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xxlittle0birdxx · 1 month

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Do you ever think that in an alternate universe, Jaime doesn’t really mind when Tormund — and only Tormund — calls him Kingkiller? Because the tone and intent is a complete 180 from what’s said in the Seven Kingdoms.

Tormund says it with respect and admiration. Tormund understands why Jaime did it.

It’s a compliment in Tormund’s mouth, not a slur or insult.

#jaime lannister #tormund giantsbane #tormund calling jaime kingkiller #it’s a term of respect from tormund #game of thrones #au game of thrones

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xxlittle0birdxx · 3 months

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Gonna throw out something crazy. See what sticks. Maybe nothing, hopefully something:

In about 3 months, the US is getting a total solar eclipse. I am a Librarian at a Public Library hosting an event.

Now, I KNOW every corner of the globe has mythology on this very cool astrological event. Many with neat monsters/creatures to go with. It is difficult to find images of said creatures. Sometimes even difficult to find the mythology from various parts of the world. Almost impossible to find coloring pages.

I live in a tiny town, and I am doing everything I can to expand the horizons of the kiddos who live here, and they go bananas for a good story out loud, especially if they have something to do with their hands while listening, like pictures to color in.

I call on the artists of the internet. If you know of a myth about Solar Eclipse, please add on to this post. Tell me the basic myth, tell me the country/culture of origin, and please please please, add a cool picture I can turn into a coloring page. Artist names will be left on pictures for admirers to go look them up, and I hope artists see this as a fun challenge.

I don’t even know if Tumbler in English language has that much of an international presence but… 🤷🏻‍♀️ Here’s hoping.

#support libraries ❤️#librarians #library programs #library programming #solar eclipse #indigenous content

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xxlittle0birdxx · 3 months

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The music abruptly stopped, and a few minutes later, the door opened a mere crack. One bright green eye appeared, followed by the rest of Harry, clad in an old and faded Fitchburg Finches t-shirt and an equally ragged pair of joggers. ‘I should have called,’ Ginny said, all at once self-conscious. ‘I listened to the match, and for some stupid reason thought you’d like…’ She trailed off, face reddening. 'This didn't sound nearly as stupid in my head. I thought you might like some company, but clearly you'd rather be alone.'

Harry opened the door wider and gestured for her to come inside before she could babble her way off his doorstep. ‘Never call,’ he said. ‘Always show up.’

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xxlittle0birdxx · 3 months

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please put in the tags the worst book you’ve read in its entirety!!

#american wife #such a slog #not a single redeeming quality #besides #who the fuck wants to read rpf based off a heinous president?

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xxlittle0birdxx · 4 months

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Leia pasted a public smile on her face. The kind that would have earned her an approving nod from her mother. Luke noticed it didn't reach her eyes. There was also something vaguely familiar about her. Something about the wealth of glossy brown hair and wide brown eyes reminded him of his mother. She certainly didn't resemble either of her parents. 'Hi,' he murmured. His arms tightened around the clone.

'Hello.' She couldn't keep her eyes off the toy in his arms, and he noticed.

'It's Commander Cody,' he told her with the beginnings of a shy smile. 'My father knew him.' He turned the toy around to display the clone's armor that he'd spent hours meticulously cleaning. Luke worked open the latches that held the helmet on and removed it. 'See?' He held the miniaturized Cody out to her. 'You can play with him,' he offered, almost drunk on the sheer novelty of the opportunity to interact with someone his age outside a holographic classroom setting. He'd only ever read about situations like this.

The disdainful curl of Leia's mouth grew more pronounced. 'I don't want to play with your doll.'

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xxlittle0birdxx · 4 months

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Merry Christmas from Ted, Trent, and the AFC Richmond Greyhounds.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso, Ted Lasso & Rebecca Welton, Michelle Lasso & Ted Lasso Characters: Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Michelle Lasso, Henry Lasso, Trent Crimm, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso) Additional Tags: Christmas, Light Angst, Bittersweet, Bisexual Ted Lasso Summary:

Ted returns to Richmond for Christmas a year and a half after he left.

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‘I will always love Michelle. Care about her as a person. As the mother of my son. But I tell you, Rebecca, in that moment, it was like taking off a pair of sunglasses inside a dark room. I was in love with the idea of Michelle I had in my head and not the Michelle sitting in front of me. That was the moment I knew I was over it.’ He ran a fingertip around the rim of his glass, following the circular movement with his eyes. 'We’d been on such good terms since I moved back that it didn’t dawn on me how much I had changed, too.’ Ted’s nose wrinkled. 'And when Michelle kissed me, I didn’t feel anything. No lightning. No thunder. Not even a broken doorbell.’ He glanced at Rebecca. 'It’s what I imagine kissing you would be like, Boss.’ Rebecca let out an amused huff of laughter. Ted saluted her with his glass, then continued. 'Definitely didn’t feel like that when I kissed Trent Crimm. Or he kissed me. I’m a little muddled about who started it, but suffice to say we kissed each other.’

Rebecca gaped at him, mouth open. 'You kissed Trent Crimm? Our Trent Crimm?’

'Yes, ma'am.’

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xxlittle0birdxx · 4 months

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‘Caf drinker?’ he asked over his shoulder. ‘Or are you one of those types that favors hot leaf water?’

‘Caf. But only if it’s strong enough to fuel an Imperial cruiser into hyperspace. Otherwise, why bother?’ Alexsandr allowed a small grin to tip up the corners of his mouth. ‘Needless to say, it’s hard to come by, even under the best circumstances.’

‘Finally, someone who appreciates properly brewed caf,’ Zeb chortled. ‘Kanan said I nearly burned a hole through his gut the first — and last — time I made caf for everyone else. Even Rex thinks it’s too strong, and he says — and I quote — clones liked it strong enough to dissolve the spoon they used to stir it.’ Alexsandr laughed, albeit quietly, so he didn’t wake any of the others. Once again, Zeb found himself thinking that in radically different circumstances, he and Alexsandr could have been friendly, if not friends. Or maybe more.

#garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #kalluzeb #post s02e17 the honorable ones #zeb and kallus sparring #sparring or foreplay?#star wars rebels #rebels fanfiction #au star sars rebels #kallus leaves with zeb on the ghost #spectres #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #sabine wren #ezra bridger #captain rex #chopper #fulcrum

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xxlittle0birdxx · 4 months

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WIP: Turning Point

‘You can’t use your own data cylinders,’ Kanan said.

‘I know.’ Alexsandr dialed back his irritation, and just managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. He hadn’t risen to his current rank in the ISB because he was an idiot. In order to succeed as a double agent, he had remain above suspicion or reproach.

‘How are your hands?’ Kanan lifted both of his and wiggled his fingers. ‘Ever had to pick pockets? You could use someone else’s to throw suspicion on them.’

‘I can teach you a few moves,’ Ezra offered. He buffed his nails on the front of his jacket. ‘I’ve got a few skills, if I say so myself.’ He gave Alexsandr a smug grin, pointing at him with finger guns. ‘And I do say so.’

Alexsandr grunted noncommittally, then brushed past Ezra to toss his empty bottle into the reclamator. He lingered over filling a cup with caf, then turned and propped a hip against the counter, studying Ezra over the rim of his cup. ‘You seem to be missing something,’ he remarked, nearly yawning with apparent boredom.

‘Missing what?’ Ezra’s brows knit as he began to pat his torso. Blaster, holster, utility belt. All where they were supposed to be. His hand closed over the empty air at his right hip.

‘I believe this belongs to you.’ Alexsandr held out a hand. Balanced across his palm was the boy’s lightsaber. Kanan snorted with aborted laughter, and quickly turned it into a spate of coughing.

‘What?’ Ezra spluttered. ‘How…?’

Alexsandr allowed one side of his mouth to curl up. ‘You aren’t the only street rat onboard.’ He picked up Ezra’s lax hand and slapped the lightsaber into it. ‘Coruscant Sector 42SE, Level Two, at your service.’ He fired off a sardonic two-fingered salute.

Zeb snickered and slapped Ezra on the back. ‘Well? Any pointers, oh master of pickpockets?’

Ezra, red-faced, clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt with a little more force than necessary. ‘You should practice on someone wearing an Imperial uniform,’ he muttered.

‘That’s a really good idea. I think there’s one in the storage cupboard that ought to fit you,’ Sabine mused.

‘Wait, why do I have to —?’

‘Because you won’t take it easy on him. And you know all the tricks of the trade, so he’ll have to work harder and smarter to get by you,’ Kanan explained, mustering much more patience than Alexsandr would have.

‘I will, of course, appreciate your expertise.’ Knowledge was knowledge, as far as Alexsandr was concerned. He never dismissed an information source out of hand, simply because it happened to come from a fifteen year old.

Ezra just managed to not scoff with an expletive under his breath. A sudden gleam came into them when a sly grin crossed his face and he gestured at Kanan and Rex. ‘Fine. But you have to practice with them.’

Kanan’s elbow slipped off the edge of the table. ‘Wait, what?’

Ezra deliberately stood next to Alexsandr. ‘C’mon, Kanan. When have you ever seen an Imp as scrawny as me?’

Zeb wheezed with muffled laughter, face buried in his arms.

#alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #zeb calls him alex #eventual Kalluzeb #kalluzeb #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #sabine wren #star wars rebels #au star wars rebels #star wars rebels au #star wars rebels fic #post s02e17:the honorable ones #rebel kallus #fulcrum #pickpocket #work in progress

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xxlittle0birdxx · 6 months

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McGonagall let out a slow breath. ‘It’s the eleventh of November, Potter.’ The line between her brows deepened with exasperation at the blank look on Harry’s face. ‘It’s Remembrance Day,’ she told him, as if he were a particularly slow and stupid first year. ‘I attend a ceremony each year, if I’m able.’

‘Oh. Right.’ Harry gestured to the poppy on her coat. ‘I didn’t know you had family in the Muggle armed forces.’

Note: In my AU HP-verse, Minerva McGonagall served in World War II, so when she can leave Hogwarts, she goes to London for Remembrance Day.

#remembrance day #poppies #minerva mcgonagall #minerva served in world war ii

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xxlittle0birdxx · 6 months

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The sheer array of choices in the 21st century bewilders Bucky. It’s not just things like the variety of cereal or fruit that are available now, as compared to 1944.

Don’t get him started on milk in the store. Soy, almond, oat, goat. Skim, low fat, whole. Chocolate milk, however is awesome, and he won’t hear any arguments against it.

He launches into a tirade about the dizzying amount of choices in the unlikeliest place: in front of the condom display at Duane Reade. Latex, non-latex… Ribbed… Extra large, for fuck’s sake… And the lube! This one cools, this one heats up, this one is extra slick…

But, but, but…

There are flavors???? Why are there so many flavors??? He scoffs at the idea that the banana one tastes like an actual banana.

Glow in the dark condoms are a bridge too far for Bucky. He nopes out of the store.

Sam can buy the condoms.

#bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky #sam x bucky #bucky adjusting to the 21st century #condoms #why do they have to be flavored?#bucky doesn’t care how awesome the sex is #it’s not worth this #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #captain america and the winter soldier #caatws

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xxlittle0birdxx · 6 months

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Yep.

all of my pets r named after fictional characters and i wanted to know how popular it was

#mr bean #chiana from farscape #but we ended up using crichton’s nickname for her #pip #leo mcgarry #my spouse wants to name our next pair of cats Alexander hamilcat and aaron purr

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xxlittle0birdxx · 6 months

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Trick or treat! What kind of delightfully weird visitors would come to Stede and Ed’s inn?

I really want to see Mary and Doug come by. Mary and Ed meeting one another would be hysterical.

But delightfully weird? I think weird for BlackBonnet would be the most normal people out there. You know… the normies who want to check out that odd little inn with the weird grave marker (is that a horse leg???) and the strange little gift shop with sparkly dresses large enough for men to celebrate Calypso’s birthday. (All made by John.) There’s always twine arranged on the plates as a garnish, tied into different sailor knots. That was Ed’s idea. Stede reads bedtime stories with cocoa in the main room before bed.

Anyway… the sheer banal normalcy of their guests is startling to Ed and Stede after their time at sea.

#trick or treat #ask away i have nothing going on this weekend #our flag means death #ofmd #blackbonnet #the inn #ed teach #stede bonnet #ed x stede #Izzy’s grave #john #calypso’s birthday

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xxlittle0birdxx · 6 months

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reblog to welcome trick-or-treaters to your inbox! 🕸️🦇

#ask away i have nothing going on this weekend #except finishing my Halloween costume #thinking about fic helps keep me from going bonkers

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xxlittle0birdxx · 6 months

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heya,

Do you think you will finish More Than Words anytime soon?

Btw The First Day is a masterpiece.

Awww… thank you ☺️

God, I hope I can finish it.

October through mid-December are bonkers months for me, especially October for job-related reasons, and mid-November to mid-December for different job-related reasons.

I probably need to sit with MTW while I move it to AO3, and hope it jolts me back. 🤞🤞🤞🤞

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xxlittle0birdxx · 7 months

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Gaiman: " If you really can't figure out which political party or which politician to vote for, just ask if they're on the side of libraries. Are they voting to fund their libraries? Are they voting to keep them free? Then vote for those guys. They're probably the good guys. And by the same token, the book burners, the book banners, they're probably the bad guys."

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xxlittle0birdxx · 7 months

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WIP: Obi-Wan raising Luke

The ambient noise of the palace didn't penetrate this deeply underground. Obi-wan had a hazy memory of Satine making a rough sketch of traditional Mandalorian homes, and the center chamber that would have been the site of a clan's last stand. New Mandalorian architecture had eschewed this sort of feature. Instead, they designed buildings that were the complete opposite of this round and windowless room. Luke had fallen asleep almost as soon as their dinner plates had been cleared away, his head pillowed on Obi-wan's thigh. Obi-wan didn't blame him. He had struggled a little with acclimating to the press of so many people around them. It seemed to overwhelm the boy at times. But here, in the karyai, the thick walls muffled the presence of others. The tension knotting Luke's shoulders eased almost from the moment Korkie closed the door behind them.

Bo-Katan watched him stroke Luke's hair for a moment, then murmured, 'You could stay here, you know.' She sipped her shig, without taking her eyes off him.

Obi-wan picked up his own shig, inhaling the citrus-infused steam. Dozens of past memories assaulted him, but he managed to sip it without betraying his inner turmoil by so much as a trembling hand. 'To what purpose?' he asked. 'Sell the boy and me to the Empire in order to take their attention away from you and your attempts to undermine and overthrow Gar Saxon?'

Bo-Katan snorted. 'Cynical, much?' She shook her head. 'No. You would become a member of clan Kryze.' She looked down at her interlaced hands. 'It’s what she would want.'

Obi-wan blinked the sudden sting from his eyes. 'I thank you,' he replied in a hoarse voice, 'but I wouldn't want to bring the Empire down on your heads by hiding here.' The corner of his mouth quirked up. 'I'm still wanted, you know.'

'Obi-wan Kenobi, maybe, but not Ben Kryze,' Korkie said.

Obi-wan's wry grin turned into a rueful smile. 'Yes, but I still have Obi-wan Kenobi's face.'

Korkie shared a pleading look with his aunt. She sat back with a sigh and gave him a single reluctant nod. 'You can wear my great-great-grandfather's armor. It belonged to my mother’s maternal grandfather. You can reforge it. Make it yours. You would never have to remove your helmet outside the palace, should you choose.'

His naked longing was almost too much to bear. Obi-wan allowed himself a brief moment to consider it. He could come to know his son, a joyous reminder of Satine. Proof that she had once walked on this earth. He could give Luke a family. He would grow surrounded by love and affection. He knew beyond all certainty that, should the occasion arise, Korkie would protect Luke. It was part of the Mandalorian Creed. But Obi-wan had witnessed the lengths the Empire would go to in order to find him. And if they found him, they would find Luke. He couldn’t in good conscience subject Mandalore to the Empire’s tender mercies. They had suffered enough as it was. 'This is an extraordinarily generous offer. If I only had to think of myself, I would accept it immediately. As it is…' He tilted his head toward Luke.

'You think we wouldn't care for your son as well?' Bo-Katan scoffed. 'He's a foundling. No foundling ever goes neglected on Mandalore.' A smirk twisted her mouth. 'This is the way.'

'It isn't that.' Obi-wan tucked the edge of the blanket around Luke's shoulders. 'He may not be my biological son, but we do share a similar trait.'

'Jetii?' Korkie asked.

Obi-wan nodded 'Yes. He will be.'

Bo-Katan snorted louder. 'You should let it die. What has it done but brought anyone a lifetime of pain?'

'Auntie!' Korkie hissed.

'Satine and I…' Obi-wan pinched the bridge of his nose. 'We…' He inhaled, and found a spot on the ceiling on which to focus until his emotions were once more under his control. 'We understood the consequences of our choices.' He met Bo-Katan's disconcertingly direct gaze. 'Even until the very end.' He brushed a lock of Luke’s hair away from his forehead. ‘Just as I’m fully aware of the consequences of this life. I won’t put anyone else in danger.’

#obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker #bo katan kryze #korkie kryze #au star wars #obi wan raising luke #korkie is a kenobi #visiting mandalore #paying respects to satine #kalevala #kryze family home #can you call a castle a home?#foundlings #star wars au fic #star wars fan fiction #post star wars revenge of the sith #work in progress #meant to post this yesterday

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xxlittle0birdxx · 7 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love

Oh boy... ummmm... checks my AO3 dashboard

To Make Less the Depth of Grief Obi-wan mourning Satine; Cody gives him space to grieve away from the Jedi

Atonement Alexsandr Kallus performing an act of atonement for Lasan.

I'll Be Home For Christmas Ted Lasso returns to Richmond for Christmas and arranges a meeting with Trent Crimm under the mistletoe.

Broadway Bound Sam and Bucky go to see Rogers! The Musical.

All that Remains is Faith and Hope AU Braime in the aftermath of the Purple Wedding.

And a bonus: In the Flat With the Blue Door An AU Harry Potter inspired by Notting Hill.

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