FREE PALESTINE🇵🇸 ZIONISTS WILL BE BLOCKED‼️(I can't donate as of currently but I can share campaigns) millzachpaintx on IG | Minor | 🇲🇾 | The Music Freaks, Steven Universe, Kindergarten (1,2,3), writing + DIY + kandi enjoyer | Guys I'm not a Twitter refugee I promise | DEFINITELY neurodivergent | I use tone tags!
👤# ; I'm Millie/Zachary, I make art and such. I'm a fan of/like:
Boboiboy
The Music Freaks
Steven Universe
Confetti, Khel, Slayr, Jane Remover, Lucy Bedroque, Vylet Pony, LuLuYam, ericdoa, ISSBROKIE! and underscores
Anthropology
Kandi-making
DIY-making
Writing & Drawing
My ocs (BLAM, SOE & TDA)
Kindergarten 1 n 2
🎭# ; I make sexual jokes sometimes. I'm also Malaysian.
✌️# ; I'm anti cringe-culture and believe you can do whatever you want, as long as you're not harming others.
💭# ; My political views align with leftist views generally. I'm a minor btw. Also I sometimes use tone tags
This section was meant to be about my stance on shipping discourse, but atp it's just redundant bc it brings up the topic even more so yeah. Even this note is bringing it up too, fuck.
I use Any pronouns + They/Them. I'm Enbyflux + Transmasc + Greyromantic Asexual
I removed my DNI because it (the concept) has been proven to not work, so yeah I'll block freely
though if you're a discourse/nsfw blog then yeah pls don't interact /lh
Userbox/Blinkie credits in order of top-bottom: @chronicallyleggless @chronicallylav3nd3r (deactivated) and @sweetpeauserboxes (expect there to be blinkies and more userboxes added)
Graphics credits: @strangergraphics for the sparkle divider, @sister-lucifer for the purple and green star dividers
Sam gijinka. Every colour is picked straight from the image, except for the jacket, because it was too similar to Sam's skin tone. Constructive criticism is welcome.
for the love of everything pure + everything evil. remember Asian people exist & care about us. & not just your pale, submissive, fetishized East Asians. Asia includes Southeast, West, & South Asians like people in Vietnam, Siberia, Pakistan, Palestine etc etc.
you people keep treating Asians as either invisible or the closest thing to white. trust me, I wish I had the safety & the privilege of a white person instead of being fetishized + objectified, stereotyped, & having unrealistic expectations held over my head as part of the model minority myth shit /general "you"
literally everywhere I turn there is a lack of respect for Asian people. even Asian anime characters almost always pass for white, people mock our food, accuse us of stealing jobs, & then OTHER PEOPLE OF COLOR assume we don't struggle like them I don't know anymore. I'm really tired
Happy disabled pride month to the undiagnosed. To those with no idea what it could be. To those who are pretty sure they know, but can't be certain yet. To those whose doctors are trying their best, and to those whose doctors aren't. To those with test results, and those without. To those whose prognosis isn't looking good. To those scared by the course of their symptoms, and with no idea what's going to happen next. Living undiagnosed is hard, and I wish you all luck.
What really gets me about a lot of the transandrophobia on this website is the fact that people love to ignore that tons of trans men are also barred from sports, except for us its silently, theres almost no fight about it and no support for us.
Do any of you know who he is?
This is Mack Beggs, a southern trans man. Mack is a wrestler who was forced to fight in the girls state championship which he had to fight tooth and nail to be included in at all. Even now when Mack fights on a mens team he engages in activism for mental health of trans youth and for other trans athletes and yet people have the audacity to come on here and say that transmasculine people contribute nothing to the movement. Have you ever heard of him? Or was it such a quiet modest celebration that you didn’t even know he existed.
And thats how it is with trans men. It is not better to be publicly shamed and harassed but being voiceless comes with its own struggles. When we’re allowed to compete in women's sports, something we shouldn’t be forced to do in the first place, it’s almost always under the condition that we are not taking testosterone. When we are competing in mens sports, if we’re not turned away at the gate for being a “woman” we face the physical danger of assault, sexual or otherwise, in the locker room. How can you call that privilege?
This post comes with no intention to invalidate anyone else’s experiences, only to uplift those of transmascs.
In the end I decided on Corey and Laney because why not lol
Join me as I watch Laney destroy the band with a wish (oh, and her life, of course).
I made sketches of this using scenes from the movie, but they're really bad drawings, so don't expect much. I'll still post them though, until I have all the ones I have in mind.
Do you think Laney would try to cancel the wish or just modify it like Bear?
I drew this last night b4 I went to bed. Basically this is just me introducing spicy malaysian noodle brands 2 Luke n stuff, I <3 SPICY FOODDDDD I <3 SPICY NOODLES!!!!! I <3 MY BUTTHOLE!!! (no I don't). Ngl if me n Luke were roommates I'd be doing the most stupidest shit ever
Decided to draw Zachary in this lil cute off-the-shoulder outfit, bc 1. It looks cute and I like it 2. It could symbolize Zachary feeling more safe with being vulnerable n stuff. Jellyous by ILLIT made me feel like a cutie patootie so that's also why I drew this.
It's the way Fang shifts in his seat, the way he leaves the room when Papa Zola starts gushing about his wife and baby princess or when Gopal is drooling over his mam's curry or when Ying and Yaya gush about all that they need to catch up on.
And Boboiboy, wading through his own glaring homesickness and longing to see Tok Aba again, remembers, suddenly, that there is nobody on Earth to welcome Fang home.
(based on that scene near the beginning of BBBtm2)
"Fang," Boboiboy pauses. His mouth had moved faster than his mind, he does not know how to ask, but he's already opened his dumb mouth so now he has to see this through to the end. He can't take it back nor does he want to. 'Are you alright' feels stupid, but he cannot think of anything else to say so he settles for it. "You've been quiet," Boboiboy says, voice barely above a whisper, the word 'quiet' barely covers Fang's odd, twitchy behaviour throughout the day, but it sounds better than 'weird' and he's not here to pick a fight, not here not now, "are you..okay? Dinner not sitting right with you or something?"
And Boboiboy knows that's not it, he's not stupid, and the cat's been out of the bag for a long time now, but family's a touchy subject, and Fang's fuse has been stretched thin already between the stress of the day's events and their impending return to Earth, so he extends the olive branch, an easy out, as a peace offering, and hopes Fang trusts him enough to reach for the hand holding the stick instead.
And Boboiboy is sitting precariously balanced on the edge of Fang's bed in his own pyjamas, feet socked, cap off, while Fang is already under his covers, an arm thrown over his eyes, and Boboiboy gets to watch from up close how Fang's mouth opens and closes repeatedly yet not a single thing comes out beyond a broken exhale, how his hand curls into a tight, white-knuckled fist, nails digging into the meat of his palm, and Boboiboy has to resist the urge to grab it and gently peel the fingers back because that must hurt.
"I'm fine," Fang replies, eventually. "Just tired." Then, arm shifting to let just one eye peek through, it locks almost lazily with Boboiboy's own gaze. And, inappropriately, Boboiboy is struck by how beautifully sharp Fang's uniquely alien red eyes are. Of course, the moment is quickly shattered. "Saving them was dumb of you."
Boboiboy sighs. At least Fang feels good enough to argue.
"Eggbot had been secured. All that was extra—it turned out alright, didn't it?"
Fang scoffs weakly, eye fluttering back closed. "This time," he agrees. "Next time.."
Boboiboy waits. He's not good at it, but he tries. He wants more out of Fang, he wants Fang to confide in him, they've grown much closer than where they first started, but he knows better than to force it. So, he waits.
Until the faint goodnights a couple rooms over ring out, until the ships' automatic systems has swapped over into the dimmer, warmer lighting for the night, until he thinks Fang himself has actually fallen asleep.
But.
"Are you planning on sleeping here?" Fang's voice is slurred with on-the-verge-of-sleep sluggishness. "Goodnight, Bobo," he exhales, with finality. Then, almost kindly, softly, like an afterthought much deliberated on, "..Sleep, tomorrow's a big day for you."
Boboiboy closes his eyes. He should, yes.
"Goodnight, Pang."
He checks his watch, finally, once the door has closed behind him. Eleven. He's surprised Fang allowed him to stay that long.
Before he goes back to his room, he makes one stop. There's something he has to do.
There's nothing quite like coming home.
Earth's blue rises above the dashboard, and Boboiboy—most everyone, really—finds he cannot look away. A planet of blue and green and brown and white, and somewhere in there, Tok Aba is waiting, eyes probably anxiously searching the sky. At home, the rice cooker is probably going off, there's cocoa in the tin, soup on the stove, and dishes set out on rattan placemats on the table. Boboiboy is practically vibrating in his seat.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Fang with his arms crossed and chin to his chest, his unruly bangs flopping forward, hiding his bowed head.
He almost looks away. Nothing he could say would help, but...
Shuffling closer until he is an arm's length away from Fang, Boboiboy leans against wall of machinery. He doesn't say a word, pretending he is absorbed looking out the window, pretending the cold metal of the console controls isn't digging sharply into his hipbone. He just stays there near Fang, vaguely existing, which is the best way he has to describe it. He would never admit to what he is doing, but he hopes Fang knows what he means by it. He has them. He isn't alone.
Papa Zola had, in his enthusiasm, taken over piloting from Fang. The ship descends roughly. Boboiboy nearly trips. He catches himself on the back of Fang's seat. Fang's hand comes up to squeeze Boboiboy's fingers which are hooked over the top of the seat.
Boboiboy, very carefully, tries not to explode.
"Are you holding your breath?"
"..."
Fang snorts. Boboiboy takes it as a win.
Still, Fang only lets go once they've fully landed and the ship stalled.
Boboiboy is the first one out, to no one's surprise. He runs into Tok Aba's outstretched arms. Nobody notices the question whispered into his ears, or the answering smile.
Around them, is chaos. The best kind.
Eventually, one by one, they leave, until the three of them are all who's left.
And, the sun is setting when Boboiboy turns back, heart in his throat, to find Fang sitting on the lowered ramp, face tilted to face the sky. As he expected.
"Fang," he calls out, "are you coming?"
"No," Fang shakes his head, "...Eggabot needs guarding."
Ochobot cuts in. "The ship has state of the art security." Boboiboy nods, agreeing. "Nothing's going to happen to it here, Earth is pretty safe."
Boboiboy exchanges a glance with his grandfather.
"Well," Tok Aba says, as he busies himself with cleaning, stacking plates and cups, "if you're not planning on coming home with us, whatever am I going to do with all the carrot soup I made?"
Fang shoots Boboiboy a sharp look. And then, Boboiboy blinks, and it's gone.
"Carrot soup, huh?" Fang's voice takes on an audible cheer that sounds only a little faked to Boboiboy. "Wait for me!"
notes: genuinely, it kills me every time how when the team is celebrating saying "yay! we're going home!" when their leave is granted, Fang is the only one not shown, not even once during that entire montage. Like, it definitely has to be a deliberate choice made by the story and animation team😭. plus, the way he hangs back as everyone is welcomed by their families waiting for them, saying he has to guard the ship and eggabot (eggbot?)
well, I tagged BoiFang, but honestly it's more of a pre-slash than an established relationship considering their canon ages in the movie😭.
anyway, I'll probably rework this short at some point into something longer and less wishy-washy, then crosspost it on ao3 lol<3, boifang my beloved🧡🧡🧡
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