In another life
Characters: Seung, Bram, Becca and Stella
Parring: Bella (BeccaxStella)
Story: Afterwards
warnings: afterwards is a post-apocalyptic story! Kind of an angst fic, maybe hurt comfort?
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The sun had started to set and the group needed rest so they set up camp in a good spot safe from the danger that could be lurking in the abandoned city. A small fire was lit to keep the group of four warm and to cook a meal.
"Becca, Its your turn to stand watch. Wake me up for my shift in a couple hours, K?" Seung quietly announced as he started shrugging himself into his sleeping bag.
"Alright." Becca sighed, standing up to walk past her brother and start a round of surveillance around their camp, binoculars in hand, careful not to step too close to the ledge of the building they were on.
As night feel on the group, stella laid quietly in her sleeping bag wide awake. The soft, click-click...click-click, of Bram's tinkering with old age tech felt as loud as a ringing in her ears.
"Put that away and get some rest Bram, youre up after Seung and we move as soon as the sun's up." Becca told him from her spot nearby where she was looking through her binoculars at the area around them.
Stella heard Bram grumble before the ruffle of his sleeping bag signaled his going to sleep. Then again things were silent for a bit longer, yet still Stella couldnt rest her eyes.
Sitting up carefully and glancing past the glow of the fire, stella caught the outline of Becca's figure sitting just over the ledge enough to dangle her legs.
Quietly as to not wake up the other two, Stella stood up and walked over to the other girl. "...Hey, anything out there?" star whispered the question to her friend.
"Nope. Absolutely silent." Becca responded with a huff before patting the spot next to her to single to stella to sit down with her. "Cant sleep?" she asked
"No." Stella mumbled and plopped down next to the other, now dangling her legs off the edge like Becca. "Too much on my mind i guess."
"I hear you there Stell...Been a lot on my mind lately too." Becca spoke with a sad tone as if the thing that was on her mind had a wrap around her heart and was squeezing tight.
"Wanna talk about it?" Stella asked cautiously. Star didnt want to pressure the other but knew sometimes getting things off your chest to someone could really help, and she hurt knowing something was troubling Becca this much.
There was a bit more silence while Becca looked through her binoculars before she broke the silence with her own question. "You ever wonder what things would be like between us if...if the world were different? Like...If we would have met at all if it werent for the world falling apart in the first place? if...if maybe..." She huffed
"No its ball stupid, sorry i brought it up." Becca shook her head.
"Hey, no, its fine!" Stella responded in a bit of a hushed tone, still trying not to wake up the boys. "I think i get what youre saying though. I do kinda wonder what things would be like if maybe we met before the world got so dangerous, if we met in the old world. Y'know?"
Becca nodded, still not meeting Stella's eyes. "Sometimes i think that in another life maybe we met in one of those old shops, bumped into each other and things hit off from there. Maybe i could have met your grandmother or your parents and you could have met mine, and we wouldnt be dodging crawlers or gas with every street we're on."
She chuckled at the thought. "Maybe i could have time to take you somewhere nice."
The words brought heat to Stellas face as well as a little smile. "Yeah...maybe in another life, we could be happy and safe-er-thats not to say im not happy now."
Becca turned and locked eyes with stella. "Youre happy? Even with Seung's snoring?" she teased.
Stella snickered. "Yeah, even with your brother's snoring. Im happy-" heart starting to race, stella hesitantly took becca's hand in stars own. "because im with you. I'd be happy with you in this life, or another."
"Me too, Stell"
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“You see, Tintin, Londoners are a particularly miserable subspecies of Englishman. Subterranean, anti-social, you could kill one with eye contact alone-”
“Captain, now is really not the time.”
It’s 1940. London is getting firebombed by Nazis. For the past few years Tintin and Chang have been out of work, having been outed as a couple by the press. They have spent some time travelling around with an ageing Captain Haddock to foil various fascist plots. Upon hearing about the bombing runs on London they go up to check on Chang’s uncle, who has an antique shop in Limehouse.
More story details under the Read More. Let me know if there’s anything you wish for me to tag, cw for mentions of racism:
Chang’s London cousins have since been evacuated to Kent. While trying to get what remains of Mr Wong’s possessions together they run into one of them, the boisterous Wendy Wong. She ran away from her countryside guardians back to London, revealing to have suffered a lot of racial abuse. Being the bravest of her siblings, she and her siblings planned for her to go back to London to find their dad. She’s distraught at her home’s destruction and feels frustrated and powerless. Her father is less than thrilled, and demands Chang take her back up to Kent.
Tintin is really trying his best to help Mr Wong and get on his good side, knowing full well he doesn’t approve of him and Chang. While searching through rubble Haddock gets talking to some community organisers and learns about locals planning on using the local Underground stations as shelters and agrees to help. One evening he stumbles across a disused service tunnel and overhears some German spies discussing suspicious plans.
Tintin offers to escort Wendy to Kent. A worried Captain Haddock informs Tintin of what he witnessed last night. Wendy overhears and wants to help, wishing to be a hero like Tintin and Chang, and emboldened by a sense of responsibility for her home. Chang, having previously lost family members to war, is sympathetic to her and believes she should be allowed to help. Tintin is reluctant to let Mr Wong down. Haddock feels like he’s herding cats.
TL;DR: Trains! Anti fascism! A story about finding common ground to fight back against nazis.
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Trying to include a werewolf in your story often causes an expectation they will transform for your audience. You have a lot of options for this, but once you've committed to one it's said something about the nature of a werewolf.
Painful transformations can make us feel horrified while watching it, and hope we never endure that kind of agony (AAWIL);
A swift and controlled change can emphasize the power a werewolf has, making this curse more aspiration (Underworld);
Instances where the transformation is very gradual over days leading up to the moon can be fairly tragic due to the loss of autonomy these characters experience (Silver Bullet).
It can be tempting to commit to an aesthetic, however it's essential to ensure the themes of your werewolf story match it. A werewolf who transforms relatively quickly and painlessly isn't going to mesh with a horrific and tragic narrative. They can still work. For instance, the emphasis on how easy it is to let go of their humanity, to indulge, how hard it is to keep the beast at bay. These are themes you can explore in a quick transformation. Perhaps, full moon changes are slow and painful because the human side is fighting their beast trying to tire it out before it gains control. In that we see a more heroic element to the lycanthrope.
Please reblog with your favourite werewolf transformations! Pretty sure my fav. is from Hemlock Grove, just so visceral!
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Finally Free
Summary: Harry is well aware that his shows are a place for people to be themselves, and he's often asked to help them "come out". But tonight he's helping someone special, to both him and YN, which for him makes it that much more amazing!
Warnings: Absolutely none, and please treat people with kindess
"Are you sure Daisy wants to do this? Here? Tonight?"
"That's what she said." YN shrugs. "You do it all the time for people… what are you worried about?"
Harry shrugs, looking over the homemade sign in his hands.
"Dunno. This one's just diff'rent." He states, turning his head to look at his love. "She's your sister, and your parents are about to hear her big news. It's 'lot of pressure!"
"Harry…" YN places her hand gently on his shoulder, rubbing her thumb along his collarbone, something they both know helps to calm his nerves. "She trusts you! That's why she asked to do it this way."
He nods in agreement. He and YN's sister Daisy became friends as soon as he started dating YN, despite being 5 years younger. He has known what Daisy identifies as for a while now, as she felt safe enough to tell the pair first. He's honored that she wants to include them, or at least him, in this important moment. Coming out to their parents is a big step. It's not as if they wouldn't be accepting, but it is still a huge moment and Harry just wants to make sure it goes right. That it's everything Daisy wants it to be.
"Alright." He states, letting out a large exhale in hopes to breathe out his own anxiety over the situation. "I won't let her down."
"I know you won't." YN replies, leaning up and placing a kiss on his cheek. "She knows you won't."
After raising the pink, purple, and blue flag for a fan in the audience, he turns to them once again to offer some encouragement.
"Go out and conquer and enjoy your bi life as hard as you possibly can! Make some noise for Alfie ev'rybody!"
The entire crowd cheers in celebration, which builds up the excitement, but also the nerves, for what he is about to do next.
"Now, I apologize. I know I said that was the last sign, but I do have one more person that has asked me to help them come out, and now is as good a time as any."
"Umm… can I have that, please?" He bends down at the very front of the walkway, reaching his hand out to the crew member he entrusted with this specific piece of bright paper.
He holds his other hand over his eyes, shielding them from the light with his microphone, and walks about until he reaches the very spot where he sees those familiar faces.
"There you are!" He exclaims, a wide grin on his face now, every ounce of anxiety melting away. He holds up the sign, checking that the big screen is capturing the bright colored letters, outline in glitter pen, and shows of the words that read 'HELP ME COME OUT HARRY'.
"This person is a close, personal friend of mine. We've known each other for a good while now, and she asked me to help her t'night. I feel very honored, thank you."
He notices YN wrap her arms around her sister, their parents on the other side of Daisy with seemingly no clue what is about to happen.
"Could I get some… hmm… upbeat sparkly music now?" He asks of the band, knowing his friend will appreciate making this moment just a bit more unique for her. Like he's been telling himself, he wants this to be everything that she wants it to be.
"Ooh, I like that." He approves, slightly swaying his hips from side to side. "Very good."
The crowd laughs, and claps. He assumes it's mostly for his antics, but hopes it raises the anticipation for YN's sister in a positive manner.
"Daisy!" He shouts, watching the other family members immediately shoot their gazes over to her. "We are doing this, are you ready?"
Daisy nods, quickly turning her head to her parents as she waits for Harry to make her declaration.
"Daisy, t'night, wants her wonderful family to know that she is… oh, wait, I need a flag!" He stops, not intending to stall, but finding relief in the comedy it has appeared to create. He places the sign down, and leans over the side, grabbing a rainbow flag being handed to him by a fan. "Thank you very much."
"Alright. Now we're both ready." He chuckles, sending a grin and wink to the girl as she waits. "Now once I raise this flag, Daisy, you are officially out. So, to Daisy's family, and to all the amazing people here in London t'night…"
Harry begins to jog around the stage, flowing to flag up and down, keeping it low and edging the moment for just a few seconds longer.
"Daisy is…" He raises the flag one more time, keeping it at his shoulder. "Coming out as…" He continues, lowering it down to his thigh.
He looks over to the band, signaling for the music to get bigger and louder. Harry suddenly shoots the flag up higher than his head, as far as his arm can reach upward.
"Gay!!"
The entire venue cheers. Fans, staff, and crew alike. But most importantly, as Harry runs to the place he can get the best view of his friend, he sees YN and her parents embracing Daisy in a big, tight, loving, and accepting hug.
Tears start to form in his eyes as he continues to wave the flag above his head.
"Daisy! You did it! You're officially out and I am so proud of you!" He shouts, hoping the shakiness in his voice didn't prevent the words to fully be heard and understood. "I hope I did this moment justice for you! Ev'rybody, give it up one more time for Alfie, and Daisy, and for anyone else who has been brave enough to share who they truly are with those they love. You are free!"
Harry focuses his gaze on YN, Daisy, and their family, watching all the love being shared between them.
"You are finally free!"
This blog is a safe space. I celebrate all of you who have been able to come out and share who you truly are with the world. I stand by with all of you whom have yet to do so, no matter the reason. I am proud of every single one of you! Happy Pride Month to all!
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