

The hero glared at them out of the side of their eye, and hissed against their palm.

“Let go of me—“

The super villain laughed, and it echoed through the warehouse; a place they had turned into a sprawling labyrinth of death traps and riddles.

“Little birds,” they sang, and in that moment, the hero hated their chosen profession.

Behind their back, the villain fiddled with the lock to the door.

Their other hand remained firmly fixed upon the hero’s mouth.

The super villain began to hum.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

The villain began to move faster.

“Please,” the hero mouthed against the villains palm, sweat and desperation coating them. There was blood cooling on their abdomen.

The villain simply clutched their face tighter.

The super villain turned the corner, gun propped on their shoulder, and smiled.

“Found you.”

The lock clicked, the door swung open, and together, they tumbled into freedom.

Two hours later, the hero was swaddled in a fluffy blanket on the villains couch. There were so many safe guards on the villains house that they should have felt trapped. The hero just felt safe.

The villain carefully taped a piece of cloth over their wound, a pristine white bandage covering a neat row of stitches, put there by the villain.

“Thank you,” the hero’s mouth was dry. “For. You know.”

The villain looked up at them, and by god, if they didn’t look like a fallen Angel.

They smiled.

“I couldn’t let you die, now could I,” they said. They tipped the hero’s chin up, and when they spoke next, it was a whisper over their lips. “I’d miss you.”

The hero shivered, and the villain’s smile curled wider.

A moment later, the settled onto the couch beside the hero. The hero stiffened.

“Oh, come now.”

The villains arm fell, lightly, around their shoulders, and then they were pulled, blanket and all, onto the villain’s shoulder.

“You—“

“Hush, hero. That’s the blood loss talking.”

The hero did not nuzzle further into the villain’s chest, and the villain did not tuck them closer.

Absolutely not.

The news report flicked on, and they watched it idly, together.

“We’ll kill them together, yes?” The hero said, voice small.

The villain hummed, then laughed, voice tinged with something dangerous.

If the hero had looked up, they would have seen something akin to murderous. The villain tucked a careful hand over the wound, as if to make sure it was safe, and protected, and no longer bleeding out.

The hero did not look up.

“Yes, hero. We’ll kill them together.”

But for now, they stayed there, huddled together, warm and safe and dry.

And if the hero didn’t leave, even after they had killed the supervillain? If the hero moved in, took up a place on the villain’s bed?

Then that wouldn’t be anyone’s business.

(The villain delighted in it, though.)

(The hero was just happy to no longer be alone.)

(The hero learned the Villain knew a startling amount about the human body, their body, and was especially adept at causing pleasure—)

(The villain delighted in that, too.)

i just completed a full rewatch of shera with my bf (yes ironic ik) and i forget how beautiful this show is in terms of writing every time oh my god. like the call backs of promises and the “stay”s and in the failsafe episode where catra begs adora to see and realize that shadowweaver is using her “why cant you see that” as a parallel to the portal dimension when adora begs catra in the same way. these two girls are just so in love with each other and the way they mirror each other in this show is so beautiful. when catra finally admits to being in love with adora and yet again begs her to stay. when adora’s perfect future is just her, catra as her wife and her friends living happily together. i’ll never be able to get over how much they love each other and how amazingly it’s portrayed