#watch the pain your gran kid

[kittyt-hexxed]

Hiiii! I’ve been hesitant to ask because I’m not sure if you’re in this fandom, but could you do a fic for Suki from ATLA? Definitely older cause she’s like sixteen in the series, but one where Reader is Katara/Sokka’s older sister and she instantly falls for Suki. (Reader has a thing for women who can knock her out) Have her be a secret water bender (ya know, cause Katara) and like Suki catches her bending. Reader begs her not to tell and Suki is like “only if you let me train you.”

Maybe a smut scene after practice, it’s totally up to you! But I would love it if you wrote this, I love your Arcane work! Oh! And Reader has loooong curly hair like past her butt! Thank you!

Can You Keep a Secret?

Suki x Fem!POC!Reader

Author Note: You don’t understand the excitement I felt seeing an ATLA request! Writing this helped my writer’s block, too, so thank you for that! I am in both fandoms ATLA and TLOK! I have also read the Kyoshi novels for future reference ;)

Warnings: ATLA Spoilers (Season 1, Episode 4), Young & Dumb Sokka, Older Suki, Waterbender!Reader, Accidental flashing, Cute Flirting, Teasing, Playful Training, Suki kicks your ass and you’re into it, First Time, Hickeys, Fingering, Praise/Compliments

Summary: You tried your best to hide your bending, but Suki managed to find out within a few hours. You beg her to keep the secret and she agrees… only if you let her train you.

Your head was spinning from the events that happened within the last few days. Not only did your little sister find the Avatar, but you nearly got a face full of fire! It didn’t help that you were hiding your bending ability. You wanted to drown that stupid kid for attacking your family. He was lucky that Aang came in when he did, or you would have sunk him under the ice. Then there was the heartbreaking revelation at the Air Temple… so, it’s actually relieving to you that Aang wanted to go on a little break. You were also really enjoying traveling by Bison. You really enjoyed feeling the wind in your hair. It also helped that if you found the right spot, you couldn’t hear them talking over the loudness of the wind. It was your favorite place to take a nap until you shifted over.

“Stop bugging her, airhead.” This is the first thing you hear as you tune back into the conversation, causing you to open your eyes, “You need to give girls space when they’re doing their sewing.” You raise an eyebrow at that. ‘Where did he get that from?’

“What does me being a girl have to do with sewing?” Katara asks.

“Yeah, little bro.” Sokka jolts as he realizes you’re awake and listening, “What does being a girl have to do with that?” He’s silent for a moment as he tries to figure out the words to say.

“Simple. Girls are better at fixing pants than guys, and guys are better at hunting and fighting and stuff like that.” He shrugs, “It’s just the natural order of things.” Your eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of their head as you look at your brother in disbelief.

“Really?” You say coldly, “I guess I should stop hunting then since I’m so horrible at it.”

“I’m all done with your pants and look what a great job I did!” Katara says too sweetly, tossing his pants at him. They hit him in the face and he panics, realizing that there’s still a hole in them. He looks to you for help, but you close your eyes and pretend to go back to sleep. What he said concerned you. Where did he get those ideas from when you were the main caretaker of the family? You hunted, gathered firewood, and took care of everyone. That’s why you were so reluctant to leave in the first place. Your people needed you, but Gran Gran was persuasive.

By the time you landed, you wanted nothing to do with the group. Sokka and Katara had been bickering nearly the whole time while Aang kept trying to get your sister’s attention. You found it funny at first, watching this kid try to impress your sister while not knowing how to interact with her. You were silently cheering him on but it was painful.

“I’m going to go over there. Spirits know I need a moment to myself.” You point off to the side where there is a bit more of a private area, “Don’t do anything stupid.” You pointedly look at Sokka.

“Why are you looking at me?!” Sokka protests, “You should be saying that to Katara! She’s already done stupid things!”

“Oh, really?” Katara scoffs, “Like what?” You watch them bicker for a moment before shaking your head. ‘They wonder why I’m always hunting.’

“Don’t you want to see the Elephant Koi?” Aang asks you.

“No, I’m good. I’ll check them out later since we’re camping here.” You give him a reassuring smile. You glance at the two behind him who are still arguing and roll your eyes. There wasn’t a moment where your siblings weren’t at each other’s throats. It got tiring trying to be the mediator so you stopped. You just let them hash it out. You walk away from the group, looking forward to getting a little bit of alone time.

Now in a private place, you pull off your coat and strip down to your undergarments. You would have invited Katara along but between Aang wanting to impress her and your social flame going low, you chose against it. ‘Some peace.’ You smile to yourself. You find a place to sit in the sand and get comfortable. The sand was warm, already heated up from the sun, and felt wonderful on your skin. You sigh in contentment, laying back to enjoy the area's warmth. If you were back home, you would’ve been bundled up to avoid the cold. It didn’t bother you much, but it got frustrating sometimes. Having a chance to show some skin and not have the possibility of freezing to death is wonderful. You were excited to travel the world, even if you’d miss Gran Gran back at home.

You were probably lying down for a total of five minutes before you heard screaming. Your eyes snap open and you jump up from the sand. You’re sprinting back to the group before your mind can even process it. You gasp in shock seeing a giant sea serpent chasing Aang across the water. Your fingers flex, itching to jump into the water and help him as you get to the bank with your siblings. It wasn’t necessary though as Aang comes flying out of the water and collides with Sokka. You flinch as they get thrown back into the trees.

“Sokka! Aang!” You shout, running to them with Katara. You give Sokka a concerned look seeing him slumped against a tree while Aang looked fine.

“What was that thing?” Katara questions.

“I don’t know.” Aang responds, putting his clothes on.

“It might have been a sea serpent of some kind.” You put a hand on your hip, “Dad used to warn me that some hung out in the water near the ice floes. That’s why we didn’t go there for my initiation.” They all look at you as if they just realized you were there before shouting and turning around. You blink in confusion.

“Y-Y-Y/N!” Katara shouts, her face an impressive shade of pink, “Where are your clothes?!”

“I heard screaming. There wasn’t time to put clothes on if something was wrong.” You deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest, “I’ll go get them now that I know you’re all okay.”

“Great! Then we can leave!” Sokka says, not turning back, “I am not sticking around to find out what that creature actually is.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave him off, turning around and heading back to where you left your clothes, “I’ll help you get ready to go once I’m dressed.” You leave them by the trees. ‘There is a lot Katara and Sokka haven’t been exposed to.’ You frown. ‘Our age differences have affected them a lot more than I would have liked. I was thirteen when we lost mom. I had more than enough time with her to learn about waterbending or go adventuring with Dad. They’ve been sheltered for far too long.’

You find the area where you left your clothes and pull your tights back on. You exhale, sad that your moment of peace has gone just as fast as it arrived. You bend down to put up your tunic, straightening up to dust the sand off and the next thing you know a figure drops down in front of you. Your feet are swept out from under you before you can react, and the person grabs you by your chest wrappings as you fall. You’re yanked forward by them, but you feel them come undone as they’re not as secure as they should have been. The gang's haste to get into the air the other day didn’t give you the time you needed to do a warrior wrap. The person in front of you gasps as the wraps fall away, suddenly spinning you around and blinding you. You let out a yelp as your chest is exposed to the air, but your tunic is on shortly after. Ropes are tied around your upper body, pinning your arms to your sides. They pick up your body, drape you over their shoulder, and start running. ‘That happened way too fast.’ You think, dazed. That couldn’t have been more than a minute. You don’t even have the words to say, honestly. You were surprised. Very surprised. Who could move like that?! The only time you moved that fast was while ice skating! Were there people who could move that fast normally? Aang didn’t count because he’s the Avatar. Who knows the extent of his abilities.

You weren’t sure how long it took, but your body was tied to something after a while. From the sounds of it, the others were right next to you so at least you don’t have to worry about that. You shift your body, trying to figure out how exactly you’re tied up. You practically jump out of your skin when you hear someone talking.

“You four have some explaining to do.” A man’s voice sounds.

“And if you don’t answer all of our questions, we’re throwing you back into the water with the Unagi.” A woman says after him.

“Show yourselves, cowards!” Comes from your idiot brother somewhere to your left.

“Oh sure, Sokka. Call the people who tied us up” the blindfold is removed from your eyes, “cowards.” You hiss, then go silent as you see a group of girls standing in front of you. The man you heard was with him, but he was the only one.

“Who are you? Where are the men who ambushed us?” Sokka demands.

“There were no men.” The woman in front scoffs, seemingly irritated by that question, “We ambushed you. Now tell us - who are you, and what are you doing here?”

“We-” You try to speak but Sokka speaks over you.

“Wait a second, there’s no way a bunch of girls took us down.” You can hear the amusement in his voice and it makes you want to smack him. How many times do you have to yell at him for him to understand that it’s not just the men in your tribe who do things? Besides, the woman was clearly agitated, and saying that would only make it worse.

“Sokka, you’ve got to be kidding me.” You sigh.

“Bunch of girls, huh?” The woman grabs Sokka by his coat and leans in threateningly, “The unagi is going to eat well tonight.”

“Please ignore my dumbass brother!” You shout, getting her attention, “He does NOT speak for the rest of us!” You glare at him.

“Then, I’m sure you can answer my questions. Since you seem to be the oldest here.” She stands in front of you and you meet her dark blue eyes, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Her voice was lowered and it was spoken in more of a threatening manner than before.

“We’re from the Southern Water Tribe. We were just passing through and wanted to relax before continuing.” You swallow, feeling intimidated, “That’s all, I promise.”

“It’s my fault.” Aang speaks up, from somewhere past your brother, “I’m sorry we came here. I wanted to ride the Elephant Koi.”

“How do we know you’re not Fire Nation spies?” The man hisses accusingly, “Kiyoshi stayed out of the war so far and we intend to keep it that way.” That makes you scoff in anger. How dare he accuse you of being a spy for that wretched nation! As if you’d want anything to do with the people who destroyed your family!

“This island is named for Kiyoshi?” Aang sounds oddly happy about that, “I know Kiyoshi!”

“How could you possibly know her? Avatar Kiyoshi was born here four hundred years ago. She’s been dead for centuries!”

“I know her because I’m the Avatar.” Aang says making your jaw drop. ‘He did not just say that out loud! Why would he tell people that after I told him to keep it a secret?!’ You panic. ‘If these idiots would have let me handle this, I could have gotten us out by now! But, no, don’t let the adult handle this!’

“That’s impossible! The last Avatar was an airbender who disappeared one hundred years ago.” The woman shakes her head as you drop yours in exasperation.

“That’s me!” You can practically hear Aang’s grin. You were going to strangle this kid the moment your hands were free. Avatar or not!

“Throw the impostor to the unagi!” The man commands. ‘So, he’s likely the chief.’ The women snap out metal fans and move closer to surround your group. Your eyes widen and you internally curse that your hands are bound. There was nothing you could do to help your situation.

“Aang, if you’re going to claim that you’re the Avatar you need to prove it!” You tell him, not liking the sight of those fans, “Do some air bending!” There’s a gust of air and you hear the people gasping in awe. Whispers fill the air as Aang floats down and you feel relieved as you hear the Chief say that he believed him. They threw a feast in honor of Aang’s arrival and you were shocked to see so much food on the table. You were hesitant at first, but Aang insisted so you ate until you were satisfied. The Chief and the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors joined your group. Thankfully, Sokka was too engrossed in stuffing himself with food to notice the warrior sitting with you. If he had, you were sure dinner wouldn’t have been as pleasant as it was.

“Hello.” The woman greets you as she takes the seat to your left.

“Hello.” You greet her politely.

“I wanted to apologize and introduce myself to you.” She brushes her hair behind her ear, “I’m Suki, the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. I’m sorry we ambushed you like that. While we live away from the mainlands, people have been begging us to join the war. It’s been going on since before I was a little girl. We’ve been very careful with newcomers.”

“That’s alright. I understand that. My village was raided by the Fire Nation when I was a teenager. After that, the men in the village refused to let anyone who wasn’t from the neighboring villages in.” You reassure her, “You were only protecting your home. I can’t blame you for that when I would do the same. It’s admirable.”

“That’s a relief. Thank you… but um… that’s not all I wanted to apologize for.” Suki rubs the back of her neck, lowering her voice, “I was the one who jumped you on the shoreline. You looked to be around my age, so I wasn’t sure what training you might have had.” Her words sink in and you begin to feel mortified.

“I saw your chest and I wanted to let you know that wasn’t my intention.” She whispers, and you think you see her face turning pink, “I’m very sorry for that.”

“I-It’s okay.” You frantically wave your hands, “I’m not upset about it at all. At least you had the decency to cover me.”

“O-Of course! I wouldn’t do that to another woman!” Now she’s waving her hands frantically, “Not unless they wanted me to, but that’s not- I’m going to stop talking now.” She facepalms, making you laugh at the absurdity of the conversation.

The mess that was your first conversation didn’t do anything to ruin the rest of them. You found yourself talking to Suki the most as you were sitting next to each other. She listened intently as you talked about your life at home and what you did for fun. Unfortunately, you had to leave out anything that involved waterbending. Katara was the one who talked to Suki about that one. But, you learned about Suki’s life on the island and how it was her dream to become a Kyoshi Warrior. You congratulated her on becoming the leader and she made a soft comment that had you raising an eyebrow, “It’s rewarding to train pretty women like you.”

You weren’t new to flirting. You were lucky enough to interact with people outside of your tribe before your dad left. It’s just been a while since you’ve had a chance. So, you fell into it. You flirted with her, and she seemed to be into it. You couldn’t believe your luck. You’ve been gone from home for such a short time and here was an attractive woman hitting on you! The end of dinner made you a little sad, but you had the itch for some more alone time, so you asked one of the islanders where you could find a quiet cove or something close to it. They directed you to one on the other side of the island that’s past the training building for the Kyoshi Warriors.

It was a good distance to walk, but that meant you wouldn’t be bothered by anyone either. With your siblings and Aang preoccupied, you took the chance to sneak away. It felt like the perfect opportunity to get some waterbending practice in. You let out a slow breath, moving through the meditative poses your mother taught you as a child. It helped not only to relax your body but your mind when it got too unfocused. And, it was definitely too unfocused. There was something about Suki that got into your brain. You couldn’t stop thinking about her. Knowing that she was the one who took you down earlier made you flustered. You’ve never come into contact with anyone who can do something like that.

So, once your body is focused, you let your awareness spread to the rolling waves in front of you. You smile to yourself as you lift the water and bring it towards you. It whirls around your body, the soft whooshing sound of the water bringing you peace of mind.

“Okay, mom.” You exhale, widening your stance slightly, “Guide me through the exercise.” You move through the waterbending techniques your mother taught you, steadily going faster and getting harsher with each re-run of the sequence. Your muscles are used to the movement, due to training over and over again. At some point, you’d have to break the news to Katara. She’d be pissed with you for keeping this a secret, but she wasn’t ready. You couldn’t teach her something that could kill someone if she couldn’t control her anger. You will never forget the day you nearly speared your father with an icicle during an argument.

“You didn’t tell me you were a bender.” A voice comes from behind you, making you shriek. You whirl around, the water following as you whip it at whoever snuck up on you.

“Ouch!” The person yelps, clutching their side and you realize that it’s Suki.

“Oh, Spirits! I’m so sorry!” You gasp as she looks at you with an impressed look, “Are you okay?!”

“It’s okay!” Suki giggles, rubbing her side as she moves closer to you, “I guess we’re even after what happened earlier today.”

“I guess we are.” You chuckle, “Are you sure you don’t want me to check?”

“Well… I’d have to remove everything so…”

“Oh.” You blink, “Then, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Anyway, that was some impressive bending. How come you didn’t bring it up when Katara was talking about it?”

“My brother and sister don’t know. Our mom trained me in secret in case my siblings couldn’t bend. I haven’t told Katara for various reasons.” You sigh, running a hand over your hair. It was the one conversation you were dreading.

“Hmm, is the reason because you’re so good at it?” She says flirtatiously, “If you had fought me with it this morning, I might have been the one retrained.”

“I doubt it.” You flirt back, “I could just freeze you in place.” You demonstrate by sneakily freezing her feet to the ground. She gasps, tugging on her ankles to try and get them unstuck.

“Then you wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere.” You giggle, giving her a playful shove. Suki laughs as she pinwheels, unable to fall.

“You’re interesting, you know that?” She grins, watching as you melt the ice and pull the water back to you.

“Says the woman who took me down in seconds.” You chuckle, “I have never been so confused in my life.” She could take you down that fast and had the strength to lift your body. You found that kind of attractive.

“Will you show me your bending?” Suki questions, leaning forward on her tiptoes, “I haven’t seen waterbending like yours up close before.”

“Only if you keep it a secret.” You get a raised eyebrow in return, “Please, Suki. I can’t have them finding out right now.” You give her a pleading look. She makes a face like she’s contemplating what you said. You bite your lip, wondering if she’d tell them about your secret. She didn’t seem like that kind of person, but you only just met her. She tied you up and planned on murdering you without a second thought, too. It was to protect her people but…

“I’ll keep it a secret.” Suki agrees, a teasing smile on her lips, “But, you have to let me train you. You’ll need to know how to protect yourself.”

“Deal!” You hurriedly agree. That earns you a big grin from Suki and you spend the last of your daylight waterbending for her. She seemed dazzled by what you were doing. She asked you questions and even attempted to do the moves with you. For the first time in forever, you didn’t feel alone while practicing. She made you laugh and even tried to surprise attack you! You managed to hit her away, but you suspected she made it easy for you.

Once the final dredges of sunlight were about to disappear, Suki took your hand and guided you through the woods. She said you could use the actual training building because you’d be the only ones there. With the arrival of Aang, she had given the others the evening off. But, it will be right back to work tomorrow morning.

“This is where you practice?” You gasp. The building was very simple on the inside with a large open space. There were some weapons hanging on the wall and two doors at the back of the building.

“Yup. From sunrise to sunset.” Suki turns to you, putting her hands on her hips, “Now you’ll get the chance to see how we train.”

“So, why did you want to train me?” You question, letting her pull your hair out of its ponytail. You shake it out and blush at the awed look Suki gives you. Your hair was very long. You took great care of it since there wasn’t much to do in your free time.

“If you’re going to keep pretending you’re not a waterbender, you still need to be able to protect yourself.” She retrieves a box and has you kneel before her, “So, I’m going to walk you through our traditions.”

Suki takes the time to get you dressed into the robes the Kiyoshi Warriors wear. You’re almost surprised at how heavy the robes are on your body. If they wore this and managed to move that quickly, they must be inhuman or something! It interested you, and you found the way Suki talked so proudly about it to be cute. You listened to her closely, letting her put the makeup on you as she explained the history behind it. Once that was done, it was time for practice.

“We’re going to move through some motions, so spread your feet apart like this and bring your elbows into your body.” Suki demonstrates. You mimic her and she stares at you intensely as you do. A few seconds pass before she walks over to you.

“You want to come down a bit farther.” She puts her hands on your hips and pulls your body down some more. You feel your breath catch in your throat as she manipulates your body. Although you had no skin exposed, you could feel her touch lingering on your skin. It felt like the air was heating up between you two. She watched your body movements, using her own hands to support you or correct your form. You stopped breathing when her hands moved up your body, feeling dizzy in a different way. Your gazes lingered, and you watched her lips move as she talked.

“You’re doing a great job!” Suki compliments you, “You’re a natural at this!”

“Thank you.” You feel fluttery hearing her say that, “It might just be because I have a great teacher.”

“A great teacher is only made by a great student.” She winks at you, making you giggle.

“Can you show me your moves in action?” You tilt your head, “Slowly, at least. I’d like to be able to see it this time.”

“Okay, get in position across from me.” Suki motions with her hand, and you do as she says. You lock eyes, getting lost in her gaze. A moment passes and then Suki becomes a blur. You gasp in alarm, feeling her grab your arm out of nowhere. You’re yanked forward and you feel your body flip through the air. You let out a grunt of pain as your back hits the floor and Suki pins you to the ground. Your jaw drops as she smirks down at you.

“Was that slow enough?” She asks teasingly.

“Yeah…” You breathe out, feeling an unknown emotion settle in your chest.

“That’s it for tonight, then.” The smirk doesn’t leave her face as she helps you up, “Let’s get you out of that. We’ll take the makeup off first.” You nod wordlessly, still in awe. The two of you head into the changing room where the shelves are filled with extra uniforms. There’s a basin of water there that’s used to remove the makeup, but you feel a little spontaneous.

“Let me remove the makeup for you.” You pull water from the basin and let it stick to your palms, “It’ll be faster this way.”

“Okay.” Suki smiles and sits down, patting the spot on the bench next to her. You get close to her, Suki’s hand on your thigh to steady herself as she lets you carefully run your hands over her face. Little by little, the makeup comes off to reveal her features and you’re taken by her beauty.

“You’re staring.” She whispers.

“Sorry.” You go to back away, but she grabs your wrist.

“I’m okay with staring… but I’d prefer to kiss you instead.” You make a noise in the back of your throat, surprised by her statement.

“If I read this whole evening wrong, you’re more than welcome to tell me no.” She continues, “But if I haven’t… I’d like to kiss you.”

“You haven’t.” You whisper, closing your eyes to remove the makeup from your face. Once you do, you send the water down the little drain next to the basin, “I’d like to kiss you, too.”

Suki didn’t waste a second. Her lips were on yours, soft and sweet from the berry juice in the lip paint. Your heartbeat picks up as she guides you onto her lap, and you rest your hands on her chest. She wasn’t your first kiss, but she’s the first kiss where it was good. Suki knew how to kiss and it showed. The way her tongue found its way into your mouth, not too much to send you running or she’d take a moment to suck on your bottom lip and make you impatient.

“Can I touch you?” Suki asks sweetly, “Have you been touched before?”

“Ah, no, I-I haven’t.” That question wasn’t one you were expecting at all. That made you a little nervous. You haven’t even touched yourself before. How would you know what to do or-

“Hey, don’t worry. We don’t have to do anything.” She brushes your hair behind your ear, “I was just asking.”

“I’d like to… I’ve just- I don’t-”

“You don’t need to do anything.” She giggles, “Let me do it for you.”

“Okay.” You agree.

“Let’s get you undressed then.” Suki waits for you to stand before instructing you to turn around. Piece by piece, she helped you out of the warrior’s uniform while leaving kisses on your neck. Your body felt warm, your heart was racing, and you were slowly getting excited for what was to come. When your robes were off, you helped Suki even though she didn’t need it. Taking your cues from her, you did the same thing and kissed her neck, giving in to the urge to leave little bites as well. You were doing something right by the way you’d hear soft gasps leave her lips. The moment the last piece of her robes were off, she backed you into the wall and hicked your leg up to her hip.

“Kiss me.” You demand, making her chuckle.

“Eager.” She grins before kissing you again. This time you were more intense with this kiss. You weren’t sure why but only that it felt right to be. You could feel her fingers playing at the edge of your underwear and it sends shivers up your spine. Her fingers move across and down, over your covered clit to press against that spot between your legs. You gasp against her lips, wrapping your arms around her to bring her closer to you. She rubs her fingers down there for a bit, continuing to kiss you as you struggle to hold in your moans. Your body is trembling at this point, eager for more stimulation from the gorgeous warrior pinning you to the wall.

“Do you still want me to put my fingers in?” Suki asks after backing from the kiss.

“Yes…” You breathe out. You hold each other’s gaze as you feel her move the cloth aside. Her eyes sparkle in the light, such a deep blue you could always get lost in them. You gasp as one of her fingers slips into you, whimpering as she touches you in a way no one has. It’s all you can focus on. The feel of her touching you so deeply in a place that sent your body tingling with pleasure.

“Suki.” You moan out her name, tilting your head back.

“You’re so beautiful, you know.” She kisses your exposed neck, “It’s a shame you’ve never felt pleasure like this before.”

“You’re the first.” You mutter, not able to speak any louder.

“I’m honored.” She hums, putting another finger in and stretching you out, “You have such a cute pussy. I’m enjoying letting you experience this.” You groan, the soft burning from the stretching not doing anything to distract you from the pleasure. Only a few hours ago, she had tied you up and now she was in an intimate position with you. Who would have thought leaving home would end up with you like this?

“Thank you…” You say breathily, “It feels nice. Really nice.”

“Don’t thank me yet, cutie.” Suki giggles, “I haven’t made you cum, yet.” You weren’t sure what she meant by that, but you couldn’t ask. She had moved her thumb to a bundle of nerves further up and you were too enthralled to talk. The trembling in your body only got worse, except now something was tightening in your abdomen. It kept getting tighter the more she touched you and you didn’t want to tell Suki to stop. You were more aware of her fingers than you were earlier and the pressure in your abdomen had reached its peak. A loud moan left your lips as you felt it snap, your fingers digging into her shoulders in the process.

“Spirits!” You hear Suki exclaim in surprise and then giggle as you feel a liquid run down your legs. She didn’t stop until you could feel your body relax, but your mind was definitely in a different state. You felt a little foggy.

“I didn’t think I’d make you cum that hard.” Suki chuckles, slowly sliding her fingers out, “Are you feeling okay?” She asks.

“Yeah.” You nod, trying to catch your breath, “I am. I just- I’m not quite sure what I’m feeling but it feels good.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon.” She kisses your cheek, “You did great, cutie.”

“Thank you.” You blush, thinking about kissing her again, “Can I…?”

“Can you kiss me again?” She smirks, making you giggle and nod your head.

“I don’t mind that.” Suki lifts your chin and kisses you.

#atla fic #atla #atla suki #suki x reader #suki x fem reader

[blindedbythedarkness]

The Undeniable Dystopia is Here.

Life is bad. Like shockingly, horrifyingly bad. Growing up really felt like living through a series of unfortunate events- I was certainly repeatedly traumatized. But I never had to fight for my life every single day. That's where we are right now, and yet 95% of people can't or won't acknowledge reality. Hell really is empty and all the devils are here.

We live in a cesspit of plague. That's the state of the entirity of the Western world. I didn't want it at the start because I knew I was more "vulnerable" to its effects. Now I'd avoid it with just as much effort even if I was the healthiest person on Earth. The vaccines didn't stop the death, they just made it slower so people wouldn't notice.

All around me the effects are obvious. Everyone is ill. "The worst colds ever" and "the first year they've ever had hayfever". Quality of life is plummeting. Life expectancy is plummeting. Workers shortages. The internet full of people begging society to change course but incapable of leaving their beds to plead in person. Babies born tiny and starved, the effects on their brains untold. Kids collecting autoimmune diseases like pokemon cards. More Strep. More RSV. Kid after kid with their limbs stripped to the bone to stop the bacteria killing the rest of them. Brain damage termed just "brain fog." Friends of friends dropping dead. Strokes galore.

But you only see it if you're willing to open your eyes.

I can't study safely. I can't sit my exams without risking another hit of the virus that has already left me more disabled. It's not safe to go to the shops. It's not safe to sit in my own garden without a mask. It's not safe to go to the hospital- I know for sure because that's where I caught it last time. Every possible step forward, every possible move, every single day, involves a level of risk I couldn't comprehend 4 years ago.

I don't have PTSD, because we are not 'post'. The trauma is still growing.

At uni, I sit there in full PPE. PPE I spent more money on than I can afford, as someone who lives on less than minimum wage. I look around the room for the seat with the best ventilation, the best chance of air flow. I'm not religious, but I pray. Because I cannot afford to become even more disabled and I cannot afford to disable the person I love most. And then in filter 200 people who no longer care who they hurt with what they spread. Most avoid me- an uncomfortable reminder of the ongoing horror. One decides to sit next to me, coughing, excitedly asking me if I will be joining them for post-exam drinks. Indoors. Unmasked. We live in parallel worlds and yet they cannot even acknowledge that much.

They jet off abroad. Go to clubs. Have a sniffle but visit gran anyway. I pay attention when watching shows set in other dystopias, taking note of how to clean and suture a wound at home if needed. We cannot risk the hospital. I grow vegetables as the online prices rise and we cannot risk a trip to the store. I'm reminding my family what's at stake and begging them to protect themselves because I can't lose anyone else. And I'm praying.

Once again, just like when I was a teen, I find my comfort in misunderstood monsters and outcasts. The lonely characters that the world hates, who break down in tears when shown an ounce of kindness. I get wrapped up in the fantasy of having a safe space where I can finally let my guard down just for a minute. Where I can finally feel seen and see a bearable future. And when I see their visible scars, I feel them too, and I struggle against the urge to make more of my own.

There's no one coming to help me though and no safety in sight. There is just endurance. Even what remains of the mental health service is useless- why would I explain my pain to someone likely happily spreading the very virus that has created this hell? And I can't ask for support from my uni- they've made their views clear that this is my "anxiety" and I'm merely "overly cautious".

But I caught it, so not cautious enough. And it damaged my already disabled body further, so not anxious enough.

The undeniable dystopia is here and there is no end in sight.

#pandemic #long covid #wear a mask #mask up #immunocompromised #covid #covid pandemic #covid-19 #covid isnt over #dystopia #hell is here #dystopian #ptsd #trauma #depressed #depression #pain #defensive #mental health #agony #grief

[ilysmsweaty2]

i've been sitting on this one for awhile. anyway~

alex and henry with a baby!!

"henry <3"

alex picks up the facetime.

"whatthefuckisthat?" he says before he can stop himself. henry is holding the camera downwards at a very small baby in his arms.

"oh calm down, it's just my nephew-" he says panning the camera back up.

"ohhh, martha had the baby?" alex says, the initial shock having worn off but his heart still going funny in his chest at the visual of henry with a baby.

"-not going to baby trap you, dear, we're not straight people- yes she did." he smiles that crinkly unapologetic smile, "her and philip got back from hospital this morning. he's a little early too, martha and philip still hadn't decided who the royal nanny should be, so he gets to spend some time with gay uncle henry." he's looking down and smiling at the baby, and alex struggles to breathe.

"are you going to make him call you that?" he asks smirking.

"oh, absolutely," henry replies sarcastically.

"what's his name?"

"arthur, upon martha's insistence. bea and i knew he got dibs on the name since he's the oldest, but we didn't expect martha to run with it so much. of course, philip loved dad, but... mm," he hums stopping himself. a minuscule pained expression crossing his face that many would miss. alex didn't.

"getting a little morbid here."

"no, it's okay," alex says shifting in his seat, "you can talk about it."

"......he's just not here, alex."

"i know, baby."

"he'll never get to meet his grandchildren..." henry's looking down fondly at the baby. there's a strangled noise trapped somewhere in alex's throat.

"anyway," henry looks back up and smiles at alex, tears in his eyes. "mum insisted on finding a nanny earlier and she told martha and philip as much, but they were under the impression they had plenty of time.... she damn near 38 weeks. well anyway, he's here now and martha's rightly exhausted and philip is spinning, and mum and bea are on a plane in right now, so it's just me and him taking a nap. oh, david is here, too." he pans the camera over to his side where david is lying next to henry, his head on his leg. he wags his tail at the mention of his name.

"he's not very sure what to make of it, but he's a lot calmer than philip," henry says, and alex's laughs.

"how's that gonna go?" he asks after a second.

"mmm," henry hums again, "im sure philip truly loves arthur but it doesn't change the fact that he didn't want kids. well, he's got me, and mum, and bea, and martha," henry's looking down at him again and he's switched the hand his phone is in to stroke the baby's head.

"hmm, and you i guess." henry says a mischievous glint coming into his eye.

"woah-"

"don't think i forgot your comment back when we told gran... i'm only teasing. we have time, my dear."

"he is very cute," alex says, "i'd love to be there with you two."

"a visit would make philip's head spin around-"

"oh i know it,"

"but i'm sure we can arrange something soon."

alex hums and watches as henry looks at his nephew.

"i love you," alex says.

henry smiles looking back up at him. "i love you too, darling."

#reblogs #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb fanfic #firstprinceedit #rwrb book

[justanotherfanaccount]

A play-by-play of the live action Avatar

Episode 1

SPOILERS (obviously)

Daaannngg CGI is good

Who is this guy?

Ohhhh it's a flashback...totally knew that (he in fact did not know that)

KYOSHIIIIIII

I kinda love that we get to see all the air nomads 🥺

...aang can fly? ...that's a huge thing that he can't do for a reason hold up...maybe he's just gliding a lot?

Aang is so cute 🥺 just a little baby

I love that we get to see aang learning he's the avatar and seeing him with gyatso

"Keep pretending I'm your friend" "I am your friend" don't mind me crying 😭😭

APPA YOU'VE ARRIVED

"Monks don't even trust me to feed the baby bison" that's so aang love that for him

This kid is such a good actor for saying this monologue to Appa who is probably some giant blue thing in reality

So far the worst CGI is Appa (which I think is kinda funny)

Is it gonna show the genocide!? AHHHH NO THAT'S TOO PAINFUL

"brothers, sisters were under attack!" If that doesn't show you how peaceful they are 😭

Omg I hope gyatso doesn't believe aang abandoned them in their time of need

THESE AIRBENDERS ARE SUCH BADASSES

...this is brutal... Netflix definitely changed the "no deaths on screen" policy. I'm just watching people get burned to a crisp

I know what happened and I'm crying seeing Gyatso protect all the kids 😢

(This is really good so far... I'm enjoying it)

AVATAR AANG LETS GOOOOO

100 years later

*said in SpongeBob voice*

"Sulk later paddle now" there's the sokka sass

(Also I like how they haven't stated that it's been 100 years cuz I feel like they're gonna make it a big reveal)

RIP sexist sokka causing katara to release aang 😔😔 we'll miss your character arc

Zuko looks so tiny next to the other fire benders hehehe

KATARA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?! (jk I know)

I love how dramatic aang looked just for him to slide down the hill

"Mysterious little bald person" hahhahah yeesss

YOU LEFT APPPPAAAAA

Irohhhh I love yoouuuu (all he did was show up)

APPA thank goodness

Sokka stepping behind katara was perfect

Not gran gran saying the theme 🤭 I can't even take it seriously

I feel like gran gran isn't dramatic enough. Give me that SHOCK factor.

Don't make fun of zuko BITCH 😡

"Are you okay?" ...no katara...he's not okay

"Guess he had to grow up fast" yes 🥺 he did...my baby

Yes zukoooo get that fire

"A nice cup of jasmine tea" 😌

"You're wrong" ...he's not wrong baby but I understand...it'll take a while

"I'm a warrior I should be able to do more for our people" I love her 🥺

Das not good (referring to the fire nation)

Dang gran gran knows everything

I kinda like angry sokka 👀 I feel like he's gonna have a good character arc

"I am sokka" > "hi there, zuko here" pipeline

Aang baby whatchu doing watching sokka get beat up

...spoke too soon lol

THE ROCKS LETS GOOOO CHILD WARRIORS sokka looks like a proud dad 🥺

"I think you're the bravest person I've ever met" 😭 sokkas face when he said that

"Let's go save that weird kid" heck yeah sokka!!!

"Myself included" love the honesty iroh hahhah

"Is that what you believe?" No answer is an answer iroh 👀

I love how none of them have ever dealt with an airbender before so they have no idea how to deal with him

"There's no way you're getting me on that- AHHHHH" is the most sokka thing yet I laughed out loud

HIS GLIDER LET'S GOOOO (I know that's in the og but i never know what they're gonna change so I'm gonna continue getting excited over little things)

Zuko is so concerned 😟 his face literally says 'that's my only hope getting away'

"Hey kid!" YES SOKKA LOVE YOU

KATARA YES YOU DID THAT!! HECK YEAH MOTHER FUCKER (...pardon my language)

Aang not going into the avatar state is kinda cool cuz you got to see katara be a badass

"So where do we go?" My brain immediately went "do you want to go penguin sledding with me!?"

...well this is way sadder than penguin sledding

On another note aangs tattoo is so cool...i.love the patterns in it

Gyatso 😭😭😭 NOOOOO

This must be so hard for him cuz in aangs mind he just saw everyone YESTERDAY

AVATAR STATE AANG

Don't mind me I'm just crying

That was very emotional...I was not prepared even though I should've been

I'm glad sokka still had some comic relief in him...I was really worried

Aang keeping gyatsos necklace (??) 😭

Showing zuko during aangs speech was good 👀

I love how dramatic it is but i hope they still put in some of the silliness from the original show

Overall I enjoyed it though!! I was really nervous so it went a lot better than I anticipated I'm not gonna lie

#avatar the last airbender #atla #atla live action #avatar the last airbender live action #atla la #aang #atla epiosde 1 #atla play by play

[jcdas-a]

hamish linklater. cis man. he/him. ⸻ i saw JUDAH PREAKER around THE FOREST, you know? the FORTY-FIVE year old that was driving from HARLAN, KENTUCKY when they saw the tree on the road. JUDE has been here for FIFTEEN YEARS and i think they were A GRIFTER before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and seek a way out without losing themselves or dying. lets hope you at least survive the night on their own.

 DO NOT PRAY ANYMORE; THE SKY IS DEAF.

full name    judah caelan preaker nickname(s)    jude, judd, father ( per his priesthood ) age   forty-five gender identity    cis man orientation    repressed bisexual place of birth    harlan, kentucky date of birth   september 14 faceclaim    hamish linklater

former occupation career grifter positive traits   benevolent, cogent, steadfast negative traits   pious, headstrong, misguided moral alignment  chaotic neutral parallels preston teagardin (the devil all the time), the priest (fleabag), john pruitt (midnight mass), sam foster (stay) current residency    the town current occupation priest ( some meld between catholic with evangelical christian tendencies )

BIOGRAPHY tw for the following content: religious trauma, forced drowning, child abuse/abandonment, mentions of alcohol & mental illness.

you were an odd child, born to a peculiar family that lived in a little yellow house on the edge of a bluebonnet field. for years, these hues of pallid yellow and lavender paint your life━though they only paled as the years marched onward. your hometown is one that’s never felt quite new, rather, there’s always been a tinge of the past. like that old mining town, you were run down sooner than you knew.

the sacred walls of your little yellow house are where you’d tell your first lies. crosses nailed in each room, wallpaper cracking with temperature and peeling away at the edges. you spent your childhood wondering if it was always like this. soil-covered hands pressed together, you would pray for the unfortunate children down the road who’d just lost their gran. god, you would say, but you knew you were speaking to your father. the shadow in the door frame that stood in that small creak of light, a lean figure stretches out as if you did not see him there. oh, please bring them good graces in this time. let you take the pain from their shoulders. learning to be a ghost in your own home.

taught to behave like a young man ought to, taught to take the deer by the antlers but not to look it in the eyes. you knew only to pray for others, only to care for the world around you, rather than the bruises on your back, or the grazes on your knees━or you mother who left when you were too young to know. the woman who since lived with her new husband, and kids━leaving you and your siblings with him.

you're just a child that first time pa takes you and you watched him wash the sinners clean. you watched them cry out hallelujah and praise jesus, praise your pa. it was your pa’s hands on them, not god’s. pa tells you that god is in you too, and this will be the first and last time a reflection you recognize ripples across the water. 

god is in you, boy. so you let your father take you to the water’s edge again once you were a bit older. you can still hear the hum of the hymnals even now. do you hear the word of god? have you believed another gospel? pa plunged you, washes you of the sins not committed at your hand, but rather, those of your mother. because if she could not be there, you would take her place. shoved beneath the frigid surface by the hands of your pa, under the guise that god made him do it, sending his own son thrashing like some wild thing your pa once claimed he could tame.

your father considers it only a miracle of god that you hadn’t drowned that day. you returned to your siblings, sopping wet on the porch of the little yellow house with the peeling wallpaper. you begin to pick at it when no one was looking, chipping away the watery gray floral print to unveil the wood paneling beneath it. life is stripped of its color but at least you're not alone in this suffering. not that it makes it any better that your siblings are subject to your father’s delusions. it stays like this for a long while. seeing your little sister off to the schoolhouse each morning, and making a point of not eyeing the brown and green glass bottles that she would string up on the tree in the front yard like liquor store wind chimes.

now ... your father wasn’t the man you thought him to be. when you're alone you consider that maybe he was always like this and that you were the last to realize, the last one to find complacency in your disillusionment. and while you very well make it out of harlan alive, you only last a short while before you find yourself betwixt in what you've only known to refer to as purgatory. you look a whole lot like pa these days, wearing black & looking like death incarnate, yet you’ve always got a hymnal tucked into the side of your cheek.  through all the wretchedness,  you are still holy;  from where you’re standing at least.  after all no monster would ever deem itself as such,  this town has turned you inside out,  sure,  but it has also granted you something your life before couldn't: freedom. 

#from.intro #𝐉. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀abt #ty and goodnight 🫡

[rosafulmen]

random  wishlist  of  ideas  i’d  love  to  explore  for  light  (  kind  of  an  ice-breaker,  kind  of  like  a  springboard  )  :

anything  in  her  verses  tag.  or,  when  looking  more  at  the  themes,  explorations  of  guardianship  and  its  failings,  what  makes  a  god  a  god  (  the  question  of  benevolence  verses  malevolence  ),  clawing  oneself  from  the  brink,  themes  of  found  family  and  love  despite  unfathomable  odds.

explorations  of  the  verses  xiii  lore;  including,  but  not  limited  too  :  the  influence  of  etro,  light’s  memories  as  ‘the  saviour’  and  what  that  means  for  this  new  world,  watching  the  war  of  a  world  she  helped  bring  about  (  all  the  while  knowing  most  of  the  world  has  no  memory  of  her  or  her  friend’s  sacrifices  ),  themes  of  faux  gods,  worship  and  the  suspension  of  vahalla.  there  are  so  many  themes  that  can  be  snatched  from  both  xiii  and  xv,  take  your  pick.

i  have  to  properly  write  out  my  kingdom  hearts  verse,  but  literally  anything  in  that.  lightning  and  her  sister  were  from  radiant  garden  but  she’s  very  estranged  from  the  main  crew.  let  her  mentor  the  kids.  let  the  kids  crack  past  her  protective  layer  to  all  those  themes  of  hope,  perseverance,  and  strength  of  heart.  watch  light  panic  when  serah  runs  off  to  help  them.  let  her  begrudgingly  assist  because  she  claims  she  ‘doesn’t  care  about  them’  (  she  absolutely  does ).

anything  to  do  with  the  horror  /  existentialism  of  being  the  saviour???  the  very  fact  light  had  no  guarantee  she  would  remember  people  in  the  next  world  and  vice  versa  so  every  ‘saving’  was  just  a  heralding  to  death.  that  liminal  space  of  being  like  ‘we  have  no  promise  of  tomorrow,  so  let’s  live  for  today’.

same  deal  with  l’cie,  just  a  different  topping.  what  if  tomorrow  our  brands  advance  and  we  lose  ourselves.  what  makes  us  who  we  are.  what  makes  us  monsters  ?  just  all  the  horror  of  gran  pulse  and  seeing  those  cie'th  stones.

angst.  i  am  an  angst  fiend.  again,  the  xiii  verse  deals  with  a  lot  of  themes  of  loss  /  death  and  how  people  cope  with  it.

anything  where  light  is  a  bodyguard  sounds  absolutely  hilarious.  let  her  make  flying  commentary  under  her  breath  while  your  muse  holds  it  together.  let  them  take  her  to  places  she  would  HATE.

i’ll  probably  expand  on  this  later,  this  is  just  a  dump.

character  specific:

hope  —  to  this  day,  i  have  still  not  roleplayed  with  a  hope  and  i  am  DESPERATE  to  explore  the  bond  between  them.  give  me  all  the  themes  of  family  and  light  coming  to  terms  with  how  poorly  she’s  treated  serah  through  him.  let  her  do  right  by  hope.  let  her  love  him,  protect  him  and  watch  him  become  a  man.  give  me  all  the  themes  of  how  his  name  embodies  what  he  is  to  her.

serah  —  a  lot  of  the  same  themes  as  hope.  ALSO  if  serah’s  want  to  indulge  in  my  snow/light  angst  i  will  just  eat  that  up  for  breakfast.  it’s  the  absolute  self-hatred  lightning  has  that  her  sister  is  in  crystal /  dead  and  she’s  alive  and  she’s  still  managing  to  ruin  her  life.  how  serah  responds  is  totally  up  to  you.  also  themes  of  sisterhood  and  companionship.  let  them  go  to  coffee  shops.  let  light  teach  her  how  to  do  her  hair  and  makeup  when  their  mother  died.  PLEASE.

snow  —  hi,  i  ship  them.  outside  of  that,  just  the  development  of  their  bond  ;  where  light  once  considered  him  an  adversary,  now  he  is  a  friend.  how  his  staunch  optimism  imprinted  on  her  to  the  degree his  ambivalence  in  returns  gave  her  the  worst  anxiety  attack  of  her  life.

fang  —  how  two  women  can  be  the  same  but  also  very  different.  themes  of  guardianship  and  looking  after  those  smaller/weaker  than  you  (  the  costs,  the  sacrifices,  etc  ), drawing  strength  from  each  other.  the  growing  pains  and  awkwardness  of  two  people  primed  for  war  now  having  to  all  but  domesticate  at  the  end  of  LR.

vanille  —  a  lot  of  the  same  themes  of  sisterhood  that  i  applied  to  serah.  exploration  of  godhood  and  its  flaws  (  girlie  you  absolutely  did  not  need  to  pull  your  shit  in  LR,  love  you  ).

sazh  —  dajh’s  awkward  babysitter,  lightning.  i  love  the  role  he  took  in  xiii  as  a  sort  of  semi-parental  figure  /  guide.  he  wasn’t  overbearing  or  pushed  boundaries,  but  there  was  a  mutual  exchange  of  ideas  and  advice.  let  him  complain  his  bones  are  old  and  creaking  but  he’s  loving  every  second  of  it  and  light  just  smirks  so  sardonically  and  ups  the  anti.

#* ORIGIN OF STORMS ( headcanons ) #hi #(:

[warscorned-a]

                              I  FORGOT  SOFTNESS  /  BECAUSE IT  DID  NOT  SERVE  ME.  

NICKNAME(S)   baz,  probably  won’t  answer  to  any  others.  ZODIAC   scorpio  AGE  /  D.O.B.   thirty6,  november  20th.  PLACE  OF  BIRTH   redacted,  only  alluded  to  the  rural  english  countryside. GENDER  /  PRONOUNS   cis  man,  he / him  ORIENTATION   repressed  bisexual OCCUPATION   sergeant  for  the  london  metropolitan  police   &   bodyguard  of  the  prime  minister.

PARALLELS   lenny  bruce  ( marvelous  mrs.  maisel ),   paul  spector  ( the  fall ),   harry  hart  ( kingsman:  the  secret  service )

POSITIVE  TRAITS   independent,  ambitious,  imaginative,  competitive,  reliable. NEGATIVE  TRAITS   enigmatic,  nihilistic,  domineering,  perfectionistic,  penitent.

BIOGRAPHY.

TRIGGER  WARNINGS    emotional / physic abuse,  religious  trauma,  drowning,  violence,  gun  use,  mentions  of  war,  mentions  of  ptsd.

TL;DR    rural  british  evangelical - raised  boy  does  what  he  knows  how  and  bows  to  the  hand  that  feeds  until  it  ultimately  strikes  him  down.   and  still,  he  becomes  theirs  to  command:   one  of  their  finest  assets  even  though  he’s  nothing  more  than  a  finger  on  the  triggered.   marred  by  war,   this  man  now  stands  to  atone  for  what  he  could  not  previously  protect.

OUR  FATHER�� WHO  ART  IN  HEAVEN

the  dusty  nowhere  surrounding  hartlepool  is  where  you  grew  up,   a  wooded  edge  that  kisses  right  up  against  town  and  teeters  on  shire  lines.   you  were  an  odd  child,   born  to  a  peculiar  family  that  lived  in  a  little  yellow  house  on  the  edge  of  a  bluebonnet  field.   for  years,   these  hues  of  pallid  yellow  and  lavender  paint  your  life ━ though  they  only  paled  as  the  years  marched  onward.   your  hometown  is  one  that’s  never  felt  quite  new,   rather,   there’s  always  been  a  tinge  of  the  past.   like  this  old  mining  town,   you  were  run  down  sooner  than  you  knew.

the  sacred  walls  of  his  little  yellow  house  are  where  you’d  tell  your  first  lies.   crosses  nailed  in  each  room,   wallpaper  cracking  with  temperature  and  peeling  away  at  the  edges.   you  spent  your  childhood  wondering  if  it  was  always  like  this.   soil-covered  hands  pressed  together,   you  would  pray  for  the  unfortunate  children  down  the  road  who’d  just  lost  their  gran.   god,   you  would  say,   but  you  knew  you  were  speaking  to  your  father.   the  shadow  in  the  door  frame  that  stood  in  that  small  creak  of  light,   a  lean  figure  stretches  out  as  if  you  did  not  see  him  there.   oh,   please  bring  them  good  graces  in  this  time.   let  you  take  the  pain  from  their  shoulders.   learning  to  be  a  ghost  in  your  own  home.

taught  to  behave  like  a  young  man  ought  to,   you  are  taught  to  take  the  deer  by  the  antlers  but  not  to  look  it  in  the  eyes.   you  knew  only  to  pray  for  others,   only  to  care  for  the  world  around  you,   rather  than  the  bruises  on  your  back,   or  the  grazes  on  your  knees ━ or  your  mother  who  left  when  you  were  too  young  to  know.   the  woman  who  now  lives  with  her  new  husband,   and  kids ━ leaving  you  and  your  brother  with  him.

you  were  just  a  child  that  first  time  pa  took  you  and  you  watched  him  wash  the  old  town  sinners  clean.   you  watched  them  cry  out  hallelujah  and  praise  jesus,   praise  your  pa.   it  was  your  pa’s  hands  on  them,   not  god’s.   pa  tells  you  that  god  is  in  you  too,  but  this  will  be  the  first  and  last  time  a  reflection  you  recognized  would  ripple  across  the  water.  

OUR  FATHER  WHO  ART  BURIED  IN  THE  YARD

god  is  in  you,  boy.   so  you  let  pa  take  you  to  the  water’s  edge  again  once  you  were  a  bit  older.   you  can  still  hear  the  hum  of  the  hymnals  even  now.   do  you  hear  the  word  of  god?   have  you  believed  another  gospel?   you’re  like  an  angel  fallen  in  the  dirt,   something  out  of  place  prickling  beneath  all  the  holiness.   you  looked  just  like  the  woman  your  pa  hated  most,   and  this  would  be  the  sin  for  which  only  you  could  attest.   so  pa  plunges  you,   washes  you  of  the  sins  not  committed  at  your  hand,   but  rather,   those  of  your  mother.   because  if  she  could  not  be  here,   you  would  take  her  place.   shoved  beneath  the  frigid  surface  by  the  hands  of  your  pa,   under  the  guise  that  god  made  him  do  it,   sending  his  own  son  thrashing  like  some  wild  thing  your  pa  once  claimed  he  could  tame.

he  considers  it  only  a  miracle  of  god  that  you  hadn’t  drowned  that  day.   you  were  returned  to  your  siblings,   sopping  wet  on  the  porch  of  the  little  yellow  house  with  the  peeling  wallpaper.   you  begin  to  pick  at  it  when  no  one  was  looking,   chipping  away  the  watery  gray  floral  print  to  unveil  the  wood  paneling  beneath  it.   life  is  stripped  of  its  color  but  at  least  you  were  not  alone  in  your  suffering.   not  that  it  makes  it  any  better  that  your  brother  is  subject  to  your  father’s  delusions.  

it  stays  like  this  for  a  long  while.   seeing  your  little  brother  off  to  school  each  morning,   and  making  a  point  of  not  eyeing  the  brown  and  green  glass  bottles  that  he  strings  up  on  the  tree  in  the  front  yard  like  liquor  store  wind  chimes.   your  father  isn’t  the  man  you  thought  him  to  be.   you  consider  that  maybe  he  was  always  like  this  and  that  you  were  the  last  to  realize,   the  last  one  to  find  complacency  in  his  disillusionment.   and  that  only  makes  it  worse  so  he  pledge  that  one  day  you’d  leave  that  little  yellow  house.   that  you  would  rebuild  himself  like  an  old  factory  town  and  come  back  two  times  better  than  before.   had  only  you’d  known  you  would  always  be  that  odd  little  boy,  with  the  odd  family  in  the  yellow  house  on  the  edge  of  town.

your  brother  is  the  first  to  leave,   and  there’s  nothing  left  in  a  town  that  wasn’t  made  for  staying  so  you  follow  him.   you  pledge  yourselves  to  manmade  horrors,  trading  one  ghost  for  another  if  it  meant  the  cause  you  had  served  was  deemed  more  righteous  than  the  last.   had  only  you’d  known  that  it  would  be  another  thing  to  sever  you.   you  soar  ranks,   spit  out  commands  like  a  morning  prayer  even  when  things  had  become  everything  but  what  you  wanted.   you  were  no  longer  fighting  the  good,  noble  war ━ you,  and  again  your  brother ━ were  the  casualties.   

HEADCANONS.

served  in  the  british  military  &  was  permitted  leave  after  10  yrs;  swiftly  arose  in  ranking  for  his  aim  as  a  sharpshooter.   called  for  leave  following  his  brother’s  passing  and  has  since  been  passed  up  with  several  (  theorized  black  ops  )  agencies.

indecent  and  irritable  but  also  charming  and  a  great  believer  that  perhaps  there  is  still  some  goodness  left  in  him.

never  quite  returned  home  following  his  service,  worked  in  veteran  affairs  in  bristol  intermittantly  before  finding  placement  at  the  police  academy  in  london.

third  bodyguard  personally  contracted  to  look  after  the  prime  minister  since  his  appointment   &   just  wants  to  do  his  fucking  job  no  matter  how  much  he  sorta  hates  it.

the  brother  who  had  the  privelege  of  becoming  prodigal.   his  brother  died  in  the  line  of  fire,   and  though  not  entirely  unscathed,   baz  was  the  one  to  escape  with  a  life  he  was  never  truly  able  to  wholly  return  to.

avid  wine  lover,  doesn’t  drink  much  outside  of  classical  swills.  keeps  the  cork  from  every  finished  bottle   &   has  red  wine  with  almost  every  meal  off  duty.

reconnected  with  his  mom  following  his  brother’s  passing  and  has  since  maintained  loose  contact  with  her.

studied  briefly  at  the  university  of  bristol,  majoring  in  art  history  with  a  concentration  in  architecture.

undiagnosed  tinnitus  from  direct  exposure  to  an  implosion  on  the  battlefield;   can  indirectly  trigger  ptsd  episodes.

a  shadow  that  serves  a  purpose:   sworn  to  protect  and  willing  to  die  by  the  gun  he  lives  by  if  it  means  no  harm  is  inflicted  upon  who  he  was  made  to  protect;   though  this  was  not  his  initial  sentiment.

WANTED.

coming  soon.

#⠀ ⠀ s. harris ⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀abt #lf.intro #these graphics SUCKK but i tried yall #adding more tmrw......

[advernia]

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN AT THE RECEIVING END OF A DEATH GLARE?

ONE —

"Grit your teeth, love."

So she says, but Ruggie hasn't even done so when the liquid is lathered onto his skin. What bubbles out of his mouth are screams half-formed, short gasps as the salve does its work. The nails of his free hand dig into his thigh, his head he lowers even further until he's down to facing his stomach.

Though she's just beside him and clutching his injured arm, his grandmother's voice sounds so far away.

"Ya sure this was just you bein' silly at work?"

Ruggie's mouth goes dry. Good thing he's already shaking because of the damned pain. Good thing he's keeping his head down, away from his grandmother's eyes.

"... Yea-ye-yeah... Ju-jus-just... haaa... fell off... sta-stairs..."

I'll kill you, punk!

"... Child. Ya been workin' yourself to the bone. Ya think missing a couple'a stairs would get ya this bad?"

Wanna get skinned alive, thief!?

"Haaa... Sorry, Gran... the-there... were some... boxes around... w-when I fell..."

Filthy rat! Stop skulking around like a coward!

"... Glad ya didn't get much splinters, then."

Shitty kid! Go back to the slums and rot where you belong!

Ruggie heaves another breath, wills his vision to focus.

"... Child?"

Scum like you shouldn't even see the light of day!

"...Ruggie!"

That's the last thing he hears before everything fades to black.

TWO —

"... And I assume you have cornered Floyd and Azul separately at the same time you approached me, correct?"

Crack. The defeated crowd groveling by his feet shake, all their eyes focusing on anything but him. Jade shrugs his shoulders, brings himself to sigh.

"My. I believe I asked a question. Has my accidental stepping of a stray branch unsettled all of you so?"

"... Y-y-yo-you think we're gonna tell you, moray punk!?" someone from the back screams. A starfish.

"Darn it - " someone spits, willing himself to stand. A squid. "You're only this strong 'cause that octopus got our powers!"

"Fight a fair game, coward! Get yourselves back on the sea, and we'll show you!" another shouts, lip bloody. A manta ray.

Jade chuckles. Now the crowd's all looking at him directly because someone had been so brave to stand up against him. How quick, how admirable.

How unfortunate.

"Ah... but weren't you lot foolish enough to ambush me - Floyd and Azul as well - on land?"

The air stiffens.

"Perhaps you'd thought that as fellow mermen still adapting to living on land, we are unable to display the same level of power and magic we have when we are at sea. I applaud you, gentlemen - that's quite a rational assumption..."

A smile, and the crowd's blood runs cold.

"... if we were anything as weak as yourselves."

THREE —

The first time Jamil holds a blade, it was given to him by his father. Its handle is unassuming but its blade was the shape of a crescent moon, looking sharp and beautiful all at once.

His father asks him about its weight. Jamil replies that it feels a bit heavy, that fits differently into his palm than a kitchen knife does.

His father gave a smile. In Jamil's memories, it is a smile that is both stern and apologetic all at once.

.

His mother eyes the blade in his hands. She asks Jamil if he received that from his father. Jamil nods. Najma is staring at the blade too, eyes lighter and tone curious.

Najma asks their mother if their father was going to teach Jamil hunting. For a moment, their mother is silent, then she says yes to Najma's question.

His mother was smiling. In Jamil's memories, it is a smile that did not reach her eyes or the quiver in her voice.

.

Najma's hair is a dancing mess and there's still some sleep in her eyes, but she helps him lean on the wall. Jamil groans. Najma bugs him in seconds, asking him all sorts of questions. What happened? Are you okay? Is Kalim okay? Weren't you just heading to his chamber earlier?

Jamil answers her questions slowly. Just a little accident. I'm fine, and Kalim is asleep. I requested the guards to watch over Kalim as I head to the kitchen to fetch some water. Najma doesn't interrupt him when he speaks, dabs at the sweat on his forehead with her sleeve.

Najma was frowning. In Jamil's memories, it is a frown that wanted to point out the stains on his clothes and ask where the blade strapped on his waist has gone.

FOUR —

"Good afternoon, Vorpal. How are you feeling today?"

The horse gives a soft whinny, a shake of the head. Its sharp eyes lock on to the brush on Silver's hand, and in a moment it lowers its head.

"Ah, that's a sharp boy," Silver hums, petting the stallion's head. "Yes, I'm here to brush you today since Riddle has a meeting to attend. Don't worry, he promised that he'll take you out on a long ride on the weekend. Isn't that nice?"

Another whinny, a few stomps on the ground. Silver chuckles, takes a portion of Vorpal's mane into his hand.

"Heh, I'm sure you're eager, too. For now though, I hope you'll be okay with me brushing your mane again."

A snort. Silver tugs at a knot with the brush, pulling down gently a few times.

"Tell me if it hurts, alright?"

Another snort, shorter and softer. Silver nods, working gently on the tangled area with his free hand instead.

Behind the stable's ajar door, Sebek watches the horse-and-human interaction, seething.

How come Vorpal allows Silver to approach him with such ease!?

1: ruggie + jamil reappear for this batch! here's everyone's context:

ruggie -> too much to count.

jade -> quite an unsettling experience.

jamil -> it's a part of my duty.

silver -> ... never noticed.

#twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #jade leech #jamil viper #twst silver #*loud screaming* ruggie's grandma event when lmaooo apple boa gave us marya and tbh that was hella cute #ever wondered what happened to the mermen that azul made contracts with on the coral sea? i do #q&a

[nerdyenby]

netflix live action atla reaction

Ep 1

I don’t feel like the opening sequence actually added anything to the story. I mean, it gave the other nations some more agency I guess, but it doesn’t actually accomplish anything, at least not at first glance

Kyoshi voicing the opening is so random what the

I’ve heard criticism about the show starting with Aang and I agree, but I also think that the point of remakes is to give us different perspectives on the same story. I’m not a huge fan but I don’t hate it either

The bending looks so weird, not necessarily bad, just off

Idk how I feel about the southern water tribe seeming so much more built up, it kinda diminishes the first impression of what the war has done to them

Other people have already talked about them butchering Katara’s character so I’ll just say yeah and move on. Hopefully she’ll grow into herself and become more confident and proactive, but I guess we’ll see

Iroh don’t feel like Iroh tbh

Gran Gran reciting the og intro is painful, we already got this info three times in the past twenty minutes queen

Katara, kindly never liken your loss to Aang’s. You just met this kid who just found out everyone he’s ever known is dead, you don’t know him and you don’t know what he’s going through. You can empathize with his grief, but don’t act like it’s the same please

So far my expectation of “mid” has been holding true but the scenery is beautiful and the establishing shots are absolutely stunning

“Protect those who can’t protect themselves” ZANE NINJAGO?!????

Ayo Zuko kinda in character?!??? Who wudda thunk

“Let’s go save that weird kid” Yeah!!!! Sokka!!!!!!

Kick their ass Aang!!!!!

Ok but we’ve seen him fly without the glider several times now, why does he need it?

Ok, yeah, I’d kill for Sokka/Aang bromance

Ep 2

Iron’s saintly patience makes it’s debut lol

MOMO!!!! He’s so ugly I love him

If Gran Gran had the scroll the whole time, why did she only just now tell Katara about it? Her letter just says that it’s dangerous but the fire nation hasn’t come to their village in years

“But most importantly, you must have- sticky rice!” “Uncle, we don’t have time for this” oh, now we’re getting somewhere!!

This show is so stupid, I love it

Suki best character after four lines of dialogue real not clickbait????

Shirtless guy per episode: 2/2

Katara’s outfit is so pretty!!! My irl watched the show before me and said the costumes are good but feel like costumes and I second that but it’s fun seeing how they interpret the og outfits

Suki is playing with him and having too much fun with it, as am I

Aang being afraid of himself is such a good decision, really reminiscent of his reaction to burning Katara in original

Ewwww romance /hj

Obsessed with the discussion of what it’s like being a nonbender and the extra steps you have to take

Yeah ok, they’ve already done Suki better than the original

Kyoshi boutta throw hands with a twelve year old fr

Women win these

Dang, Sukka kinda cute

The cgi is decent but Momo not having a shadow is so distracting

Ep 3

That’s… that’s Azula…

A resistance??? Epic!! I’m sure everything will work out just fine for these kids

I’m so excited to see what they do with Azula

Don’t love Aang teaching Katara instead of the other way around

“What makes you think we’re outsiders?” *Katara and Sokka look pointedly at their bright blue clothes*

Teo my love!!!!!

The inventor’s actor looks so much like him, I didn’t realize he didn’t have a name in the original lol

Ewww stop hitting on her Jet istg

Ok stop, you’ve fundamentally misunderstood Jet as a character. He does not think he’s cool, he doesn’t give a shit. He thinks he’s right. He’s too angry to care about charming people. He’s a boy hardened by loss and war, he’s not a fuckboy for pete’s sake

I really like this take on Sokka: he’s smart as a whip but was born and raised to fight, he’s never had the opportunity to take himself or his ideas seriously

“We don’t need to be afraid of our pain, we just need to decide what we’re going to do with it” that’s the good stuff right there

However, it is not escaping my notice that Katara only improves when guys give her advice

The blasting jelly looks so stupid

Ep 4

Bumi time!!!! I really do wish Aang mentioned him earlier

It’s giving season 2 finale and I’m here for it

Ok I’m kinda into this, the way it’s folding aspects of different episodes of the original together is really making it a distinct story. Still against live action remakes on principle, but it’s at least doing something interesting.

Bumi my love!!!! He’s so silly and unhinged, I would die for him

Katara popping off!!!!!! Love her taking ownership of her power

I really like Bumi getting into how he’s seen all the devastation of the past century and that Aang doesn’t know what that’s like, his rage and pain is so important to me

Oma and Shu lesbians?!????? /vpos

I am so glad their getting into Iroh’s actions as a general, it hurts but it’s something I missed in the original

DAMN lil zuko deserves the world, man

THE ‘LEAVES FROM THE VINE’ MOTIF GOT TEARS IN MY EYES INSTANTLY, WHAT THE HELL???? Atla has me in a chokehold and always will tbh

I really like that we’re getting Sokka and Katara bonding in the cave of two lovers. Romance is OUT family is IN!!

Zuko is kinda crushing it

Platonic love for the win!!!!!

Katara is so quick with it!!!

Bumi getting the emotional confrontation he always deserved my beloved

Aang’s lil “is that really so bad?” I love him so much. The only way the world can heal is childlike hope and an unwillingness to sit back and accept tragedy

“Home? Everything I need is on this boat” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ep 5

Sokka is a mess this episode, good for him

Heibai my beloved

This whole episode is so fascinating, I’m just along for the ride lol

Ep 6

Roku is so silly goofy and for what

June girlbossin’

Ew why she up in Iroh’s face???

Blue Spirit time baby!!!!!!

Zuko and Aang actual conversation time?????

The boys are bonding!!!!

What the fuck?! They made his scar less severe???? Zuko has a vision impairment, how dare you take that away

Zuko’s crew being the division he refused to sacrifice is everything, actually

Bro I thought there were only six episodes, if it ended there I would’ve lost it

Ep 7

Zhao SUCKS, man gleefully tried to murder a child

I knew the wolf was Yue

Making Yue a spiritual leader is a move I respect, idk how I feel about her being a waterbender now

I don’t know how I feel about Yue’s characterization, her personality feels weirdly unnatural

No one told Kuruk that friendship is magic ig

Kill that man Katara, you can and you should

Rare Aang L

“So no plan?” “… I’m working on it, uncle” love them

Sokka popping off!!

“Go kick his ass” how did I know he was gonna say that lmao

Did her hair fall down lol, that was so forced

Ep 8

I saw it coming but I like the other waterbending women getting a role

General Katara my beloved, I don’t see people putting her in leadership positions post-war very often but she deserves it, she’s a great leader

Don’t think I like the moon and ocean spirits only visiting, feels like an odd and unnecessary change to make

THEY KILLED MOMO?!!??!!? WHAT THE FUCK?!????!??!!!!

Nvm he’s fine

Aang telling Katara to go easy on Zuko!!!!

We’re really ending the season without Aang waterbending a single time lol

Conclusion

It was enjoyable!! Not great but pretty good!!! It starts slow but once it gets going it does some really interesting stuff. I’m not a fan of all the changes they made, but a few of them are ones I’m very glad are there. The effects are decent but whoever is doing the fake beards needs to be fired. Definitely some choices made that I don’t like regarding some of the characters (specifically Katara and Iroh) but it overall is distinct enough from the original to be a worthwhile watch and also pretty fun

#netflix atla #live action atla #avatar the last airbender

[keysmashhhhhhhh]

7 Drivers Theory

I've seen this as a trend on tiktok but nothing really on tumblr and wanted to replicate it but with more in depth description of why i chose each driver for that category.

The driver who made you fall in love with F1

seb - it will always be seb for me. as a kid i only saw f1 casually (like if i was at a friends house, staying with my gran or saw it on the tv in the pub) but he was always there and always winning. something about him always seemed magic to 7 year old me. and when i started getting into f1 properly (during the ferrari seb years) he just continued to be my favorite, i'd gravitate towards watching for his name on the screen and something about the seb podiums always felt that bit more special to me. the "you just wait sunshine, you just wait" radio is ingrained in my brain forever <3

The driver that would make you laugh in any situation

lando - hes just giggly and funny and his sense of humour matches mine so well. he seems like a genuinely decent person and i feel like we would get on well in real life

The driver you miss the most

senna - i think to have watched the greatness that is lewis makes me that bit sadder that i wasn't alive when senna was winning. michael shumacher is a little different because obviously he was on the grid in the early 2010s so he always seemed real but senna has this mythical quality to me because i never saw him race, thus making me miss him that much more.

Your comfort driver

charles - something about his persaverance despite all the things that have happened in his life comforts me. he tries so hard and he is rewarded but also he has faced so much loss and pain (and ferrari stratagy) but he's always smiling and kind and respectful, something i think is conforting to see.

The driver you support no matter what

lewis - as a kid, lewis was the only f1 driver i knew a lot about. my gran is a massive lewis fan, and he was always nominated for the SPOTY (a british sports award ceremony) so he was the most present of the all the f1 drivers during the years where i didn't watch f1 a lot. his commitment to lgbtq+ rights and fighting discrimination within f1 is so admirable (especially in a sport than can be so toxic like f1) and he seems like such a kind person. i will always support him because i truely beleive he is one of the greatest of all time.

The driver you always talk about

nico rosberg - something about this man just collects in my brain and refuses to let me go. his story is FASCINATING from his begining in karting, the brocedes of it all and his retirement. his entire career feels like one big mystery that i just cant help but talk about. even my friends who know nothing about f1 have heard me explain the events of the 2016 far more times than i can remember.

The driver you're always proud of

alex - he is just one of those drivers i'm always looking for when the race is on. he's had such an up and down route through f1. from thinking he didn't have a seat, all the drama within his family, to joining red bull, getting kicked out and eventually turning williams into a more competitive team. truely resiliance that is so note worthy yet i feel like within the world of f1 alex is not talked about enough, especially considering the progress williams has made over the last year.

#7 drivers theory #there are defintly more drivers who i love that didnt make the list #but i think its a really interesting prompt to think about #:) sorry for the big photos if youre on mobile tumblr

[aspenmissing]

𝙰 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚍 (𝙿𝚝 𝟹)

Y/N runs down the stairs, startling Lillian who was cleaning the plates. She turns around to the frantic woman.

"What's with all the ruckus." Lillian questions, turning around fully while drying her hands with a cloth.

"Tyran's not in his bed, he's gone! He's gone to the cliff!" Y/N says.

"What! How he didn't walk past us, and he's on the second floor."

"Haybales under his window." Y/N rushes over to the door, swinging it open. "I need to go and get him before he gets there himself, it's too dangerous for him to climb!" Y/N turns to the woman. "I will look after him when your gone, I promise, and I'll do anything for him" She slams the door shut, leaving Lillian alone, worried for her grandson's safety yet also relaxed knowing he'll be in good hands.

Y/N rushed down the paths of the village, people looking at her as if she was a crazy woman. She doesn't stop running as she runs over the bridge and poofing into her wolf and disappearing into the forest line, unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching her do so. She doesn't stop running, jumping over branches and rocks, over lakes and wholes. She goes full speed till she makes it to the cliff. She poofs back into her human version and begins climbing, her nails digging into the rocks, pulling herself effortlessly up till she reaches the top, to which she begins looking around.

"Tyran!" She shouts into the cave atop the cliff, her voice echoing. "Tyran!" She looks over to the cliff edge, seeing the said boy on the side of it, swinging his legs back and forth on the edge. He stands up and looks at the woman, smiling sheepishly.

"I'm here." He says. Y/N runs over to him, hugging him tightly.

"I've told you to never come here yourself! It'd dangerous, you stupid stupid kid." She says, putting the boy down, crouching down in front of him. "Just look what you've done to yourself." She gestures to the bruises and scrapes on his arms and face. "And what if you slip huh? And I wasn't there to catch you like last time!"

"But I knew you would have caught me," Tyran says, shrugging and beginning to walk back to where the climbed up.

"Don't you dare walk away from me, you just gave me and your grandmother a run for their life right there! When I get you home your gonna apologize to your gran then you're grounded."

"You can't ground me, your not my mom."

"I'm not trying to be like your mother, Tyran! I'm just trying to make sure the boy I see as a son doesn't get himself killed!" Y/N's eyes widen at her confession, looking like the boy turns around to face her. "I-I mean, I want to make sure your grandmother doesn't lose any other family, s-she sees you as a son, a-and I see you as a kid brother, yeah, aha." Tyran smiles at the stuttering woman, walking over to her and hugging her.

"You may not be my biological mom, but in my eyes, you are like the mother I never got to have." He hugs her tighter. Y/N wraps her arms around the boy, sniffing with a soft smile.

"I love you kid."

"I love you too, mama." He says, nuzzling his face into her stomach. Y/N smiles, stroking the boy's head.

"You still grounded though." She says, chuckling. The boy sighs.

"I could tell."

And like that, Tyran and Lillian had gotten a new addition to their small and obscure family, Tyran starting to call Y/N more his mother and referring to her as that when talking to people. Lillian happily accepted the woman into her family, as said, seeing her as another daughter. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months and months to years flew by. Tyran and Y/N's bond becoming stronger and stronger.

However as the days did fly by, Lillian's sickness begins getting worse and worse, and about a few months later after Tyran's 10th birthday(Which is the one he celebrated before), she was put on bed rest. Y/N started doing everything around the house, Tyran helping wherever he can too. Y/N starts making Lillian teas to combat the sickness, easing her pain and slowing down the symptoms as much as she can. Tyran spend most of his day besides his grandmother, keeping her company by reading poems and stories to her, just as she had when he was younger.

2 Years Later

A now 12-year-old Tyran, sits in the kitchen, cutting up apple slices into a bowl. The sound of a kettle whistling fills the room, as he walks over to pour it into a cup. He grabs the bowl and the cup, walking into a room where Lillian lays, her weakened state laying back into the puffed up pillows, her skin dull with dark circles under her eyes. He smiles at her.

"Hey granny, got ya some apple slices here and some sweet honey tea." He places the cup and bowl on the bedside table, sitting on the chair beside the bed, holding Lillian's hand. She smiles weakly at the boy.

"Thank you, dear." She says, giving his hand a weak squeeze. She lets out a few coughs, wincing in pain as she places her other hand on her chest. She goes to reach for the cup before Tyran stops her.

"I've got it." He says, grabbing it and blowing on it before lifting it to Lillian's mouth, tilting it slightly so she could drink it. She finishes and he places it back down on the table.

"You know, I'm sure I'll be back up and cooking myself in a few days," Lillian says, smiling. Tyran smiles sadly at her, knowing she's trying to make him feel better.

"Yeah, I know you will granny. Your just as strong as a mama, you make her scared with just a wooden spoon." He chuckles.

"Because that wooden spoon is made by the devil himself." A voice says from behind Tyran. He turns to see Y/N, who is now in normal village attire, a bunch of flowers in her hold. "You try getting hit in the ass with that, it hurts." She walks over to the other side of the bed, changing out the now-dead flowers with the fresh ones.

"Language missy, there's a young gentleman in here," Lillian says, chuckling at the woman.

Of course." Y/N chuckles herself. "So how are you feeling today?"

"I'm getting better." She replies, Y/N shaking her head.

"Ya know you are smart but not that good of a liar," Y/N says, patting the elderly woman's hand. A knock at the door interrupts their moments.

"I'll go and get it," Tyran says, sitting up from the chair and walking over to the door, opening it. "Oh uh, hey Jake."

"Hey Ty, just came over to give you this pumpkin pie I baked with my mom," Jake says, smiling at the boy.

"Oh Uhm, you didn't have to," Tyran says.

"No I do, It's only fair to do this with how I treated you years ago. I know you forgave me but I just don't forgive myself." Tyran looks at him suspiciously.

"Tyran, who's at the door?" Y/N says, walking out of the bedroom and to the door.

"Just Jake, mama," Tyran replies. Y/N walks over to him, smiling.

"Oh, hello Jake. Is that pumpkin pie for us?" She asks, Jake nods, smiling. He holds it out to her. Y/N takes it, nodding. "Why thank you, I'm sure it's delicious."

"I'll be off now, I promised to help my mama do some gardening. See you around, Tyran." Jake says, walking off. Y/N walks into the kitchen, Tyran following after closing the door. He watches as Y/N throws the pie into the bin. "You know, you would have thought after a year of still trying to poison me with wolfsbane, he would have stopped by now when he sees it's not working."

"Yup, what a waste of a pumpkin pie though," Tyran says, sitting at the table. Y/N walks into Lillian's room, sitting on the chair and holding her frail hand, rubbing the knuckles with her thumb softly.

"Did he try again?" Lillian asks, Y/N nods causing Lillian to frown. "I'm sorry that you have to fear this place...always keeping one eye open when you sleep."

"Nonsense, I've been running from death for years. I can handle a little kid." Y/N says, patting her hand gently. "Besides, it's only him who I've smelt wolfsbane on, so I don't eat anything he's given me."

"But you should still...be able to live a normal life here, without worrying."

"This is normal for me, I'll be fine," Y/N says. "Besides, nothing scarier than that wooden spoon of yours." Y/N chuckles, causing Lillian to let out a little laugh, only to make her cough harshly. Y/N gives her hand a slight squeeze, holding back a frown. "Now, I'm going to go to the next town over, and get some more of your favourite tea." She holds Lillian's hand close to her lips, gently kissing her knuckles. "Don't let Tyran do anything crazy, I know your laying in bed but you still can throw your shoe at him or something if he acts up."

"Of course I can, I'm not entirely useless," Lillian says, smiling.

"Of course, your not, as Tyran said, you're stronger than me." Y/N smiles before standing up, making sure Lillian is tucked. "Now get some sleep, I'll be back by the time you wake up."

Y/N walks out of the room, closing the door gently. She changed into some travelling attire, adorned with her cloak and a bag. She walks over to Tyran, smiling at the boy.

"I'm gonna be going to the town next over to get your grandma some more of her tea, okay, your gonna manage the house while I'm gone." She says, Tyran nods.

"Of course I am! I can look after myself and granny all by myself!" He says, smiling at her. She chuckles, ruffling his hair.

"You sure can buddy, now I'll be back a little after tea, so a few hours or so. But should be back before dark. Will you behave?" She asks.

"Yes mama, I'll behave. I promise." He says.

"Good." Y/N tied the empty bag to her belt alongside her money bag, heading to the door. "I'll see you later, don't forget to get yourself and your grandma something to eat and drink. And I'll be sure to bring back a little extra treat for us." She says, causing Tyran to get excited. She closes the door and begins walking out of the village, a pair of eyes watching with a smirk.

Y/N is leaving Stratford village, having bought Lillian her tea and is holding a boxed sponge, jam and coconut cake. She smells the box, her mouth nearly drooling.

"Oh I can't wait to eat this beauty, it smells delicious." She says, smiling to herself as she walks down the dirt path through the forest. She hears the crunching of leaves but ignores them as it being just animals. She stops in her tracks, sniffing...Animals don't smell of sweat-

She moves her head to the side slightly, just missing a thrown dagger. She growls, looking in the direction in which it came in. She listens again and hears the snap of a twig behind her, she jumps out of the way, yet again missing a thrown dagger. She growls again, looking around in all directions, smelling and listening to hear everything and anyone who could be near.

"There's 3 of you...and it seems you know who I am because I can smell wolfsbane," Y/N says. As if on cue, 3 men walk out of the forest, surrounding Y/N. "Now look fellas, it's been a long day, I just wanna get home and eat this delicious cake with my family, is that too much to ask for. I'll forget this even happened."

"You're not going back to Vroncaster, at least not without a few chains around you." One of the men day, throwing chains on the ground. Y/N looks at him.

"Look pal, I'm not into that sorta stuff." She jokes, causing the men to become flustered, but continue to stay calm.

"Look we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Y/N sighs, putting down the cake. She holds her hands up in surrender. One of the men grab the chains, walking over to her but before he could touch her, he's grabbed by the arm and swung over to one of the other men, the one not attacked becomes distracted, giving Y/N time to jump forwards, poofing into her wolf form and landing on top of the man, snarling and growling at him. She pushes her paws on his shoulders, causing him to hit his head on the floor and become disorientated. She hears the other two men begin to get up before growling at them, halting them in their movement. She poofs back into her human, smirking and grabbing a hold of the cake.

"Guess it was the easy way huh." She jokes, turning around with closed eyes only to feel dust being blown into her face. Her eyes shoot open, before widening in shock...

"Y-You, but ho-" Y/N drops the cake, falling to the ground, her body weakened and limp. She tries to sit up, but a boot lands across her face, knocking her back down. A feminine chuckle enters Y/N's ears, as she stares up at the woman.

"My son is no liar, I believed him the second he told me about you." She says, "But of course, I couldn't tell anyone I believed him, or I'd seem crazy so I had to play the mother who has a wild imagination kid. And people believed it." She chuckles, her cold eyes staring down at the shaking woman.

"You h-helped him, didn't you."

"With getting the wolfsbane? Yes, of course, I did. I couldn't help but overhear these gentlemen." She gestures to the 3 men on the floor, starting to get up. "That they were hunting a werewolf, who had passed through Stratford one day, and would you know you turned up in the next village not long after that."

"And she paid a good price for us to help her get you."

"I knew you wouldn't eat the foods that my son brought you, so I decided this was the best way. And I waited a year to see if you have any patterns, and I found that you go to Stratford on the same day and you take about the same time to get there and back"

"Y-You bit-" Y/N chokes out.

"Shhh." Jake's mother, Agnes, shushes, smirking down to the woman. "Let's get you back to the village, don't wanna be too late now do we." She says, before kicking Y/N hardly in the head, knocking her out.

Back in Vroncaster, Tyran is sat staring out the window, waiting for Y/N to come back home. His foot taps against the floor. He sighs, heading into his grandmother's room, sitting on the chair.

"Not back yet?" Lillian asks. Tyran shakes his head, a worried expression across his face. "Don't worry dear, she'll be fine. I'm sure she's taking her time because he doesn't want to mess up whatever she's bringing back for us."

"Yeah but she has long legs you know, she can walk fast." He says.

"I'm sure she has a good enough reason as to why she's taking her time," Lillian says, calming the boy down.

"Yeah, your probably right." Tyran's frown turns into excitement.

"Tyran, dear, could you reach into my bedside table and take out the book on the top for me please." Tyran nods, doing so. He notices it's empty, tilting his head in confusion.

"You want an empty book? Granny you know you shouldn't be writing as much."

"It's not for my dear, it's for you." Tyran looks to her in confusion, looking down at the cover to see it says his name as well as adventures below his name. "I and Y/N have been talking... about when I'm gone." Tyran frowns at this.

"Don't talk like that, you're not gone, not yet, so don't talk about that, please," Tyran says, his eyes slightly tearing up. Lillian rests her hand on top of Tyran's.

"When I'm gone, we've decided that you'll stay in the village with Y/N till your 16...then she'll take you away and out into the world." Tyran's eyes slightly widen.

"R-Really?" He questions. Lillian nods, smiling at the boy.

"And in that book, your gonna write down all your discoveries...about the things you've seen...the people you've met...everything...And once it's full, your gonna bring it back to my grave, and tell me all about them." Tyran looks from the book to his grandmother, his tears now falling down his cheeks as he hugs his grandmother, making sure to not hug too tight.

"I love you, granny, I love you so much! I don't want you to go, I wanna live my adventures and come back to you and tell them to you over pie, not to your grave." Tyran cries, "I don't want you to leave me." Lillian can't help but let her tears fall, hugging the boy back as tightly as she can.

"I love you too, Tyran. And I don't want to leave you either, but I know I have to. Don't you remember the poem, dear... Death is beautiful because it represents change. It's fate. I must die here so that book will be filled with the many adventures you'll go on...And it'll change you into the person you'll become for those adventures..." Tyran sniffs, as the two sit in silence, relishing in the peace.

Yells are suddenly heard from outside as Tyran and Lillian look out of the window in her bedroom. Tyran stands up, looking out to see a crowd forming and walking to the centre of town.

"What's going on?" Lillian questions.

"I have no idea, I'm going to go and look." Tyran goes to walk out.

"Be careful," Lillian says. Tyran smiles at her, nodding, leaving Lillian on her own. Tyran makes his way out of his house, following people to the centre of town.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asks one of the villagers, they look at him.

"They said they've caught something. They're from the next town over." The man replies to Tyran. The boy looks worried, making his way through the crowd before he reaches the opening. He sees 3 men in the centre, as well as Jake's mother and Jake. However something, in particular, catches his eye, someone in the dead centre, resting on their knees with their hands chained behind their back, a bag over their head.

"We come from Stratford, the next town over!" One of the men shouts. "Over there, our people caught sight of what was to be a Beastmen!" The crows erupt in gasps and whispers. "It left out village but this heroic mother and her son, came to us, telling us that it sought refuge in your village! And they've managed to find out who it is." Tyran shakes his head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you! The Beastmen!" Time seems to slow down when one of the men grab the bag and pull it off the person's head, revealing a bruised up Y/N, her eye puffed up, blood trailing down her nose and mouth. She looks so...tired and weak...

"Let her go!" Tyran shouts, running forwards only for the 3rd man to grab him, holding him back.

"Stay away from her boy, she's nothing but a cold-blooded killer! She'll snap you with her jaw the first chance she gets! I should know because she did it to me!" He says. He pulls Tyran back away from Y/N, who looks at him with a sad expression.

"What is going on, let me through!" The chief exclaims, pushing through the crowns and into the open circle, seeing the scene. "What in god's name is happening here! I demand you to let that woman go, she's done nothing wrong!" He says.

"That's not true, she's the Beastmen!" Agnes shouts. "My son was right, she's nothing but a beast, she attacked these men! Just look at them, all bruised up and cut because she turned into a wolf and attacked them!"

"Because you attacked her, she has every right to fight to protect herself." Audric shouts. "You know I expected better from you Agnes, I understood your son's behaviour but yours!" He looks to the men, angry. "Give me the boy." He holds his hand out to Tyran, who the man lets go and Tyran goes to Audric, who puts Tyran behind him." Now I'll say it again, I demand you to let Y/N go." Agnes walks over to Y/N, who weakly looks up to her. Agnes grabs her by her chin before smirking, putting her hand in her pocket and grabbing some wolfsbane dust, blowing it into her face.

"Let her go," Agnes says to the man holding her chain. He nods, letting her go. Y/N once again falls to her hands and knees, holding her head as the wolfsbane affects her.

"What did you do to her!" Tyran shouts, going to jump forwards to help Y/N, only to be stopped by Audric.

"What was that you blew in her face." He asks.

"It was wolfsbane, you know, the thing that affects only werewolves like this." She gestures to Y/N. "It proves that she's a Beastmen." The crowd surrounding them gasped again at the information.

"She's the beast?"

"But she's helping all of us."

"What do we do with her now?"

"We need to kill her."

Everyone begins whispering to each other before people begin yelling at her, shouting threats to the woman they once believed to have been a friend. Y/N begins growling, clawing at her head before she poofs into her wolf form, snarling and growling at everyone. Everyone screams and they begin to run away, as Y/N goes to attack one of the men, only for another to grab a hold of the chain again, pulling her back.

"See! She's nothing but a wild beast! A killer!" He shouts. One of the 3 men then kicks Y/N in the stomach, causing her to fall to the ground whining. "But at last the wolfsbane makes her weak. Please, everyone, do your village a favour, and kill the beast!" The townspeople, look hesitant before some grab rocks and begin throwing them at Y/N.

"Protect your families! Your friends! From this beast!" Agnes shouts as she and Jake throw rocks at Y/N. Audric is frozen at the new information.

"Stop! She hasn't hurt anyone!" Tyran shouts, running in the centre to cover the injured wolf, himself getting rocks hitting off him. He yells in pain every time one hits him, but he doesn't care.

He'll protect his mama just like she had with him. Y/N however opens her eyes, seeing Tyran crying in pain yet not moving from protecting her. She shakily stands up, causing everyone to panic yet not stop throwing rocks at her. She used her large body to cover what she can of Tyran, making sure to get the rocks to hit her rather than Tyran. Audric looks at the scene, his eyes widening...She may be a beast, but she is just like any other human. Any other mother, protecting their child from harm...

"Stop! Everyone I demand you to stop!" Audric shouts, causing everyone to freeze. They turn to him.

"W-What are you doing?! Quick, keep going till she's dead or she'll kill us all!" Agnes stutters. Everyone looks to Audric, who walks over to Tyran and Y/N. The wolf looks up to the elder man with half-lidded eyes, he smiles softly at her, patting her on the head.

"You truly don't mean any harm to us. We're sorry." He says. Y/N poofs into human form, her arms now wrapped around Tyran tightly, pulling him into her chest. She weakly smiles up at Audric.

"T-Thank you for saving him..." She says, looking down at Tyran. This causes Audric to be shocked again, she doesn't care about herself and only Tyran, she'd happily cover Tyran and get injured heavily than him getting the worst. Audric turns to the townspeople.

"Can't you see! She's just like any of us!" He says. "She's helped us feed our young by going out to pick fruit or farm, she travels to the different villages to get food for us when we run low. She helps out men plough the fields, grab water from the well and build. She's helped our women cook, teach them ways to grow the plant themselves and look after our young. Mothers, look to your children! Wouldn't you do anything to protect them?" He gestures to Y/N and Tyran. "Even if it means covering them from stones being thrown at them, and you instead of getting hit."

"B-But she's a beast!" Agnes shouts.

"Yes! She may not be what you call a beast! But she is as much human as you are... I mean, don't we all have beasts inside of us!" The townspeople look to one another, before dropping the stones. They all look to Tyran and Y/N with sorrow, guilty for what they've done. Audric looks to the 3 men. "I want you 3 out of my village right now, and take those two with you." He points to Agnes and Jake, who looked shocked.

"B-But where will we go?!" Agnes questions.

"Anywhere but here! I'll let you get your things before leaving." Y/N shakily stands up, Tyran helping her as she limps. The crowd part to let them past as they walk slowly back to their home.

---

They open the door, the home cold and dull. Y/N leans against the wall, while Tyran rushes off to the kitchen to get supplies to help Y/N. She slowly makes her way to Lillian's room, using the wall to help her. She slowly walks in, seeing no lights on and thinks she's sleeping. She walks over to the chair, sitting down.

"I'm back Lillian, told you I'd be back...I mean I had was bringing back a cake but I kinda, uhm dropped it...Got into a little bit of a fight, but I'm fine now... They know that I'm a Beastmen now, now the Reaper. Thankfully... But they accept me, and Agnes and Jake are getting kicked out...I think everything's gonna be okay now." She sees the open book on Lillian's lap. "Guess you've told him huh, wonder how he took it. I'll look after him, Lily, I pro-" Y/N goes to hold her hand, only to freeze and her breath stops, she can sense it...No heartbeat...

She looks at Lillian with her mouth ajar, struggling for words before she begins to quietly weep, upset and angry that she and Tyran weren't beside her when she died, that she had to die alone. She looks to her face, seeing a small smile on her face. Deep down Y/N knew that Lillian didn't mind dying without them beside her because she knew that it was best to pass away without herself and Tyran seeing her do so.

"I've got some bandaged and a cloth for yo-" Tyran stops in his tracks, Y/N looks to him and he sees her teary expression, knowing what's happened. He drops the things in his hands and begins screaming and crying.

"No, no no NO. GRANNY!" He cries out. In the open book, the first page reads:

"Carry the bear, then you'll carry my spirit. I'll always be with you, forever and always."

#Seven Deadly Sins #king x reader #reader insert #Seven Deadly Sins Fandom #Fanfiction #Seven Deadly Sins Fanfiction #SDS

[dilapidatedmooneel]

15 Questions

I was tagged by @pia-writes-things, whom has now prompted me to spiral back into tumblr life

Are you named after anyone? No, my chosen name, Lee, nor my given name were after someone

When was the last time you cried? Sobbing probably a month or two after my grans funeral like a year and a half ago and just a lil cry I can't remember maybe like a weak or two

Do you have kids? Nope, the only children I shall ever have are animals

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes

What sports do you play/have played? I have done a lot, basketball, GAA, Football, a bit of horse riding, gymnastics. I am currently playing field hockey at competitive level and rollerskate. Im quite athletic but also have two left feet

What's the first thing you notice about people? Hair I think, like you can tell so much by how it looks how it's taken care of and it's one of the really annoying things to draw so like yeah? Then posture and voice you can learn a lot by both things

What's your eye color? Blue

Scary movies or happy endings? Imo scary movies typically are nonsensical and filled with plot holes when you actually watch it and overall I would go for a happy ending over a scary movies but I much prefer a good scary movie

Any special talents? No clue really 🤷, I draw, I write, I make some mean pain au Chocolats and I do them quite well overall I find I'm above average on a couple skills?? But that might just be ego inflation due to compliments?

Where were you born? Dublin, Ireland

What are your hobbies? Drawing, writing, hyperfixating on dying fandoms, baking, hockey, skating, binge watching stuff

Do you have pets? I do an adorable mutt named Roxy who is every colour

How tall are you? 5'5

Favorite subject in school? History, Classic and chemistry

Dream job? IDKKKKKK I need to know but I don't, either a barista tattoo artist (there is this real cool place that do that both cafe and tattoo studio at the same time so ya can pop in for coffee, a tattoo or both), a writer of some sort (Like I would be happy to be doing any type), or some historical studies and regayifying history idk

Mutuals for tagging

Idk I feel bad tagging but if anyone sees this and wants to do this fire ahead

#15 questions #get to know me

[bazmichaels]

Early Me

Well now, since this is my memoir, I suppose I need to talk about me from this point forward. That’s a little uncomfortable for me, but I’ve decided to tell my story for posterity. It’s not flashy or exciting, but if you have any reason to learn about my life, I’ll tell you everything I can remember. As I begin writing this memoir, I am 60 years old. My memory isn’t what used to be, but I’ll do my best to pull out as much as possible from my memory banks. So here I was, just as cute as can be. Probably not too long after we moved into Gran and Daddy’s house. You’re never too young to start good dental hygiene practices.

And this is me and my older sister Linda, taking the fashion world by storm.

My very first memories are of my grandparents’ house on Gettysburg Road in San Antonio. My mother had moved back in with her folks after the divorce, but now she had a couple of kids with her. The picture on right, courtesy of Google Street Maps, is what the house and front yard looks like today (2022).

It was a bit less overgrown back in the ‘60s, but it’s basically what I remember when I was a kid, and when I drove by there on a visit to San Antonio around 2012. The scraggly tree up by the sidewalk is a mesquite tree, and they grow all over Southwest Texas. There was also at least one in the backyard. I remember these iconic Southwest trees would drop seedpods on the ground, and they were strangely entertaining to play with.

But the strongest memories are of the long, sharp, and sturdy thorns. I don’t know how many times I was speared by one of these painful adversaries, but it was a lot. I liked going outside in my bare feet, particularly in a steamy summer rainstorm, but I learned quickly to stay out from under the mesquite trees unless fully shoed; and even then, you would run the risk of a mighty thorn penetrating the soul of your shoes. And never, ever, fall under a mesquite tree. The house itself doesn’t look that big, but it does go back a ways from the front. We almost never used the front door that you can see from the street. We would go in and out of the door that came out onto the carport.

Daddy parked his sweet Buick Electra in the carport when he was home, and my mom’s super-hot green Mustang was there, too, when she got home from work.

In the meantime, it was a great place to play. I’d throw balls off the wall, practice kickball, even practice archery in there. I remember one time when my uncle used the smooth cement floor as a standing slip-n-slide, which ended up with him breaking his nose. Behind the carport was a fairly large storage room that we referred to as the garage.

When you went into the kitchen from the carport, you would go into the dining room. The dining room had (I think) two tables where you could eat, But the main things were the radio and a black and white TV. Gran would play the radio, and she would let my sister and I control the station. Songs I specifically remember were Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head, The Streak, and The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Daddy would watch the TV in the dining room when he was home, usually with a Pearl beer. That TV had rabbit ears and Daddy was able to pick up a couple of stations out of Mexico. He loved to watch the bullfights on TV. He told us that when he was a kid still in Mexico, he and his brothers and friends would climb into bull pens and run across them – trying not to get killed. I also remember watching baseball with Daddy on the dining room TV. The Orioles were on national TV quite often, and my favorite players were Jim Palmer, Brooks Robinson, and big ole Boog Powell.

Boog was just a great big beefy, strong dude. He cut the ends of his sleeves off to show off his massive arms. He took huge swings and hit massive bombs. Palmer was a pretty boy, but he threw gas. Brooks Robinson was the most athletic third baseman of his era. He was a vacuum cleaner at the hot corner and made spectacular plays with regularity.

On weekday afternoons, Gran would watch her shows, i.e., soap operas and game shows. I’d watch some of the game shows like Hollywood Squares, Password, and Let’s Make a Deal, but the only soap I had any interest in was Dark Shadows, the adventures of the vampire Barnabus Collins. I thought that was so cool.

To the right of the dining room was an extension to the house that served as my Uncle Bob’s room, when he was home from college. The thing I remember most about Bob’s room was his album collection – especially as I got a little older: Cheech & Chong, George Carlin, Herb Alpert (album cover), Carly Simon (album cover).

The large living room was to the left of the dining room (as you look in from the carport). It was sort of divided into two sections: the music room and the TV room. You entered the music room from the central hallway and then proceeded to the TV room, which was where the front door was. The music room had a piano and a very nice organ.

Daddy played both very well, but I think he really preferred playing the organ. I loved watching him play the organ, with the more complex foot pedals and some mystery knobs that he would occasionally fiddle with. His father was a preacher who wrote hymns in Spanish. I was actually contacted by a researcher recently who wanted to know something about one of his hymns (I had no clue). No one else in the family seemed to play. I was forced to take a few weeks of piano lessons, learned to play Born Free, gave a recital, hated it, and quit because I would rather play outside. Regrets? I’ve had a few.

The other half of the living room is where we would watch the color TV.

While Daddy and I were happy watching baseball and Mexican bullfighting on the black and white TV, we always watched football, and by that, I mean the Dallas Cowboys, as a family on the color TV. I specifically remember the Cowboys/Redskins game on Thanksgiving Day in 1974, the last year we would watch football as a family, before we moved to Ohio. Starting Hall of Fame quarterback Roger Staubach went down with a concussion with 10 minutes left in the 3rd quarter and the Cowboys down 16-3. Rookie quarterback Clint Longley came in and started throwing bombs to his wide receivers, including the game winning 50-yard TD pass with 28 seconds left in the game. Very memorable game, obviously.

Other than Cowboys football, we watched shows on all 3 network channels on the color TV. Shows like The Brady Bunch (how you doing, Marsha, Marsha, Marsha?), Bewitched, I Dream of Jeanni, Gilligan’s Island (sup Mary Ann?), The Partridge Family, Get Smart, Dick Van Dyke, The Lucy Show, The Six Million Dollar Man, Wonder Woman, Star Trek, and Laugh In. My sister and I watched cartoons, but I preferred to be outside whenever the sun was up. But we watched Bugs Bunny and his Warner Bros pals, Popeye, and The Flintstones (not my favorites), Bullwinkle (a work of pure unadulterated genius), and my favorite cartoon – the classic Johnny Quest. There were other cartoons I watched, but I think those came after the time I was living at the Gettysburg house. Other TV shows I think I watched at least a few times on that color TV were: Love, American Style; That Girl; Flipper; Tarzan*; The Flying Nun; Marcus Welby, M.D.; I Spy; The Mod Squad; Room 222; The Andy Williams Show; Gentle Ben; The Lawrence Welk Show; Please Don't Eat The Daisies; Julia; Here Come the Brides; A Family Affair; Batman; The Beverly Hillbillies; The Carol Burnett Show; The Andy Griffith Show; The Addams Family; The Munsters; The Wonderful World of Disney; The Twilight Zone; The Courtship of Eddie's Father; Hogan's Heroes; Mission: Impossible; Bonanza; The Ed Sullivan; Dragnet; Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom; The Monkees; Lost in Space; American Bandstand; My Three Sons; Daniel Boone; Green Acres; McHale's Navy; Petticoat Junction; The Smothers Brothers; Wide World of Sports; F Troop; Gomer Pyle; Petticoat Junction; My Three Sons.

I had a metal Tarzan lunchbox with Tarzan fighting a lion with a knife. It was cool.

The rest of the house was where the bathroom and the bedrooms were. I don’t really remember too much about that part of the house. Just treating my various injuries in the bathroom, where we kept the medical supplies. The coolest thing was when I’d get an earache, Gran would roll up a piece of newspaper, stick the pointy end in my ear, and light the other end on fire. We’d do that by the toilet so we could throw the flaming paper into the toilet before it caught my head on fire. Did it work? I have no idea – but I still remember it. I spent tons of time in the backyard. I remember it seeming enormous to me as a kid. When I went back to visit as an adult, it really wasn’t that big. Funny. It had a couple of mesquite trees that forced you to watch out for thorns, but there were some wide-open spaces for running around and playing sports. My uncle and I had some epic throwing sessions with both footballs and baseballs. My uncle was a fast runner, and I got good at a young age at throwing passes to a receiver on the run. My uncle also introduced me to the phrase “if you can touch it, you can catch it". I got good at catching, too. Something I would do by myself in the backyard was play with little green toy soldiers.

There was a patch of dirt around the tetherball pole that was my battlefield. My uncle found it appalling that I would ‘play’ like that. I get it now, but it didn’t mean anything to me back then. When I went back as an adult, I found a toy soldier in the lawn where the battlefield was, and the memories all came rushing back.

The garage was the place of the earliest event I can remember. The garage had a bunch of tools, stacks and stacks of National Geographic magazines, a refrigerator, a bathroom, yard tools, and I’m sure other stuff I never noticed. One rule that was thrust upon me by my overlords at an early age was that I was not allowed to open the refrigerator. That was the dumbest rule I ever heard, said three-year-old me, so, one day, I slipped into the garage when the fascist grown-ups looked away for a moment, and I used all my considerable toddler strength and opened that goddamn refrigerator door. I peered inside the belly of the beast and staring back at me was an ice-cold bottle of Coca Cola, which at the time was literally crack. With no idea how I would open the bottle cap, I got so excited I grabbed the bottle and started running, with a rush of excitement I’d never felt before. I’ve always been bottom heavy, so I was a good runner even at a young age; however, I was not used to running with anything as heavy and slippery as a 12 oz bottle of Coke. I stumbled. As I was falling, of course, I dropped the bottle. Did I mention it was a glass bottle? That’s how we rolled back in the day. So, I’m falling; I drop the bottle; it breaks on the ground; I finish falling by putting my hands out to break my fall; my left hand comes down on a chard of broken glass; I start to bleed my own blood. The grownups were right outside the garage, so they got to see me bleed all over the place. They were able to whisk me away to some sort of medical facility, where I received a couple of butterfly stiches and a lollypop for my troubles. I’ve had the scar on my hand my whole life. This reminds me of another incident that took place before I can remember it. I’m not sure how old I was, but I was apparently climbing/crawling around a glass coffee table. No, I didn’t fall through and break the glass, but I did fall face first and got a big gash between my eyebrows. Heads bleed a lot, so my mom took me to a medical facility – I wonder if it was the same one as the one for my hand. The doctor decided the gash was big enough to warrant stitches. Well, when the doctor started the first stich, the skin on my forehead opened up, and my mother caught a glimpse of my skull. She passed out. Fortunately, there were many medical professionals nearby to take care of her.

As much as I loved hanging out in my grandparents’ backyard, once I was old enough to ride a bicycle with proficiency, I would spend as much time as I could on my bicycle. I loved my bike. I don’t remember exactly how it looked, but it was a Huffy – the greatest kids bike ever made, and it wasn’t super expensive. I remember it had a banana seat and sparkly gold paint. It was as tough as a Sherman tank. It survived crashes, jumps, spinouts, wheelies, and countless rides through the woods. I don’t even remember who they were, but some friends and I would ride our bikes out into the woods and be gone all day. Everything was cool as long as I was back for dinner. Sometimes, one of us would find some dirty magazines in the woods. We didn’t know what we were looking at, but those were good days – we felt like men on those days.

One day, we found a BB gun in the woods. I think it was the only time I ever shot one of those. We shot rocks and trees. I remember one time when I had the BB gun and I saw a sparrow sitting on a tree branch. It was another opportunity for me to be a man. I slowly raised the weapon and set my sites on my helpless prey. I lined up the target perfectly. I expelled the air from mu lings and was perfectly still. When I pulled the trigger, I could see the projectile exit the barrel, limp toward the imperiled creature, and take a lazy right turn and land harmlessly in the leaves under the tree. That BB gun was crap. But I started feeling a little queasy after a while. What if the BB gun could shoot straight and I killed that little bird? I had no right to take its life. I was certainly not going to eat it. It would have been a senseless murder of an innocent creature. I realized then that I don’t have the shooting/killing gene. If that makes me soft, I don’t care.

I never had my own paper route, but I was happy to help a friend of mine that had one. We’d divide up the prep work and the routes based on the number of kids that showed up to help the guy who owned the route. I thought it was kind of fun and I got to ride my bike and make a little money. Just a little wholesome child labor to teach kids the value of a hard day’s work.

[saviorofunicornsinneed]

I need fanfics of the Madrigals reacting to Waiting on a Miracle.

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[meganlpie]

My Daughter

Based on this request: Hi Meg, could I request an oneshot/imagine where Neville Longbottom holds his newborn daughter for the first time, after his wife (the reader) gives birth, and he goes all soft, please? Thank you so much!!

Here you are, lovely! I do not own Neville.

Warnings: FLUFF!!!!!!!! It's a little short.

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

Neville stared in awe at the little bundle in his arms. Growing up, he never thought he'd have this. He had been an awkward and chubby kid and a horribly inept wizard. But you had always looked passed that. After the Second Wizard War, Neville had been labeled a hero and that was when the attention of both young men and young women started coming. You waited on the outskirts of that, but you still waited. You were there. So it came of no surprise to Neville's friends when the two of you got married.

After that, Neville's confidence had grown leaps and bounds. He embraced his passion for Herbology and took over for Professor Sprout when she retired. He had a good job, a beautiful wife, and now a lovely little daughter. "She's beautiful, love," Neville whispered to you, finally tearing his eyes away from the baby girl. You smiled tiredly at him. "Just like her father then. I think I'll get some sleep now. Wake me when she's hungry?" Neville nodded and your eyes closed softly.

Neville sat down in the chair near your bed. There was a part of him that wanted to go down to the ward where his parents were. They still didn't remember him most of the time, but he thought they should at least meet their grandchild. But perhaps that wasn't the best idea. At least his Gran would get to meet her after a while.

Once more, Neville looked at the baby's face and smiled. She hadn't opened her eyes yet but Neville hoped that she would have his eyes simply because if she had yours, Neville knew he'd give that little baby anything she wanted at every opportunity (like she didn't already have him wrapped around her finger, just like you did). Neville never thought he could love someone he just met so much. But he was also nervous. He didn't have much experience with babies. What if she hated him? What if he wasn't good at being a father?

Those worries plagued his mind until the baby girl began fussing. She'd just eaten right before you fell asleep, so he knew that wasn't it. Nappy was clean as well. Puzzled, Neville began rocking softly. The baby calmed a bit, but made noises that weren't exactly happy. Not that Neville could tell yet. Without even thinking Neville began to sing a lullaby his Gran had been teaching him.

He sang softly and watched as the child calmed and drifted off to sleep herself. He grinned, but continued on. He didn't realize that his voice had woken you up and you were listening intently. Neville didn't stop until he suddenly looked up to find you staring. He nearly jumped. A warm blush painted his cheeks. "How long have you been awake?"

"Enough to hear that you've been holding out on me, Neville Longbottom. I had no idea you could sing." His blush deepened and he shook his head before looking down once more. "She's so perfect. So precious," he whispered and you laughed tiredly. "She is. We did good, Nev. And you, love, are already a wonderful father."

It was like you'd read his mind. Granted, it was always like that, but now it meant so much more. "You think so?" You sat up slowly, wincing a bit at the pain you were feeling. "Neville, you were by my side the entire pregnancy, which I protested numerous times. You made sure we have everything we need. You protect us and you love us. You listen to me when I have problems, even if they make you uncomfortable, something that will serve you well when she's a teenager. That little girl is the luckiest child on the planet because she has you for a father."

Careful not to jostle the baby too much, Neville leaned over and placed a kiss to your lips. "I love you," you whispered. "I love you too. Get a little more rest." As your eyes closed, Neville glanced down at the girl. "And I love you, my sweet daughter." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the baby's eyes began to open for the first time. When her eyes met his, Neville knew he found the only other person he would love for the rest of his life.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[mostly-mundane-atla]

I'd like to think some time after the series canon Sokka and Katara went home for a special festival, probably one that couldn't be properly celebrated for a while out of fear that the Fire Nation navy would take notice and raid them while their guard was down. And at one point Katara asks Sokka if they can talk alone. He says yes and follows her away from the crowd.

"I know he's not a little kid like in Gran Gran's stories," she says, "but.... Actually, nevermind, it's stupid."

"It might be," Sokka says in that almost callous older brother way, which earns him a dirty look from Katara. "Tell me anyway."

She's tentative to gather her thoughts. "Do you," she falters, "do you think Jet's in the lights?"

And he follows her skyward gaze and sees them. The milky ribbon of lights he grew up with, soft green in color, with touches of white and purple, dancing before the stars. He remembers the stories of children who never grew up, who passed on before they got the chance.

The tears in Katara's eyes tell him exactly what she's thinking. Sokka knows his sister. He knows her compassion and anguish as if it was his own. He knows she's thinking of the boy who couldn't use his legs with a blackmailed father and the girl sent to a maximum security prison and what Zuko told them of his travels, the scarred refugee girl and the farmer's son almost taken away by the local military. She burns for them and everything the world put them through, but more painful than that is she knows they're the lucky ones. They were the ones that survived.

And Sokka sees this and can't find it in his hear to be snarky. Instead, the smile he cracks is genuine and his answer is unironic. "Yeah, Jet's in the lights," he says, watching them move like glowing water in the sky. "And he's playing ball with all the Air Nomad kids."

And Katara dries her tears and smiles herself as she says "I like that," just loud enough for him to hear.

Something about it takes Sokka back to when he was little and still saw magic in everything. "Katara, put your hood up!" he orders as he begins to whistle and the lights jolt around even more wildly than before. She giggles like she did when she was still only as tall as their father's knee and whistles with him as he holds her hood in place on her head.

And they go back to rejoin the celebrations. Aang is full of wonder around so many masked dancers and Toph is delighted to hear the drums like a heartbeat and the unfamilar singing so full of energy and excitement. Katara looks back at the lights and swears she can see the messy-haired boy who lived in the trees. He looks different. His armor has long since been cast away from him and his hands look like they've never held a sword in his life. He looks happy and carefree and seems to be kicking a ball to bald children jumping higher than children should be able to jump.

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