Honestly, One Of The Best Things In The World Is That How Fandom Looked At The Warm Family And Said:

Honestly, one of the best things in the world is that how fandom looked at the warm family and said: “Nah, bro, there's no chance these people are cis.”

happy Thursday the 20th

i don't know how to say this but if you see something get called russian culture maybe double check. many people online have no fucking clue how many things they claim as theirs that are simply not. this cultural erasing is a tool of genocide, because when you have no culture, you have no language, you have no nation. please fucking use your brain. i bet you a million dollars you've seen borshch (also spelled borscht) as a russian dish but it is literally one of our national dishes. look up the ems ukaz. the erasure of our culture isn't new so think for a second. did you know dostoyevskyy was ethnically ukrainian? what about gogol? what about ryepin? aivazovskyy was ukrainian with armenian roots. and yet they are all pillars of "russian art". do you get it yet? they ruined our lands, made the best education all russian, gave you rights and respect if you lived as a russian and they succeeded in it. these people are russian to history now, our culture is being erased and only we care

Me: *sends Agustín's gif to my friend saying that it's his birthday*

Friend: Happy birthday! I wish him happiness

Me: And for the bees not to bite

Friend: I don't know the situation but bee stings are painful, so yes, I wish that too.l

“Okay, I'm not giving you back”

When people gave Luisa gifts, it was usually related to her role Stuffed donkey toys weren't. But it might just be the best things anyone has given her in a long time

More of Fracture—Swap besties duo! Fracture Mirabel belongs to @miracles-and-butterflies

The sword whistled. Step back, prepare, block. Okay, here she goes.

Luisa got the sword above her head, shifting the weight to another leg. Agrh, it wasn't hard enough. She had to warm up her trainings again. She wouldn't become better if she didn't challenge herself. Which was a hard quest. Luisa's strength was already out of human capabilities. Regardless of from which angle she looked at it. After years of physical work, managing the sword became her second nature. But the problem with being this strong was the fact that a fair training with all her skills was impossible. It leaved a glooming feeling of unsertanity, not letting her to actually know how prepared she was. And...maybe it was a part of the reason why Luisa always felt so unsafe. Despite the fact that she was nearly impossible to hurt even without all her battleskills. But she couldn't tell for sure.

Luisa held her breath, trying to imagine how someone could attack her in the moment.The fighting was all about instincts. And in Luisa's case being as fast as possible to deal with enemies before they get the chance to even get closer to her family. She can imagine them, sitting in the audience while Luisa shifts the weight, breaking through the air to strike.

"Hello." The voice is enough to break her from whatever she was doing. Luisa turned around in panic, before she ever could proceed the voice. Getting ready for whoever was here.

Oh, right, it was another Mirabel. The girls stood a little behind, waiting for Luisa to say something. She raised her head, unnaturally frozen.

"Hi!" Luisa hummed, hiding her sharp tool. "Long time not see." She marched to the younger girl, crouching next to her. "Anything new, or are you just passing by?"

Teenager held out a small box. Unmoving like a robot. "I have a gift for you.. As far as I am aware, it is what people give to show their attachment to sertain person."

Ohh... A smile had spreaded across Luisa's face. It was so sweet, especially if you ignore the part where Mirabel wasn't completely sure at how to show affection. Which wasn't her fault, and the fact that she tried was more than Luisa could ever hope for.

"Thank you!" Luisa grinned, petting Mirabel's hair. Gentle so she wouldn't mess it up. "You're so sweet!"

Mirabel's eyes flinched up. "You do not have to thank me." She stated, passing an yellow box to Luisa.

Luisa hummed, excited, pulling the bright ribbon. What could it be? Knowing her, people usually gave her things related to her role. Whenever it was a millitary styled fashion or some hard equipment to train herself. When the talk was about her, it was always about bare strength. The power piercing through her muscles since the day she got her gift.

But... It wasn't hard. Luisa found herself dumbfounded. Inside the box, was a small knitted donkey. Enough to fit into Luisa's palm. It's dark gray spine stood boldly against the paler nose and belly. Black eyes, also knitted, stared right into Luisa's. A really good and proper made donkey. If Luisa didn't know how much this version of Mirabel was into knitting and embodying, she would assume Mira had bought it somewhere.

"What is this?" She breathes out, squeezing a toy. Her big finger ran across the loose knots of the mane. Soft.

Mirabel tilted her head, replying flatly. "I apologize if my offering did not make you happy." Completely ignoring the question.

Luisa gasped and nervously shook her head. "No, no, I just..." What? Didn't expect it? Luisa was strong, and with it came its expectations. She wasn't supposed to have soft things. They were too damageable. Luisa had to always look strong and a plushie didn't come as a symbol of indestructibility.

"I knew it looked bad." Mirabel continued. "I am very sorry, I should've made it better than this. There's not enough details and the size..."

"No, no, it's okay, it's really good!" Luisa assured her, eyetwitching. "I just... usually too strong for stuffed toys?" She spreaded her arms, for a moment showing off her outfit.

"I do not understand how stuffed toys are opposite of being strong but I am sorry for a misunderstanding. I thought you would like it."

Luisa did. She really did. It was small, and cute, and not hard or dangerous (She hoped for this). She just wasn't used for this. Warriors don't own plushies. At least as far as Luisa was aware. And her role was to ensure everyone:s safety. It wasn't about having soft things to herself. It would just distract her in case there was any danger. And with how Luisa built her image, there was no doubt everyone saw her as strong and indestructible. There was no reason to question if she wanted something small and soft.

Luisa sobbed, wiping her eyes. "Thank you," her lip trembled as she held the toy tight. "It's sweet, really."

Mirabel stared without moving. Her eyes ran uncomfortably, trying to read too hard emotions for her.

"Can I just keep you in my universe? You're too sweet!" Luisa picked Mirabel up, letting her to sit on her arm. Her tears fel down, wetting the coat.

"I can not leave my family." Mirabel nodded her head, wrapping her arms around Luisa's neck. "Can you tell me what have upset you so I won't fail next time?"

"Nothing," Luisa chuckled. "It's happy tears. Thank you."

The listener's gaze fliskered. "I do not understand emotions very well." She replied honestly. Luisa grit her teeth, knowing exactly who was to blame gor this. "But I am grateful you enjoyed a gift for a mother's day."

"I do," Luisa smiled through her crying. "You're the best." She replied almost on instinct before thought has kicked in. "A gift for what?"

"For a day of mothers around the world." Mirabel explained like an encyclopedia. Did she just... claimed Luisa as her Mamá? Luisa froze, not daring to take a breathe. It must be some fever dream from caffeine overdose. "I do know you are not my mother but..."

"I am your mother now." Luisa stated. Brown eyes shoon with proudness.

Oh. And Mirabel is sertainly isn't going back to her universe.