Americans can never talk about japan in a normal way either they go full fetishy orientalist while forgetting japanese includes Real people, or they blatantly forget that the USA is the primary reason why japan sucks so much. Like americans STRONGLY shaped japan's politics and culture by basically threatening them with higher forms of mass destruction multiple times in history like of all people, USA americans shut up. Meji era is on you and so is the bombs.
happy disability pride month to literally all the links who are all autistic as fuck actually. But esp happy disability pride to shadow and blue specifically from me for having behavioral issues and emotional regulation issues that make them more difficult to be around 4ever <333
Robin was working. Verlie was on a "dinner date" in Soho. All the stars had aligned for him, which never fucking happened, so Cass leapt at it and texted Shosh:
[17:35] Hey, no one's home other than me atm if you'd like to come over. No pressure, and don't feel like you have to run just cause I'm texting, it's not like that, just wanted to give you the option.
[17:37] Sorry that was so weird??? I've got wine. Sorry. Let me know. Sorry.
He gnawed on his lip, then scurried down to the cellar to get the wine. He had drunk about half a bottle by the time he felt the wards being disturbed, and practically tripped over himself to run to the door.
Dona squeezed her cousin tight, grinning ear to ear. Every part of the day had been perfect so far, in its imperfection. From her crazy housemates taking it upon themselves to alter each other's dresses the morning of the wedding, needing two potions to counteract the whole bottle of champagne she'd drunk already, and fielding a phone call from Loxley, who was panicking about the type of moss Shosh had asked him to hang from the roof- all of it was messy, and exactly how she wanted it.
She'd made sure to ask both Nate and Lox, one after the other, because if they were together they'd rub their two brain cells together and find some way to protest. As she pulled back from the hug, there was a knock at the door, and Loxley came bundling on through.
He looked sweet, and disheveled, as he usually did. Although she'd been confused when Shosh first brought it up, she really was glad that her maid of honour had insisted that Loxley wear shoes. He looked nice. Put together. But still himself. The sight of him made Dona smile her honey-butter closed-mouth grin, looking from her cousin to her brother, then back again.
"Uh, Harriet said you wanted me to come? I thought it was, like, bad luck to see the bride or something? You look really good, though." Loxley scratched the back of his head.
Dona rolled her eyes, then looked down at her dress, smoothing it out, "Well- thanks. But no, you're not the groom, so... Anyway. I already asked Nate, and he's cool with it, but I want you to walk me down the aisle, and give me away. Both of you."
Loxley was about to protest, and Dona shook her head, looking up at them both. "Please?" She asked, rounding on her brother with the same big, shiny eyes she'd used on Nate. Their kryptonite. "Come on, don't make me beg, it's my wedding! I knew you guys wouldn't say yes if I asked you ages ago. You would've freaked," That didn't seem to do too much to sway them- even Nate was now reconsidering, "I can sic Shosh on you both. And she hasn't eaten for like, six hours. She'll go feral."
Lox and Nate made eye contact, and Dona sighed, turning back to the full-body mirror she'd been getting ready in. "I just..." She looked down at her fingers, and fiddled with her engagement ring, "I just want one thing to be normal. I know you don't like him-"
There was a scoff behind her, some mumblings of protest, but Dona looked up in the mirror to glare at them both. They went quiet as she continued, "I know. But you don't have to like it. You don't get to pick for me. This is our choice- we will do this with or without you- but we want you to be part of it. You're our family."
Loxley wasn't able to hold it any longer. He strolled forward, taking his hands out of his pockets and pulling Dona in for a hug. She smiled, squeezing him tight, then pulled back, "So you'll do it? Both of you?"
"Yeah- sure. Thanks for asking me, Don." Lox smiled, and Dona peeked around him to look at Nate, who waved her off. That was as close to consent as Dona could give.
"Okay! Family time done!" Came Shosh's booming voice from through the door, before she let herself in. The brunette headed straight for the drinks cart, and poured a tray of shots (presumably) for all four of them, "We doing this, or what?"
The shots were passed out, and Shosh raised hers in the air, "To siccing me on you if you fuck this up!" She proposed as a toast, and Dona snorted, raising her glass to Lox with a nod, and Nate with a found smile, before she knocked it back.