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#a story told before
shy-peacock · 3 months
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Have a sneak peek at A Story Told Before's next chapter.
(They are four years old y'all- and a bit bratty XD)
Atitaya was diligent with her foraging, whereas Raya and Namaari mostly played. They helped, for sure, but it was never long into the morning before one of them had gone and made a game of something, causing the other to follow right after. Which, most times, ended with them fighting. Sparring, yes, as was one of their lessons…but also actually fighting.
“Get off!” Namaari huffed, slamming her hand down angrily against the dirt.
Raya smiled ear to ear, refusing to budge. 
“Say please!”
“NO-..MOVE!”
“Say please…”
“Ugh..fine…please!”
Raya shrugged, giving her a wicked grin.
“Nope.”
“ATI!” 
“Raya..”
Their mentor didn’t turn from her work, sitting at the water's edge as she fiddled with the nets here. They had become tangled and she was focused on the knot she had to undo- however, she did raise an eyebrow up as if she were looking at Raya who was sitting on Namaari’s back then. Pinning her down only by sitting on her, refusing to budge after their sparring turned into a loud wrestling match instead. Namaari, as usual, always seemed to wind up losing with Raya sitting on her back to keep her down. Knowing she wasn’t strong enough to push her up and off her, hence the reason Atitaya always had to step in.
“What-..” Raya pouted, “I didn’t do anything..”
“You won’t let me get up!” Namaari shouted back.
“It’s not my fault you’re too weak!”
“It’s not my fault you’re too FAT-”
“I am not-!”
“Tell that to your BUTT-”
Raya gasped, her face scrunching tight in her anger.
“ATI-..SHE CALLED ME-”
“I heard-..” Atitaya sighed, “both of you need to get back to work.”
Raya folded her arms, truly pouting now. But she stood, stepping over Namaari as she stormed away. Namaari got onto her knees and turned to see Raya climbing up one of the trees surrounding them, quick as if it were the simplest thing to do, refusing to stop until she was high up within its branches. Staying there, pouting still, as she ignored the two of them on the ground. 
“Hey, you can’t just sit up there-!” Namaari began, only to be cut short by Atitaya.
“Leave it be, Namaari.” 
“But-!”
“You worry about you, let Raya have a few minutes to calm down.”
“But she-!”
“Namaari..” Atitaya stated, her tone warning, “leave her be.”
Now it was Namaari’s turn to pout, stomping over to her mentor and sitting down at her side. Folding her arms with a huff, practically feeling the heat escape her ears as she stewed in her anger. Even moreso when Ati chuckled under her breath, finding Namaari’s fit cute instead of taking her seriously.
“I don’t know why you two fuss at each other so much..” she chuckled, “like an old married couple or-”
“Gross.” Namaari spat, forcing her face to look as angry as she could possibly make it.
Ati gave her a sideways glance.
“I mean to say, you two are very similar..the same side of the same coin,” she stated, “you shouldn’t fight as much as you do.”
“She started it!” Namaari whined.
“No-..you did!” Raya yelled down, her voice echoing from the trees above.
Before Namaari could say anything back, Atitaya was quickly getting her attention again.
“It’s not about who starts it.” she said, loud enough that Raya could hear, “it matters how you fix it.”
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when my brother was a kid he had a Sword Phase & he used to walk around with a real ass sword & just like sit around holding it & one day a mysterious Jab Hole appeared in the ceiling & nobody could figure out where it came from until my dad noticed my brother laying on the couch watching tv holding this sword up vertically & was like Wait A Minute .
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homunculus-argument · 7 months
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My maternal grandparents weren't perfect people, they made some questionable chocies in raising their children for one, but one thing I will always remember about them is just how much they clearly loved each other. My grandfather was a man of few words, and being the nonstop chatterbox that she was, there really wasn't any other way to get a word in with my grandmother than by interrupting her, but there was one conversation between them that I overheard, that I'm going to remember for the rest of my life.
It was the last christmas I spent with my family. I was sleeping on the couch in the living room because there weren't enough beds for everyone. The door to my grandparents' bedroom was open, and laying awake on the couch, I was eavesdropping on them laying awake and just talking to each other. I can't recall what led them to the subject, but what I can clearly remember was my grandfather saying:
"I remember the first time I decided that it would be you. You were out swimming at the lake with your family, and I remember looking at you and thinking 'that one is mine'. I would still choose you."
They were in their eighties, and had been married for more than 60 years. They had four children and a flock of grandchildren together. Rural finns aren't exactly people of grand romantic gestures, or vocal about expressions of love, and my grandfather was not the kind of a man who would bother with talking much at all - never saying a full sentence if half of one would do. That might easily be the most that that I had ever heard him speak all at once. But those are the words I will always remember.
I would still choose you.
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archonfurina · 9 months
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*Approach Gale.*
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royalarchivist · 1 year
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Mariana and Slime's dynamic is so wacky and unique, but this dramatic exit will forever make me associate them with Team Rocket now. They're ridiculous and I love them.
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pixlokita · 4 months
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I feel like ? I gotta remind people it’s ok to unfollow a blog when it upsets you in any way >> like if I ever do that sure, you can let me know if it was anything I did personally I’d appreciate it but if you just don’t enjoy something it’s ok to unfollow ;w; can’t stress enough how important it is to put your mental health first 👌
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psalmsofpsychosis · 1 month
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not gonna lie homos and homies, there's something incredibly, incredibly depressing about Batmanverse and the concept of Batjokes in particular, and it's not the murder murder stab stab death plots.
It's the collective unmentioned canon agreement around these characters never being able to escape the confinements of their narrative.
they get pushed to the very edges of their predefined thresholds, they toe the lines of their stories, they poke it and probe it and sometimes even flirt with the possibility of crossing the bounds of their narratives, but they never break throught the structure. they never go over the line, always sorta of wiggling in place; batjokes in particular is the most enticing and intriguing stagnant 85+ years story i have ever seen.
There are unspoken rules around who Batman is, what he will and will not do, and those rules are rarely questioned, if ever. No matter what he does, he cannot be in love with a man, and he cannot ever love Joker in particular. He cannot experience mental and emotional peace. he cannot kill and he cannot show sincere emotional vulnurability, he cannot experience his love in an open and unashamed way. His narrative thresholds confine him to a socially sanctioned image that is meant to be familiar and tangible to the average straight dude, and it's quite frankly exhausting to witness. Whatever happens to Batman's story, he never arrives at physical emotional or mental peace and on a foundational level his tale never changes, not really. You can almost feel it when he constantly bumps into this unspoken narrative rules and stops in his tracks, each and every goddamn time, for 85+ years. It's like a keyed up nutcracker toy soldier bumping into a wall, stumble back two steps, bump into the walls, stumble back two steps, bumpt into the wall,
As someone who loves stories that love to question their own narrative points and break through them and do something different, staring at Batmanverse comics for too long at a time lowkey feels heartbreaking, nothing ever truly changes in this bitch.
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Moon 16
Pt 2
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bixels · 4 months
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im gonna be honest sir for the longest time i thought you WERE a beautiful butch lesbian on account of the multitudes of lesbian art and your attire in photos and your lack of pronouns that would suggest otherwise
Sorry to disappoint.
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shy-peacock · 4 months
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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Raya and the Last Dragon (2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Namaari/Raya (Disney), Namaari & Raya (Disney) Characters: Raya (Disney), Namaari (Disney), Boun (Disney), Tong (Disney), Benja (Disney), Virana (Disney), Atitaya (Disney), Sisu (Disney), Little Noi (Disney), Original Characters, The Druun (Disney) Additional Tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst, Drama, Action/Adventure, Memory Loss, Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy
Chapter four updated! <3 
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ninemelodies · 5 months
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this is so so sweet and i love that ruth got to talk about it :’)
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swiftie gift exchange for @catastrxblues
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general-cyno · 7 months
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finished skypeia last night and while I have many thoughts abt it this is my shippy rambles account so. one thing I found Interesting is zoro seemingly recalling this bit of an early on conversation luffy had with the group, as soon as robin tells everyone about the bell
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Meanwhile, as nami reaches luffy she urges them to leave, since eneru is planning on destroying the whole island. When luffy refuses bc of the golden bell, she assumes he's talking about the gold itself but as he explains, it's not about that. It's about what ringing that bell means for mont blanc cricket and his crew back on jaya.
Then in ch 295 we get a full flashback of the conversation recalled above:
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And guess who, even while separated, knew that luffy would insist on ringing the bell and refuse nami's attempt to bring him back bc of the significance it held for luffy to do this, just from what he said back then? Yeah
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wulfhalls · 24 days
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reading atonement. felling like this exactly
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super-paper · 21 days
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afotaro is the elephant's foot of toxic old man yaoi but that's not gonna stop me from memeing on it, y'know, as a coping mechanism.
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burningchandelier · 5 months
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I am Jewish and I survived a shooting by a white supremacist terrorist group.
When it happened, a targeted harassment and character assassination campaign had left me basically friendless. People who I once partied with, worked with, volunteered with, casually knew, and even didn't know had been roped into believing that I was an irredeemable, terrible person who should be exiled from all community events. I was fired on a Jewish holiday.
This was based on an internet rumor. Understandably, talking about this online is incredibly scary for me.
When the shooting happened, I imagined I would finally receive some support. My friends, coworkers, and former allies would see that all the lies about me had been part of a hate campaign, right? The people who I worked with for years and years would remember all the times that I stuck my neck out (sometimes physically) for them and their safety, wouldn't they?
No. They didn't.
I am heartbroken to see that the larger Jewish community is now experiencing what I learned years ago.
The people who accepted my friendship when it was fun, who worked with me when I was helpful, who laughed and danced with me when I could laugh and dance, were not there for me when I was attacked.
The resounding message that I received from my community after the shooting was, "Good. You deserved it."
There was no wake-up call, no moment of understanding, no end to their hatred. At best, I received silence.
More than 400 people actively expressed hate toward me. I filed more than ten restraining orders. Five shots were fired.
12 people supported me when I fled.
One person offered me shelter.
This is what it is like to be a Jew in America.
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