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#The Sparrows
bowieandqueen11 · 2 years
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Really appreciate that the trailer was just two minutes of questionable fashion, terrible dancing, and the umbrella academy bullying both each other and the sparrows
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rocks-in-my-vodka · 2 years
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“my child is fine.” sir your child just shot his uncle dead with a crossbow
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bisexuallilapitts · 2 years
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Better versions of the IGN images (rb with more and link)
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fire-gift · 2 years
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sick my chemical romance reference in the new sneak peek of season 3 of the umbrella academy!
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elyonholic · 2 years
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— Team Sparrow ┊ TUA S03 Teaser
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eb-is-hot · 2 years
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oh i have a request plz! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა, sparrow ! Ben hargreeves dating a fem affectionate s/o who's shy in the outside but very extroverted with her loved ones and has a cute Corgi who loves Ben ? Thank you! Have a nice day or night! ㅤᵕ̈
A/n: yup! ok i love corgi’s :) ok ok im doing this <3 ima put it into HC’s tho
Warnings: None.
Ben would have never dreamed of getting a girl like you.
He fell for you when he finally broke you open and you became extremely extraverted around him.
He loves the fact you take your Corgi everywhere
Oh my gosh he is always holding the corgi.
He is very protective of you.
You are a very happy and outgoing person around him. He wants to protect that.
he’s always soft around you but he hates it
He makes sure you are safe in his room when he fights The Umbrellas.
You of course helped him bandage his wounds.
And he cuddled you.
He will and wont ever let his siblings know.
You helped him when he was grieving the loss of some of his siblings.
Ugh he just loves you and your dog so much.
said ’i love you’ first.
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harehearts · 11 months
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Hello! It's Waya — 21 - he/they - autistic lesbian writing autistic lesbians ... and werewolves.
I tend to write exclusively troublesome and bastard-ly women who are, more often than not, drug addicts... maybe. I don't know, that's not my business or yours, is it?
My stories aren't bound by any genre but literary fiction is my primary focus.
Outside of writing, I dabble in art with a focus on drawing canines.
I also speedrun video games when I can, decent runs in TLOU 2 and Little Nightmares 2 are my main goals at the moment.
While I'm always working on new ideas and writing for new stories, most of my works are alternate universes to my main story, The Sparrows, which revolve around the same cast of characters—primarily Benji Russells & Vivian Hart.
THE SPARROWS (Serial) — ; A petty thief for hire, Benji Russells, is recruited by a team of thieves to right the wrongs of the corrupt and powerful.
WHERE THE WILDFLOWERS GROW (Novel, Werewolf, AU) — ; When Vivian Hart and Benji Russells are sent out on a job, it's the catalyst for a run-in with a cult and a race for their lives across the Arctic.
A SPARROW'S GHOST (Novel) — ; On the run from a cult in a post apocalyptic setting, Quentin meets a child running from his past, too, and together (reluctantly) they face the worst unknown: moving forward.
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I'M FINALLY WINNING AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE
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fandoms-or-life · 1 year
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The sparrows were so real for keeping Reggie drugged
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lost-in-letters · 2 years
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The only thing I can relate to with the Umbrella Academy kids are the utter disappointment their father sees them as like yes my mother wouldve probably changed the timeline and had a new kid if she had seen this is what she ended up with. Anyone wanna be my sugar parent so my broke ass can go for therapy, just joking or not.
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sunnyyyyyyyynnus · 2 years
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We're still in episode 1 and so far we've got:
. A literal dance off happening in Diego's mind
. Ben is a total dickhead
. Grace worshipping a giant energy ball
. Marcus being sucked into said giant energy ball
. A dog disintegrating into thin air
. Vanya insulting Marcus in a diner which was just 👏👏👏
. I'm pretty sure that old guy on the bus was Harlan
. Lila looking dressed to kill
. And Diego now has a 12 year old son
. Five actually got to relax
. And there is no way you're telling me Five is 13
. Delores as a human wtf
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rocks-in-my-vodka · 2 years
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ok but diego actually did change his haircut after being roasted by the sparrows
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bisexuallilapitts · 2 years
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The Umbrella Academy / The Sparow Academy
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magdoodly-doodles · 4 months
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Finally drew Chad's girlfriend (it's complicated) Leena!
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elyonholic · 2 years
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— The Umbrella Academy ┊ S3 Tagline 
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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years
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Pathetic / Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves Imagine
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Request: May I request a Sparrow Ben x gn reader enemies to lovers???👉👈
Yes my love, yes you may ahhh I am SO excited for tomorrow!!! <3 
Also I hope you don’t mind, I feel like an enemies to lovers story deserves multiple chapters so I’m going to start with this one and then if people enjoy it I’ll write another! So please let me know if you like this! :)
I also played around with a lot of imagery in this bit so bonus points if you tell me you spot some lmao
(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @inej-ghafa.)
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Ben Hargreeves was many things. 
Unpredictable. Distant. Cold. Unforgiving. 
But in love, he was not.
That’s what he kept repeating to himself as he marched down the streets, sneakers pounding over the cracks harshly enough to add a couple more. The training session today had been particularly harsh, and as he runs a hand through the strands of his hair to push it back he can’t get the image of Jayme knocking him flat on his ass out of his mind. Or the sounds of Alphonso doubling over in laughter, and the mocking scold of his father reminding him that he can always move him down the ladder to become Number Seven if he keeps this level of incompetence up.
‘Distracted!’ He scrunches his eyes up, trying to stop his heart from lunging out of his throat as the words of his father echo in his chest. ‘You are distracted - pathetic! You’re going to get all your siblings killed if you don’t shape up, Number Two.’
Distracted? He wasn’t... he would never be... nothing was distracting.... He huffed out breath into the wind, blazing enough even to rival even the scorch of an ancient cave-hid dragon. No, you weren’t distracting him, even if he was nearly jogging down the side streets of New York to find you. Even if your voice rang in the back of his mind as he tried to fall asleep at night, keeping him awake with some kind of ruination that left every cell in his body feel smouldering with some kind of want. Even as he woke in a sweat, body drenched and sheets crumpled around his naked torso. He would gaze out towards the sliver of moonlight that bathed the top half of his bed in a crystallised halo and wish that you would stop haunting him. That you would just leave. Him.  Alone.
No, not distracted. Not in love. Pathetic. His father was right, that’s what he is. Pathetic.
Yet that feeling, that hope endured within him. That longing wrong that he hoped would bring him out of this immortal death and back within himself.
At first he didn’t hear the twinkle of the bell as he entered the bookshop, too busy straightening his blazer and trying to make himself look presentable again. The place was cool against his scorching skin, the mellow floorboards creaking under his weight as he left the shadowing stars and entered the blinding brightness. His mind didn’t even realise his feet were guiding on some twisted, warped, bound red string path towards you. The lost man being guided away from the horrors the dark held and back towards the light, if only he could be brave enough to swallow his fears and allow himself to be truly seen by the one person who had managed to break through and clutch the barbed edges of his heart.
He wandered past the rows of dusty shelves that lined the left edge of the store, overlooking the arched mullioned windows that threw rainbow rays of light across his face. He brushed down the edges of his jumper, pulling off a thread from the ribbed hem as he stepped further into salvation, mulling his way past stocked piles of tables littered with today’s best sellers. He drew his hands together and held them together in front of his abdomen as he approached the back of the store, wondering what this constricting feeling in his chest was. He stopped in front of you, clenching his jaw and trying to figure out why even the dim outline of your face was enough to make him feel so nervous. So weak. 
Pathetic.
He coughed. An awkward sound - unsure, but like all his actions, with its usual ingrained forcefulness nonetheless.
‘So, Y/n. Have you found any new ways to bore people to death today? The book you’re reading certainly looks like it could do it. Would be a better way to go than having to talk to you.’
You coolly looked up above the edge of your book to be met, yet another day, with the haughty grin of Ben Hargreeves. You only sigh in return, wishing that your manager would stop leaving the new sets of wobbly neon pencils that would sit collecting dust on the shelves for years on the book shop’s counter. Mainly due to the fact that Ben was toying with one in his left hand, tightening it enough to snap in his fist as soon as you began to talk.
‘You know, for someone who swears they hate my guts, you do come around here an awful lot Number Two.’
The pencil shattered at that, shards of graphite flying across the desk and unceremoniously dusting your uniform; you only dust it off and go back to ignoring the near snarling man in front of you.
‘Don’t call me that’,
‘Awww, Benny Boy, did I touch a nerve?’, you push out your lower lip and reach across the till to try and pinch his cheeks, but he hastily slaps your hands away. They seem to shake as he lowers them down to his sides, his face burning a bright peach as he seems to tremble on the spot. Yet he’s confused... his breathing has quickened, stomach feeling sick in his usual fight response, and yet, Ben Hargreeves isn’t angry. He doesn’t understand it at all, and he doesn’t like it, not comprehending what this feeling could if it isn’t either pride or disgust.
‘Not a nerve’, he starts, trying to calm himself down. ‘And I don’t hate your guts as you so eloquently put it. You just confuse me, is all.’
‘Yeah... you confuse me too, but at least I have a reason for it! You come in here all the time when you’re a kid and then suddenly one day it’s just POOF! No more Ben, no more of my best friend, and then a month ago you just start rolling in here once a day to back talk me.’
You slam your book down and make to move out from the side of the desk and into the wilds of the store. The heart-break is evident in your eyes, and even Ben finds his scowl falling into a more stricken frown at the sight. This isn’t what he had wanted. He truly thought that if he talked to you in the way he had been taught to, the same way he competed with his siblings, that you would eventually fall into the intrinsic rhythm he had been hoping to find. 
To be honest, he had no other idea what to do as you began to move past him, except to stutter over his words. You watched him wince at that, shaking his head at being so uncharacteristically weak and uncollected in public. If anyone else in the scuttering store had seen him - had recognised his uniform and rumour managed to spread back to the Academy, his father would scold him for a month straight. 
He bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood, but said no words. Made no movement, except to lower the hand he had desperately raised to try and grab your wrist back down to his side.
‘You have no right to be confused by me Ben Hargreeves, because you sure as heck don’t know me any more. And I sure as hell don’t know you.’ You turned your back and walked away, praying to anything you could think of that Ben wouldn’t be able to see the tremor in your shoulders and the uncertainty in your step.
He stood there. He made no movement. He couldn’t. Despite how nonchalantly he tried to straighten his lips and how firmly he tried to squint his eyes after you as he stood there alone, his heart was melting away and down through the soles of his shoes like the last whisper of a lover’s prayer. It leeched onto the unstained floor in its despairing attempt to follow you. 
Yet it failed, as his harrowing, ruined heart always did.
And now he was alone, with no hope of redemption. Pathetic. He was pathetic, and this misery was what he deserved.
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